♚ H Y P O C R I S Y.

waiffield replied to your post: as irony has it I will end up singing cuban pete…

best dare i’ve ever given someone after señor shizuo

{{Not exactly Ringmaster x Everyone :\ }}

He sat on his shabby throne from whence all things took place. The only sound today; aside from the dull frantic screaming of a new prisoner performer was the crinkly sound of a plastic wrapper being removed from some phallic confection.

Hands sqeezing gently around the twinkie a sharp tongue split chapped lips and lapped up the cream like it was some other kind of cream. He liked his twinkies hot; it made the cream taste better he claimed. After emptying the cream from the confection the empty cake shell remained and was consumed lazily.

Sticky fingers raising and making a spreading motion; the same motion in fact used to zoom while using a smart phone; caused a screen to appear in midair before him. Performing the same action a few times he zoomed in upon his perfect circus. 

It wasn’t obvious from the ground but the trailers were arranged in a specific fashion…an obscene fashion that if any of them realized would probably cause them to vomit depending on whether their trailer happened to be at the tip or at the base.

His fingers stuck together for a moment..the only treatment was a saliva bath. trailing his fingers in and out of his mouth obscenly; sucking and cleaning off every trace of the sticky confection from his fingers. 

His voice cracked and started into life; a sharp voice, almost like a recording starting to life. “Lets see what my poppets are up to today…” He trailed his finger in the air searching for who was out at this moment. “aaaah~ rise-chan and sho~ what are they up to? have they started to ffffuck yet?” he peered closer, leaning his crooked nose closer to the screen while his wet fingers zoomed closer on the pair. “oh such angst~”

A rolling chuckle poured from his throat as he flopped back in his chair; his pets were so tsundere; why couldn’t they all just fuck like he intended.