#monochromegentleman

[bakeneko-no-ai-blog]

@monochromegentleman

“Hello there, sir! Are you having more fun than most humans are today?”

[dream-eating-dreamer]

so is this dejavu or what ✥

How did this even happen? She’s been careful. She makes sure she’s incorporeal if she even thinks he could be nearby. She hasn’t even been around him much. When did he...?

“U-Unhand me, jerk...!” She kicks at his stomach and claws at his wrists, trying to wrangle herself free from the other. “D-Don’t fucking touch me!” Another kick, much stronger than the last one.

[rinvasion]

Shining Star ☆

monochromegentleman

Last time Rin checked, she didn’t live with a Len module yet. Crypton never notified her of the addition and she just left the building 5 minutes ago.

Dressed in dark colors and a grin plastered on his face, that aura of a purely sweet desire surrounded him and filled the air with just a feeling of something, of mischief and satisfaction. 

What an odd person..

“You certainly do have strange fashion tastes...”

[emeraldbadend-blog]

monochromegentleman

“...Stop me from dreaming.”

[bakeneko-no-ai-blog]

IN ANOTHER LIFE......

General high school AU

To his girlfriend's dismay, he actually quite happily tags behind the so-called Yellow Clique (Len-derived baku + Missy). He doesn't quite fit in, but he's content enough to tag along and chat with them.

For some really unknown reason, he wants to be good pals with Wren. (In all verses, actually. What the heck, Leva.)

[moonlitmurder-blog]

monochromegentleman:

“Is it the face? Because, you know..”

“That doesn’t need to be an issue.”

“Oh dear, you’ve caught me. It was your face, now I can swoon freely. I’m simply so narcissistic that I can only fall in love with the face of this one specific form.”

[dream-eating-dreamer]

“Hamlet, don’t even fucking think about it.”

[venomous-heir]

monochromegentleman

    Sakarias’s eyes inched open.  Ugh.  His head...      He shielded his eyes from the dimming candlelight      and pushed himself into a sitting position.  Bathroom.     He’d passed out in the bathroom.  Wheezing, he pulled      himself up on the sink.  Wasn’t this supposed to stop?      Mother had returned, his parents were married, he was      a legitimate prince of Asmodean.  He had achieved      everything he’d ever dreamed of, so why couldn’t he      stop with these drugs?  Why hadn’t the nightmares      stopped?  Why did it still bother him when someone      touched his head?                  The young addict splashed water on his face, refusing to                  see what he looked like in the mirror.  He knew he looked                  nothing like a prince.  He looked like a deadbeat.  A disappointment.                  The worst part was that he knew neither of his parents really                  gave a shit at this point.  Sighing, he let himself slide to the floor.

                            “So much for a perfect fucking family,” he muttered.