//I guess that’s it. I won’t be on until next next week.

See you then, folks.

sanityor-insanity:

I would say to 

             f i n i s h 

Him.                                But, I must say. N o. 

I am feeling   a w f u l l y  out of character

         Today. 

Evangeline thumps to the ground with a thud and a chuckle. She must mentally admit, she is very tempted to break this wrist. But alas, he said not to finish the boy off. A grin breaks across the little psycho’s face as the burgundy drop drips from her neck and slithers down her throat, twirling across her skin, dancing.  

twirling

twirling

twirling. 

“I really don’t believe in prayer. But if I must－”  Her gaze is fixed on the knife raised high above his and her face; a  smirk is practically glued to her features. Oh, she’s not giving up that easily, she still has her knife within her grasp. Fingers secretly curling around the blade, she adds. “I pray, that when this fetching young man here stabs me－I go straight down to Hell.” Classy. Evangeline digs the blade into his shoulder (missing his heart),

just as the last word escapes her lips. 

Dylan fell back as he felt the knife dig into the muscle. A stabbing, excruciating pain. But he felt pain everywhere now. It was almost spreading, like a “fuck you” to what he planned on doing to this “little” girl. He was paying the consequences now.

He gripped his bleeding shoulder with his hand as he turned to lie on his stomach and frantically looked up around the room. For something. Anything that could still save him. “Fuuuck!” He screamed, his voice hoarse. A cry because of the pain, and a cry for help, it sounded like. Even though they were in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night.

bluebeautymystique:

She opened her mouth in shock as she felt the pain of his slap on her cheek. The blood flowed steady down her face, and the small drip could be heard hitting the floor. “Or maybe you’re just a pussy, who doesn’t own up for anything.” She fought back with words, turning her head to face him once more, as she looked into his fiery eyes. She glanced down as he brought the blood across her face, to places it had not yet reached. Her eyes quickly darted from what he was doing, to his face, taking in what was happening as her head and libido throbbed. She wanted nothing more to spit in his face, to see her blood on his face and see how he liked it, but now that he was holding her lip in his hand, she couldn’t. She struggled with the ropes behind her back at the same time, trying to get loose from the trap, though he had had plenty of time to make sure her escape wouldn’t be easy. 

“Oh, I don’t need owning up to anything. But you, on the other hand, owe me something.” He chuckled lightly, that excited look still evident on his face. As he noticed her slightly shaking body, which meant she was somehow trying to escape, he clicked his tongue at her in disapproval. “Don’t even try.” He stood up and walked over behind her and tightened the rope. It was sure going to leave a mark on her wrists. Which would look good on her later on. He went back to his rolling chair in front of her and smiled. “Well, I just want to try something different this time…” His eyes lowered to her lips, and so slowly, he leaned in, still trying to gauge what her reaction would be if he kissed her.

strikeapose-duni:

Duni raised her eyebrows when he spoke about being a model. “That’s cool,“ She smiled and nodded her head. “Oh yeah, travelling is great. My family do it a lot so I’m never in one place when I have some terms off“ She chuckled, bobbing her head slightly as she spoke. Slowly inhaling, Duni sat up straight and then exhaled but was still sat up straight. Her hands placed back, palm down on the table. “I’m with Marilyn Modelling Agency. Originally, I just modelled clothes that other girls designed in our classes at the end of term shows but every so often scouts come along and pick up on designers and models. I got scouted for modelling. They have me down just as Duni because apparently have just one name down will make me more ‘interesting’“ Cocking an eyebrow, Duni shrugged and laughed.

Dylan’s never heard of the agency before. But she must be lucky enough to get gigs that were pretty big. The first agency Dylan had back when he was 14 was already a pretty big name. All thanks to the little help of his mother. He nodded his head as he listened to her, smiling. “Well I do think that’s pretty ‘unique’. Single names for when you become famous like Slash from Guns ‘n Roses, right? It’s interesting, yeah.”

insuranceinvestigatorbarbie:

Sara tilted her head slightly with her glass on her hand, studying Dylan. She let out an involuntary sigh when she felt his hand brushing her thigh, sliding up under her dress and her eyes dropped shut, just feeling the touch before she gasped when suddenly he ran his fingers over her folds. Quite surprised with his boldness she opened her eyes and stared into him who didn’t seemed to want to move from where he was and he didn’t seemed to have the intention of removing his hands from inside her panties. At his answer, she frowned a little, “What do you mean by… brutal?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing you can’t handle.” With that, he quickly lifted her up and set her down on the kitchen counter. He crashed his lips onto hers and started kissing her feverishly. He initially wanted her to be drunk first so he could have her way with her more easily, but here they were already. He thought she’d be up to anything. He snaked his hand around her back and the other up her breast, groping through her dress.

Dylan: God bless Sasha Grey.

Dylan: It’s been a good week. Just got into a new agency! Ford Models in Paris.

Dylan: How are you guys?

//I know I’ve been slacking on my replies lately. They’re shorter and everything. I’ve just been very distracted and busy and still probably will until next next week. So I apologize for the far shittier replies than before. I’m trying to get online more often, it’s just pretty hard right now.