#knifebled

[featheredire]

they just... stare... they're really fucking confused with the owl head. is this what it would be like if skye's fox mask was alive???

              ❝  WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT ?  ❞  unnecessary question, he knows the answer. he’s aware  —  sees all, sees what sits behind their eyes as if they’d drawn their thoughts out for him. a twitch, feathers ruffling with the annoyed tick. restlessness, or something else in the jittery, sharp movements he makes, but one thing is solid, unmoving. that stare, piercing into them through dull, crimson - tinted eyes.                             ❝  GET OUT OF MY FACE. YOU DON’T BELONG HERE. THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU HERE.  ❞

[exitranks-blog]

🤗 hUGS FOR EVERYONE.

SEND ME ‘🤗’ TO HUG MY MUSE. @knifebled.

it’s just a small hug. nothing meaningful -- a goodbye between friends, a promise to hang out again. small. fleeting. travis misses their touch as soon as it’s gone, and he doesn’t know how process that. it’s not something he’d felt since SYLVIA, and her touch still plagues him almost daily. ( he misses it, he wishes he’d never felt it, he’d give anything to feel it again )

skye isn’t anything like sylvia. where they’re playful and good-humored, sylvia is manipulative and deceitful. they’re polar opposites, which is why the sudden RUSH of emotion directed towards the former is so surprising. though it’s not ... love, or anything like that. he probably just needs to get laid. and skye’s attractive.

he watches them leave, waiting until they’re out of sight before turning in, door closing gently behind him. he stays there for a few seconds, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. fuck it, he thinks. why not.

TXT > MR BLUE SKYE | next time we hang out we should hook up lol

[hitline-a]

://// hey richard, do you love me?

          no.

[hitline-a]

🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 ( ignoring qualities and trying to justify a character's actions :/ )

SOME EXTRA SALT FOR THOSE FRIES.

i’m not putting this shit under a read more because it’s very short and simple :

IF YOU LIKE A BAD CHARACTER , THAT’S OKAY.  BUT THE MINUTE YOU START TRYING TO DEFEND THEIR ACTIONS AND TOTALLY THROW THE FACT THEY’RE BAD OUT THE WINDOW - YOU HAVE TO STOP.  it’s perfectly fine for you to enjoy an antagonistic character but you have to be responsible and own up to the bad shit they do.  acknowledge it.  and if you don’t want to do that and you want to water a character down to more-so fit your softer standards , find a different character.

[featheredire]

❝ I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞ / sHRUG EMOJI

SCANDAL. accepting. // @knifebled.

             ❝ AND WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME, HM ?  ❞  hands folded neatly in his lap, a perfect measure of politeness in his stance, but such respect is absent in all else. not in his eyes, nor his volume, nor in the tone he uses with them  —  dripping in an unwarranted but natural revulsion. it doesn’t take much to incite such feelings within the owl - headed man, takes nothing at all. he sees more, knows more than anyone should believe, and all of it is smothered in filth. his standards are high, and they don’t meet them.        ❝  ARE YOU LOOKING FOR VALIDATION ?  APPROVAL ?  WELL YOU WON’T FIND IT HERE !  ❞  hands split, then, each clawing into the armchair instead, scraping against the fabric before he uses them to push upwards and stand.  ❝  WHAT IS IT YOU BELIEVE ? THAT YOUR MOMENTARY RESTRAINT REDEEMS YOU ?  THAT IT’S SOMETHING TO BE PRAISED ?  OPEN YOUR EYES, YOU’VE HARDLY TAKEN A STEP.  ❞

[hitkills]

choke me, daddy :///

“Do you get off on it, huh?” Tony’s voice thundered. “Does it get you all soaked talkin’ to strangers like this?” His anger was explosive. Something he so often was either in deep-seeded denial of or too wrapped up in its adrenaline to notice. He wasn’t perfect, Corey could attest, she had to close the door on his tantrums sometimes. He, however, only got into people’s spaces the minute they shoved their big noses into his.

She came at him with this weird shit and he dished out his own served cold. 

“Why don’t you do me a fuckin’ favor n’ leave me the fuck alone.”

[hitline-a]

stares from across the room, obviously on edge. they fidget slightly before sucking in a breath, ready to book it the moment he stands or moves closer to them. tropical ocean colored hues keep moving from the blond to the door, then back to the male - they don't understand why they were in here alone but skye does not like being alone with someone who possibly wants them dead or worse.

          he’s working.  there’s a group of men just on the other side of the building with shotguns and duffel bags , working to get the money and get out before all those authorities show up with their fancy guns & bulletproof everything.  that’s the risk they have to remember - vests don’t come cheap , and especially not tires.  jacket’s learned to deal with it.

          sometimes you just get shot.

          but he’s tried to stay focused.  he’s kept his eyes solely on the door , staring - unblinking , but he can feel the other person across the room glaring holes into him.  just like richard , just like the conscience in his mind that is always wrong.  the silent glance to them , eyes cutting to a sharp right , prompts his hand to reach and press a single white button atop the tape recorder.  a woman’s voice , stiff & oddly joyful , rings out among the silence :

          “ REMEMBER THAT NOT ALL EYES WATCHING ARE YOUR OWN.  REFRAIN FROM KEEPING EYE CONTACT , AND STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR. ” 

[featheredire]

What do you call an owl magician? Hoooooo-dini! ( LI S T EN )

                 ❝  WHAT DO YOU CALL A PERSON WITH NO SENSE OF TRUE BELONGING IN A WORLD THAT DOESN’T WANT THEM FRUITLESSLY ATTEMPTING TO FIND THEIR PLACE AMONG THOSE WHO CANNOT STAND THEIR PRESENCE ?  ❞  head cocked to the side, and there’s only a singular blink in the small moment of silence he allows to settle.   ❝  I DON’T KNOW ! I DON’T CARE TO LEARN THEIR NAME, BUT THEY WON’T GET OUT OF MY FACE.  ❞