#aeipcthy

[gracedeadmoved]

          “  aren’t  you  a   sight  for  such  sore  eyes . “ // @aeipcthy​

[kingofdisrepute]

@aeipcthy​ sc

          “Either you know what you want and then you don’t get what you want. Or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.”

[sparenonearchived]

* @aeipcthy appears*

Azrael: Brb. Alastair will be the death of me. :))

[sparenonearchived]

@aeipcthy​

                 “  you’re  a  headache ,  alastair.  truly . “ 

[boyofwar]

i.... gently place a 7'8" Badru into ur hands for comparisons sake 👁

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine II not accepting II @aeipcthy

badru x atreus

[normaltothemax]

@aeipcthy​

She’d been following his scent for a while, now---it was something she hadn’t come across before; not human, definitely something more, and strangely familiar in a way that she just couldn’t put her finger on. Close enough to the outskirts of town, she’d decided to remain a fox as she tracked whoever it was, rather than trying to find some clothes first and risk losing the scent. Whatever they were, something about their scent called out to her. She needed to find them, needed to satisfy whatever that itch in the back of her mind was.

She’d kept a good ways away while tracking him, though. Remained downwind, now hiding herself in some hedges to watched from a distance. Max couldn’t help but feel just a little disappointed when it turned out he was just some guy. She continued to watch as he went about being annoyingly ordinary, just waiting, hoping, for him to do something that would explain the pull his scent had.

For a moment, she lost him, getting distracted by an insect buzzing in her ear that she just had to snap at---it took a few tries before the damn thing finally left her alone, leaving her to realize that it wasn’t the only one that had. Growling in frustration, she hurried after the man, following his scent down an alley, behind a building, to...a dog.

A dog!

Like her! Like her! He was like her! That was why he’d smelled so familiar! She yipped excitedly, bounding over to him, bouncing around the larger animal in circles, sounding as delighted as a fox possibly could. You’re like me!!

[seesgood]

he sounds like a super-villain when he laughs. and it’s...almost too fitting, given the circumstances. and it only makes her grin wider.  ❝ sure, but also --- can you blame me? this is like... ❞  she practically vibrates with enthusiasm, giving one short skip before clapping her hands together.  ❝ a heist. like an old time movie type heist. ❞  when she looks back up at him, her eyes are wide, and glinting with way-too-enthused mischief.  ❝ this is like...a felony. ❞          /          @aeipcthy​  +   continued ! 

[cultkiid]

@aeipcthy​ ; STARTER CALL.

"Fuuuuuuck...” Roxanne groans pathetically into her palm, the six shots of Jose Cuervo wafting back to slap her in the face. She had gotten locked out of her apartment and was left stranded on the curb. The Pink Flamingo’s pool lights bounce off her pallid skin as she tries to regain her balance. 

   “Just my fuck-inG luck!” She slams her fist into the pavement and instantly makes a grimace of regret. There was a skull rotting away in her bathroom tub and blood still left in the grout (which she already attempted to scrub away). Roxanne had sworn off the ‘spiritualism’ she once had in her youth, but somehow, it came crawling back to her. “I shoulda never...” A heaving whine shoots past her lips when suddenly she feels a presence behind her. Roxanne gulps back a sob and brings the water bottle of vodka and Sprite up to her lips. Without looking up, she just mumbles, “Don’t even think, about it, pal. I gotta fuckin’ glock on me.”