#americanedpsycho

[hollowvictory]

one liner for @americanedpsycho .

' you know , i can tell when you stop listening . your eyes kind of glaze over & you nod along to everything i say . '

[devilscheck]

@americanedpsycho sent ❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest," the words cooed off her lips with a devilish grin to the thought. To be fair, there were more than enough times that Jennifer was fairly capable of taking care of herself. But the offer wasn't entirely seen as her being weak, or so she liked to assume. There was always the inkling that CHAOS could follow them wherever they went, a certain bit of peaked interest at that thought.

"It would be like so TOTALLY noble of you to do that. Sure you've got the time for little, old me?" The words were teasing, the usual tone she always seemed to have around company she enjoyed. Jennifer's doe eyes glanced upward at him, a slight bite of her lip as she waited on the response.

[diam1nd-arc]

" baby, you got something red all over your shirt again. take me with you next time." hands reach out to touch the stained spot pon' the white button up before placing a kiss @americanedpsycho 's lips. / liked ♥

[nursc-arc]

❝ I guess I did ruin everything, didn't I? ❞

knees drawn tight to her chest, her body feels both rigid and unbearably heavy, as if the weight of the night presses down on her. she doesn’t answer him right away, can't even look at him or pull herself from the fragile cocoon of warmth she’s carved out by the window. sunlight spills through the glass in golden pools, chasing away the shadows but not the cold buried deep in her bones.

she is never slow to respond. quick-witted, and so, so charmed by him, she fell into his gravitational pull in an instant. even now, she feels the urge to smile and gleam for him bloom inside her chest. she clings to the morning haze like a lifeline, fingers locked around her ankles, gripping hard enough to ache — holding herself together with nothing but sheer, stubborn will.

❛⠀ is that what you did? ❜

[diam1nd-arc]

emma has been posed on the couch of his living quarters in nothing but white lace lingerie bought by the man himself. valentine’s day kept her line of work very busy albeit discreet. but today she was getting away from her place, away from a flood of gifts piling to the ceiling that she’d eventually throw away or donate. looking down on manicured nails, blue eyes notice patrick waiting patiently whilst gazing at the diamond studded beauty posed for invitation. “ do you like what you see, @americanedpsycho ?” her tongue glides upon luscious lips, heavy lashes flutter with her flirtatious expression.

raising to her feet with tall heels clattering amongst fine marble, her position stops in front of the man. “ tell me, am i your dream girl? ” her dominant side shows as her voice demands attention; a hand moving up the man’s torso to give a strong tug of his tie to lead him towards the bedroom. emma’s mutation aside from stunning diamonds and mind control, also had her own brute force that men often forgot. hips sway with each slow step, tightening the grip around patrick’s throat betwixt expensive cashmere.

[diam1nd-arc]

sc. ♡ / " you know, i can hear what you're saying even if you're not saying it. " standing next to him in line to get coffee, emma fixes her hair whilst looking up at the male whos having inner monologues about her body. blue eyes roll following the flutter of long lashes. it was no doubt a boost of her ego, but it still got on her nerves that she couldn't turn the mind reading off. " i know what you want, @americanedpsycho. "

[pastner0tic]

❛ are you afraid? ❜ ashley

at first , she could tell patrick was this ... crazed banshee to everyone ... so much rage .. so much sadness .. his call was a pure taste for vengeance .. but overtime , ashley discovered a certain tender side he developed for her .. that was what steered her head's direction . " no .. " she answered softly . " .. but i know you are dangerous . " and she respected that to some extent ..

[iobartach]

@americanedpsycho // short thing starter

Tugging gently on the knot of his tie, he inhaled a calming breath as he set foot into the building's foyer... out of costume. Favouring discretion, Miguel had reached for a disguise of a different sort, an identity formally distinguishable by an arrogant ego and an inflated sense of self-importance. The beige slacks and matching waistcoat were meant to match the styles of other businessmen lurking about, but it's an effort marred with flaws.

The most obvious of which, aside from a ruffled shirt collar and frequent wandering of sunglasses-shaded eyes was the traces of a frown that lingered after every brief conversation pitched, asking questions of strangers; when he wasn't being laughed off or dismissed with a shooing gesture, anyway.

After the fifth or so failed attempt, Miguel was unable to hold back a grunt of frustration as he pulled back the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a peculiar device with a golden display. It quietly beeped every so often, revealing with it a tracking function. Where the shock was that anomaly hiding?

Determined to keep going, a palm coolly covers up the dimensional gizmo as he looks ahead, flagging down the next sharply dressed stranger to cross his line of sight.

"Hey! You there! Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"