#longestconofall

[venusofrapturearchived]

[*slides my URL with a $10*]

* (  send me your URL and i’ll post 3-5 ICONS that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours. )

consistently: concerned? afraid?

[diemuttergans-blog]

actual footage of @longestconofall fucking up rapture

[realitv]

longestconofall replied to your post: hey uh no offense but i’d DIE for @diemuttergans

LET’S START A FANCLUB

WE’LL WEAR MATCHING LEATHER JACKETS THAT READ “I WOULD DIE FOR MISSA” 

[razensky]

❝  here, finish him off, you look better doing it, i like to watch.  ❞

SERIAL   KILLER   SENTENCE   PROMPTS. || Open

Victor smiled, twisted the given blade around to see the small glare in its side against the dim light above his head. It wasn’t in his nature to finish someone off after hours upon hours of mental draining. However, when he was with Frank, he found himself trying new things over and over again, the next day trying to hide the new guilty pleasures from his, less physical, state of being. 

“Of course.” Razensky whispered, voice failing to project as if he was afraid to alert the tortured soul that was already losing consciousness. His hand quivered slightly as the Russian couldn't decide which side of his face he shall slice open first. He approached, taking short but calculated breaths. His step was quiet as he approached, eyes running over the tied body over and over again, making the final judgment before the knife, so always clean thanks to Fontaine, brushed against the victim’s right side of his neck. It brushed so well, the skin parted, releasing a stream of thick scarlet blood that hit the tiles of the light floor beneath them. 

Victor’s lips parted in a smile, the kind of smile that concludes that he was truly a part of a crime now. It was like a silent contract with the Devil, but Victor wanted nothing to do with that wealing. He only wished to show Frank that the Russian was a wonderful choice of companionship. He only wished to impress him enough to gain that importance Victor always thrived to possess. 

“Now, for dessert.” Victor smiled, turning to blade to sharply stab the victim in the right eye…

[subjectwyk]

Happy Thanksgiving!

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@longestconofall

[aceinthehcle]

thank you all so much ☺️☺️

[fun-in-funeral]

💕 [For Sinclair because I'm too lazy to switch blogs. XD]

Send 💕 if you’d like to see the Muns opinion on a ship between our Muses!: Accepting

[What? Me ship them, no totally not, like what I am offended how dare*quickly hides like thirty posts that says I do* Those aren’t mine I’m just holding them for a friend really. No but like I ship them so hard and their interactions are super cute and like I am so here for this. So this is a big yes from me because like again if it wasn’t super obvious by now I am 100% for this ship, like call me ups with free shipping.]

[dionysus-director]

@longestconofall

“ Well if it isn’t Fontaine, 

       and here I was starting to believe you were a myth. 

           Or well...yet as they assume you to be- 

                       dead. 

 You really are a sight for sore eyes. 

        Nothing like how the pictures portray you. 

                       Entirely different...”

  Leaning forward in the firm chair he sat upon.

      Scoffing as he made his final remark, staring straight towards- 

               examining every fine detailing. 

      Grinning  a fairly devious grin.

                As if this unexpected visitation was absolutely amusing to him. 

[subjectwyk--archived]

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MY CHARACTER'S DRUNKEN OPINION OF YOURS

The bottle hit the wall, smashing into a rain of splintered glass followed by a burst of blue-hot fire. 

“That... fuckin’ fucker fuck!” Jack screamed, another bottle hitting the wall. “I hope he’s fuckin’njoying being DEAD!” The stuffed bear at the top of the stairs caught fire. “I HATE him! I hate him I hate ‘im I hate hate hate... HATE him. ... A lot. A whole a whole butch’a’lot. The most. The... very m-most. Of... of ALL of... the everybody! All of um. The most......”

The young man rubbed his eyes a moment. 

“I.. I’d trusted him. I trusted... Atlas. An’... And Frank... KILLED ‘im. By.. by being the most worst. Ever.”

[fxlsebrother-blog]

@longestconofall replied to your post: I’m the prettier version of Fontaine. With more...

EXCUSE YOU. I’M BEAUTIFUL.

“Where?” 

[venusofrapturearchived]

[me? :3 (I haven't exactly been around and you totally don't have to!!) ]

SEND ME A URL AND I’LL RECORD MY VOICE SAYING THE URL ALONG WITH WHAT I THINK OF THEM / ACCEPTING

Can you tell how tired I am? Because I can.

[diemuttergans-blog]

"They all want you, but they don't even know you."

"...and you?"

Brigid's voice was softer than she expected; perhaps in part due to the smoke on her tongue, perhaps from her years of being silenced. A near-empty glass of brandy was in her hand, soon set aside beside the bottle on Fontaine's coffee table. IT WAS TRUE, she supposed. Better, for no one in Rapture to know who she was, truly, underneath all of her airs. Let them want her, let them fall at her feet. The sunken city cared only for masks, and she could get further with one than without.

BUT FONTAINE-- so serious despite the alcohol in his system, watching her so intensely. Of anyone in Rapture, she suspected that he saw through her. That dangerous, knowing gleam in his eye that proclaimed I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

"...Do you know me? Or... do you want me?"

a swift kick to the feelings // accepting

[ears-off]

💋 [and one for Andrei. ^^]

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

@greatchainofrapture

[razensky]

💕 [*troll* XD]

Send 💕 if you’d like to see the Muns opinion on a ship between our Muses! || Accepting

Oh I don’t know. Fontaine seems hella sketchy. (especially when he takes it from behind). 

In all honesty, I like that ship. It’s really toxic and it might not seem like it to some people, but that’s exactly what makes it great. I mean hell, those two fell in a dark love for each other but they are not afraid to make sacrifices or hurt each other. It’s great, 10/10.

[subjectwyk]

@longestconofall  answered from HERE:

Frank raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to light a cigarette and bring it to his lips, his eyes never leaving Jack’s.  He exhaled a cloud of smoke, and the ever-present smirk was back on his face.

“Kid, I don’t underestimate anyone.  But it’s in your best interest not to underestimate me.”

Jack wasn’t going to be dumb enough to underestimate Frank stupid fucking Fontaine. But he was certain that the man was going to underestimate HIM. Than again, with the whole fiasco this not-so-accidental trip to Rapture had been... it was hard to blame the conman. Frank SAID he didn’t underestimate anyone. Jack Wyn--- Ryan. Jack Ryan just wasn’t certain that was true.

He took a drag from the bottle he’d found. Trying to not avoid the other man’s gaze much as he wanted to avert his eyes.

“There isn’t much more you can do, Fontaine.” The name nearly a hiss from his lips. “You’re not really a threat. Send all the splicers you want once we part ways. I’m pretty sure you know how easily I’ll get rid of them again.” Murderer. That’s what Jack was. In so many ways now. He wanted to blame Frank. But was it really the man’s fault? A man chooses....

[fun-in-funeral]

@longestconofall​ Continued from: Here

13. Do you have the keys for the handcuffs?

He wasn’t certain how he’d ended up in this position or even fully what had happened, but he glanced over at the blonde, only one question on his mind.  "Do you…..have the keys for the handcuffs?“

Alesea bit her lip, because like she really didn’t want to answer that question with the truth, because well, she didn’t think he’d want to hear the truthful answer to that question. However it wasn’t like she could lie, because well that would not make the situation any better. Handcuffs didn’t magically opened because you pretended you had the key, that would make them rather useless for their intended purpose wouldn’t it? Of course she should probably at least answer in some way, because it had been at least a few seconds. Though her silence could have probably answered the question anyway, she felt she needed to at least vocalize it.

“I umm...well the truth is...uh...no, not exactly, and by exactly I mean that it’s a negative on me having the keys.”