( UNDER CONSTRUCTION. )

haven’t been here in months so i’m gonna test the waters by slowly dumping out some of the OCs i put together in the past few months-- 

Happy Munday I'm Biker from Hotline Miami xoxo Sorry my hiatus has been rather quieter than anticipated -- I've been absurdly busy. However, after tomorrow, I will be back here full time!! I've missed this blog, and my threads here, so much, and I'm so eager to be back!

happy munday it’s midterms week so i’m barely alive/barely gonna be here (’: sorry friends! replies coming after wednesday!

     metal stretches forward as an extension of the self, as fluid and smooth as any muscle. it’s one of his favorite spots, affording him a prime look at the expansive grounds of the Institute. more often than not, there are a dozen mutant children running and screaming, but that has never bothered him; they provoke a smile, heart at ease to see such innocence.       innocence. it’s something their kind is so rarely privy to. he knows that all too well, through personal experience-- and though he is ignorant to details, he has that feeling deep in his bones that she knows that same pain. ever the prepossessing father, he feels responsible for her, responsible for distracting her from those scars.       fingers dig into the grass, reveling in the softness as he looks over to her, flashing a brief, crooked smile.            “  it’s been a long day. long decade, pah! but good. every day brighter than the next.  “ 

     RAUCOUS, trembling laughter reverberates through the space between them, bouncing and reflecting from so many surfaces that there is no escape. not from his cringing laughter, and not from his probing tentacles, which follow suit behind soundwaves, caressing, squelching with unwanted contact.       SLENDER tentacles wrap around firm biceps, squeezing gently - not to hurt, but testing, curious as to the strength in such muscles. like a teenager, in awe of anyone bigger and stronger than he is, he bares jagged teeth in a perverted version of a smile, everything about it innately wrong.             «  ᴡᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʟɪʟ sssɪᴅᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ !! ɪғ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ-- ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsssᴄʟᴇ !!  »

          “  i mean-- i assume it’ll all be quite expensive, but money isn’t much of a question, don’t worry.  “       he’s leaned almost double, eyes narrowed as he scrutinizes each stitch and fold, fingers stroking the detailing. orgasmic. it’s gorgeous, and he can’t hide the desire and awe that overtakes his features. a dazzling smile is turned upon sherlock, and he reaches forth, hand warm on his elbow.            “  a masterpiece has no pricetag, after all, hmm? you’re a wonder at what you do. but i’m sure you’ve heard that before.  “ 

     heels are second-nature, now. you’d never guess he wears cleats as often as anything else, with the delicacy of his footwork. strong jaw stays even, and he is conscious in his effort to keep his shoulders straight, spine tall. that he has this opportunity is through the grace of god, and thomas doesn’t intend on wasting it.       clad in nothing more than his underwear and heels, he truly feels the eye of scrutiny, feels it drag across long legs and pale stomach. not quite to the level of professionalism he should have, he turns to look holmes in the eye, nostrils flaring in quiet anticipation.            “  -- i can walk it once more, if you like.  “       he doesn’t realize his mistake in addressing them until he’s humiliated with the scandalized gasps to his left and right, and his cheeks flush, but he stands his ground. never back down. 

     space itself seems to tremble and shudder, bending around some immense mass buried within the being’s chest. a deep shudder, geometry and light bending, and then it resonates back to normalcy. yahoel breathes and exhales reality itself, without a care for the life systems it interrupts.       what could potentially be described as a head turns and shifts, yet seems to maintain the same profile, same shape. mangled wings flutter, betrayingly gentle and delicate as compared to the hulking figure.             «  ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ; ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ?  »