#ask-kevin-strexcorp

[sunshineandbloodstains]

3 New Listeners

“Well, hello there friend! What a pleasure to meet you!”

[the-perfect-scientist]

ask-kevin-strexcorp replied to your post “secret-police-officer-ben replied to your photo “((IS THIS BECAUSE...”

((I posted a picture of my rats and me this morning and tumblr flagged it as nsfw. tumblr ur being held together by gum and a one (1) paperclip.))

((is it tumblr? Or is it a troll?

[welcometocecilpalmer]

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                            ―send ㊛ and i will tell you what your muse smells like to mine || accepting!

       “You smell like blood. Just... so much blood. And viscera. You smell like sweat and brass and dust. You smell like a studio without proper ventilation, a lonesome smell on the air at night that nobody can identify, and everything depicted in a horror movie.”

[welcometocecilpalmer]

“P-Please tell me you see it? That figure at the end of the bed.”

                                      || haunting/paranormal starters || accepting ||                                                                     ― ☾ ―

      Cecil stared in the direction of the end of the bed. He narrowed his eyes, frowning slightly, then opened them normally again, and blinked. He was still frowning slightly, but his expression looked less judgemental now.

      To be perfectly honest, it would have been hard not to see the figure at the end of the bed, but there was a certain feeling nonetheless that it would have preferred to remain a part of Kevin’s apparent imagination than to be scrutinized.

      It was eerie and hazy in the darkness, and one could almost feel the wickedness emanating off of its... body? form? shape. Off of its shape.  

      “Well, yes... Yes, I do,” Cecil whispered. “What is it?”

[welcometocecilpalmer]

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[ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ's ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ, ᴄᴇᴄɪʟ sʜᴀʀᴇs ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ― ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ. ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀs ᴀʀᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɴᴄʜᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛs. ]

[welcometocecilpalmer]

Don’t Leave Me Here

@ask-kevin-strexcorp

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

  Cecil stopped. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but certainly it hadn’t been that. The other man’s imploring tone touched something inside him, and he turned slowly to Kevin, again uncertain.

   When Cecil set his sea salt eyes on him, he was taken aback by the sheer emotion he was seeing in the other voice, the pleading in his eyes, the lack of that perpetual and terrible smile StrexCorp had stuck fast to his mouth. It felt so... wrong. And yet, it was the most human Cecil had ever seen Kevin, and he could not help but take this to heart.

   “Kevin... I’m not...” Not what? Not going to do what he asked? Or was he not going to leave him? After all Kevin did to him, could Cecil repay him with kindness? Despite all that had happened, despite being unable to admit it, even to himself, that was exactly what he wanted to do, He had seen into Kevin’s past and his future both. He had learned the secret connection between them and it haunted him like old ghosts.

   For once, Cecil wasn’t sure what to say.

[gilded-billionaire]

Hello~!

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[X] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[X] Sure. (Hey, why not try?)

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[XXXXXXXX] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[X] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one. ((You already did one so c: ))

[] Yes.

[] No.