#pantichrist

[pxrolee]

@pantichrist asked: “Ya lost or somethin? Y’look like one of them pound puppy types- yanno, sad in the eyes a shit. Place like this don’t seem your scene.”

Fabian clammed up with a grimace. Yes, he was lost. Was it that obvious? Jesus, what was wrong with him? "Uh...no, just - decided to get out of my comfort zone for a night is all."

[kotttagare]

verdant hues clock her behind the bar with a gaze that borders on staring; it's a common enough response, one she's received from oliver on more than one occasion, one he's seen her coax out of every man with a heartbeat within a ten foot radius of her underneath the red club lights. tonight, however, it is not the curves and planes of her body or the glossed pout on @pantichrist that has caught ollie's attention. instead, it is the purpling and plum colored bracelet she wears around her wrist, the imprints of a much larger hand print starkly visible in a ring against her pale skin. he'd think less of it did it not match the split lip she'd brushed off the week before, and although he's been down the road of interfering in business not his own enough times to know better, he can't resist. curiosity killed the cat, and all that. "another vodka soda, please." he finishes of his current drink and slides the empty glass across the bar for a refill. " ... it's riley, isn't it?"

[laidbear]

♡ . . . SC , @pantichrist !

“ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦? 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬? ” 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵 ; 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 -- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ( 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 ) 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“ 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 . . . ”

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

"Why...Why do I like it?"

[treerie]

I FICIGNGLF 💀💀💀

[messiahed]

help, the way i'm wheezing at this.

[woodspile]

brows creasin’.  the memory’s a gnat he can’t swat away — of popping one of ‘em green cans open and seeing straight piss.   “  LEAVE  DA  ‘DEW  AT  HOME,  BEB.  AIN’T  INTO  NO  GOLDEN  SHOWERS.  ”

[savagecuhnt]

{ CHOCOLATE HEARTS 🍫 } --- Sender gives receiver some chocolates/candy as a gift!

ringed digits trace the fancy gold filigree atop the heart shaped box, a wide smile now stretching across his pale lips. "Is this for me?" he hums as emerald hues gaze down at the dark haired beauty. He can't remember the last time he's received a gift from another, "I now find myself in need to return this kind gesture." he opens the box, revealing the array of decadent chocolate desserts. "Perhaps you will join me in tasting these-" he offers the box towards her, "my darling little bird of prey."