#deamonassassin

[positivelybeastly]

Smash or Pass: Phoneix

"She's quite simply one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, though I . . . I really don't feel comfortable saying smash. It feels beneath her. I would, ahm. I would . . . oh, you know what I mean to say."

"'Real intimacy is not about sex, / It is not about the body's nakedness. / Real intimacy is the nakedness of the soul. / Real intimacy is not a pair of legs, / To bury yourself into. / It is a pair of hands that will hold you, / Through thick and thin."

"A pair of eyes that will look at you, / in all your seasons. / A pair of ears that will listen, / To all the words pouring from your heart. / Lips that say "I've got you, no matter what."

"Intimacy is so much more, / It is undressing your soul and saying, / "this is me, and I trust you with me."

"Oh, just say you want to fuck her already and get it over with, you absolute simp. We all do."

[moderndaypagliacci]

@deamonassassin​ doesn’t get the joke.

     “So many--” he’s clutching his briefcase tightly, thumbs twiddling with one and the other nervously. He walks, sort of hunched over, head sunken into his collar like a turtle with it’s shell. They’re all so beautiful, the line up of girls.      “--choices.” Clearing his throat as he says this last bit aloud. “What would you--” he turned to the Madame, with what could be construed as a smile, “--recommend?”      The meek little man had the sides of his head shaven, with what-- at first-- was slick black hair but had been ruffled and disheveled looking. His eyes were this sort of pale green that seemed to be almost muted, like the rest of him. A white labcoat hung off his limbs like a child wearing a Ghost costume on Halloween. It was odd because it was usually this type of man you'd expect to see at a brothel but there was something... peculiar about him.

[takeabiteoutofyou]

“Are You Going To Be My Guy?”

"Soooo, I'm visiting my mother in New York, and I wanted to know if you'd like to come with me." Of course, Izzie asked this while staring down into her photo loupe. She wanted to see if the new prints came out and a way not to look at Greg as she asked him. Maybe to make it seem casual, maybe to protect herself if he saw her hesitance in asking it. After all, her mother would likely want to know what was going on between the on-off couple.

@deamonassassin

[comingupblankarchive-blog]

One Way Or Another

The desire to vanish back to Canada had subsided with the sensitivity in his back. Though that hadn't stopped xandrew from reflexively hiding any time the witch or goddess was around. Neither took any offense to his actions.

Xan hadn't mentioned it, but he could always tell when Mercy was gone from the base. Quiet whispers that he could not fully make out would float in the prefery of his awareness, as well as seeing movements that weren't there out of the corner of his eyes.

He turned the tv up just a little bit louder.

@deamonassassin

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

Samoa Joe

Cody Sefo.He ran a gym in Darcy’s home town, but of course, like, she wouldn’t know that at all. What Darcy does know him as is the local pinball master, and the guy who taught her everything she knows. She was never super great at it, but what she does know, he taught her one afternoon at an arcade. Eventually, as Darcy got older, he taught her how to fix some basic technical issues.He was never exactly friendly, but possibly where Darcy learned to stick around grumpy people.

[hellomynameisfuckyou]

@deamonassassin​

Parked in a back seat of the crowded venue, Hannibal King downed another gin and tonic as he watched a woman who miraculously managed to twirl from ribbons and hoops dangling from the ceiling, remove her top AND collect tips from the audience who watched in awe-- all without breaking a sweat. Serenity always had the best entertainment. He had considered a grand entrance to signal his return, but he decided to lay back and wait instead. It wouldn’t be long until one of his friends stumbled upon him anyways. If they discovered him with or without help from the thousands of meticulously placed security cameras would be the only real unknown.

[okaydancecadencearchive]

@deamonassassin

[thefacsimile-blog]

“I swear to god I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“That would be a waste of a scream. I can think of, like, five better ways to use all that breath in them lungs, Del.”