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[clownlike-moved]

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a song that reminds me of your muse. || accepting.

          who are you really? - mikky ekko.

          so you're feeling tied up to a sense of control          and make decisions that you think are your own.          you are a stranger here, why have you come?          why have you come? lift me higher, let me look at the sun,          look at the sun and once i hear them clearly, say -          who, who are you really?          and where, where are you going?          i've got nothing left to prove,          ‘cause i've got nothing left to lose.          see me bare my teeth for you.          who, who are you?

[thismonster-blog]

OH MY GOD BUT HE DOES LOOK LIKE A WAITER THAT'S COMPLETELY ACCURATE. HOW HAVE I NOT NOTICED THAT.

the truth is out there

[missedycu]

   @histwohands

   his sixth sense is acting up again. it was like a spark had hit him, a telltale sign for something obvious in the general area. human aura all feels the same, little differences here and there, so this sticks out like a sore thumb. a negative, only seen by the positives it’s submerged in. he doesn’t get rattled. but he gets... anxious. something’s on his radar, so its value must be examined. is this creature worthy of his time? or can he find a way to exterminate it?

   he’d tracked that enigmatic source here to a small, albeit crowded, coffee shop on a street corner. there’s a lot of chatter when he enters, the eyes of patrons raised slightly. he’s too overdressed for a place like this. probably looks like a businessman on his way to a meeting who needs his dose of extra specific caffeine, though he avoids the line, gaze sweeping the busy room of now disinterested customers.

   there. it’s coming from... him. what looks to be a younger male. but dark knows. there’s a creature in there, somewhere. is it like him? puppeteering a human suit, weaving invisible strings? dark situates himself in line, curious if it too can sense his presence. fingers drum against his thigh as he waits for the front of the line, glancing over at the thing every so often. dark offers a small smile when he finally turns to it.

   “oh... sorry, you can go ahead of me. i’m still deciding what i want. i thought i’d have it figured out by the time i got up here, but i’m so indecisive.”

[feralaim]

 you could say tonight he is being hella ROASTED.

[anempiretorun-blog]

  patrick.

  “ Hope you plan on wearing green. Just because your       name matches the name of the day doesn’t mean you’re       off the hook. ”

[thismonster-blog]

               ❛   i just want you to know, from the bottom of my heart ... you look like a waiter, sometimes.   ❜   evan then thinks about his own words for once.                 ❛   --- like, i guess that’s not inherently a BAD thing, but i just feel like people don’t go for that kind of look hoping people will associate them with a waiter.   ❜

@histwohands ♡’d.

[tapedmurders]

❣️this can only end horribly so let's do it

`“Patty. How nice of ya to drop in.” He twiddled with a knife in his grip, dexterity effortlessly spinning it between his fingers. “Is this seat taken ? Oh–thats right. What am I talkin’ about ? Its clearly my house. How are ya ? Good. I’m glad you’re good. How am I you ask ? Well—funny you should ask.” It was pretty fucking funny considering he couldn’t ask. HABIT had clocked him good and strapped him to a chair up to his teeth. He stifled any opportunity to talk. HABIT figured, the fuck had a good run ( HA ! ).  Patty had had his freedom and he reckoned he enjoyed, but now even the good things always came to a fucking jeering halt. So, he settled nicely in his seat and leered at him beneath his cap and lifted his chin with the fine point of his knife. Mindful, Patrick. You wouldn’t want to mar your ‘own’ handsome face. 

“I’m doing fantastic ! Thanks for asking. Though might I add, you have….impeccable timing. Y'kno you’re a tough cookie to track. Almost seems like you’ve been hiding from me. Why ? Do I spook ya ?” His voice drawled and curled like an almost lover. He was sure Patty knew very well what this moment meant. What the inhuman growl fluttering beneath Evan’s voice conveyed. What the sudden glow of his purple eyes underneath the shadow of his cap expressed. Like amber, feline eyes stalking prey within the shadow of the jungle, HABIT was the predator and Patrick was his latest game. 

Oh, celebrating he was. All the ‘hospitality’ and grandeur and theatrics came down to mean one thing, he was very well rubbing it in like salt over a wound that despite all of his endeavors, the coward had been ensnared and there was no where to run. 

But HABIT was anything if not…courteous. GENEROUS. He would settle with a compromise even when it was Patrick who wronged him. But that was the thing about deals…ultimatums ; they were tricky sonuvabitches. It hardly satiated the greedy. Gluttonous fucks always wanted to swindle something fucking more. But if his comrade had any brain cell left, it would be wise to agree to his terms. Or else he could say ‘bye bye’ to Micheal’s pretty jaw. 

Suddenly, HABIT rose and brought his foot to step down on his crotch, shifting weight into it when he peered close and grabbed a fistful of his collar, threatening the lump of his throat closer to the ridged teeth of his knife.  “Pat. Pat. Patty. You’re in some deep-seeded stuff, you BEANPOLE SACK OF SHIT.” His jovial voice doubled, laced with another from another place not quite like this one and he brandished his teeth in a smile that was anything but friendly. “But I’m gonna do you a solid and if you do me that solid, our slate is clean.” 

His proposition added weight to his dick as HABIT whispered against his ear. His voice was too soft to be heard by the swaying shadows against the walls. It seemed like a moment of stillness before he parted from his ear but not his grip. “This is the chance of a lifetime, bud ! We do this, you n’ moi, and ya never have ta see me again.” LIAR. “Whattaya say, huh? Have we got ourselves a deal ?” 

Faithful his eyes were, nicking every detail of his face and look in Patrick’s eyes. The fucker could drag this on for as long as he wanted, HABIT would only be set to remind him that his foot still sat on his cock and a knife poked his throat. Just before it dragged on any further, his comrade agreed and HABIT grinned. “Atta boy ! Now, I’d say lets crack out that Champaign, but some leech choked that shit down⎯⎯So, you can thank Evan for this.”

With a Fuck It, HABIT flung the knife over his shoulder. With renown grip, he slit Micheal’s tongue with his nail and seized his lips with his own and kept him still. He guessed his jerking was either due to him struggling not choke on the blood HABIT forced down his throat or revolted by the tongue that was thrusted into his mouth for good measure. Still, HABIT thought to add to this LITTLE celebration by purposely kneading pressure with the foot that still rested between his thighs.

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