Jun 12, 2015
beasthxnter
Hayes would split the treat && give u half ok ♥
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from Japan
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Nepal
seen from Japan
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from United States
beasthxnter
Hayes would split the treat && give u half ok ♥
Ϟ [ is it okay to send memes from two days ago??? ]
☨ [ ♜ ]☨ ↠ She was donning the apparel of a Cainhurst Knight.Caught between pure unbridled rage and white-hot sadness building in his heart, Alfred could barely contain his utter horrification at her dressings. From beneath the heavy Golden Ardeo, his screech was mutilated into a croaky whimper. “Mphjgjrusiuddsff?!” The helmet was all but torn off; his hair sticking up every-which way and bangs flopping before his eyes. “What are you wearing?! Why?!” The words came quickly, heat rising to his cheeks when he managed to get a look at the garb without obstruction from burlap and plate.Admittedly, Ysenia looked to be a knight to rival all others. She looked strong, proud, as she was naturally. His lips quivered sadly before he bit them. Vileblood clothes! She was no Vileblood!“You can’t be one of them now… -no, you aren’t.” Ysenia sounded her affirmation. Alfred beamed. “As it should be!” He couldn’t describe how thankful he was to see her head shake in disgust. Green eyes searched her mismatched pair for a reason, then. The powderkeg seemed content with not telling him, and he grew worried. Could it have been a bribe? A disguise? Some sort of sick jest?“You must remove them… before someone assumes wrongly!” He’d come close to her, gently nudging her shoulder and pulling at the garb as if inspecting it. His cheek brushed hers affectionately; when the woman made a comment about his bizarre sideburns, he made sure to nuzzle her again. Exploiting facial hair was a mode of communicating his frustration, apparently.“Put on proper dressings! Please?” She shoo’d him; he obediently moved away… then returned to her side moments later, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. “Ysenia… You are not a Vileblood! To don the garb is to announce your support of th-” Her lips pressed against his, muting his worried complaints. It seemed there’d be no winning- for whatever reason, she was to appear as a forsaken Vileblood.For now, that is.
''Aye, but he's *my* temperamen'al manchild!''
[ the bae has spoken ]
Feet, hands, skin <3
learn about hayes’ physical features (x)
feet: he’s a uk size 9. the only time hayes is on his tiptoes is to kiss gaz, but other than that his posture is pretty fair. when nervous, he has a tendency to repeatedly kick the ground with the toe of his boot, && when happy his heels create that tapping sound as they scrape the floor - he doesn’t lift his feet high when he walks. usual stance would be leaning his shoulder against anything that can hold his weight, arms folded across his chest, && on nights of the hunt is the only time he’ll pull out a cigarette.
hands: goddamn, son. hayes has gorgeous hands. the joints in his fingers are pretty knotted, && overall his hands are very bony - the tendons on the back of his hand are always visible, no matter what he’s doing. sometimes he gets a little vein over one of the tendons, && being the idiot that he is, loves pushing it around. when his nerves are going through the proverbial roof, the pressure around his nails grows too strong && his fingers bleed - to make matters worse he will pick at the skin around them, or bite them if he isn’t talking. his nails are those that generally don’t grow? he can hardly take care of himself anyway so they’re not exactly healthy enough to. he suffers from anemia as well, so his entire hands && wrists are in a permanent state of being absolutely icy, && his veins are a very stark electrical blue && purple contrast to his skin.
skin: hayes’ pallor is extremely pale, but with a permanent, near invisible undertone of pink. like with his hands, his body doesn’t exactly retain heat very well, so hayes is constantly searching for ways to warm himself up (another reason he doesn’t like sleeping alone). beneath his eyes is a natural, permanent sort of pale pink “eye blush” which is a result of his near-pigment free genes. almost albino-esque, if that describes it better. the tip of his nose is often the same shade. he has three irregular cigarette burn scars at the base of his neck, but other than that his skin is practically flawless. he’s got a few moles on his neck near his collar bone though, as well as a few on his shoulders && also his back. his skin is incredibly soft - he takes a lot of pride in his outward physical well-being, including the condition of his skin. his elbows tend to get dry, however, && sometimes they crack && bleed if he doesn’t take proper care of them.
♦ ☢ ♪♩♫
(( I dig on that Bloodborne!AU...gotta respond to that.
Can I use this spot to say I want Lady Grey/Laurentius back for like a day?
...you’re not allowed to make fun of me if I say “I Caught Fire” by the Used.
Which is why I’m going to say, currently, it’s “Tear In My Heart” by twenty one pilots because the singer is just so awkwardly sweet during the song it sounds like how Laurentius would act. ))
[ MUN QUESTIONS!!!!! ] 4, 9, 10, 14, 16
questions for the muse about the mun (x)14 already answered
4: What do you think about your mun’s friends?{ ♞ } ❝ Wonderful people. They make ‘er ‘appy so I can’ complain. ❞
9: What’s your least favorite thing about your mun?{ ♞ } ❝ She fuckin’ slacks on ‘er drafts. Li’ I’ll be all fer in’eractions then she’ll fuckin’ go off an’ do saink else. Li’ mum wha’ th’ fuck. I ain’ ‘ere often. ❞
10: Do you get jealous if your mun has other muses?{ ♞ } ❝ Hah. She spen’s all ‘er attention on me an’ I fuckin’ love i’. ❞
16: What’s your mun’s favorite thread?{ ♞ } ❝ Goddamn. I mean, there’s a lo’, bu’ th’ bes’ ongoin’ one is prolly th’ panty escapade. I’s so fuckin’ ridiculous ye’ i’s th’ firs’ time me an’ Gaz actually fuck in a thread. ❞
◉ ☑ ✯ ¡
Send these
◉: dreams
☑: favorites
✯: perfect day
¡: pet peeves
“I no longer dream. In a way, I’m glad I don’t.
The lovely lady behind me is one of my favorite firearms. She weighs twenty-seven kilograms and fires two hundred pound, custom-tooled cartridges at twelve hundred rounds per minute. Gorgeous, no?
I enjoy a day among my peers. The Powder Kegs were united in their so-called blasphemy. Eccentrics, each of us, and that is what made us strong.
I dislike those who do not listen. When I am speaking to you, I assure you I am doing so for a reason. Do not ignore me, because that is when my sweet machine behind me grows upset. You will not like her when she’s upset.”
▶ ◖ ◉ ¡
Send a symbol (x) to hear my muse talk about their…▶ Sibling(s) || ◖ Ideal Partner || ◉ Dream(s) || ¡ Pet Peeves
▶█ ▌♔ ┈┈ {{ i’ve done some recent refurbishing of hayes’ history & jesse is actually his son, but to the outside world he’s his baby brother. Purely for the delicious angst it brings, okay. }}
◉█ ▌♞ ┈┈ ❝ Th’ fuck’s a dream an’ th’ fuck’s no’ a dream? Th’ hun’er’s dream ‘s alrigh’; bu’ th’ messengers freak me ou’ a lo’. ‘f yer talkin’ bou’ yer average dreams wot yer ge’ when ye fall asleep; I dun’ ge’ ‘em. Sleep like th’ dead, I do. ❞
¡ █ ▌♞ ┈┈ ❝ I like t’ think o’ meself as a pretty toleran’ person. Bu’ one fing I canno’ stand is when a lad’s breathin’ is fuckin’ audible. Y’know ‘ow ye’d be si’in there, mindin’ yer own business an’ all, then suddenly ye go’ this grea’ big beast o’ a man next t’ ye a’ th’ bar an’ ‘e’s breathin’ like ‘e jus’ been chased by a fuckin’ church gian’ or ‘e’s bein’ crushed fr’m th’ inside. It’s so nasty. ❞