Send Me A △ And Ask A Really Invasive Question Aimed At My Character

me: *jokes about adding alastor to my blog*

ghost & zayne: do it coward

me: *crying while I put on my squeaky shoes and a red nose*

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

@helldrip

Velvette

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

while i fight with photoshop to edit icons, have a little plotting call.

give this post a like and i'll hop into ur ims and we can discuss possible plots for our muses ❤

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

Vox is VERY old, but he is learning.

"Oh, uh...." He looked around awkwardly before slowly pointing at himself. "You talking to me?"

"These legs were made to be wrapped around ya."

"Yes, but people expect that from me." He lounges back on the sofa, stretching one leg along the length of it. "I am the Drama of the Vees. I make the messes and Vox and you-" here he reaches across the space between them to tap the tip of her nose. "Clean it up for me."

@helluvahotpot sent,  ❝  Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain.  ❞   /   tumblr text posts part two

  ❝ I did not just hear that shit out of your mouth, Valentino. I did not just fucking hear that from the guy who chases after whores. babe, if something is wrong with my brain, what’s your god damn excuse? ❞

stuck at work so posting another plotting call

like this post for me to hop into your IMs :)