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A gift for the lovely @lipstickiller Forgive the poor quality I am not near a scanner !
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SCREAMS ABOUT YOU HONESTLY. what's not to love about you? your writing is absolutely gorgeous, and you capture each + every muse you write flawlessly. not to mention, you are SUCH a sweetheart ooc + you are so easy to talk to. tbh i just adore you, but im probs a little biased ♡
make mak feel good about herself
I’m so awkward at praise but fuuuuuck omg I love you so damn much, not just for complimenting little ole me but for just being a goddamn ray of sunshine
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@atticsister @lipstickiller
kit vc: im gonna protect both of you
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@lipstickiller liked for a starter from KIT WALKER
“Hey!” Kit called, walking through the kitchen and leaving behind the loaf of bread he’d been working on. “Leave her alone, jesus, go back to your station.” He usually minded his own business, but seeing someone bother the new patient bothered him - they’d done that to him, too, when he first got to Briarcliff. “You okay?” He asked the woman, sitting down across from her at the table.
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a follow up for @lipstickiller from this post
HESITANT IS SOMETHING that Max rarely hears himself described as. Reckless, yes. Hesitant, not a chance. Hedonism is his middle name, and he rarely denies himself what he wants. So a kiss, lingering between him and this f o x of a lady, is definitely something he’s ready to take. All he had needed was her approval, however coy.
Lips gently press against hers before deepening slightly-- kiss back or none, he’s a fly in her trap--his chin still tingling from an electric touch. He’s going to go back to the apartment lips smeared crimson and Lucy’s questioning glance following him, but he lets the thought melt for the moment.
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@lipstickiller
The shocked audience made their way out of the small tent reserved for Edward’s performances, and the Two-Faced Prince sat back down at his piano. The freak show would be closing soon- he was done for the night, but he began to play, not for anyone but himself. Because he enjoyed it. Because it soothed him.
A moment passed before he heard the canvas of the tent opening shift again. The music stopped as he turned to face the guest- a beautiful woman who he recognized as having just been in the audience. He stood to greet her. “Did you forget something, my lady?”
#(i hope this is okay friend)#lipstickiller#◆◇ muse // edward mordrake ◇◆#◆◇ threads // edward mordrake ◇◆
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“They had it coming.”
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“...I can’t let it happen again.” The victim didn’t fit the Code. No one’s going to lose any sleep over the piece of shit, but a domestic abuser isn’t necessarily a murderer. Snapping his neck was intoxicating--if too quick, but Dexter tries to push that aside. Harry would have advised him not to get involved.
And he would have been right. This is how one loses the control Dexter so desperately needs, lest he lose himself forever. He’s barely holding on as it is.
“I have rules. They need to be followed without exception.”
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❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞
CRIMSON PEAK
“ there IS “ She says, her serpent eyes GLITTERING with a WICKED sort of malice “ And I intend to USE IT to my advantage. “ Some think that in order to DESTROY someone, one needs to use BRUTE STRENGTH to do so. Yet, they did not realize that simple MANIPULATION could completely obliterate them. Vanessa could use physical force to bring someone down, but why go through the trouble? why get BLOOD on her dress when she could simply TWIST her words? She was a very BEAUTIFUL woman, after all: the world was practically SAT in her lap. “ How wonderful it will BE “ says she, her red lips turning up into a SMIRK “ to see him BEGGING at my feet for mercy “
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@lipstickiller -- INTRODUCTION!
Biting the end of his churro, he lifts the length of it and offers it to her ruby red lips. This is what valentines do, don’t they? Or is that share milkshakes? Oh, who knows. “HERE! You take the other end,” he says through his grit teeth, pinching down the pastry, “It’ll be real sweet, you know? We’ll be such a cute couple!”
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@lipstickiller -- LIKED.
“Oh, I believe whole-heartedly in your capability. Trust me, I do. But,” he hands her a martini takes his seat beside her on an ancient velvet stool, “You don’t have to worry about me. I won’t be in your hair.”
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�� B A N G ! B A N G ! my BABY s h o t me DOWN .
a christmas promo of our terrible ship for @lipstickiller .
#merry festivus to my wife & murderer#lipstickiller#if you don't follow lipstickiller#you aren't living not really
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“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
“Well, given how well you responded to me in the nighttime -- that must be the highest of compliments, pretty lady. I thank you. You look even better yourself.”
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#im cryin over this blogs existence already tbh#in this house we love & adore kit walker
catch me crying in the club
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@lipstickiller
“i wasn’t expecting visitors. what did i do to deserve this, huh?”
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💏 only if u want !
27. as a suggestion
the bass of the party thrummed through the speakers and vibrated through the ground. people shouted to be heard or simply resorted to yelling random things. everyone was intoxicated enough that it didn’t truly matter what they said anymore- it was all twisted into everyone’s own illusion of what was said and what was going on. close to no one at the party was free of the ‘stupid drunk’ title that had befallen almost every single college student.
but that didn’t matter. it was the end of the semester and everyone wanted to celebrate!
people were either drinking out of celebration or drinking to forget. there was that which was just amplified by all their youthful irresponsible ways.
happily bouncing along with the beat of the music, jer had practically made himself at home within some random group. there was maybe one or two people that he recognized but it didn’t matter! he was a bit too wasted to even care about any of that. not only that but he only half listened to anything that came out of anyone’s mouth.
( not that he could really hear anything, anyways. his poor sensitive hearing ).
“we should play seven minutes in heaven!” blue hues brightened while he couldn’t help but grin. an excited little bounce as he turned towards the closest person, tugging at their elbow. “hey, hey- wanna play?” there was no hesitance as he pushed forward to press their lips together, body pressed close to her, before he pulled away with a grin.
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@lipstickiller liked for a starter from LANA WINTERS
The newest patient at Briarcliff had easily caught Lana’s eye. She was beautiful, there was no doubting that - for a brief moment, she made Lana forget about her dear Wendy, which was what made her get up the nerve to approach the woman. She was afraid, but unsure of why. “You must be new here,” She said as she reached the woman - stupid, stupid introduction, it was obvious that she hadn’t been here long. “Uh - sucks that a girl that pretty could get thrown into a place like this, huh?
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