dreadranger

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ngl, having a hard time focusing on anything right now bc i'm. kinda in pain (big oof). i'm gonna reply to ims n stuff but beyond that?? i might just rest.

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@reversescale asked: 『 ”does it really have to be like this?” For his sineater au! 』 forty random questions. | accepting.

"Well, ain't that the question." He chuckles, but his usual smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. (Ah, but does it ever?) It's an inquiry he doesn't want to answer, a question he's practically refused to consider. Something that creeps along in dead of night, stalking along the edges of consciousness, hunting the hunter.

Does it really have to be like this?

For him, there is only one answer. Only one reply that would not compromise the ideals on which he has built himself, the broken code of honor that keeps him an honest man.

"It does." He's a little more quiet than usual, reserved even. All usual pretense dissolved. Steel fingers twitch, longing for the security that the cold weight of gun seems to bring. The question has him feeling more defensive than he would like.

"Yeah, it really does." He repeats, with greater conviction. But who is he trying to convince? To fool? Dan Heng? Himself? The world? The answer remains unknown. Virgil hardly knows what a Sineater is to begin with, remains ignorant to the burden thrust upon him, the threat he poses to all he would consider dear.

It must be like this. There is no other way. The only path he has ever known is forward. And if he leads him into the bloodied jaws of damnation? So be it. He is not an upright man, though he has always tried to be a good one. And if he fails at that? Well, he can worry about his judgment day when it comes. He has too much to lose to be chasing down virtue; a better man might. The thought is striking, like a spark in the gloom of dusk, bitter enough to be nearly sobering.

"There ain't any other way."

And perhaps, that itself, is its own damnation and deliverance.

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oof, did not mean to vanish for days. but i plan to be back after work today. i will try to get to what i owe, but no promises if i'll get everything done.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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Directory: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐬. (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧.) 

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞.

Name: Virgil Lawrence

Age: 38 

Height: 6’9” (205 cm)

Occupation: Mechanic 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐧.

Virgil had been adopted by Nick and Graey, living a rather ordinary childhood, his time growing up punctuated by his penchant for mischief. He grows into a fine enough man, not ever quite letting go of that tendency to both attract and cause trouble. 

Perhaps it is this tendency that leads him to one day finding a baby, seemingly abandoned, out in the cold. All attempts to locate a parent or guardian end up fruitless, but he's already grown attached and he is capable of taking care of her. Virgil cannot, in good conscience, leave the child to an uncertain future when he can provide one for her. So he swears to do the right thing, adopts her, raises her as his own. Following in the steps of his parents in a way more literal than he could have imagined. 

He raises her in the countryside, his parents helping him in the process, giving her a rather idyllic childhood. But she's bright and deserves the world. And he may not be able to give her the world, not as he is, not yet. So he leaves behind the picturesque countryside to pursue better opportunities in the city, not for himself, but for his daughter. Virgil still visits his parents regularly, always willing to lend them a hand, especially as they grow in age. 

He's able to land a job as a mechanic under a man by the name of Clyde, who has done more to help Virgil and his daughter settle into the city than either man would care to admit. Westwood Repair Shop is where he spends most of his time, working to make ends meet and lend his family a hand. Everything he does is for the sake of his family and ensuring they all live well. And he will do everything in that power to preserve that ordinary peace. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑 [𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄?] ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

❝ What you are doing is inhumane, no matter how you rationalise it! ❞

❝ If you do this, thousands will die. ❞

❝ I don't care about the cost, it's my justice. ❞

❝ You will soon learn how cavalier they are about the wastage of human life. ❞

❝ There's no easy way out of this, someone has to lose. Someone has to die. ❞

❝ Who is there left to sacrifice? There's no one! ❞

❝ Question if you will be able to look at yourself in the mirror once this is over. ❞

❝ What will be left after all this is done? ❞

❝ I will give up my life before I let them win. ❞

❝ You'll be dead before the end. ❞

❝ We need to put ourselves first, no one else will. ❞

❝ Your hands will be stained with blood by the end of the day. ❞

❝ Justice and death often go hand in hand. ❞

❝ Love doesn't come into this, this is war. ❞

❝ There will be more graves than people soon. ❞

❝ Perhaps you should have killed them before they tried to kill you. ❞

❝ Perhaps they should have killed you before you tried to kill them. ❞

❝ My family will be destroyed by the end of this, is that what you want? ❞

❝ How do you even look at someone knowing that they will be dead before the end of the day? ❞

❝ No one is better off now, all this has done is teach everyone the agony of grief.❞

❝ A ruler doesn't let their people die. ❞

❝ A ruler accepts that sometimes people will die. ❞

❝ Did you envision this, when this war began? ❞

❝ You have been fighting for years, are you sure you want to continue? ❞

❝ If you cross this line, there will be no choice but violence. ❞

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i. did not mean to disappear for that long. but hey. hello. i am returned! also did some more sineater lore stuff, so if you want a greater context for that verse, i have it up in the lore masterpost on my multi

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i'm. not gonna lie my health has been a little more Not Good than usual. but i did some general clean up n stuff (like cleaning out the tags again, more thoroughly this time, i just wanted to feel productive-) and. i'll try and be around more actively tomorrow, if all goes well.

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"What the fuck is a kilometer?"

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went ahead and cleaned up the tags, made a nice formal verses page & added the sineater verse to it... whew...

time to resume self-indulgent sineater verse shenanigans ehe

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i realize... sineater virgil verse is perhaps a bit too nebulous... but you can interpret it as a slightly alternate offshoot of the main verse... or something on its own entirely... either way... it's fun!! i'm having a good time!!

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「 ☼ starter for @reversescale ☼ 」| sineater boothill!!

The leads he has are few, but it's still something. He may have changed, but the way he operates is much the same. He will make the limited resources at his disposal work. The cowboy has done so in similar situations before; he can do it again.

Virgil has always been the one that lives to tell. 

But it's more than simply his life on the line. It's his entire reason for existence at stake. He could stand to mourn his parents. But his daughter? He will not mourn her until he himself is in the grave. He refuses. 

“Hey.” An unceremonious greeting. Making nice has never been a strong suit of his and there are more pressing matters at hand. With little more than his gun and a sliver of intel, it's his determined refusal of the worst that pushes him onward. “I reckon yer a smart fella. How would ya go about killin’ a god?”

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“Hey, now, partner, you can’t blame a man fer bein’ careful.” All the same, he removes his hand from his weapon; there's no need to incur ill will. And he's more than capable of violence without it. But there is no need for that, not yet, at least. 

Though, he does find it a bit amusing being referred to as sir. A rough and tumble scoundrel like him? Hah! It's amusing enough to have him grin in spite of everything. It's a term that is better suited for the person in front of him. Like one of those noble knights in the stories his daughter seems to like so much. 

“I don't mean no trouble.” His intentions, for now, are pure. Well, as pure as any intention could be coming from a man like himself. 

“I jus’ wanted to ask a simple question.” An inquiry that by its own merit is simple, but implies a tangled complexity beyond itself. A sort of thread that can never be unraveled, with an almost oppressive sort of weight despite the thin nature of such a thread.

“Have ya seen a little girl about this tall-” he gestures, indicating a height that would be a bit below his hip. “Brown hair, sweetest brown eyes you've ever seen, probably causin’ some kinda ruckus like her old man.” 

It's a long shot, he knows. It is nigh impossible for him to know if her little feet had ever touched this planet, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. Maybe he'll be lucky this time, though he doesn't hold out any hope for a positive outcome. 

“I'm lookin’ fer m’ daughter.”

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Boothill Sineater Verse Details.

He still has a mechanical body, although he does possess a fair number of his organic organs, most importantly, his heart, as that is where his Core is located. Although he did not choose to have an inorganic body, he chooses to accept it. He does not yet realize it, but the materials his body is made of is an important countermeasure to his new nature as a Sineater. 

Virgil knows that he is a Sineater, but has no idea what that means. The history, the consequences, the reality and horror of what he’s become remains an unknown. This will, unfortunately, have consequences down the line. Consequences that will likely prove catastrophic and dire.  

He has no idea what happened to his family or his daughter. He knows something happened, but he doesn’t remember the actual incident or what the result had been. All he knows is that whatever happened is bad and that he needs to find his daughter.  

As Sineaters can come to undergo Mutagenesis, Virgil happens to have obtained a mutation that emulates what his prosthetic eyes are capable of in his main verse.

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「 ☼ starter for @visvivae ☼ 」 | sineater boothill!!

“Yer lookin’ at me like you’ve got somethin’ to say.” He levels his gaze at the other. Virgil is aware he seems a little strange. Maybe more than just a little. He’s still not used to his own inhuman features. It doesn’t help that they’re easy to hide either. 

A hand instinctively rests on the holster of his gun. He’s always been one to be cautious. And he’s always been quick on the draw. Especially since he’s not truly certain what he is, what he’s become. The hell is a Sineater anyway? He knows he is one now, but not what it means. Maybe he should have listened to that person. 

“If yer thinkin’ I’m an enemy or of such ilk I ain’t no demon.” Even if he does resemble one. He’s simply searching, for the ones that matter to him, for the one responsible for his present state. He’s got one thing on his mind and one thing only. Where the hell is his daughter? 

“Ya seem like an upright fellow. Y’ mind if I ask you a question?”

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“Well, it’s a good thing I ain’t really interested in amassin’ goodwill.” He’s made his peace with the kind of person he is, what his ultimate goal entails. Perhaps he is a touch too eager for vengeance, but not all acts of justice are bloodless. Revenge is not quite conducive to the accumulation of benevolence. Virgil has little to live for, yet far more to perish for. Though he can’t deny that he appreciates Sunday’s willingness to play along. 

“All right, all right. Jus’ Sunday.” He concedes. As much as he’d like to continue to tease the Halovian, he shows some restraint. It is, in his own way, a sign of his respect towards the other. It’s all too easy to make up a silly nickname and use that faux closeness to keep others away. But they do have a bit of a history now, don’t they? The least he can do is use Sunday’s name, even if he won’t reveal his own.  

“Heh, all right. Jus’ a goodbye then.” Even if he isn’t sure that their paths would ever cross. It could very well be their final meeting. But he’s not heartless. He can entertain the sentimentality. 

As for his next destination, he could not name one in particular. He goes where The Hunt takes him. If not The Hunt, then his quest for justice leads him to where he must go. There is no rest for the wicked and vengeance is wretched work. His thirst for watching the IPC burn cannot be slaked. 

If it makes him a terrible man, so be it. He would rather be terrible and just over good and corrupt. If not him, who will serve as the hammer of justice for the iniquity that robbed him of his humanity, the injustice that buried his heart within the sands of his homeland.

“What’s it they say? It’s the journey, not the destination, right?” He tips his hat up, shark-like teeth glinting as he grins. It’s a more scrupulous way of saying he has no clue. “I ain’t got no leads as to which son of a bitch is gonna pay next, so maybe I’ll go lookin’ fer a nice place fer my grave.” 

He says it lightly, as if making a joke, but there is a modicum of truth in them. But who other than Virgil himself would know?