Crafted out of brass, this pistol pendant unfolds to reveal a small, hidden pocketknife blade. Measures 3” in length when unfolded, and 2” when folded. Hung on a 24” gold-plated chain. Sold on Etsy.
LET’S KILL TOGETHER. "For toxic lovers who bathe in the blood of their enemies and feed off their destructive love.” [listen]
1. Prelude 12/21 - AFI // 2. Stripped - Shiny Toy Guns // 3. Hurricane - MS MR // 4. R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys // 5. Dark In My Imagination - Of Verona // 6. Miss Jackson (feat. LOLO) - Panic! At the Disco // 7. We Must Be Killers - Mikky Ekko // 8. Breezeblocks - Alt-J // 9. Run- Daughter // 10. Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge // 11. Female Robbery - The Neighbourhood // 12. Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode // 13. Happy Together - Filter // 14. Together - The XX // 15. Burning Desire - Lana Del Rey // 16. Pretty When You Cry- VAST // 17. Wicked Game - James Vincent McMorrow
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"Aren’t you supposed to be burning up in the incinerator."
i never really liked
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you write it in frosting
on top of a cake
"Take It Away" by the Used
"Burn the sun, burn the light…"
1. Your character walking in on mine naked.
"Don’t throw her!"
The knife was instead skidded on the ground after Wheatley as the Reassembly Machine shoved him out of his workshop. “You can dress in the hall,” he hissed before shutting the door in a huff. The blue android rolled his eyes and awkwardly adjusted his glasses as his arms were full of his clothes. You allude anything bad about Her and he kicks you out after a droid transfer. Grumbling, he placed the clothes on the floor and had just begun pulling his boxers on when he noticed her around the corner of the hall. “Wh- who’re you?” he demanded, quickly pulling up the garment.
She raised an eyebrow - From the camera, to the blade. Lora had numerous questions, but decided to hold her tongue - In case this man isn’t what he turns out to be. She isn’t stupid, although she isn’t very smart, either.
His lip twitched and just for a moment - a flicker of a thought - he weighed on attacking her. Just for laughs. Though he settled on putting the blade back in the place closest to his metaphorical heart.
"Anything else you need or.."
The feeling of the blade at her throat gave her a sense of thrill as opposed to terror. One might call it a sudden wooziness due to adrenaline. Even whenever it pressed into her throat, the skin splitting almost too easily from the sawing against the smoothness of her skin and drawing out a light trail of blood. What a shame.. that might stain her nice white dress, she thought with eyes forced into a close. His comment wasn’t quite answered just yet so she could wait for the pain-which felt like a rather big paper cut along her trachea-to subside into a dull throbbing. Already her mind was whirring through the ways to get blood out of white clothes without leaving a stain. How inconvenient.
Caroline did manage to give a small huff accompanied by a half grin, eyes opening to once again lock onto his, pupils dilated from the rush that was her heart. “Eager to die? You’ve got it wrong.. Dying is only one more test, you see. It may be a test I will not be able to report the results on, but it is a test nonetheless.. The ultimate next step in a process. If you were hoping for fear, you’ve got the wrong girl.” A light, subtly pained laugh escaped closed lips and she lowered her head a little before rolling it back to cooperate with his gripping fingers, like clay being shaped.
The searing pain that burned through her shoulder had been highly unexpected. Even she, with her rather high pain tolerance, wasn’t able to stop the sharp inhale and the quickening of her breath in an attempt to suppress the cry that so desired to be released. Her attempt was successful with only the sound of a cut off groan and the biting of her lip into it too found it necessary to bleed. She didn’t say anything, but simply gave him her best serpentine smile that she could through the agony of the twisting blade.
"Mmm.." He hummed to answer her tremored breaths, leaving the blade in place for a moment to slide his fingers along the spine of the knife and press eager digits to the wound on either side of the weapon. "So resistant to show pain. Weakness,” he rose his hand up and rubbed blood between his fingers, immediately feeling it begin to crust along the edges in a sort of crimson film, “Is it pride? Because you don’t seem to be lacking in that department.” With a jolt, his hand found the handle once more, wiggling it a bit.
"Since you’re so into testing, maybe we could see how many times I can sink this knife into you before you pass out," his other hand squeezed her face, Wheatley arching over a bit to catch her ever-defiant gaze, "I’ll keep count." Shifting the blade around more, he slid it out harshly, reveling in the slick sound. Tantalizingly, he slid the tip of the weapon down from the wound and stopped just above her breast. "If you’re good, I’ll let you bleed out on the floor."
"Heh heh. You’re kinda grouchy, aren’t ya?"
"And nosy too. No wonder the Boss usually ends up hatin’ you to bits." And probably one of Her scouts. In the Boss’s defense, her trusty Adventure Core flew the coop in favor of getting a little fresh air without filling out the proper paperwork (if there was any). "But yeah, I might be doin’ some new tests for Her. Right now, I’m collectin some data even though She said I shoulda waited but you know how it goes. Adventure waits for no one!"
"The feeling is mutual."
"Right. Well, uh, don’t bring anyone else with you. It’s ill advised.”
Yes I am going to hide because you’re an android and I am human and you are faster and stronger in every way! John said to himself in his mind, finding the question rather stupid. He kept taking swallow quiet breaths, taking every action to make sure he didn’t make a single sound.
Problem still was, what to do now, keep hiding, or make another run for it? He knew androids were resettable by sticking a paper-clip in their back, but was this the same design. And how would he even manage that?! Cover him with one of the cloaks when he finds him? Then make a run? Tie him up with the cloaks? It seemed the best idea for now.
He kept his mouth shut for the moment, his steps only heard clearly because of the hanging silence around the room. The place was dead, like the rest of this chunk of the facility. It smelled like settled dust and old metal, and he found it almost comforting in a way, considering the time he’d spent in the trash heap. “Hmm.. How about a game, eh?” he tip toed to a nearby locker, knocking hard on the aluminum surface and wrenching it open, only to find it empty, “Hot and cold? I mean, heh, it’s more for me, since you obviously are going to be a spoil sport. I’ll know when I’m close when, say, you scream.
"Easy enough, right? Just scream for me." He began recklessly searching under desks and behind machinery, his back turned to a certain more obvious hiding place. However the android was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to be more observant.
Chibi gave a small giggle as he brushed the strands of hair out of her face. It always tickled when he did that, but she loved when he did. A bright smile lit up on her face, one that’s been missing for a long time.
Though the question caught her off guard a bit. It was true that there wasn’t much to do around his facility. SHE was watching…and from what the turret has heard, she wasn’t nice like her mother was.
"hmmmm…" She let her mind wonder for a moment before an idea came to her. She bit her bottom lip a bit and looked at Wheatley with hopeful eyes, "….Paint with me?"
He grinned then, his teeth bared in amusement and fondness. “Of course I’ll paint with you.” The android had done his own painting, but it was with the deep red liquid that poured from victims. He did it more, a long time ago, when She actually paid attention to him. It was out of spite and playfulness and obvious flirting on his end. Though he was sure this would give the activity new meaning. “Do you want to go back to mommy’s facility? That’s where your paints are, right?”