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Guys @murderousgroom is a jerk.

#crack;

hector-goddamn-rodriguez:

“That’s rich comin’ from you.”

“You really don’t have any self-control, do you?”

#✘; [ SHORT ]#◆; [ BEST ACT ]

@hector-goddamn-rodriguez

“Stop torturing Waylon, Hector.”

#✘; [ SHORT ]

Time and patience. Miles had learned what he was and what he was capable through that. And experimentation. Fortunately for him, Eddie Gluskin was a good guinea pig. He hadn’t had much of a choice, strung up and IMPALED as he was. Miles had gotten him down and dragged him out of the asylum.

The recovery has been slow for Eddie. He’s been bedridden since Miles found him, and Miles has remained at his side-- whether Eddie wants him to be or NOT-- curled into his warmth while the nanites slither from under Miles’ pores and patch Eddie up piece by piece. It’s been a few weeks now since Mount Massive.

Having a deranged killer for a bedfellow has helped Miles sleep well when he does, most of the time. But not tonight. He jolts awake and the Walrider-- on instinct-- lashes out and digs SAVAGELY into Eddie’s wounds before eating away at the blood spawned from his injuries.

But Miles then settles and leans back into the pillows. The Walrider relaxes with him and resumes cleaning and mending the wounds rather than reopening him. Miles doesn’t appear bothered by Eddie’s PAIN in the process. He pets a hand through dark hair and snuggles up to his pet, murmuring sleepily. “Another bad dream.”

#✘; [ UNTITLED ]#◆; [ THE WHORE OF BABYLON ]

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kjellbergpie’s endless list of favorite characters: Eddie Gluskin

“When I was a boy, my mother often said to me, "get married son, and see how happy you will be.” I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind…“

#✘; [ PHOTOGRAPHS ]#◆; [ THE WHORE OF BABYLON ]

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The rush of hitting someone else, of having power over someone else is short-lived. Whenthe Walrider screams it echoes in Billy’s mind as well, but this time it isn’treally his mind. It’s Upshur’s andthat is a sobering fact. Especially when Miles actually grabs onto him andcurls what fingers he has left into the – oh fuck he was wearing the same jumpsuit he had back when he was apatient here.

“Because I knewit was going to come to this you son of a –“ Billy doesn’t get to finishcursing. Rather unused to being solid – or perceived as such because of theWalrider – he hits the wall with a thud when Miles shoves him, and flickers out of existence brieflyfor a second.

Could only Miles interact with him like this? Becauseof the fucking Walrider?

“You killed me! You did exactly what they wanted! I wasgoing to burn this place with themin it but you- !” Billy screams at him, unable to finish his sentence he’s so enraged. His voice is hoarse and he can’tproperly string together a sentence to express how angry he is.

How . . . hopeless he is.

He steps towards Miles, and then decides to lunge athim, intending to tackle him or hurthim somehow. Make him pay for this.

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The tumble, the struggle, the TRIUMPH. Miles catches them both and spins, nanites hissing through his skin, dripping blood along the tile as they tumble until Miles is on top, between Billy’s legs, and has a hand wrapped tightly around his throat. When he growls, his throat is a guttural mess from the nanites and his features contort in feral instinct. “You were going to burn this place with ME in it! I didn’t ASK to be anyone’s fucking APOSTLE! I didn’t ask for any of this! I came here to the right goddamn thing, not be another fucking BLOOD STAIN. YOU TRIED TO KILL ME.”

He keeps the hand on his throat, but his grip eases as he listens to the Walrider’s static musings between them, listening to how it calls to Billy, it seeks his familiarity, it keeps him there. The Walrider isn’t going to be rid of Billy Hope and it’s telling Miles in subtle whispers and the taste of Billy’s blood in Miles’ mouth that Billy is going NOWHERE.

Miles is tired. So very tired. He gives in, he caves to the static and finally leans down to rest his head against Billy’s shoulder, which is still eerily tangible to him. “You’re not going anywhere, kid. It made up it’s mind already... m’not about to argue with the thing keeping us BOTH alive.”

#✘; [ UNTITLED ]#▼; [ DAMNED IF I DO ]#◆; [ AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM ]

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‘ ABOVE THE KNEES, below the navel, sliced and sewn on Gluskin’s table. To make a place to push inside, the GROOM will make himself a ( B R I D E . ) ’

#✘; [ PROMOS ]#//YAS GOOD YASSSSSSS

“i'm NOT jealous ” [ why the fuck you lyin, why you always lyin, oooohhhhmigosh, stop fuckin lyinnn ]

JEALOUS / POSSESSIVE MEME

“You’re a TERRIBLE liar.” He practically purrs it, dragging a finger along that scarred jaw. He healed up so nicely thanks to the black wisps of nanites that constantly swirled about Eddie for the first week or so after Miles dragged him down off the poles. The taste of Eddie’s wounded flesh is burned into Miles’ mind from the Walrider. Distinctly, Miles recalls… Eddie tasted DELICIOUS.

But despite being in one piece now, there were those… faint markings along those handsome features, a REMINDER of the Engine and what it did to Eddie. Miles adored it if he was honest. It was like a BRAND, and it meant that Eddie was HIS. He shrugs dismissively at Eddie’s possessive lie again. He knows that Eddie is a fickle, jealous little bitch like any good dog would be. He leans in to ghost those lips along Eddie’s, and the nanites hiss along their lips all at once, whispering through the gospel to Miles’ chosen apostle. I know you are, Eddie. You can’t keep a secret from me.

And he probably had good reason to be JEALOUS. Miles flirted his way through most things these days– hard not to be confident when one has the cunning and power of a god within them; he’d flirted his way past the reception desk and flirted his way past security. He’d snuck in with Eddie on his heels all the way into the back of the bloodbank and now here they were, where they kept the blood cool to preserve it, and Miles with eyes pitch black, had plucked up a back and bitten off the cap, slurping greedily as was his way.

Blood for the God. Lambs to the slaughter. Miles popped the collar of his leather jacket as he emptied the bag. “You should know, however, that I have a big enough APPETITE to keep us both sated.”

#✉; [ JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE ]#murderousgroom #✘; [ ANSWERED ]#Ⓥ; [ THE WALRIDER ]