#queney

[theatticauthor]

and i know i shouldn't keep looking at your picture but your phone is broken so i can't text you and i haven't seen you in four days so yeah i'm going to stare at the selfie you took on my phone that really only shows half of your face and i'm going to know that it's weird and i shouldn't be doing it but that's the only thing getting me by right now.

[tarotbios]

Vicito’s Quadrant Floaties

(Quad floaties belong to @goddesstrolls)

[tarotbios]

Vicito’s floaties

(The first seven belong to @glitch-trolls, dancer belongs to @vaporwave-trolls, sarcastic belongs to @glitch-trolls, and tired belongs to @tempi-fantrolls!)

[tarotbios]

Vicito Queney

Name: Vicito Queney

Age: 8 sweeps/Seventeen years

Blood Color: Gold

Screen Name: captivatinglyTousled

Typing Quirk: Capitalizes H and nothing else. “spHinx of black quartz, judge my vow.”

Sign: Gemittanius

Strife Specibus: Karambitkind

Ancestor: The Shipwright

Career: Pole dancer

Likes: Tea, romantic films (especially pitch+ashen!), candle making, soap making, rap music, spontaneously singing, late nights holed up in his room. (More to come as I think of more.)

Hates: Absolute silence, being told to calm down, people who mock his job or his hobbies, people who don’t take him seriously for whatever reason. (More to come!) 

Personality: Sarcastic, and will pitch flirt with anyone as long as they’re comfortable with it. Once he clicks with someone he’ll become mother-hen like, always making sure they’re alright. A little bit too curious for his own good. MBTI type ENFP-T. 

Flush Quad: Destal from @arcane-trolls- ship name Desvicito

Pale Quad: None

Pitch Quad: None

Ashen Quad: None

[theatticauthor]

hey bitch, maybe talk to me directly if you’re thinking i’m being a snitch

a) i don’t actually spy on you

b) i owe you everything i would never do that shit

you idiot. just wake me up when it’s january. all i want is you happy. stupid bitch.

[theatticauthor]

i wish i would have known it’d be the last time we kissed, because i would have never come up for air

[theatticauthor]

let’s ride off to the gates of hell on a fucking bear. and tear the hinges off. and let the devils out. and fuck till morning. and when the sun rises. we’ll fuck up even more shit.

[theatticauthor]

when will my cutesy contemporary novel about me finding some amazing girl who loves me as much as i love her start?