#baroquebutcher

[evilstalks]

Victor is wearing a wide, almost manic grin as he observes the other man, his eyes gleaming with glee. “I’m a big fan of your work.” He drawls, chuckling as he tilts his head. “

to be approached while he is in this state-- his hands soaked in blood, his knife dripping, warm and wet-- it's bizarre. michael doesn't bother hiding what he does when he does it, so yes, he has had people catch him in the act before. he's either killed them or they've been smart and have run away. by the time they returned with police or help, michael was long gone. but this isn't one of those situations. this man is strange, like him. michael looks at him with a tilt of his head, his curiosity piqued. the girl at his feet is actively bleeding out, not really here anymore but not dead quite yet. michael is just slightly annoyed his watching has been interrupted by this stranger. @baroquebutcher

[hagiophagya]

VICTOR IS 6'1 uwu

he's going to beat you to death btw :3

height comparison. @baroquebutcher

[popularmxnster]

@baroquebutcher said: "You’re hogging the blanket again."

" We really should try that trend of two different sets of blankets." He said pulling if off him and more so onto his boyfriend. " That better or should I turn on the fireplace?" He asked, reaching for a cigarette off his nightstand and lighting up. " I think it's supposed to be below freezing today."

[fgreene]

@baroquebutcher … liked for a starter.

“I absolutely love the use of color here. There’s something about this shade of blue. I’m not sure if the meant it this way but… it’s just so serene. It feels like the color you’d see as a child. When colors are more vibrant.”

Forrest is not the kind of person who talks a lot, but when it comes to art he could go on for hours. Especially about something as beautiful as the piece in front of them. It’s a giant oil painting, seemingly a simple landscape but it means so much more to Forrest. They always do.

“What do you think?”

[eidetic187]

↳ @baroquebutcher said “You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”

          Spencer glances up from his drink, eyebrows sweeping up to his hairline; no one ever approached him here ( not without an appointment, anyway. ) Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the bar's manager furiously approaching the bartender who'd spoken, but with a quick raise of his hand && a flick of his wrist, the manager turns on his heel && scurries off in the other direction. He turns his attention back to the bartender, fixing him with an appraising look. It took a lot of courage ( &&, perhaps, a touch of recklessness ) to approach Spencer in any situation, but especially on his own turf.

          Spencer takes a slow pull from his glass, cocking his head to the side as he fixes the bartender with a smile. His gaze is calculating yet intrigued. This could prove to be interesting. ❛❛ Tell me your name. ❜❜

[stagborne]

✧ sender shoves receiver into a surface.

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

The anger is a flash in his gaze, nostrils flaring, teeth gritting, as the immediate sharp pang of pain hits. It’s something he shoves in a box in his head to deal with later. Right now, there is only the suffocating anger, something poised, ready to strike underneath his skin. Will’s hand curls around the other’s wrist, rough and calloused, and he twists.

Whatever decency between them demineralized in that moment, evaporated in Will’s thinly skinned patience. He hated it when people pitied him, and he hated it when people tried to walk over him. “You’ve lost your mind.” Will’s head juts forward, smashing skull to skull, ignoring the white blaze of pain. His own nose bloodied, and he spits it, eyes furiously bright. “Do you think I won’t fight back? – Who do you think I am? I’m not your pillage.”

[monstyrigone]

there's a shakiness in the construct's voice as he presses his back tighter against the wall, his hands pushed against it as well near his waist as victor comes closer, touches along the front of bedwyr's pants like it's nothing. "i-i-i--" the abomination starts, only to fetter off and draw into silence as his head tips back and he looks anywhere but at the smaller man that does so much without doing anything at all.

hips nudge forward, almost as a silent request, though he only cues this request after a few seconds more of quiet with a tiny whimper.

@baroquebutcher sent : “ You’re so hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”

[popularmxnster]

@baroquebutcher gets a meme starter

"You didn't deny it, that's interesting." Billy taunted. " You're easy to pick apart. I kinda like that. You're fun." He purred, stepping up to him. " So how'd you do it?'