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When a Man Hasn’t Been Kissed by Jeffrey McDaniels (via wellconstructedsentences)
BTSRP DUSTPUNK AU – You can’t write if you can’t relate Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite That’s chokin’ on the splinters.
**Note: I tried to fit as many characters in here as I could, if you don’t see your faceclaim its because they had no photoshoots/movies fitting enough for the AU. To compensate for this I used a lot of faceless screenshots and pictures.
Early Bioshock Concept Art
Always been one of my favorite games, and the art design is beyond what we almost ever see in a game. Might post some more Bioshock later depending on how I’m feeling.
“I’ll hold you by the throat, love, I’ll
sink my fingers into your neck while you sing like a siren.
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I’ll harmonize with you until
my mouth bleeds, until my voice is hoarse and
everything else is turned to dust.
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Darling, I’ll love you like I loved the sea, harsh and cold and forever.
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Hope that it will be enough.
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Dearest, I’ll hold you ‘til you cry out, I’ll
drag you into the depths with me,
ignoring that you cannot breathe.
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Beloved, I think you’d do the same to me.
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And if it weren’t for the tears on your cheeks,
I’d say you were a monster like me.”
"What Do You See, pup?"
What do I see? (open)
“… There’s a lean and hungry look in you, Mr. Kaden, desperate and vicious like a starved vulture without friends to kill for him. Just something, anything that will look back at you and rightly tremble will sate the appetite for only a moment, but even lengths you struggle to reach now are certainly not enough. You look out and you see life as a game, except you’re the only person in the world who knows how to play… And that makes you long for a competitor who knows the rules as well as you do.”
aesthetic: a good suit, a nice tie, and a sharp knife. (you should see how i look in a crown) blood runs rivulets down moon-pale skin, sticky under crocodile-skin loafers. split knuckles that tear at the gates, the splinter of rosy-red that gives way to pearl-sharp teeth. come in and stay awhile, we've come to bleed your kingdom dry.
[Begin Recording]
<Sound of a glass filling.> You know, I was thinking about Mr. Russel today. I was thinking about him quite a lot—more than I thought I cared to. …I’ve discovered that he’s a rather small, sweet, and easily manipulated little creature. It’s lovely, really. I think he could be a very fitting companion during those times that Arcadia is…
<A pause to drink.> …But the issue is the potential for others to try changing my pet according to their personal desires. Or perhaps they would harm him as a form of entertainment.
I love playing with that darling kitten, and he does love to play too—with more than just me. Which is fine, play with my pet to your heart’s content. …But never forget that he is MINE. I am the only one that will be marking that kitty. Should you damage him beyond repair…? My friends and I will find you. <A snicker.> We’ve been running low on ‘supplies’ anyway; you’d be doing us a favour now that I think about it.
<Faint sound of creaking chair movement, Owen’s voice much closer to the mic.> He is not Saturnine, but he IS protected.
[End Recording]
"Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?"
Ashford’s hands couldn’t be pressed deeper into the other’s wrists. The doctor was already a much larger man than Owen, but there was an aura of ferocity around him that appeared from the one against the wall as nothing short of larger than life. In the moment, he truly was a mongoose pinning the viper down, and of course cornered snakes always spit the most venom. Owen gazed longingly in those eyes that looked ready to swallow him whole.
He was beautiful.
Meanwhile the doctor felt a twist in his heart that anyone less deluded would know as a pang of guilt. Truth was crying out of that sentiment that he didn’t want to hear. And after all, what right did this demon have to denounce him now, when he’d spent so long pardoning the devils of his actions, enabling him? Ashford’s face contorted into a full-toothed snarl, bashing the other back against the metal walls to remind him that he was in no place to instigate.
“… You don’t need to, Mr. Kaden,” he growled, “You make yourself so plainly terrible that no one could be so foolish to stay close to you.”
The splicer seemed ready to spit fire… and then the embers of his rage flickered up into a wicked grin.
“Yet still you stay~” purred the other.
How beautiful indeed, thought them both.
Hephaestus~
Hephaestus: do you think disability can ruin a relationship?
“My answer should immediately be no, it shouldn’t have to, but given whom I’m speaking to… Are you asking me if an existing condition would turn me away, or am I to pardon my counterpart it if I am the one to be crippled in the process?”
“I’m curious to know your thoughts on both of those scenarios, if you please. Cutie.”
k.m.s. (via the-lonely-black-rose)
