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;; oh my god @punchbae tagged me in this in over half a month ago im cry
NAME / ALIAS. Ren/Gack BIRTHDAY. January 20th ZODIAC SIGN. Aquarius HEIGHT. 5′4 or so TIME NOW. 7:30pm AMOUNT OF SLEEP. 4 - 7 hours probably FAVORITE BOOKS. — Harry Potter, um. i dont really read much, i only read HP as a kid oops LAST MOVIE WATCHED. ????? COLLEGE. next year or something DREAM JOB. artist or programmer or animator THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. edgar can shrink and grow his di
// THROWS DOWN A CARPET AND DESCENDS, TRIPPING NAD FALLING ON FACE IN THE PROCESS
I MBACK GUYS
; currently taking ab reak from RPs, just because I’m addicted to Harvest Moon rn all my time is spent on that oops
❛ not to be rude or nothin', but you've been staring at me for the past five minutes? ❜
“Oh…Oh, have I?” Edgar blinks, playing oblivious. “My apologies, I must’ve been…spacing out…” Yeah, right, you perverted fuck. Leave the puppy alone.
MY BRAIN HAS BEEN ABSCENT TODAY gUH
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💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?
Hmm...probably like, when he was like 20? To be honest, while he was always into blood and stuff, he was never into sex until around like, 19-20 so (amazing i know)
😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?
Well you already know his REAL fetishes/kinks but he also just likes holding people like embracing them and feeling them and just being super close and personal
sex+romance headcanons!
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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
Send “Nudge” on anon if you want to ship with my muse but you’re too shy to say it off anon.
Bonus: Tell me something about your character that you think would make mine fall for yours.
Ever’s bright eyes widened in response to his smile. The way he licked the blood from his fingers as if it were honey all while keeping a smile on his messy face. The entirety of the situation had the hair on the back of her neck practically standing on end. “I should have ripped out your tongue while I had a chance..” She threatened in a low tone before spitting at his feet - trying to get the metalic taste of his life off her own tongue. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides to hide the trembling. Show no fear. Have no mercy. This man was clearly insane. “If you wanna play then fine. Let’s play but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I like to play rough.”
Edgar grins, letting his hand fall to his side now. “Oh, we’ll have plenty of time to play rough, dear. Right now though...” He reaches down, picking up the lantern he’d placed down earlier. “I’ll leave you to entertain yourself.” He gently touches his lip again, more gesturing to it now, “As I said, I’ll need to deal with this, hm? I’ll be back soon enough - don’t fret.”
He’s rather swift in ending their conversation - strangely so considering he usually tends to enjoy dragging things out. But right now, he turns on his heel. As he’s walking away, however.....There’s the small thumping of feet, and another light appears, carried by whoever’s coming down the staircase. Edgar pauses in his steps, gazing in the direction of the footsteps.
“Who’s there?” His voice is harsh, and bold - demanding to know the identity of the person. He expects the voice of one of his servants, but instead, there’s a frightened squeak as a reply. He blinks, actually surprised for once. “Maria, sweetheart, is that you?”
A young girl appears at the bottom of the staircase, holding her own lantern in two hands. She’s in purple pajamas, with a peculiar, but adorable matching bunny hat on her head. Her hair, covering one of her eyes, is the same color as Edgar’s.
“D....Daddy, I can’t sleep....” She mumbles, though her uncovered eye does wander over to Ever’s dimly-lit figure....
Storm is coming. Guess I’ll be on later :c
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His lack of response at first was infuriating - until - he grabbed her wrist. The Requian tensed, preparing for what she assumed would be some sort of violent retaliation.Perhaps he would break her hand? Perhaps he would threaten to do so. No. What he did next was shocking and even more terrifying than if he’d just decided to snap her wrist. Suddenly her heated lips were met with cold, unforgiving passion from the male and her heart jumped into her throat. For a second or two, she responded to the kiss, her fingers immediately releasing his hair and then after the shock wore off she was angry again. Her captured hand curled into a fist and she tried desperately to yank it away as her teeth bit down on Edgar’s lower lip. She bit so hard that her mouth seemed to fill with the taste of iron as she drew blood. The warmth of it was enough to make her feel sick. She pulled away, the mess of the kiss smeared over her own lips tinting them red. Her breathing was quick and hard as she stared at him with a strange uncertainty masked by ferocity.
Edgar’s body tenses in the sudden pain - one he quite expects and has prepared for, thus muffling any yell he might give. But while his lip bleeds, and he allows her to pull herself away, he...cannot help but react in more ways than this. His lower half twitches.
His grip loosens on her wrist as he steps back, releasing her. Red begins to drip down his chin and he opens his eyes slowly, gazing at the puzzled, but infuriated female. He smiles again, though this one is not as unnerving - at least until his tongue runs across his bottom lip, tasting his own blood.
“Mmh....” His fingers trail to his mouth as well, brushing against the injured skin - smearing the red onto his fingertips, only for that to be licked off as well. “You’re being naughty, my dear. Now I’ll have to deal with this before we can play properly.”
This. This was why she was sent here. The yells of the other prisoners as Edgar grabbed at her cell bars caused Ever to look around in the dark yet again. She couldn’t see them but at least now she knew they were actually there. Those people he so disgustingly referred to as ‘supply’. What did he mean by that? They were people. Humans more than likely. The trembling in his hands, the way he shouted, his excitement in general caused the frightened blonde to tense and freeze on the spot, her eyes widening as she stared at him. “You honestly think.. that I …would allow that?” Her own voice was nearly a whisper now, shocked for a moment before anger suddenly gripped her. His mistake of course was getting close enough - down on her level. One of her hands swiftly reached through the bars, seazing a fist full of Sir Edgar’s hair to yank his face closer to the bars if not completely against them as hard as she possibly could with this little strength she had left. “I am a Requian Guardian.” Ever hissed out, her lips dangerously close to his face now. “Not some plaything. And if you think that you simply claim me, own me, keep me locked away in here you’ve got another thing coming… I will fight.”
Edgar’s smile wavers not as he’s slammed into the bars by the girl’s remaining strength, though the ends twitch downward momentarily on impact. His eyes shut; then open instantly and gaze at her unseeingly - seemingly unaffected by her words - but he’s listening. He’s not ignoring her in the slightest. Yet her hisses - her fingers’ grip on his hair....
He’s trembling again; just not in fear. Yet it takes a moment for another action to occur on his end.
He never assumed she’d let him take her easily. It had been hard enough to weaken her as she appears now. But that’s another reason he’s so intent on acquiring her - this is the challenge he looks forward to. So as she gazes at him with her hate and anger, he reaches his hand up and grips her wrist - the very one holding his hair- and steps forward slightly.
Due to the closeness of their face, this bestows an abrupt, but deep kiss upon the girl - his lips cold against hers. Perhaps this is an action of pure distraction - to get her to release his hair. But perhaps....
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The grin was enough to cause goosebumps to raise on her arms- what was this man? Her breath caught in her throat as he mentioned ‘others’ and her eyes shifted, straining as if she would be able to see other frightened faces in the dark. The movement of his light caused the angel’s attention to draw back to her captor. “You kidnap people all the time..?” She questioned, her anger sounding more forced now. There was of course a hint of fear there. The fact that she even managed to get captured in the first place didn’t sit well with her either. She couldn’t remember how she even got here - She had dinner with the man– something must have been put in her drink. Ever’s grip on the cell bars loosened a bit as she realized that he had plans for her. Whatever he did to the others he assured he would do to her she just didn’t know what it was yet. “What else do you do? What is my fate here?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say all the time,” Edgar replies with a brief shrug, “After all, there must be enough people for extra supply....And...” He bends over a little, being more at her level. His grin hasn’t faded at all. “Kidnapping..Don’t use such a terrible term...It makes me feel like a brute of some kind!”
The light flickers a bit, reflecting a tint in his purple, blank eyes. He briefly is silent, before he steps forward abruptly, seizing the bars in his own hands as well, creating a loud clatter and bringing him and Ever face to face. There’s a yell or two from around, presumably the other prisoners reacting to the noise.
“What is your fate?” Edgar’s voice suddenly has shifted to a louder, harsh tone for these words - almost a shout. But his voice drops immediately, his fingers trembling on the bars in....excitement? “Your fate is now my fate, my dear. Don’t you dare to think you own anything from this moment onward - especially not the life you’re living...You belong to me.”
This is not the man she met earlier that evening. This is not the gentleman he usually acts as...But yes, that’s all an act. For this is......perhaps the true Edgar Rennington. The smile - the twisted, wretched smile on his face - was clear enough proof that he was no longer a man of virtue, if he ever was in his entire life.
Yo, here's some randoms: 6, 14, 17, 24, 25, 29, 34, 38, 40
THATS A LOT OF NUMBERS
Also, a loooot of tw for death/gore/drama//abuse contents below. As well as an tw for incest mention, And please remember this character is fictional and that I condone none of his actions/beliefs
