LOOKIT THE BOY IM SO HECKIN PROUD
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LOOKIT THE BOY IM SO HECKIN PROUD
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SOBS ITS MAH BOI
“Whenever he laughs, it’s as if everything else in the world stops, and it’s only his voice," Alex mumbled. She was on the phone with someone else, and she didn't realize Host had walked in.
The Host was good at walking silently. Making no sounds while moving around. It was something like a habit almost, trying to stay silent when walking or doing anything, really.
When he heard Alex’ voice, he got curious, deciding to continue standing in the door, leaning against the frame.
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He didn’t know he could get so lucky.
While he rocked his hips against her, he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, holding her legs up near his shoulders. “I love you..” he whispered, moaning softly. “You like that, baby?”
I hesitate to believe you've never murdered anyone. No offense.
“Take this into consideration before doubting that I would ever end the life of another being. I am… a manipulative thing. My entire basis of existence is to influence and gain attraction to those who would normally shy away and would normally be reserved towards something as unsettling as myself. From that influence, and from those lies, I take advantage of their weak points in order to gain something. That something may be small, that something may be large. So, I ask you this…”
He tilted his head to the left, quizzically looking upon them with a burning challenge to his examination.
“What would I gain from killing something, versus letting them fall into a false sense of security and turning them into my own little tools to use as I desire? When I have no use of them, I emotionally dispose of them through abuse or ignorance, but I rarely have no use for someone. I have not killed anyone, not physically any way.”
Mah creepy art I’ve been working on for like a week.
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DUUUUDE THATS REALLY COOL
(if tumblr eats this again imma FITE)
But look!!! I’m so happy!! I love your bab!!!
(also ignore my thousand emails….)
aH!! ;O;
Alex was walking through the hall of the building Host had brought her to for safekeeping. The people who were tracking her seemed to have no idea where she was, which was good news, but she felt idle and bored. She'd drawn nearly everything in Host's small apartment, and she was looking for something new. She was looking at her surroundings a bit too much, and accidentally rounded a corner right into a person, face planting their chest. "Sorry!"
Dark took a step back, surprised that someone walked into him. Well, not that that didn’t happen sometimes, but still. The stranger was lucky she had only touched him for a second, otherwise her colours would’ve been drained. He did keep his aura just to himself while walking around the halls after all.
“And who might you be?”, he asked, tilting his head lightly. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was looking slightly down at her. Authority and confidence radiated from his being.
“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?” Alex murmured lowly in Brent's ear, looking innocent as ever.
Brent bit his lip, trying desperately not to make any noises to give her the satisfaction. “A- Alex..” He whispered. “Not here…” Though, the idea of being fucking in front of everyone only turned him on even more.