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ettusoror answered:

she bit her lip hard - almost certain she was going to draw blood . oh he’s so not her type . greasy blue hair as if he was homeless . but his eyes CAPTURED her . seemed to hold her hostage . he seemed certain , though . confident . it was as if he KNEW every little thing she wanted . needed . as if he understood that she needed a change more than anything else .

but she couldn’t let him see just how DESPERATE she was for something new . so she’d offer a small shrug - ran her fingers back through her hair before crossing them across her chest . “ really ? and what are you gonna change about it ? ”

{ @ettusoror } - continued from here

Knowing that she didn't believe him made Kai more determined to prove her wrong. He needed the challenge - craved it. He'd lost interest in almost all of his followers because that was just what they were - followers. Mindless, blind sheep to lead to the slaughter if he pleased. This girl was new, fresh and most importantly seemed to think he was full of shit. Winning her over might not be easy - if it would be he wouldn't care so much. He would have dismissed her already and moved on to the next idiot if he hadn’t felt she was so beneficial to his cause.

Hands rested on the table in front of himself as he looked into those hazel eyes. They were full of secrets. He was sure of it. He wanted to know them all - use them to his advantage as he did with every little bit of knowledge he obtained. "In every way." His words were cryptic for the purpose of drawing her in more. He didn’t always know what to say but he knew how to fake it well and leave the rest up to his charismatic personality. "You name it and I'm going to change it." Finally he took her hand into his own just to feel the warmth of her skin and add that level of intimacy. "We change the world. But let's just start with your life." He didn't know what it was about this girl - there was something different about her and that also made him want her even more.

#ettusoror #(kai: interactions)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)

❝ I don’t need friends, I need fans! ❞

{ @millennicl }

SCREAM 4 SENTENCE STARTERS

Sometimes the startlet was downright exhausting but Kai knew he could gain from her so he kept her around. She was also extremely nice to look at and good in bed so that was an added bonus. “And if you’ll stick with me you’ll have that and so much.” He squeezed her pinky with his own and kept his dark eyes fixed on her hazel ones in an unrelenting stare. “We are meant for great things and together we will accomplish them.”

Taking a deep breath he prepared himself to drop a bomb on her. “Your career and reputation are damaged, Madison. We must rebuild it. Together.” He wanted to keep reiterating the importance of the two of them accomplishing everything as a team. “And I know how to do that.” He had a gift of knowing what to say and how to say it to get what he wanted. He was arrogant enough to believe that his gift of charisma would not fail him now - even with someone as stubborn as this little piece of Hollywood royalty.

“You need something fresh and new. I’ve got just the thing. I will impregnate you with the Messiah baby.” Winter and Samuel’s had failed him - he needed this child to carry on his legacy and who better to have it than Madison Montgomery? It would put her back in the tabloids and get him on the radar as well. People loved babies. Especially celebrity babies. Look at all the fuss that dumb ass Kardashian obtained by getting herself knocked up. No one could shut up about it. This would work for Madison as well.

#millennicl #(kai: interactions)#(answered)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

{ @fashioniism }

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS// still accepting

Never in his life had he felt as low as dirt as he did at that moment. He couldn’t remember everything he’d said yesterday - most of it was a blur from all the drinking - but he remembered enough to feel completely disgusted with himself. A hand reached out to touch blonde curls before recoiling just as quickly. Jimmy knew he didn’t even deserve to touch Maggie after his previous behavior. Rubbing the same hand over the back of his neck instead he looked down at the ground in shame he shook his head.

“Course not, Maggs. Not one damned word of it…” Why was she even speaking to him? The tiny fortune teller wasn’t a dummy and she could do so much better than hanging out around a freak show. She might believe her gift of sight made her one of them but it didn’t. Maggie Esmerelda was remarkable - she could go anywhere and do anything she wanted and sometimes he wished she would. No matter how much it would hurt him if she did. “I’d say I’m sorry. Cause I am.” Dark eyes remained downcast. “But ya deserve so much more than a cheap ass apology.”

#fashioniism #(Jimmy: interactions)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)

ettusoror answered:

a roll of her eyes - oh , he was right , and she was in no place to judge , but the way he talked about it left her UNCERTAIN . she’d look away slightly - hands wrapped around the glass of clear liquor she had just begun drinking . ( she wasn’t drunk enough for a conversation like this . then again , she wasn’t drunk enough for a whole lot of things most people could handle sober . )

she’d offer a SHRUG . “ i mean , if that’s what you WANT to do , it’s fine , but like - you don’t seem that into it . ” a pause as she slowly lifted her glass to her lips . she’d never been good at giving any kind of real advice . “ your life’s too fuckin’ short to let yourself be pushed around like that . TRUST ME . ”

{ @ettusoror } - continued from here

The response managed to fill the lobster boy with rage no matter how typical it was coming from a normie. They just didn’t understand and never would. Fists clenched and unclenched - he'd never hit a woman but he did need a few minutes to get his temper under control.

"Course I ain't into it." Words were spoken through gritted teeth. "But unlike you, my opportunities ain't endless. Work is work an' I gotta take what I can get." It was taking all he had to speak to this woman in a civilized manner. "Bein' pushed 'round comes with the territory. Ain’t never gonna find a job where I get treated with respect. Figured that out a long time ago."

Leaning back against his trailer he looked her over. "Why ya even here anyway? Ain't no show tonight an' ya hardly look like the type that has any business bein’ here." Last girl that looked like her had caused him nothing but pain and suffering before running off and he wasn't falling for it again. Especially not when the resemblance was almost uncanny - so much that it tore at his heartstrings just to look at her. But she wasn’t his Maggie and Jimmy wanted this girl gone and fast.

#ettusoror #(Jimmy: interactions)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)#( ; this should be interesting )

{ @millennicl } - frustrated sex

They had been at it for almost an hour and Kyle was so frustrated he could scream. He didn’t know what the problem was but he’d been on the brink of an orgasm for what seemed like forever – it would alternate between feeling almost too good and not good enough. Even if he could form words he probably couldn’t come up with the right ones to explain the way he was feeling and that made him more upset. Kyle never had problems with performance – he had good stamina and could hold out long enough to please Madison and himself. She’d already come for him twice and he knew she was getting sore – she was too nice to him to come out and say it but she was whimpering from his excessive and demanding thrusting into her and that just made him feel even worse.

After a few more minutes of useless hip movements, he pulled his cock out and rolled off her. “Kyle …sorry…” He sat up next to her and stared down at his crotch in frustration. What the hell was the problem? He didn’t know if he’d ever had this issue when he was alive but he knew that since he’d been brought back he’d never had an issue and that just irritated him even more. “Can’t…” He reached his hands up and tore at blonde locks as he started to thrash around. “Kyle…stupid…” He cried out as he started to sob. He wanted to release and he couldn’t have it and that just made him extremely emotional and agitated. He didn’t really have any other way to show that besides throwing a tantrum.

#millennicl #(kyle: interactions)#(verse: coven canon)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)#(closed starter)

{ @heavenpetersuniverse } - continued from here

Tate absolutely hated working in the kitchen of the asylum more than any of the chores they’d given him so far. He tended to be a lazy boy and it was hot and way too much work for his liking – the worst part about it was that it kept him from doing his favorite pastimes of masturbating or stalking his crush. He knew that he’d been given busy work to keep him out of trouble – according to Jude ‘idle hands were the devil’s playthings’ and his needed to be occupied to avoid temptation.

Things weren’t terrible for long and they soon changed for the better when he arrived to find out that Seth had also been assigned to work in the kitchen with him. He wasn’t sure if it was a lucky break or a set from that bitch Sister Jude herself but he was going to enjoy every minute of it either way. Even if the boy wasn’t into him he was going to enjoy pursuing him and trying to get his attention. Maybe he’d get lucky and Seth would want just what he wanted.

Eventually, most of the staff was gone and the few that were still around weren’t anywhere near by so the two boys were the only ones left in the kitchen. “This is stupid. I hate working in the kitchen like a …” He was interrupted by the sound of the wooden rolling pin falling to the floor and when he turned he got what had to be the nicest view ever of Seth bent over and picking it up off the dirty old tile floor. The back of his hospital gown completely open and legs spread wide exposing everything to him. “Well, hello…” The boy teased with a grin as he reached a hand out to run over the other male’s backside.

#heavenpetersuniverse #(tate: interactions)#(verse: asylum crossover)#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)

oldfashionedmalus answered:

“Well – we’re here now. And truth be told, I’m not scared. I just – I wanna be with you. So, whatever you need, I’m here.”

{ @oldfashionedmalus }

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They had actually went through with it. They had run away together and now they were a few hours outside of Jupiter sitting on his motorcycle in front of some crappy motel. This was where they were going to spend the first night of their new life together. It was all hitting Jimmy like a ton of bricks. He’d abandoned his family and all his obligations for a woman - what was left of them anyway. He was just glad his Ma wasn’t around to see it. It wasn’t too late to turn back but he knew he wasn’t going to.

“I got all I need right here.” He had her. She hadn’t died and now that he got her away from that place of death she would be safe he could protect her. “Jus’ don’t go leavin’ me now.” That was his biggest fear. He was terrified that she’d torn him away from all he’d ever know and one day she might decide she didn’t want him anymore. He couldn’t bare the thought and tried to push it aside. His eyes remained focused on the door to their room. #29. There had never been anything special about that number and now it was suddenly the most important one in the world. “I reckon we should go inside...get ourselves settled in for the night.”

#oldfashionedmalus #(jimmy: interactions)#{verse: freak show canon}#(it's a filthy goddamn queue)

darknessdrawn answered:

❝ Yeah —- ❞ It’s a mildly reluctant admission, but after these rough weeks between them, her reluc- tance regarding several aspects of their relationship is apparently evident.

❝ BUT, ❞ Violet adds, settling closer to him. ❝ —- I think my life would be a lot shittier if we didn’t … ❞ Though certainly less confusing.

{ @darknessdrawn }

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He couldn’t deny that the admission hurt but at the same time he knew he deserved it. He had betrayed her in ways that he still couldn’t forgive himself for and she had every right to regret meeting him. The ghost boy just considered himself lucky that she was still even talking to him and hadn’t shut him out completely. If their relationship could be repaired it was going to take a some time so it was a good thing that they had an eternity to do it.

“You would have been alive and your family tree wouldn’t be quite as tainted and screwed up.” He failed to see how that would have been shittier but he was glad she found some redeemable things about having him in her life. “What could have been shittier about that?” He felt her shift closer to him and dared to put an arm around her frail body. Everything that had felt so natural before now left him feeling apprehensive.

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