#manxeaterx

[utmostzenith]

@manxeaterx​

“You’re what they call a goth, right? I admit that it fits your style.”

[ichiigotsukii]

@manxeaterx​

“Darling...” Jackson almost purrs into his phone. This isn’t a new song and dance for them, at least not brand new. Probably a few months at this point. “I have an event tomorrow night, a showroom party. You’ll find time for me right?” Because while they’d gotten along fairly well when they’d bet at their first mutual event, this was the backbone of their arrangement. Appearances. She was candy on his arm to keep unwilling suitors and his father at bay momentarily, and he gave her paparazzi and other media the toy of possibly seeing someone. Mutually beneficial was how he liked to keep this things. Packages wrapped up with neat little bows. 

He moves from his bedroom to the kitchen, cell pressed between his ear and shoulder as he opens the fridge. “I’ll even be a gentleman and pick you up.”

[mannequinentity]

❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

"For as long my body holds out, then yes." Emotionless in his tone, Manny is a different person before taking antidepressants. All that enthusiasm has faded for now. "But i'm a bit cold, can we cuddle? Three blankets isn't enough for me."

There's no motivation to do anything after the chores were finished. Might as well sleep away while watching a movie with her. He wished for this nightmare to end.

He's simply doing this for her.

Maybe one day he'll love himself again.

[hhemeraa]

Turning around, Antoinette took a step forward and stumbled. Glancing down to lifted her foot to see that the strap on the shoe had come undone. Just her luck. She pursed her lips and blew some hair out of her face. it was bad enough that the whole thing was a mess to start. She hated looking like a Diva, bitching at young interns and people who were barely making a living wage. Having to call one of them in when she was already was depleted.

"Troy, darling. Could you help me? I would do it myself but I was practically sewn into this dress" she called him over and put her foot up on her a stool to give him a better angle.

The tall blonde watched him kneel down, fingers working on the high heel. He was one of the few bodyguards that she had issue with. Mostly because she was absolutely fascinated by him. He always so quiet, stoic and serious never really answering with words unless she spoke to him directly. It just made piqued her curiosity. What could she do to gage a reaction out of him? A scoff, or a laugh, or even just a squirm of discomfort. Leaning her hands back on the vanity a smirk came across her painted lips.

"This look suits you...on your knees. I quite like it."

The minute she had tumbled, Troy was already near awaiting instruction. Regardless of his job, instinct told him that any woman who broke a heel would likely need help - physically or emotionally. He’s seen the prices of women’s shoes and he expected her immediate response to be anger. When her response is more aloof, he’s a bit curious, but trots near when he’s called.

At first, he is... conflicted. Bending down, he readily accepts the placement of her foot against his thigh as he works to undo it, trying to be as respectful as he can with eyes aggressively boring holes into the ground as he cleverly undoes the problem heel. He’d have huffed with triumph when it was all said and done, but her comment hits hard. 

“...”

Gaze trails upwards towards her, the same stoic indifference that he was apt to have, and for the first time in a long time, he cracks a slight smirk before finishing his task and rising once again to find her a replacement. Even when he returns to place the new shoe on and clasps it into place, he very gingerly sets her foot down, rough calloused thumb smoothing over the softness of her ankle before rising with a short bow and returning to his station. 

His gaze lingers on her ever so briefly, lip twitching in that faint smile, and then he’s back to how he had always been. 

@manxeaterx 

[royaletiquette]

-I’ve been enabled to ramble about our muses / @manxeaterx​

I can not overstate how much I knew Hibiko was going to click with Ann. And oh my god did she so immediately fall for Antoinette, and only to fall deeper the closer they got. I think Ann knew that, and may have felt herself doing the same, but Hibiko was like "yeah but I want it so..." it was always a matter of time. These two learn so much about themselves from one another and I hate Antoinette for being so fucking selfishly motivated because they really could have had it all if she didn't always make it seem like she wanted Hibiko to stay for her own benefit. Like. Fuck. The bitch really had to be like that. Ann's nagging for Hibiko to rebel can lead to some pretty nasty disagreements between them, both sides saying stuff they don’t mean for the sake of proving a point. 

Come to being Queen and seeing Ann again, she is absolutely obsessed with the woman and realizes then how much Koko fucking loves her. Throwing herself at Ann and hardly being subtle about it, literally begging for permission to lift her skirt. Even if Ann tries to play hard to get, Hibiko knows exactly what she's doing, and again, "yeah but I want it so..." I don’t think you understand that she is the kind of bitch that will break a champagne glass to be like “oh no I’m bleeding, try ignoring me now sexy vampire I dare you.” Would happily give into and encourage Ann to suck her dry of blood, as close to death as she can gamble. 

I imagine there might form some complex power dynamics between them as well considering most of the time, Queen Hibiko is very much not looking to feel submissive towards someone. She’s pretty fixated on having the upper hand, albeit subtly. Antoinette I know feels the same, but also gives in to a lot for Hibiko so I don’t know. And as happy as the two women and her kids would be, there would definitely begin to form a line she wouldn’t want Antoinette to cross. Hibi’s very like “I love you, but you are not their parent.” 

[hhemeraa]

He’s never met her before, he’d absolutely accept it if she wanted to step on him. A loyal bodyguard with fantasies of doing more than holding her hand as she gets out of her car or taking her coat from her shoulders. He’d worship her as she rightfully deserves. 

@manxeaterx​ 

[royaletiquette]

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

Headcanons for King/Queen Hibi

Is your muse merciful? Why or why not? I'm inclined to say no, but yes. No because as the theme with their 30s, fuck everyone. The same wasn't done for them, so why should they. It's their revenge on the world for being equally as unfair, boo hoo. But really, yes, because they would feel guilty and want to be decent person. Though god is it just so much easier and momentarily satisfying to not.

What brings your muse the most joy in life? Their kids by far. Not even a chance anything comes close. There is so little they give a shit about in their day to day and is one of the only things keeping Hibi from going total auto pilot. Seeing their children have hope and a chance for the future is their saving grace.

How does your muse view people in general? A means to an end. It has only ended positively in their eyes for others using them as such and may have not actually learned the right lesson from that. Hibi is advertently out for themselves with little sympathy for whatever stands against that.

[aurorxaeternitatis]

@manxeaterx continued from here

      Eyes observed her mannerisms, while his lips were lifted in an amused smile. The blond hair and blue eyes were exactly as he remembered them the last time they had seen each other — striking and beautiful, and she seemed to have not changed at all. Just as interesting as before, and someone worth sketching later.

      “ I have no idea what you’re talking about. ” He offered her a private smile, his eyes revealing what lips wouldn’t. His many ways of making others disappear, be it by his own hands or someone’s hired to do so, and well protected from authorities. Money was power, and the statement was embodied by Alexander perfectly.

        His hand took hold of hers once she adjusted his tie, and lips planted a kiss in gratitude. The actions, both hers and his, didn’t escape the most watchful eyes around them, as watching was all some people did in their pathetic lives. “ If I had been aware you were here, Antoinette, I wouldn’t have played poker. The game is still ongoing if you’re interested. As for Nikolai, he has opened a new club and had to leave due to some problems. Truth be told, I think he just wanted a reason to escape from here. ” No one could blame him, the event was awfully dull.

      He left his glass of champagne on the waiter’s tray passing by, and offered an ambiguous smile. “ I’m rather intrigued what you’ve been up to lately. ” However, he didn’t plan to torture them both by staying there. “ Instead of discussing all of that here at this lovely party, would you be willing to dine with me? My car’s outside and there’s a peaceful place a few blocks away. ” 

      His next smile was teasing, his voice was laced with humour, “ Unless you’ve changed your mind about that murder. ”