#inferneal

[thefailurecult]

[flexibird]

@inferneal​ : 6’2 🤨

okay this is still TOO tall but this is at least, like, a semi-reasonable height 

[xstrange]

——      starter   call   (   one-liner,   selective   !   )         //         @inferneal

"      has   anyone   told   you   that   your   dimension   is   EXCEEDINGLY   DEPRESSING   ?      i   can't   so   much   as   breathe   without   some   sort   of   tragedy   occuring.      "

[archeolgstarch]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ( accepting ):   18.  blood in the cut - k. flay // @inferneal​

❝ guess I'm contagious, it'd be safest if you ran.  ❞  a bitter chuckle passed her lips as she tossed the tabloid onto the decadent marksmanship of the coffee table, refraining from propping her feet up on it as she leaned back into the sofa. not for bruce’s sake, or the table’s. but for alfred’s.   ❝ though they need a better tagline. nothing quiet rolls off the tongue like crazy croft. what do you think ? ❞

[queensupe]

raises poorly-written, crumpled note that says “please be nice to me”

( slowly raises a closed fist with the middle finger standing straight up in response )

[shawkyarchive]

he  takes  a  few  seconds  to  himself  before  approaching  bruce  wayne  in  the  museum  rotunda  .  extravagant  oil  paintings  of  greek  gods  and  ancient  stories  seem  to  glow  above  them  in  the  evening  light  — —  despite  the  rotunda’s  central  location  in  the  museum  ,  it  seems  most  guests  to  the  celebratory  gala  have  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗  𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜  (  the  rooms  with  food  ,  no  doubt  )  .  that’s  why  shawky  takes  this  opportunity  to  approach  .  that’s  why  shawky  clears  his  throat  as  he  nears  the  other  man  ,  joining  him  at  the  metal  railing  in  the  center  of  the  space  .  to  quell  his  nervous  fidgeting  ,  the  archaeologist  grips  the  banister  .  ❝  mr.  wayne  ?  SETH  SHAWKY  .  ❞  hopefully  the  billionaire  philanthropist  had  listened  to  shawky’s  little  speech  at  the  start  of  the  gala  . . .  and  maybe  ignored  the  numerous  ums  and  uhs  .  with  the  hand  not  gripping  the  railing  ,  shawky  reaches  to  shake  his  hand  .  ❝  . . .  thank  you  for  coming  to  this  event  .  and  — —  TO  THIS  EXHIBIT  OPENING  .  ❞  another  𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  .  shawky  blinks  a  lot  ,  but  does  his  best  to  maintain  eye  contact  .  ❝  what  do  you  think  of  the  new  wing  of  the  gallery  ,  @inferneal​  ?  ❞

[vampyrasa]

                          @inferneal​ asked:   “I want to help you.”   /  accepting.   x

HE HAD HOPED THAT SUCH A MYSTERIOUS WARNING MIGHT FRIGHTEN  the faux-creature of the night into remission, and leave him be to watch over the computerized screen and its incessant blinking.   information was uploaded constantly, flooding his sensors with data of a most upsetting kind.   his blood,  potent and powerful as it was,  could not so easily be given.  lest he wanted to be found, hounded and eventually shipped of to be ‘researched’ and later corked in glass test-tubes.    it would be a horror in the making, an invitation for mankind to saunter into their world and attempt to conquer it. 

a moment later and he looks up from the computer screen, bent over the long desk while the diagnostician slumbers some few feet away, still deep under the effects of the vampire’s hypnotic trance.            “                  you wish to help me?  hah,  begone then.  and take with you any evidence that henceforth would propose your knowing of my presence here.  that is how you may be of service, sir.    ”