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𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖:

she was walking home from work, slightly drunk, slightly stumbling, very cold. outside of her work outfit ( which wasn’t really an outfit, per say, more like lingerie with heels ), the only thing keeping her warm was a flimsy coat without buttons. but she didn’t seem bothered, didn’t seem to care in the slightest. aj, like she was nine rather than nineteen, just balanced on the side of the pavement, bottle of vodka in hand, not a care in the world ( except, maybe, that whole girl-about-her-age-getting-murdered-thing was playing in the back of her mind ). so, when she turned a corner and was faced with the presence of another person - at this time of night -, she only had one thought on her mind, and of course she just muttered it out loud: “���oh well, go ahead and stab me then. or are we going back to your evil lair first ??”

after one of his night classes, deacon had a late dinner, spent about two hours there after he’d eaten, and though he was so tired he could just fall asleep right there, he missed his own bed. his eyes were half-lidded, and he was only half paying attention as he walked down the sidewalk. he almost didn’t see her, the figure turning the corner, but stopped himself before he could bump into her. he blinked harshly a few times to clear his vision, and frowned at the girl before him. he sighed, exasperated, and wiped a hand over his face. ❝ you have got to be kidding me, ❞ he murmured, and shook his head at the girl. ❝ god, you’re hammered, and what the hell are you—? ❞ he stopped himself mid-question with another aggravated sigh, and walked to be beside his sister, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulder. ❝ c’mon, i’m walking you home. ❞ he was irritated and disappointed no doubt, but his voice softened, and he looked down at his sister with a sad expression.

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𝕫𝕖𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

❛ just like everybody else, it seems. ❜ ezekiel sighed. ❛ did this girl have no friends at all ? i mean, i tried speaking with her family but they weren’t very forthcoming … and i can’t find a single good friend of hers. ❜ the blond shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee. ❛ this one ❜ he waved the picture he had first shown him. ❛ i got from her college dorm room. the dead ones from the police precinct. ❜  more like stole them from the precinct, of course, but ezekiel wasn’t the type of man to hang around the details of his own actions— details of everything else, yes, he’d examine those with a passion. looking too deeply into himself, however, was never a road he was willing to travel on. ❛ yeah i am, i mean, aren’t you curious ? most people i talk to just want to shove this under the rug and move on … but i feel like hiding who we are is what got everyone into this bloody mess in the first place. ❜ 

❝ well, some people could be lying. after something like this happens, in a town like this, everyone gets quieter. ❞ that’s what it seemed like, to him, anyway. if his sister had been the one murdered, he would have definitely been louder and a lot more forthcoming, but that was just him; his personality, how he would cope, and everyone coped in different ways. he nodded his head at the other man’s answer to where he’d gotten the pictures. he would have done the same if he wasn’t so good at repressing his morbid curiosity. a twitch of a smile, and a breathy chuckle at zeke’s question, deacon leaned back and down at the coffee in his hands. ❝ i’m very curious, actually, but ... i dunno. i agree with you wholeheartedly, though. if my sister would have been the one murdered, you bet your ass i wouldn’t let anyone just shove it under the rug. ❞

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hey guys !! it’s time for me to hit the hay bc i start class tomorrow ( boooo ), but i’ll definitely be on after class ( i’ll get home around 11 am cst ). i’ll reply to any messages i’ve missed, and anyone who hasn’t yet, feel free to hmu with plots n whatnot !! <3

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I was never a reckless kid.

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𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕓 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟:

     he could feel the headache rising. everyone thought it was okay to talk to him today. well not everyone- but it felt like it. murder this- murder that. people asking how he’s doing, asking about his sister and her son. it was exhausting. all he wanted was the blackest coffee available and maybe sneak some whiskey into it. he rubs his temples, sighs and stiffens when he sees someone in his peripheral vision. ❝ unless you’re about to hand me painkillers or a mute button- i don’t care. ❞ 

❝ sorry, man, i very unfortunately have neither. ❞ he gave caleb a tight-lipped, sympathetic smile as he slid into the seat in front of him. ❝ i felt awkward sitting alone, but i promise i’m not too much of a bother. i know how annoying everyone can be, ❞ at times like these, when such a horrible event happens and the perpetrator’s still on the loose. ❝ actually, i might have something, ❞ he paused, digging into his jean’s pockets, then digging into his jacket’s, and made a quiet noise of triumph when he pulled out a little plastic wrapper containing ibuprofen. ❝ i get a lot of headaches, ❞ he stated simply with a small chuckle, smiling warmly at the other as he held the packet out for him — working late on assignments, his novel, and at his part-time job would be responsible for his many headaches and his random packets of painkillers.

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𝕫𝕖𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

zeke is sitting in the coffee shop, files and pictures sprawled on the table in front of him; most of those illegally obtained, of course, but it wasn’t as if people were paying attention to what their local deadbeat dealer was doing with his free time. ezekiel tucked the most gruesome images away, offering a soft smile before looking to the person closest to him, ❛ did you know her ? ❜ he asked, raising a picture of the girl so the other person could see— anne marie, the first victim. it was probably the only picture ezekiel had of her alive. ❛ anne ? i haven’t met anyone that was super close to her yet.  ❜ 

coffee was a god-send after working on his latest assignment until 2 in the morning, and then getting caught up in his novel for another hour and a half. he was exhausted, but not doing anything all day would only make him feel worse. relaxing in the nearby coffee shop wasn’t something he did often, but he hadn’t anything else to do. dj perked up at the sound of a questioning voice, and turned to give zeke a warm smile. 

“ nah, i didn’t know her, ” he answered immediately, sighing quietly at the image. of course, he knew who she was, but he didn’t know her personally; she was a stranger who perked his curiosity a bit too much, was all. he smirked and tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “ where’d you even get those ? the pictures ? i sense a little illegal activity. ” he chuckled lightly and turned his whole body so he could lean forward with his elbows on his knees, drink in hand, his smile turning into a more serious but curious expression. “ you’re really diggin’ into this, huh ? ”

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Liberal Arts (2012) dir. Josh Radnor

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heyo, my dudes !! i’m leo, i use he/him pronouns and i am super awkward and kinda new to the tumblr rping game, but i’m super excited to bring ya’ll my sweet shrek dumpling, deacon !! i’d love to plot with any of ya’ll, so don’t be afraid to hmu with any plots you have in mind or if you want to do one of my wcs ( which will be at the end of this post ) !!

⋆ ◦ ° ⟡ ⌈ dacre montgomery ⌋ — have you met deacon “dj” justice? they are a twenty-three year old trans man that goes by he/him. known as the fearless, this gay gemini is currently a creative writing major, and they can be loving + laid-back, as well as reckless + abrasive. ocean eyes. sitting on rooftops, feet dangling over the edge. warm smiles.

* 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ( tw: death mention. )

deacon was born to enid and william justice in sydney, australia, where he was also raised until he was legally allowed to move out. his family had never been rich, but they were upper middle class, and most of them had a sense of entitlement that they never grew out of. when he came out to his parents when he was seventeen, after years of trying to bottle everything up, his mother wasn’t exactly the most accepting and supportive, but she was more-so than his father. deacon came out to his little sister, alize, first, who was thirteen at the time, and she was a lot more understanding than their parents — that’s why it hurt so much to leave her behind with them when he turned eighteen.

a year after deacon moved out to agnes water, he got a call that made his heart drop. his parents had died in a car accident, before the ambulance could even get to them. not too long after, his sister was placed under his guardianship. his protectiveness over her grew, and he became not just her big brother, but her parent, as well.

he’s currently in his fourth year of college as a creative writing major, and is currently ( secretly ) working on his first fiction novel, which he hopes to turn into a series. writing has always been deacon’s main outlet and source of solace, and helped him through some really low times ( especially before and right after he came out as a gay trans guy ).

the anna marie murder propelled his muse for his novel. he’s tried to suppress the curiosity, but it’d be a lie to say he didn’t ask maybe one too many questions and didn’t go to the library to read up on famous murders / murderers and serial killers. he’s always had a fascination for anything crime-related, but felt it was too weird to dive into; but the anna marie murder pulled him in headfirst.

* 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

deacon is kind of a contradiction, in almost every trait he has, however it can be said he doesn’t fluctuate depending on whoever he’s hanging with. his personality’s fairly consistent.

he’s a super sweet, friendly guy, who’ll always lend a helping hand with groceries or opening the door for someone or picking something up that someone’s dropped, etc. he’s got a warm smile and a very laid-back, chill persona that make him pretty approachable. even if you’re an annoying asshole who won’t shut up, he’ll sit back and listen with a warm smile, indulge you for a bit, before calmly telling you that you should probably think before you speak next time; or, something like that.

abrasive. abrasive. it’s one of his downfalls, yes, but some people need to hear it how it is, right? he doesn’t hold back from telling people how he feels about them, what they’ve said or done, etc, however all the while he holds a very calm and unaggressive demeanor.

he’s tried holding it back basically all his life, but he’s too curious and adventurous for his own good; and he can never turn down a dare, no matter how dangerous or stupid. he seems to never even blink in the face of danger, staring head-on with a smile, earning him the titles reckless and fearless.

very protective of those he really cares for, especially, of course, his little sister. he doesn’t lose his temper often, but if someone he cares for did something stupid that put their life in danger, or someone else put their life in danger, he might lose some chill.

look. alright. he’s so gay, and he doesn’t even bother trying to hide it. he checks guys out all the time, tells his friends about “that really hot bartender with the nice biceps and even nicer laugh” — but holy hell, he is SO gay for dudes’ smiles. a nice smile gets him every time.

* 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖

he embraces the fact he looks like human shrek. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

he’s about 5′8, give or take, with a decent build, brownish hair that’s 9/10 times styled somehow ( 8/10 times slicked to the side and/or back ), usually has some facial hair because he thinks he looks better with it, and often has rosy cheeks and nose that get super red when he’s embarrassed ( he’s chill and fearless, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get embarrassed, alright? he’s hooman ).

his fav outfit would probably be either a plain t-shirt or a button up with the few top buttons unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, ripped skinny jeans that’re rolled up at the bottom ( aka mom jeans ), and converse sneakers. he definitely isn’t opposed to leather jackets and combat boots, but he’d rather keep it physically cool that sweat to death.

sometimes he paints his nails, simple colors like black or white, usually black, and sometimes he doesn’t; depends on how much motivation he has to do it/redo them.

his EYES, don’t even get started on his eyes. they’re such a pretty blue and they say eyes don’t sparkle, but his definitely do ( especially when he’s looking at someone or something he loves ) and no one can tell me otherwise.

* 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 !

roommate & best friend: they met almost right after deacon moved to agnes water, and they hit it off straight from the beginning. deacon pitches in on rent as much as he can with the job as a bartender at the nearby nightclub. said best friend also helped them get started on t and get top surgery, and deacon’s forever in debt to them, as he says. they’re closer than two peas in a pod, and bff is basically the only person deacon trusts to even look at alize.

possible love interest: it could be nothing, but deacon might feel a little somethin-somethin for them that makes his eyes sparkle a little too much that normal and smile a little bigger than usual. i just think it’d be cute for him to get all red and embarrassed when deacon’s bff or little sister says something about it. (���:

friends, all the friends: deacon is such a friendly guy, okay? he could literally become a friend with a brick wall. friends who dare him to do the stupidest crap, friends who are protective and irritated with his recklessness, etc. he lowkey loves making friends and hanging out with them, whether they’re super quiet and chill or super energetic and rowdy. he’s up for a night in watching a movie or reading together at the library, or going out dancing and doing karaoke.

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