Papa's Back

You really thought you'd heard the last of me? -- An Indy Silent Hill based serial killer OC This blog will contain Mature Themes

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

...I suppose you're going to want coffee. - Toby

and none of that damn starbucks or instant shit

[councilmanfourteen]

Shiftless lazy sonofabitch. You mean you can’t be bothered.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

yeah, that too

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

It’s the 22nd and still nothin’ for Fathers Day

Fucking piece of shit, good for nothin, dickwad shitstain--

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

...I suppose you're going to want coffee. - Toby

and none of that damn starbucks or instant shit

[councilmanfourteen]

Get it your damned self.

Pot’s on top of–oh, I don’t know. It’s somewhere. Chop-chop.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

I’m not rootin’ round this shit hole-- who knows what kinds of nasty shit I’ll find

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

...I suppose you're going to want coffee. - Toby

and none of that damn starbucks or instant shit

[viviphobics]

She nodded. “Yes, you could say so. I don’t like to be looked at.” She paused, lost in thought for a moment. “What sort of mask should I wear?”

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

"Well, I don’t know. What kinds of masks do ya’ have?”

He’s a little curious-- he’s never had a woman completely refuse to show herself to him.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

Y-You left me again daring. Don't tell me you forget me again.

eh?

yeah right

you

[dearestmother-blog]

You prick… You fucker… How could you?

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

oh, it wasn’t that hard, babe

come on though

make me remember why I used ta’ love ya

[sanctirubrumdeus-a]

        Her lips curve in the faintest of smiles.

                    “At least you seem to understand….                      I was beginning to worry.”

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

aw, don’t’cha worry, sweet thing--

I know when to stand down.

...if ya’ don’t mind me asking, what kinda bein’ are you?

[viviphobics]

@boxedheartkiller continued from here

“Well,” She cleared her throat awkwardly, blushing underneath her veil. “If we were to…’hook up’ as they say, would it be too weird if I wore a mask and most of my clothes?”

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

“heh, why not? I’m sure we can find plenty of ways to have fun regardless.”

He grins, all sharks teeth, and motions to her.

“Shy gal, huh?”

[rpmemesyo]

Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

Y-You left me again daring. Don't tell me you forget me again.

eh?

yeah right

you

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

{{okay bed time 4 me{{

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

So, may I ask an...uncomfortable question? -Samira

ask away sweet cheeks

no promises I’ll answer

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

What's your favorite cut of pork?

Center-cut loin

[sanctirubrumdeus-a]

                “Of course.                   Though, I wonder if your a man of your word,                  or is that tongue of yours just as sharp as those                   possible lies?”

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

why, ya’ wound me

I know power when I see it and I ain’t the kind to mess with someone like you

Baba Yaga was bad enough, and you’re a deal more stunnin’ than her

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

Do he got the booty?

he do~

[councilmanfourteen]

Stefan storms up to Toby, spins him, and catches his mouth with his own. Then he bites down, hard on Toby's lower lip, staying with his teeth in the other's lips for a time, before pulling away and spitting blood to the side with a sneer. "Delicious."

Toby flushed slightly, sweat prickling his brow. His jaw worked, jowls quivering; his fists clenched spasmodically.All at once he lunged, punch aimed squarely at Stefan’s throat.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

A laugh as Stefan slides out of the way, more at ease on his feet that Toby, and reaches out to grab his arm.

They spin for a second, then Stefan has him against a wall. His mouth is demanding, one of his hands on Toby’s ass and another on his wrist.

Stefan bites Toby again, his tongue, and almost purrs as he tastes the blood.

[boxedheartkiller-blog]

Older male. Domineering, cold, manipulative, and driven. Doesn't enjoy much of anything anymore. Needs someone to humble.

booooooring