#keeptakingshots

[theexaltedprinceofsin-archive]

loki-doki

[fightorfrak-a]

keeptakingshots replied to your post “katee sackhoff icon hunt;”

//omfg I love you

outofcigars: glad i could help, love! <3 had them laying around from a whiiiile ago, back when i was on insanejournal. (:

[kingoftheravensarchive]

keeptakingshots replied to your post: “-pets-”:

-Continues the pettings, shifting the Loki onto his lap-

[ scrunches himself against him comfortably and continues purring ] Where've ya been?

[kingoftheravensarchive]

-pets-

[ puuuuurrrs and leans into the pettings]

[calloffyourghxsts]

"Listeners, I have fascinating news."

"There is a man in the studio, and he appears to work for a vague and menacing government agency. He has not told me his name yet, but he looks like he's probably a decent kind of guy.

Hello, vague and menacing government agent!

And now, the weather."

Cecil slides his headphones off his ears and waves enthusiastically, giving the man two thumbs up.

[theartofsuffering]

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Trust, Idiot, Safe

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

i want to see what your insides look like i bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside

Sometimes, the Master woke up twitching - twitching - twitching - another day of running and screaming and burning alive and

he would panic. He would begin to forget he was relatively safe. Paranoia overtook him. Rage began to well in his hearts. His pupils would go abnormally wide, almost obscuring the irises, making them look purely black if one wasn't looking close enough, and he would hunt. 

He would come down from these spells with blood under his fingernails and caked around his mouth, and another dead body would be spirited away to the morgue. But the Master was not yet back in control. His grip on his sanity was tenuous, and still he would hunt, though not usually to kill, and twitching - twitching - twitching like he was being electrocuted.

Tonight, his eyes looked almost normal. Perhaps he might be mistaken for someone tripped out on something, were his language not so smooth, eloquent. It was downright hypnotic - in the most literal sense. In this state, he was not beneath using old tricks. 

The Master stuffed his hands in his pockets and went for a nice, long, relaxing walk, with no ulterior motives in mind and no weapons concealed on his person.

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

keeptakingshots replied to your post: “ooc:”:

same

why the actual fuck are we not like married or something?