#marvellousmaestro

[killedxgod]

+ marvellousmaestro , hxphaestus, iceoveryourheart, cubism-as-medicine, and profiteer

Rapture was a city of sin, and that was how such men thrived. What they had done to end up here was of no consequence to her, neither was their fates.  "What do you know about these 'splicers'?" She asked. 

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

"i'm so glad we did this, doctor Steinman..." Cohen swings his racket and taps Steinman on the ass, admiring his butt in the white tennis shorts. "I might just wanted to see you in those shorts but don't think I'm going to lose to you."

The surgeon flinched slightly, not expecting such attention. He immediately turned to his comrade, a sly smirk overtaking his handsome features.

"I couldn’t agree more, my friend. But what you’ll swiftly learn is that I was quite a tennis player topside and I know I haven’t lost my touch. Though watching you scurry around the court should be loads of fun! Let’s get to it then!”

[notaliberator-archive]

marvellousmaestro replied to your post:[[ i couldnt sleep so i decided to actually...

Go to bed. *smothers with blankets* S L E E P

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME

//AGGRESSIVELY DRAWS PENISES

[snitchiing-archive]

"Killing is an art. And I am a master."

"You’re a madman, that’s what you are." He hissed.

He didn’t have a problem with killing. Not after ten years as a killer. But the torture, the joy in making his victims beg for death or not even realize they were dying until it was too late… That wasn’t how he did things. He liked fights, bloody fights that ended in death, not murders for the joy of it.

His hand lit on fire, “Listen, fucker, don’t come near me with your ‘art’. I’ll paint the walls with you.”

[chaos-sonata]

brush

Kyle leaned into the touch, his eyes still closed and a purr leaving his lips that had little heart in it. He wasn't interested in Cohen touching him. And yet, he never stopped him. And it wasn't all because he was scared of trying. It was the habit, and the assurance that Cohen would always be there when no one else was. Even if he barely remembered the time when he truly, genuinely wanted to be with him.

He glanced up from his comfortable spot beside his master, his head laid on Cohen's lap. That was the face of evil. Despite his best attempts at making good choices, Kyle remained in love with this man. And fearful of life without him.

"Not asleep yet?" Years ago, maybe even months ago he would have sat up, kissed Cohen and offered to do something in the meantime. Now he just left the question open, too content with his spot far away from Cohen's face but not far away from his hand.. or, well, the head that still mattered to Kyle.

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

♬ We defiantly need a song.

Send me a ” ♬ ” and I will put my ipod on shuffle. The song that plays will be our song

"Vox Humana" by Deerhunter (American indie rock/electronic)

I haunted a basketmaker’s shop.Spending days ripping pictures from magazinesTaping them to the walls of my prison…

[kingofrapture]

Licks face. Best Andrew. None other can succeed you Mister Ryan.

LICKS YOU SUPER HARD HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU ARE MY FIRST PERSON I LICKED THIS YEAR CONGRATULATIONS I LICK YOU VERY MUCH

[chaos-sonata]

"I like the view"

He flinched at first; he was starting to notice he did that much more often around Cohen. Maybe it was the predatory tone of voice. Maybe it was the prospect of pretending to be the untarnished dove he was still supposed to be. Maybe he was just drained and tired and didn't want to act like he wasn't. Those were all part of it.

He took a deep, shaky breath before clutching his shirt over his chest as if he didn't expect it to end up on the floor anyway. Christ, he hoped Cohen wouldn't be too upset that the bruises on his back didn't all belong to him. That was all he needed right now.

"I-I'm glad you do, but- I'm just trying to change."

Leave me alone, you dirty fuck.

"I'll be heading home in a second, uh.. do you need something?"

You need to choke on a dick.