He Cupped A Hand Around The Side Of His Head. "What's That Moxx? You Want Met To Turn It Up?"

Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

Starter Call

name ur muse and who you want and I'll write a starter for us. these will range from 1 sentence to several paragraphs depending on my muse and how many braincells I have left over from work.

capping at 5 for now

I want to help you- Let me help you. Please?

Alastor sat up in bed, pulling the covers away to look down at Nifty nibbling on his arm lightly, a bemused smile on his face.

"Nifty, darling, what are you doing?" he asked, otherwise seemingly unperturbed by her behavior.

@helluvahotpot

Niffty sneaks into Alastors room, climbing up onto his bed, and within moments, she is next to him and her mouth on his arm, and she nibbled slightly at his skin.

got my pinned post officially up! tomorrow i shall work on moving my drafts and inbox asks from my other blog to here~

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Starter Call

name ur muse and who you want and I'll write a starter for us. these will range from 1 sentence to several paragraphs depending on my muse and how many braincells I have left over from work.

capping at 5 for now

stuck at work but if anyone wants to plot my ims are open 👀

@hazbintales said: Vox took Valentino by the jacket. "Val!" He nearly yelled to try and get the other's attention from going on and on about something Vox didn't care about. Then he leaned down and bit into the other's shoulder to get his attention fully. He pulled back with an unamused look. "You're not going to go after any whores."

Angel Dust.

It always came down to Angel Dust. The very thought of the whore slipping through his grasp drove him to the brink of insanity. To the point where he could hear nothing else but his own thoughts racing through his hair.

Angel Dust- That whore- Angel Dust- That fucking slut- Angel Dust Angel DustAngelDustAngel-

He was aware of Vox trying to talk to him, trying to get his attention but it isn't until the sharp staticy pain bloomed in his shoulder that he was able to snap out of his own anger induced stupor.

"Oh-" his already tense body that had only tensed up further at the sudden pain finally relaxed and he focused on the flat screen of Vox's face.

"What whores?" he asked, draping his arms over Vox's shoulders as he leans forward onto him, a lazy grin sliding across his face. "You're the only one for me, Voxy baby," he purrs, sliding one finger along his shoulder and down his chest to tug on his tie sharply.