#pcisonvein

[gxfangen]

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“What do you-ou-ou-ou-ou think management would be more freaked out about? When I tell them that you broke into h-h-h-here? Or the fact that I can t-t-t-talk & have a consiousness?”

@pcisonvein

[goatdick-a-blog]

          “ DAMN you stick out like a SORE THUMB. literally. “ he EYES his red hair, SQUINTING a bit.

                                                                  @pcisonvein

[ghculed]

pcisonvein replied to your post: calling all parties to fight to the fucking death...

BITCH I will fukcing kick their butt Dont Test Me

stcrmxn replied to your post: calling all parties to fight to the fucking death...

i second the notion

hoe!!! we’re waiting!!!! bring the mfing thunder

[ghculed]

calling all parties to fight to the fucking death @dontparty @pcisonvein

[regiium-blog]

      it’s quiet. quiet in the desert is never a good thing, and for the first time jinx feels utterly & entirely alone. his body aches, blood dried and cracked on his bruised skin as he lays on the dirty floor of the diner. the wolf had left, sated once he’d left jinx on the brink of death for his hated rival to find. the fact that he was left breathing is a miracle in itself, jinx thinks, and he curls in on himself despite the protest of his broken bones. his breath rasps, the taste of blood fresh on his tongue all over again. the sudden scuffle of feet outside in the sand has him frozen in panic--- - had the wolf returned to finish him off? had his mercy run out? as the steps came closer he shook harder, hot tears welling up in his eyes as he squeezes them shut. if he’s going to die, he hopes it’ll be quick. he hopes he won’t feel it. jinx doesn’t even realize that it’s party who walks in and is standing over his broken form on the floor.

for @pcisonvein bc we love angst

[honeywick]

Trick or treat because I'm gay for your edits and would die if you made me one 🎃🎃🎃

TRICK OR TREAT MEME // no longer accepting

[diigiital-sunshiine]

“Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.”

{{ @pcisonvein }}

The words cut like knives into Jet Star’s skin, and he lifts his head up to look at the walking, talking corpse that once was Party Poison. Jet regards him with disdain; The man that he once saw as a vigilante, as a hero, as his best friend and-- He sneers, never once breaking his gaze.

Jet Star spits at the Exterminator’s feet.

“Fuck you.”

Blood falls from his mouth and he holds back a groan of pain. At least three of his ribs are broken. His nose is fucked for sure, and there’s no telling what kind of internal bleeding he’s going through. But he won’t give in. Won’t beg. Won’t submit. Jet Star shifts his wrists against the handcuffs behind his back. He gives a bloody smirk.

“ ‘Cause ya know what, Party? You don’t want to kill me. Matter of fact, I don’t think you’re allowed to kill me.”

He spits again, mercury-tinted blood staining his teeth and now the floor. Jet Star continues.

“You wanna scare me. ‘Cause you need me for shit you don’t know- Shit they took from you.”

And he grits his teeth at that, the words bitter. They did unspeakable things to Party, and now he’s at a point where he’d beat Jet within an inch of his life without a bat of a lash. It’s fucked up just how good BL/ind is at breaking people down.

Thankfully, Jet Star is more stubborn than the rest. 

He takes a steadying breath and shakes his head, forcing himself to laugh, to seem at ease. Jet leans against the wall of his cell, casually looking the Better Living agent up and down, tearing him apart with his gaze. His smirk and gaze go dark.

“Beat me all you want, Party Poison. But you ain’t gettin’ shit from me.”

[diigiital-sunshiine]

{{ @pcisonvein }}

( ✉ → sms to Aiden ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite. ( ✉ → sms to Aiden ) also like... ( ✉ → sms to Aiden ) we should get coffee sometime