#tiimewarped

[stagborne]

@tiimewarped was small and uncomplicated: dangerous, but fundamentally simple. He lacked gravitas and confusion; his amorality was wholly unsophisticated. Will had no qualms about ruining his night; his own taste, though not as sadistic, enjoyed the glint in Mason’s eye when he learned who Will was accompanying, even down to the petty clash of clothes.

Will was mostly just along for whatever happened. He could only push Mason so many times before Mason would react. And when he did, it would likely be wild and cruel. Until then, Will enjoyed the costly whiskey.

He shrugs the other’s arm from around him, eyes darting over, his lips pressed in a way that suggests Will’s actual feelings towards the other. Quiet resentment, as Mason made it easy. “I have no idea what you mean by disrespect. You’re going to have to be a little more specific.” And he smiles faintly, “If anything, I am enjoying myself. Your little Christmas party is great. Amazing wine, good music — and oh, your suit. Margot did say your taste was unorthodox, but I do not think she gave you enough credit. White suits you. You look like a child at their first christening.” / continued.

[freksh0w]

closed for @tiimewarped.

It was all a means to an end. Where he was interested, Mason was a steady and promised paycheck. It made all the more agonizing qualities slightly more palatable. Imagine how thoroughly undignified it was to be contractually bound to someone he could simply squash if he wanted to. However, the indulgences he so much enjoyed came hand in hand with the dirty work. "Watch your finger," he says, exhaling slowly as if admonishing a child. "You wouldn't want to lose it."

[il-mostrc]

"I bet you thought you had seen the last of me." There was the slightest, near-unnoticeable tremor in his voice, but it was hidden beneath layers of vitriol. "You trying to kill me was not unexpected, Hannibal, but getting Margot and Alana to do the dirty work for you..."

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"You're lucky I'm not a squealer."

( Mason @tiimewarped ! )

There is a smile, always one when Mason tends to speak. Nothing ever crawls under his skin, even if Mason always proves to be the parasite worm that he was to the world. “Believe me Mason,” Hannibal replies, "they were all too eager. In fact, I daresay they would have managed splendidly without my involvement." Mason posed no threat to him. "Pity you weren't able to cook my penis, however, as you so colorfully lamented. I'm sure it would have been..." he pauses for a moment, "...succulent. Cooked to perfection."

The irony of Mason using the word 'squealer' isn't lost on him. Not when Mason's face has been carved and reconstructed to resemble a pig's snout.

Piggish tendencies, as they say, do shape a person.

[gcverncr]

@tiimewarped gets a starter for DRAYTON!

. Texas. His impression is mainly that it isn’t too different from home. Cow shit smells like cow shit no matter where you’re at, he supposes. At least the humidity isn’t as bad. The eldest Blake boy smokes a cigarette leaned up against his car, watching moths lazily dogfight in and out of the lamp outside the Last Chance gas station. It’s not quite dark yet, but getting there quick.

. His kid brother had been thrilled during their phone call out of the motel in Newt. Philip was fascinated by all things western, Texas especially, and despite his bluster, he could hear the excitement that crept into Phil's questioning. Brian had certainly furnished and embellished a bit upon the truth.  

. He flicks his cigarette and crushes it under a bootheel. 

. The Last Chance advertises gas, ice, beer, and barbecue. He doesn’t need gas, but a cold beer and a pork sandwich sounds great right about now.

. Brian crosses the narrow road and opens the door, announcing himself with a twangy: “--Anybody here?”

[monstresvictimsxvengeance]

❛ when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ❜ - Mason to Margot, either while he was in Margot's care after the first accident or after surviving the drowning attempt (your choice!) @tiimewarped

Inbox prompt lost to the sands of time.

The blonde woman just looks up. Margot does not want to draw breath in his presence; he slithers about like a snake. Mason should be stomped on by one of her riding boots or some such thing. Undoubtedly, he hangs like a noose around her neck. A noose, however, cannot speak or parry. Margot Verger is forthcoming, when such a thing is realistic. This is not one of those possibilities. Instead, softly she answers, "I would not call it a c.rusade, per se," I do not require a knight.

"As for ridiculous," a sigh and an unspoken it is you who is discourteous.

Then, the blonde woman, not daring to raise her voice at all, but stating with an air of impartiality and plainness, "Gratitude is rather short-lived. Wouldn't you agree, brother?"

[lonelyoutcasts-rp]

"I'm supposed to give my speech in ten minutes. You'd better have a good fix for this!" - Mason, whose white suit has been ruineeddd @tiimewarped

Lorraine’s eyes widened almost immediately. It all happened so fast on top of the fact she was drunk. It was easier that way to be amongst her family and their associates. However, in despite that she kept it together. Most of the time except this time.

“Shit. I apologize sir…here there are some extra suits just like yours…I saw a closet with lost and found items and one of them is a suit I believe..” she stuttered out her speech slurred, but she did have clarity. Thankfully.

“A nice one too…” she added as she gestured in the direction. The last thing she wanted to do was to piss off an associate of her family. She would never hear the end of it.

[popularmxnster]

@tiimewarped said: 📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?

1) My favorite is that Billy is a big time gardener. Skeet is and I have a lot of photos of him doing things in the garden so it's now a thing for billy. It makes me giggle but also my other favorite is that Billy can't read and is severely dyslexic. Matthew said in a interview once that billy couldn't read and I ran with it.

2) THAT HE DIED but like also I ignore the whole Christina Carpenter and Samantha Carpenter thing. If I'm not writing with a muse from the later screams, I ignore everything but the first movie lmao. So he doesn't have a daughter in main verses!

[vyrulent]

continued || @tiimewarped

No one but Harper knew the true parentage of her child. For respect for him, she will keep it a secret. It's the other reason that she had been shipped off to Texas rather than allowed to stay home and raise her child as an unwed mother.

"I'm Harper-Lee, but people just call me Harper," she introduced with her hand taking his considerably limp hand -- something she played off and pretended to take no notice of. That wasn't the kind of handshake she was accustomed to when it came from a man where she grew up and suspected it wasn't the norm here in Texas, either. "It's nice to finally meet a neighbor, Mr. Sawyer."

At the sight of the Tupperware, she threw him a grateful smile. She had grown up with people like this back home in North Carolina -- there was always a welcome wagon of sorts.

"I just went out this morning," Harper opened the door wider and allowed him entrance. "There's more than I can eat, even with eating for two."

She moved into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and removed a carton of eggs.

"You can take this carton. My uncle keeps a stash of 'em all over in the barn," the petite blonde told him. "They'll just be replaced again tomorrow." A pause. "So you work at the gas station? They hiring anyone? I've been thinking about putting in some places -- but it's kind of hard being in my condition. You know how people are with unwed mothers."