#kniived

[ministcr-blog]

SNAKES, snakes entangle his heart, crawl through the scant, tight, spaces in his blasphemous soul. The stained glass windows arch over their crouching forms forbiddingly; he feels so SMALL against the LORD’S holy light, it’s difficult to breathe with all the dust in the air, mingling like love starved bodies against the dark backdrop of the chapel. Robert Small enters this divine forest with purpose && a knife in hand: he’s ready to hack away at the overgrown ferns && chaparral riding up the side of the Church from years of DECAY, MISUSE, && NEGLIGENCE.

He’s prepared, to put that GOD-SERVING BLADE to use, && tear through the very gullet of the diabolical vessel that makes homage in the Minister’s honeyed, meridional, vocals. ‘ Please...’ He says, retreating backwards in his finally spit-shined church shoes. ‘ You’d be an idiot to pull through with this...’

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[ministcr-blog]

‘ Robert, my, you’re the last person I expected to attend.’ A small bubble of a giggle grows betwixt his PERFECT ribs---innocently feigned, humbly delivered, like a joke shared over midnight cocktails. Oh! How ribald of him, a YOUTH MINISTER certainly did not delight in intoxicant, && he most CERTAINLY, did not approve of the whisky breath wafting from the other’s chapped lips. ‘ I’m so happy to see you, truly.’ The DIVINE man clasps pale fingers together at his chest, comically impersonating the Blessed Virgin. 

( @kniived )

[bigspccn]

@kniived liked for a starter

“Hey, Robert, buddy,” Brian said, giving a rather lopsided smile to him. “How about we cut out the potty mouth in front of the kids, eh?”

[tcachcr]

hugo. i'll smash you. ;)

–I dare you. I’ll smash your face with no hesitation.

[corgiidad-blog]

@kniived got a message!

“-- i’m not much of a whiskey drinker, robert.” it wasn’t the taste, the taste was fine-- had to be with how he couldn’t handle a drink. “-- but a few shots can’t hurt, i reckon.” 

[tcachcr]

✚ ✿

HEADCANON. | ✚ | HEALTH.

Hugo loves working out, so he’s a healthy man. But! He broke his arm once (ulna) because he tripped on a treadmill. He never shines with luck. Even though he broke his arm, it did not stopped him from working out. I mean, of course, he spend some time in the hospital, but after that he continued it! But now he’s much careful with it. He actually have a very good stamina! Running has been his favorite kind of work out before the accident, so he “made” his lungs (and legs (and thighs)) much stronger. About the muscles - average slightly-buffed hunk. But hides everything under his costume. And the reason why he loves working out is because one day he wants to become like one of his wrestling idols.

HEADCANON. | ✿ | HAPPINESS.

Reading. Reading. And agiain, READING. It’s the only thing that keeps him distracted from pessimistic thoughts, the only thing that bring him joy, excitement and energy. But the one thing that will make him ultimately happy is Ernest saying that he loves him. Simple “I love you, dad.”. That’s all he needs to be completely happy.

[tcachcr]

".......... Nice tie."

–Eh, hehe.. T-thank you!

Hugo chuckled awkwardly, feeling all shy from the compliment, as usual. It’s even more flattering to hear something good from Robert, who’s usually being silent. Hearing good things and/or compliments from quiet people is always feels good!

[marywinechristiansen]

Smalls A soft chuckle passes through Mary's lips as she lifts the glass of red wine, filled almost to the brim, to her lips. Amusement danced with alcohol in her eyes as she glances over to her best... well, one of her best, friends. "He did this time. Think you can do better?" She asks, a playful challenge.

@kniived​