darkhosted-blog

[darkhosted-blog]

@mircxlla​ -- ;

   once upon a midnight dreary . a forlorn line from some crack poem he’d barely remembered in his youth . something he and jenny had found in a book of poetry they’d read in their orphanage’s scarce library . jackie drew back from the sudden remembrance , gold eyes back to reality beneath the sidewalk illuminated at odd intervals , several gratefully broken in lieu of the darkness that manifested , a constellation of animated gold eyes appearing in profusion behind him . jackie couldn’t help but slow as his head raised , footfalls descending to silence before the staccato stopped altogether . but by the feminine silhouette in the near distance , estacado couldn’t help but smile to himself . 

  ‘ can’t say i’m really complaining about seeing a woman like yourself out tonight . you alone , though ? kinda rough neighborhood for a lady . ‘

[darkhosted-blog]

like this for a starter~

[darkhosted-blog]

Movement’s cease at the creaking of another’s foot steps. The old floors moaning as the stranger made way. They were yet to be in his sights, but a feeling sunk and embedded itself over the hunter. Given the circumstances, it could have very well been his subject. So deemed to be taken back to the Vatican City. Helsing did no raise his weapon, for he was to try and make peace first. Then things were deemed to get messy. Rarely ever did Gabriel manage to convince his target to go about things calmly. Ending up with a corpse for the Vatican instead. Fearlessly, the hunter stepped out from where stood, but he’s met with something he had never seen before.

That wasn’t what he was here for. Not at all.

   when you were alone , it was easy to let the darkness preside . the hitman hardly shied from exposing it in the utter dark . eyes bloomed from it , pairs of jagged maws     breathing hotly alongside the italin , kine in appearance to eels composed of a feral size that would be eager to consume . their faint snarls laced the air and     jackie smirked , their prey likely unsuspecting . writhing and snaking from disembodied sources , the darklings summoned swiveled their hellion gold gazes      in uncanny unison , honing upon a heartbeat . jackie’s eyes narrowed , but that hardly stopped the feral grin that laced across his features . like moray eels did they      speed through the pitch , careening towards the stranger with open jaws .

             the darkness oft hungered for hearts . why deny them now ?

[darkhosted-blog]

  “Your concern is unnecessary. Should I need extraneous advice, I’ll give you call.”

   ‘ look , lady -- i ain’t the type to nag , but the russians -- they don’t take kindly to    people wanderin’ ‘round their turf .  one wrong step and that pretty face of     yours’ll be all over the pavement . ‘

[darkhosted-blog]

@vanquisheviil​ -- ;

    it felt driven to perpetuation , that his mark would find him so soon . rarely were they ever sought , as each bearer of the darkness seemed a magnet and       creator of supernatural hotbeds . coals that would be trekked and walked , unused to feet that could travail them without repercussion . except the coming      of light . from a pith did effulgent crimson eyes meet his own solid gold , encased in armor akin to an exoskeleton that was worn as defense and      weapon . floorboards creaked weightily beneath his coming , the rip and  coil of anticipation plunging through and wanting to unleash devastation .       jackie was sprung and waiting to attack , minions of his own make   peering from their own abyssal portals and a chorus of chittering that       seemed to do little as a mode of intimidation . that wasn’t needed .

                he’d take this one on the old-fashioned way . like a real man did .

[darkhosted-blog]

His heart has been lost and already prepared for dust.          Say something pretty about it. I dare you.

Ada Limón, from “The New World of Beauty,” Sharks in the River (via lifeinpoetry)

[darkhosted-blog]

    ‘ ... you know , usually it ain’t always a good idea for a lovely woman like yourself to be walkin’ these streets alone at night . ‘

[darkhosted-blog]

@abysstained​ -- ;

   a violent hiss shuddered from the angelus scantily clad and lethal , weaponized light seething from her being before the wiles of darkness would surmount . tenebrous appendages writhed and clamored through the hollows of flesh and elicited fierce shrieking , the harpy gasping before being asphyxiated and skin flayed from the numbness of flesh and bone -- still so agonizingly mortal in a way or another . blood spattered the armor donned of darkness , skeletal remains and entrails eviscerated whilst muzzles and eyes manifested in the lee of his shadow , predatory keen honing whilst their feast would begin . the carnage would be quelled and rid of , the corpse steaming in the cold aftermath of the night . 

  jackie honed upon a distant clangor , masked face inscrutable whilst defensive intrigue greeted him at the sight of the being far taller than he , seeped in darkness but visually reminiscent of an angelus . 

  ‘ ... the hell are you supposed to be ? ‘

[darkhosted-blog]

@osaelligr​ -- ;

   ‘ oi , jackie -- get a load of tha’ bloke over there ! ‘

  jackie quirked a brow in the direction the darkling so frankly pointed , seeming unimpressed . unless curly black hair that was as long as his own was somehow impressive , the hitman didn’t see anything worth noting . being finely suited was perhaps an earmarker , but another wealthy idiot in a neighborhood that would rob him blind the second he rounded a corner . the italian leaned back in the stoop shaded by a generous tree shielding them from the glare of a streetlight , the gremlin grinning wickedly with void , luminescent eyes . jackie’s amber own disengaged from their brief exchange .

  ‘ you want a quick score ? go ahead , but don’t come runnin’ to me if you fuck it up . ‘

[darkhosted-blog]

@dushavor​ -- ;

   a grimness spanned the manhatten skyline , boxing in the light pollution that seeped with dull reflection on low-hung , diffusing mists with a duller metallic tang that bit the air in his lungs . jackie estacado’s mind thrilled with the darkness , voices that pedaled jubilant and chaotic arrays alike in its fabric and tapestry . but none of it could afford to occlude his sight on the target . camped in a rickety , abandoned station of apartments , the hit in hitman was to be made . uncle frankie wanted a score on the mafia , he surveyed from the swallowing blackness that betrayed no silhouette . maybe it’s why he could perch in the window frame devoid of glass , fiercely watching the street below . 

  it was only a matter of time . 

[darkhosted-blog]

like this for a starter~

[darkhosted-blog]

                        you’re not the hero…

                                           you’re the monster.

             (ind. jackie estacado. written by the fbi.]

[darkhosted-blog]

[darkhosted-blog]

I remember the night of my 21st birthday… That was the first time I died.

Art by Nebezial

[darkhosted-blog]

[darkhosted-blog]

You want it? Come and get it.