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"oh . . . it's, ah -- it's really nothing." his teeth flash, slowly uncovering sketch-book with a detailed drawing of a common nighthawk in the midst of a forested background that's half-scrawled. shy, almost. "these birds are nocturnal, so . . . rare, to see during the day." eyes crease with delight. "but i have."

🍒 @hollowvictory ↪ asked for a one liner

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the scene is bloody. horrific. crimson staining every inch of maternal woman. nursing both the wounds of dozens upon dozens of stab wounds weeping, &. the similarly sobbing form of motherless boy. covered himself, with dropped knife lying on sopping carpet as exhausted body tires itself even more-so. even while immortal fingers stroke through his hair.

"i - i don't understand . . ." he half whines. "why are you helping me?" he sobs, disbelief surging desperation through the sound. "why are you fucking helping me?" he curls in, almost pulling away from her before wet cheek hits wet chest. closing eyes as sobs continue to wait from broken voice.

🍒 @divinehr ↪ asked for lawrence

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tongue darts out to wet parched lips. a shuddery breath accompanying the beads of eager sweat rolling down his temples. he's shaking. a small knife pressed, concealed, against her belly. the woman similarly pressed against the cool brick of a back alley. having been pulled in by lanky, yet strong arms. cowardice is key, & the rage is not to the point of finding it within himself to give-in to every temptation within his body. his faculties fractured, but not broken. for he would find every release imaginable in the feel of her blood spilling past the blade, & congealing against knobby fingers. out of body, in the minute that goes by in fantasizing. his hand slipping into the wound. feeling flesh stretch around his fist.. fingering organs. & thoughts had the potential to become more & more horrific. the possibilities endless. he's stiff, just thinking about it. nostrils flaring at the resolution of ego. for swallowed by his leather jacket, the man shudders. knife nearly pinching her skin, with the jittering of his wrist. the other hand clasped around her shoulder, clenching & unclenching. pushing the other's body insufferably & unrelentingly into the wall. but he had specific needs, & this isn't right... assaulted at every angle by discomfort. the blaring of horns, the giggling of passing teenagers & the clank of far-off construction. it twitches his head every so often in the direction of the street, but not for long. cannot take his eyes away.

he feels light-headed. his brows pulled, inhaling & exhaling rapidly, whilst his ocean blue eyes flicker in a panic. she's laughing at him. maybe not outwardly, but she must be. mustn't she? what are you waiting for, pussy? he hears it in his head. though none of it is truly being said. why can't you just do it, already? i'll die of old age, before you finally grow some - "shut up..." he mutters, in a hiss. head tilting downward dramatically upon the instinct to rub at his ears, but his being unable to do so. "Scheiße!" he shoves her, in an antagonizing manner. though it's truly the action of a desperate boy. brows still narrowed as he pauses. "you think i'm a coward, right? -- just say it." he appears pained. invading her personal space. "ich will dich auseinanderreißen..” (i want to tear you apart)

send  💀  for  a  violent  starter . / / @vileincarnations

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" you're getting blood on the carpet. " / for Larry

"oh . . ." lawrence swallows thickly. can taste the iron fluid on his tongue. minutely, at least. feeling it slide down his throat. "uhm . . ." shaky, whimpering, pathetic. man cringes at the sound of his own voice, dripping hand lifting reluctantly from his side. sure enough, the ichor drip, drip, drips from the tips of his fingers. some arguably his own, from sliding hands down blades creating nasty, deep cuts in his palm. luckily he's not in any database that would render the blood useful, however the fear of being apprehended is ever present regardless.

"i -- i - mmm . . ." tunnel vision is plaguing his eyes, and hearing is currently dampened. he feels as though he's somewhere else, and the weight upon his body is keeping him tethered to the ocean floor. seizing of his sternum in panic of drowning taking place 'pon quivering lip. speech coming forth with a flare of his features in an apologetic cringe, and an almost uncontrollable whine. "m'sorry!" he gasps, mouth open in a show of lower tier of teeth, also stained.

how did it get in that treacherous maw of yours?

tears prick hot as magma at the corner of his eyes, and his fingers shake as chin lowers to look at them. such resulting in realization that he couldn't touch his face without further painting it red. panic further sets in, causing him to inhale rapidly. eyes flickering from one stained paw to the other, as he begins to feel as though the inflation of his lungs was doing no good at actually bringing in oxygen.

he grips his shirt, tugging, as his eyes find priscilla. pleas swimming in soft blues as he looks at her beneath blood-stuck lashes.

"p-please, help me." he exhales harshly. "i d-d-dunno - hic - what t-t'do."

🍒 @divinehr

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❝ no. give me a reason why i should do as you say. ❞ for larry!

HE'S PANICKING, &. THAT FACT is written all over sweat beaded face. his hands twitch at the sides of his thighs in search of power &. control. two things he always desires more of, but never feels like he has . . . especially in situations like this. fingers trembling, wanting to reach out. feeling like he'd just be able to steer the ship away from the impending iceberg if he just -- grabbed her. shook some sense into her (by ramming her porcelain back against the fucking wall). if he wrapped his hands around her neck &. squeezed until her eyes went wide with fear, &. fingernails bite his knuckles in retaliation. . . .

his chest inflates, then deflates rapidly. his mouth inhaling, sucking in the oxygen, whilst brows twitch along with the soft popping of his upper tier in the shifting of bright blues. mouth somehow dry &. pooling with slick saliva at the same time.

he feels like there's a thousand buzzards infesting his body. loud &. deafening. black hordes that settle in his chest, while stragglers beat their wings against his nerves. all the horrible, disgusting things that live inside of him rotting &. infected. feasted on by his winged brethren &. laying their eggs inside to create more. creating a ten pound weight that makes him feel like he's about to explode, until his stuttering mouth is forced to push out some pathetic response. it all has to crumble at some point doesn't it? he's looking at her defiant eyes as though they were poisoned tipped daggers. the morphing of her mouth speaking disgusting lies - spitting in his face. all a trick of the mind.

'you're pathetic. why would i ever listen to a sad, lonely, ugly piece of shit LIKE YOU?!"

"b-because, I FUCKING SAID SO!" he shouts, growling despite the stutter in a profound contrast as larry's hands dart out without his brain's permission. fingers curled into shoulder before he even knows what he's doing. air punches through his nostrils petulantly. he has to finish. eagerness prompting a twitching rock onto his toes as he realizes he needs to say something else. "&. i swear to fucking god, i'll -- fuck!" he whines. the words sound so stupid in his head. "because i'll fucking hurt you if you don't - don't make me hurt you, nancy." he flexes his features involuntarily as confusing tears sting his waterlines. "don't make me hurt you!"

🍒 @hollowvictory

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“You can be rough with me, I won’t break.” (Pey to Lawrence?)

lawrence doesn't quite understand the intricacies of human beings. the ways in which they aren't confined to certain labels, or certain ways of life. he grew up in the system. so wrapped up in the pursuit of love, &. in the hatred of those who denied him, that ignorance was easy. he hated women. hated the mere idea of them. hated that they were always mocking, within the tight confines of his mind. he hates what's personal, &. everything else seemed unimportant. though somehow this felt easier. sinful, in itself. it felt like he shouldn't enjoy this. shouldn't find it easier. but he does.

but the sickening desires are far from just that of the flesh. a different pound always on his mind. there's a spark of a charming smirk in his chuckle, crowding against the wall. but the fantasies lurk in fishing inside them. seeing what he's really made of. shoving of their shoulder against the wall causing tilted head to press closer. "-- yeah?" he breathed, a soft desperate noise transferred from mouth to mouth as he open-mouth kisses him. teeth piercing through lip upon drawback. hot iron taste on his tongue. "but, what if i want you to break?" he asks, fingers pressing harshly onto hips beneath clothes. licking the wound left behind there, with a shameless moan.

🍒 @poisonedfire ↪ smut starters

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“please, please, touch me.” anabel @ law

it feels to good to be true. his brain hardly had to work to create the fantasy. could it be? lips twitch, &. his heart soars. pale eyes flickering back &. forth. a lot of encounters begin this way. an attractive man, for the lure is often the catalyst for obsession. fingers curl, hesitant in touching as tips of cheeks blush. jeans riding hips, shirtless. -- for now he is still just the tattooed, cigarette smoking mystery . . . the sickening compulsions living just beneath the surface.

arms &. chest are inked with moths, birds, bugs, &. other such symbolism. woman with insects crawling from orifices, butterflies for eyes. female form with wings like an atlas. some even cover names carved in his skin like a promise to the unwilling. names attached to rejection. not for lack of trying.

illusion will shatter, though now hands are already upon slim waist. his eyes lowering as he presses abdomen against her, with a hand snaking up her back &. noses brushing, as he takes eye-contact for a moment . . . oh there's a crawling sickness living in his windpipe, ruining the moment. hands clammy as face falls. his teeth clenching. to good to be true? doubt threatens to burst from his belly &. wrap worried tendrils round throat. breath quickens with heart-rate.

all of a sudden opposite hand manhandles shoulder, shoved against the wall - however his face now shone a moments desperation. "promise me you aren't pretending." he trembles. could come off as endearing, as he stops denying himself that which he's chasing. fingers worming their way beneath the hem of her top along stomach whilst sighing softly into warm mouth. hovering, eyes closed. fingers unfurling like prying away metal, to waver a pointed digit. "promise."

🍒 @vihrago 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ smut starters & symbols

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“Whose blood is that?” / for lawrence !

blue eyes shine with tears as he stands in priscilla's doorway. the underside of his chin still speckled with the blood he couldn't wash away, along with down neck under hoodie shoved on over his soiled clothing, to make it here without suspect. lip quivering softly as dramatic frown brings lips together in strong purse, as though he were trying to will away any further emotion in confession.

" -- we, uh . . ." breathy sigh conjoins to laughter. sadly inherent in the cycle. lips continuing their waver. "we . . broke up."

🍒 @divinehr ↪ forget which meme!

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exhale is shuddering as fingers coil 'round brick, long nose almost pressed to grain as his nails scrape &. chip. piercing blue eyes following, as she walks into the coffee shop. one which he follows her into, smoothing down suit whilst she gets up to greet him.

sliding his (albiet clammy hand) into hers, he produces a pursed lipped, bashful smile. "ah, thank you, for meeting me." foot in the door. this was a whole new playing field. "i think i might have some information you might find useful. that's why i called. i got a uh, cousin in-law at the police depatment, &. . . . ah, well, luckily the family get pretty chatty over thanksgiving." he smiles with another nod as he sits. "may i?"

🍒 @burg1ar ↪ asked for larry <3