chaos isn't a pit. chaos is a ladder

"He would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes." Nobody District Zeta

[accordingtosneikaku-blog]

Petyr.  An odd name to her own ears, though most of the names she had heard since getting here were pretty odd.  Perhaps, names like that were common wherever all these people came from?  She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t sure how much she’d want to investigate.  Hopefully, she’d be home soon.

His grip was firm, which, as far as she was concerned, was a good thing.  He was fascinating.

“You must think I’m quite the joker,” she said, smile growing and showing off her teeth.  “But you know, both things have been quite true.  The buildings move, and I, myself, am a snake.”

[mistrustme-blog]

Under normal circumstances, such a claim would have been treated incredulously. However, he could not help but notice the genuine tone in her voice. It invoked a curiosity about her origins, who she was prior to arriving at this city. He wasn’t going to be gullible and accept what she was saying right away--no, he wasn’t that foolish--but he would take it into account.

At the very least, Nakyu was an excellent liar with a sense of humor, something which he appreciated.

"Forgive me for my disbelief, but most snakes I have met are limbless creatures, incapable of speech,” he noted with a hint of cynicism. "But I suppose that I can accept that there are a few deviant cases such as yourself."

[renlyofhousebaratheon-blog]

If there was something that Renly sincerely despised was relying on Littlefinger for anything; on information, however, it struck him as even worse. Renly kept his face straight as he prepared himself to embark on a small questioning towards Littlefinger.  “Weeks?” He had been there for no more than a day. Quickly, however, he covered his own surprise. “Sounds exhilarating. This… place is quite different from anything from the Seven Kingdoms. Have you used your information gathering skills for anything useful?” 

[mistrustme-blog]

If Renly believed that he would willingly relinquish the information he had gathered, to give up the slightest upper hand which he had managed to obtain, then he was foolishly mistaken. However, he did not mind humoring the other man.

“An astute observation on your part, but I’m afraid that I haven’t learned much more than you. Our fellow citizens are reluctant to distribute any information, and the so-called ‘scientists’ are even more so.” He paused for a moment, pensive. “I assume that I’m not to only one you’ve conversed with so far. Just how informative have they proven to be to you so far?”

[mistrustme-blog]

⌆, ✑, ✭

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

Already answered!

✑ describe something they like without naming it

It something intangible; a feeling, really. Some can deny its presence, simply because it cannot been seen or felt with hands. But he isn’t that foolish. He knows that it’s there, and that some have it while others will never dream of attaining it. He is one of the former. But it’s not enough for him, and he will have more of it, all of it. 

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

Already answered!

[mistrustme-blog]

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do and ⏀ describe their usual smile

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

He’s not at all transparent, so his nervous tics are very small, and he is pretty aware of them. You’d have to be looking out for them to notice, or just spend a lot of time with him. 

Not sure if this counts as a habit, but he almost consistently speaks in a very low voice. One of those cases of not needing to shout to be heard, it forces to have to stand closer in order to hear him. It also makes him a thousand times more intimidating when/if he does raise his voice, which is an extremely rare occurrence. 

⏀ describe their usual smile

He’s mastered the art of the smirk, with one corner of his mouth is raised smugly. The reason why people probably assume he’s non-threatening is because he literally looks like “that one asshole” who is only capable of making a smartass comments.

[mistrustme-blog]

§ ✭

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

Already answered!

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

He has a mockingjay pin which he is always wearing. Being that he was initially low-born, he had no sigil to his name. After working his way up the social ladder, he decided to give himself his own sigil, the bird which he adorns most of his clothing in now. It’s a reminder–to himself and to others–that he came from nothing and has brought himself so far in life purely by his own actions.

[mistrustme-blog]

❤!!! §!!!

❤ describe how they show affection.

He’s…not really an affectionate person. A bit more on the irrational, obsessive side. His ‘affection’ usually translates into little things like brushing hair out of the person’s face, lightly touching the other person’s arm…

Oh, and starting a civil war after being rejected over a decade ago and manipulating their husband straight to his death. He’s just sweet like that.

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

His hair is already starting to grey, just at the sides.

[cittamemes]

Headcanons meme!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[mistrustme-blog]

aegerine apatite !

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

Petyr is a pretty skeptical guy. Unless there is a lot of solid evidence that would lead him to believe otherwise, supernatural forces that are beyond what he knows exist are nothing more than fiction.

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

Petyr is extremely intuitive. It is his greatest strength, and he takes advantage of this talent by utilizing it to manipulate others. Within every second in a conversation, he reads the other person like a book, carefully studying them.

[mistrustme-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[accordingtosneikaku-blog]

There was something about this man that reminded Nakyu of herself.  He seemed to exude confidence, and intelligence.  He was someone far outside the realm of the men she’d usually interacted with.  Someone intelligent.

This would be fun.

“If I’m losing my mind, that would certainly explain a lot of what’s happened lately,” she said, the corners of her mouth turned upward in a very slight smile, as her eyes scanned the buildings above the man’s head.  “But I think I knew what I saw.”

She dropped the subject as quick as she had brought it up, and extended a hand to the man in front of her.  “My name is Nakyu.  I’ve learned it’s an apparently human custom to shake hands on meeting.”

[mistrustme-blog]

Before he could continue questioning her about the intricacies of the city’s layout, the woman held out her hand, introducing herself. Nakyu. Such an peculiar name, although that was to be expected from someone who hailed from another realm entirely.

“And mine is Lord Baelish,” he took her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. “Although I doubt such a doubt such titles carry any weight here. Petyr will do.”

After introducing himself, he finally withdrew his hand, folding both hands in front of him. It appeared that she was far more interesting than he had initially believed. Or, at the very least, she had entertaining things to say.

“You speak as if you aren’t human yourself. Is this another jest of yours?”

[renlyofhousebaratheon-blog]

“Oh, I also heard they spread diseases. Quite fitting.” He stared at him for a couple of seconds, until sighing. Unfortunately, it would seem Littlefinger was one of his only hopes on getting any information regarding the place they were. 

“How long have you been on this place, Littlefinger?”

[mistrustme-blog]

It had been a while since he had found himself in a position of higher knowledge in comparison to another. He could not help but feel the corner of his lip twitch upward as Renly questioned him, knowing full and well that he was the last source of information that the former king would want to turn to. He was going to relish this moment. 

“Longer than you have, I presume. Days. Weeks.”

[renlyofhousebaratheon-blog]

mistrustme started following you.

“Of course you’d be here. You manage to be everywhere - it reminds me of plagues. Are you fond of roaches, Littlefinger? They would quite suit you.”

[mistrustme-blog]

“I'm flattered. Many consider the roach to be a pest, but they neglect to admire its durability, its capacity to survive despite all circumstances. Although I do not expect for this to be a trait that you can relate to.”

He paused, smirking before adding, “You’re grace.”

[superiormimicry]

“You’d be surprised.” It wasn’t as if she had a hard time getting to where she was. Life was rough as a child, and during her adult years, where her trust was given to someone who would use her. Right now none of what she had lefted matters. The only thing she was worried about was Sebastian and Joseph’s condition. She only hope they were alright. And maybe if they could forgive her.

“I’m sorry to hear that about you. You must have worked really hard to get where you were at. But I’m sure there’s a way out of here.”

[mistrustme-blog]

Oh, she had no idea how much effort it had taken to ascend to the position that he used to possess. But a stranger did not need to know of such things.

“A way out,” he echoed, smirking at the naivety of the idea. “You aren’t the first one to suggest that. I am not one to usually accept fate as it were, but I am something of a realist. And from what I have seen, there is no feasible way out of this city.” He added wryly, “But what do I know. I haven’t been here much longer than you have, I imagine.”

[accordingtosneikaku-blog]

One of the things that Nakyu had learned, not from her time in Hive, but from her time at home is that most men were far beneath her and not worth her time.  Unless, of course, they had something they could give her in exchange, whether that was money, their abilities, their status…

Of course, there were always exceptions to the rule.  Something about the way that this man carried himself interested her.  He looked and acted like someone …of status, perhaps?

“Hello there, stranger,” she said with a little bit of a smirk herself.  “Unfortunately, apparently this is the part of the city where the buildings move around every so often,” she said.  “So I’m…learning. Attempting to figure out where things are, at least.”

[mistrustme-blog]

As far as he could tell, his presumptions about the woman had been proven correct. He was still uncertain as to what he could possibly benefit from encountering such a personality. But attempting to make an ally or two could never hurt, especially in a place as foreign and extensive as this one.

He raised a brow at the implication that city was capable of rearranging itself, or at least parts of it. He was skeptical as to whether or not there was any truth to that statement. This place was capable of many things which he had never imagined possible, many advancements which he had never dreamed of. However, he doubted that buildings could simply change reposition themselves.

“Then that makes two of us. Although,” he added, skeptical. “I do find moving buildings to be a bit of a stretch.”

[superiormimicry]

mistrustme

“Seems too good to be true for scientist to let people wonder around freely like this. I may be new here, but I wouldn’t mind hearing your thoughts.”

[mistrustme-blog]

“I agree, this is certainly an unusual experiment,” he mused. “But I wouldn’t say that it’s too good to be true. You must of left behind a lot of significant things back in wherever it is that you were taken from. Status, family, friends...I know that I certainly have.”

[mistrustme-blog]

nightwalkeer

Interpreting people was one of Littlefinger’s greatest talents. They would not need to speak even a single word, and he could already begin to piece together the sort of person they were. Judging from the nearby girl’s posture and gait, he imagined that it was no far stretch to assume that she was on edge. The specifics of this presumption were beyond his knowledge, but that was for him to discover through conversation, not observation.

“This city is quite strange, unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” he initiated, speaking in a low tone with a bit of caution, almost as if he were speaking to a timid rabbit. Regardless, his trademark, mocking smile was still ever present. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

[mistrustme-blog]

accordingtosneikaku

Most of the people wandering about the city seemed far beneath Littlefinger’s level of intelligence. From the little snippets of conversations he heard, those who surrounded him seemed to be gullible, foolish individuals. The woman standing not too far from him did not seem to be amongst those numbers. There was something about the way she carried herself that exuded both confidence and cleverness. All of which intrigued him, compelling him to discover whether or not his assumptions were correct. And the best way to go about this, of course, was through casual conversation.

“Forgive me,” he smirked as he approached the stranger. “But this city is just so vast, and all of these buildings are so similar. Would you happen to know your way around here?”