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ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

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ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

[deathwis-arc]

ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

[deathwis-arc]

ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

[deathwis-arc]

ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

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ahem, it's still a work in progress but if you wish to continue interacting follow me at @deathw1s <3

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hi yes hey ,,, i think everyone should follow @pseudoneiric & their other amazing blogs ( @farriman / @hellhaunt ) effective immediately always. if it wasn't obvious they're my partner in crime and i wouldn't still be doing tumblr rp if it weren't for their presence on the dash and the passion they fill me with in real life! they have so many muses yet dedicate so much love, thought, and devotion into each & every one of them in a way most multis ( including myself ) would be envious of. they're the other half of all my portrayals and they're THAT bitch !! also it's their birthday so i had to remind everyone of the fact that i'm helplessly enamored with them for two quick seconds, thanks <3

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@pseudoneiric wished : i’m fucking with you ,  i’ve been wanting to kiss you for months . (to helena from mal!)

you should not have done that, should never have dared. thrusting yourself towards the chopping block is nothing new nor impressive, an act fitting of someone so greedy ; of a thief who cannot learn new tricks. stealing and bartering are your way, even beneath rich clothes that used to drip voidless magic and cool lace. a leashed animal, prettied up to a master's liking, but an animal all the same. fangs and claws barely shrouded, dangerous nature secretly heightened with gifted twin swords sworn to a cursed name -- to a love so desperate that it quickly replaced peasant hunger. you have been starved, beaten like a lame dog, and have felt wicked fingers curling inside you. rearranging blood red insides and frosting every drop of it over, milking each strand of fear out of a quivering, useless body. her body, never yours. there aren't many things you kneel before any longer, now blessed with the squirming wisdom of horrors that have long since desensitized you, not flinching at anything save for … this. the flaked skin of drained purple lips rub uncomfortably together, flesh raw around the corners of your mouth. burning with a warmth you are unaccustomed to, filling you with a light that heats just the same. so it appears you haven't had your boldness completely robbed of you yet ( your heart says that you are a selfish creature / she tells you something similar ) though maybe it would have been better if so.

sapphire eyes, forever glinting with blue steel and smoked with misery, strike towards the floor in an instant. shame rolling off skinny, brimmed limbs in puffs of invisible power you no longer wield to a queen's command, or to your own. through locks of midnight you had caught the expression, beautiful lips that you had carelessly forced against yours forming the softest 'o' anyone could dare to conjure up ; had missed the teasing lilt to the woman's words when you had jerked back in a burst of self-consciousness. now here you sit, perched upon a frilly pink bed with your back hunched like the poor and weak. arms slithered around your stomach and feeling the panicked war drum of your heart, an organ you forgot existed after it's been numbed under icy mountains and battles too messy to remember. this is what you still couldn't face, what forever made a once infamous general shake and bend the knee. rejection. how it stings, even though the keeper of your heart's switched. a veil of disgust hangs over you, nearing hysterics when confronted with your own pitiful yearning. do you ever learn, helena?

no, no, you suppose you do not. and yet the scenery has changed to something kinder over time, begone were the victoriously decorated walls and here welcomes the present sounds of chivalrous laughter, of hearty meals. a presence next to you vibrates, body ever aware of it, and you know she's been the biggest change of them all. a maiden so fair and kind that any seasoned killer would wonder how she survived war, not seeing the endless power in her compassion. a soul so valiant it could turn the tides of battle with her standing alone against an army. the people sing of a performative magic that saved the day, but you know better. such understanding leaves you in private chambers, praise and worship readily seated on your tongue and coiling around deft fingers that twist at scarred sides. if there is one thing you know how to be : it is a spoil of battle. a prize, treat, plaything. you know she couldn't ask such a thing of you, not when the fate that once bound you was ripped away by her own hands, but you offer yourself nonetheless ( as if your reason is as noble as that / at least it makes for a kind lie ) which lands you here in roaring waters, not the sort that were enjoyed on the fae's lands -- but ones that boiled and crushed. the gap in your ribcage where your heart lies is aching, a yawning chasm in place of foolish wants. deluding the mind with old memories that proved to point one way, though pale nails twisted them towards another. a goal that suited your needs, your imagined future that's aimless without company. loneliness is exile, is torment, and you deserve nothing more than that destiny … yet a soft voice murmurs in your ear, she kissed you, once, as if it's evidence rather than the dirty trick it had been. air scrapes along the shell of your ear in wicked delight ( a tiny scrap of affection makes her yield ) and you refrain from shuddering, innards rattled enough as it is. here is your sacred honesty : there is no part of you that isn't hers, wholly and truly. reborn from her hands the way you'd been crushed by the queen's, which means you love her. which means she's yours.

that young weakling, a fledgling witch with no coin to her name, still revels at the competition. at the prospect of a win. and so you kissed her, when she was entrusting you to behave and beaming with the reddest cheeks anyone's ever seen. a sight beautiful enough to enchant you into slipping hasty fingers along the curve of her jaw, claws biting in tight before you pushed the advantage ; a strategy fit for a fighter. had felt her sharp intake of breath right from the source, that bubble of flesh that makes her stomach caving under your lover's press. air stolen as if it ever belonged to you to begin with. how could you help yourself? what did the world wish of you? you were doomed from the start, when standing proud on top of a well while commanding measly villagers that bent with your heel easily enough. life altered the second you caught sight of gray eyes that were a touch too warm to truly be hers. it's unfair, but a price you're going to pay either way. there's only two things to be in this life, the prisoner and the captor, and you have never learned anywhere except on your knees. freedom was an illusion all along, at least that hadn't been a lie.

what's to be expected, you remain uncertain. she is not borne from the same cruelty as the late witch queen, has granted you enough undeserved mercy to keep you well fed for ten lifetimes. perhaps she'll brush it off like the specks of dirt your affection compares to, the way she dismissed your attempted seduction seasons ago when you stubbornly stayed blind. an endearing, awkward attempt to deflect, teetering on how heavy of a hand to lay upon you to steer you far away. you could not blame her then, and you cannot now. your adoration amounts to naught when put against that of a kingdom, it may even disgust her … a tremble shakes one of your brows, calculated composure slipping at the thought that manages to wound you worse than any lashing. do not hate me, is the weak plea that circles around your head. i could not stand it if you did, that is a heroism i do not possess, i am sorry. physical body shudders instinctively when the firm press of a hand marrs the impressive build of your shoulder, doing your best not to completely flinch in wake of the stinging that's rooted itself in your heart and cursed every thought that's blessed with a tenderness unbecoming of you. it is too much like second nature to imagine the sheets you're resting against to be unwelcoming and firm, that the company is just the same. arms press tighter against your sternum and waves of blonde cascade over your shoulder when you can't help but bow your head even lower, as though overcome with a burst of pain. still, blue eyes remain open. terse, but open and all-seeing. it's always been that way.

such a grip doesn't increase in pressure, however, and you find yourself relaxing when the weight beside you shifts ; mattress dipping further on your side as you feel her scoot over. reminding you of a time before, when the arms around your stomach had been woven around the pillowy cushion of her waist instead, nose driven into pale skin the way a sword would bury into pliable flesh. she smelled pretty, then … prettier than you deserved to be around. though those scents had felt tainted with that bubbly perfume that young wizardess carried with her, a scent that you can smell now, but one you've grown to dismiss. like everything else that clashes against your ill intent and purpose. strands of warm raven soon mix into the sleekness of your hair when she ( when mal ) presses even closer, able to feel the fuzzy blizzard brush of her cheek against a shallow cheekbone. you naturally tense, fingers morphing into claws that tear at the open air between your hands -- remembering how she felt underneath them. stoking that yearning in you that cuts so deep you could fill the oceans with blood. you're expecting a final blow, when what you receive instead is words announced with pulsing mirth and the pout of her lips lightning quick against your cheek.

you do not hesitate. you do not falter or bide time. a stained mouth quirks in the wake of mal's confession ; small and fragile. though you're quick to bite, there's a part of you that stays uncertain. maybe your greediness has bested your undeserving core for now, yet that won't always be the case. “ oh, how you tease me. ” the words drawl out of you, a lively spark fanning in your shadowed eyes. whatever shall you do with her? there's a spike of fear that lingers within such a question, one you dare not ask aloud as you fear hearing anyone else's answer but your own.

meek defenses fall the same way blades do, slipping right out of your fingers to clatter unceremoniously on the stone ground. strained arms give way to expose your front, bent posture slowly righting itself so you may turn to look at her. such an act takes more bravery than you care to admit, fighting to keep the immediate grimace off your face when you see her expression ; always one to brace for the worst, a reflex that's kept you alive more than any magic ever has. all that's found in puffy cheeks and pools of gray is kindness, however, and your blackened heart is violently tugged at the sight by the strings that bind you. the same ones pulled when you had stolen a kiss from her, a puppet still, regardless of how the whims have been manipulated. growing steadfast in something that's not quite confidence, but also not anything else, you extend a hand that carefully brushes over the slope of mal's nose ; playful in a way you have not shown since the days of war battlefields and dungeon cells. spurred by competitiveness and infected by your former mistress's warped practices when it came to teasing. there are sides of you that you cannot show, with or without the title of the redeemed that hangs over your head like a noose, because letting your guard down remains difficult. the safe practices of most things lost on you. and you'd be careful not to fumble now, because one wrong move could spell your ruin -- no matter how hard mal pleads for your sorry life. so here it'll stay, confined to a room that belongs to your former rival and her, another display meant for mal's eyes only. the tip of your index begins haunting her cupid's bow, watching intently as she tries to withhold a smile, acting as though this is a game. she is a strange thing, drained of malice and yet still wicked in her own right. oh, how you adore her.

“ have you? ” brows raise, lips pursed into a line, skillfully cloaking any emotion with ease. you word it like this is a meeting, all seriousness and severity. in a way, it is, at least to you. cool palm twists to encase the side of mal's face in your grip, blotches of a village square splaying across your memory -- your thumbnail digs in right against her jaw just the same as then and the moments before, led by a possessiveness rather than fear. “ you seem to enjoy ... this, ” waiting, you mean. those words echo out with the grace of a newborn doe, question and uncertainty intertwined to ensure such a state. “ you've done it before. ”

( what reason do you have to make me wait? ) bringing up the past has never done you favors, not with the queen and not with the retainers, although there's comfort knowing your slip of tongue won't lead to freezing fingers ripping it out. your lady is too bleeding hearted to punish you now, and a part of you wonders what else you may get away with. it sits easier with you then it should … the knowledge that you'll always be a traitor. but perhaps for once, it can benefit you entirely.

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honestly, it's really interesting thinking about how the events of the desert dream in 1998 would get blown out of proportion in the coming years ; hell, it already kinda is twenty-four hours later. not only does the fbi get involved ( and they get involved quick ) but the entire thing is immediately labeled as 'the desert dream massacre' which is ... simply not true. if tyler doesn't kill joyce and michelle isn't shot then the total body count is four cops, with two on life support from the motel burning down. this is literally confirmed in game!

events get labeled as massacres if there's a huge body count, or if it's violent enough. the desert dream killings were neither. all the victims were shot, usually at a distance, or they suffered from burns ; which, while violent, it was more of an escape attempt on the holts' part than anything else. i also find it telling that, even if the holts kill a hostage or two, agent bradley doesn't bother mentioning that in private. all he cares about is the cops lost to the standoff. it's no surprise that killing an officer will get you a more severe punishment then if you kill a regular person, that it can sometimes send you straight to death row on its own, but the fact they don't even care about the deaths of any of the hostages ... it sure is something.

especially since the only hostage deaths in the desert dream can turn the only two kids in the game into orphans. or on the flip side, if the holts didn't harm a hostage, there's no mention of that either. or how the hostages were treated, which compared to usual hostage situations, they got it better than most. it's just the fact that they killed cops ( who were under the thumb of a corrupt sheriff, by the way ) that made this into a massacre. though i wouldn't be surprised if to the public the force would then heavily focus on any other victims, that's usually what happens normally, after all.

anyway, point is, classism does play a role in how cases and crimes are treated -- especially back then. the holts were poor, notoriously so, and they were a family full of drop-outs with nothing to their names. the very second they escape the motel, their names are plastered all over the country and their fates ( including jay's, who's merely an eighteen year old who was an accomplice at best ) are decided : they're going straight to death row. even if jay tries to do the right thing and come clean to agent bradley, tries to turn on his family, said guy immediately goes to pin all the murders on him, for seemingly no reason at all! it's very unjust, and ah ... shady!

the news and papers hype up their crime spree and i wouldn't be shocked that within a couple years, the holts would be presented as bloodthirsty rednecks who were simply greedy rather than a family that didn't have any help and got in way over their heads. the narrative would be twisted so much, especially if three of the holts were never found. there'd be no word from their side, no mention of the thugs who were threatening to kill them, just a true crime story where they were at the forefront of a very unfortunate situation and got away with it. leaving gossips to fill in the blanks as they please, and considering the police's and the fbi's behavior towards this case, they would only fuel the narrative that the holts were a family who did all this on purpose and relished in the aftermath, a family who loved doing the crime.

anyway, it's just something i love thinking about for post canon stuff when it comes to my adf muses. how wildly inaccurate the story's become in time, simply because people got bored or because of the classism back then that was so woven into the broadcasted crime that it's become impossible to separate the two. they'd paint the holts out to be wildly dangerous, cruel individuals and probably spin tales about unsolved murders and robberies and how it could be the work of a holt who had got away. their entire motivation would be obscured and would've gone unsaid, leaving random civilians and a force who hates them to speak for them instead. it'd be a whole thing! and the desert dream was dramatic, sure, but by the time everything is said and done you'd probably barely recognize what the media was talking about had you actually been there.

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↪     𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  the  2022  supermassive  game  “ the devil in me ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .  spoilers  &  mature  themes  are  present .�� ) 

i bet you can see a hundred miles from the top .

you mean you’re not weary of me after an entire day of marriage ?

are we the only ones here ?

that’s no way to run a business .

that’s my [ name ] ,  always finding that silver lining .

my attention was needed elsewhere .

i promise from here on out ,  it will be nothing but silver linings .

today is a very special day for us .

i’m starting to think i’ve gone  &  married a thrill seeker .

are we looking for excitement ?

see what happens when you chase a thrill ?

if you’ll excuse me ,  i have work to return to .

i’m sure we’ll see each other again soon .

this feels like some sort of treacherous plot .

close your eyes ,  &  face the mirror .

aren’t you clever  &  romantic ?

don’t fight it  …  it’ll only hurt more if you do .

you’re only prolonging the inevitable .

what have you done ?!

you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him .

it’s so good to have company .  for a long time ,  i was on my own .

i can barely recall a time when i was not here .

what good are stories without someone to experience them ?

art can elicit all sorts of reactions .

you’re responsible for what happens .  you’re culpable .

i can’t interfere ,  that’s very much against the rules .

it’s tough being honest when it means everyone just thinks you’re a bitch .

i’m sick of being on my own .

it’s a fucking mess ,  to be honest with you .

i think we’ve heard quite enough .

i was born with the devil in me .

i could not help the fact that i was a murderer any more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing .

just being dead ain’t enough to stop me from killing again .

actually ,  it’s what i can do for you .

do you know where we’re going ,  exactly ?

it was 100% your fault .  you fly by the seat of your ass .

was this part of the plan ?  did you know about this ?

i figured we needed all the help we could get .

downtime ?  why would you want to do that ?

i’ve got a lot going on at the moment ,  [ name ] .

you got any family you can go bother ?

‘ married to the job ’ …  how’s that marriage working out ?

we agreed to let that drop for the weekend .

sorry for giving you a hard time .

christ ,  what the hell is that ?

it’s gonna be okay ,  it’s all gonna be okay .

i’ll explain everything later .

are you sure ?  ‘cos you don’t seem sure .

i’m charming ,  &  you can hotwire your way past security .

hey ,  can i ask you something  &  get a straight answer ?

shh ,  get down !

this is ridiculous ,  there’s nothing out here .

i heard you were looking for a new place .

if i wanted to go on nature hikes ,  i wouldn’t have moved to the city .

you can do it .  eyes forward ,  don’t look down .

you always knew how to get me through the shit ,  didn’t you ?

maybe this won’t be a waste of a weekend .

i told you this was a good plan ,  didn’t i ?

you’ve been out  &  about all day ,  &  i have to sit here worrying .  gone all day ,  &  not a word from you !

i don’t think we’re the only ones here .

this is my don’t be scared song ,  sing it  &  i won’t be scared long !

scream if you need me for anything .

something about this place makes me wanna use the buddy system .

you talk in your sleep   …   not sure if i ever told you that .

you’re cute when you’re worked up .

cute ?   …  you think i’m cute ?

i try to pretend like it isn’t a thing ,  you know .

if my cheeks are red ,  it’s from this wine .

sorry .  didn’t mean to make you feel weird .

i’m fucking with you ,  i’ve been wanting to kiss you for months .

sorry ,  did i interrupt something ?

i can’t find my room  &  i need a fucking cigarette .

i’m not stressed ,  okay ?  do i look fucking stressed ?

this place is massive ,  surely there’s a pack of cigarettes here .

stick with me ,  [ name ] ,  i’m going places .

[ name ] ,  there’s something important you have to understand .

no ,  come on ,  you piece of shit  …  don’t do this to me !

i’m supposed to buy  “ nothing ”  is eating up at you ?

what about taking a huge risk  &  just DO something ?

are you trying to butter me up ?

we don’t need to rehash stuff ,  let’s just work .

you’re only asking me ‘cos your arms are too short for a good selfie angle .

maybe we should just add this topic to our  “ discussion no - fly zone ”  list .

shit ,  that scared the fuck out of me .

at some point ,  you have to give up the ghost .

you’ve been doing your research ,  haven’t you ?

are you taking a survey or trying to learn something ?

would it kill you to be direct ?

you want to know what inspired me ?  as if i wasn’t the original ?

you look amazing ,  as usual .

i heard enough ,  thank you ,  i know what betrayal sounds like .

i’m not blind ,  i know what i saw .

this could work to our advantage .

am i the only one that’s getting really freaked out by this place ?

can you stop trying to make this worse ?

don’t come crying to me if you end up dead .

choices ,   [ name ] ,  make better choices .

this is your own damn fault .

it’s all about the honey trap .

you bring me some smokes ?  like i asked ?

that’s what i remember most .  those screams .

you’ll never really know how it feels to watch the fire burn out of somebody .

thanks for that stuff you said at dinner .  it was nice to hear .

we’re all on the same side ,  sometimes we forget .

get me out of here !  i can’t see a thing !

count your breaths .  one,  two,  three,  in  …

how very rude ,  not to stay for dinner .

i can only observe ,  &  it can be  …  frustrating to watch .

in some ways ,  i envy you .

something is very not right here .

i’ve been waiting on you for ages to actually make a decision about something ,  anything ,   &  now this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand ?

your delusions make for such great plans .

would it kill you to think positively just once ?

it’s not even the worst idea i’ve had this evening .

don’t go patting yourself on the back ,  i still think your priorities are fucked .

i can care about more than one thing at a time .

working this job has made me really understand what a sociopath is .

you always assume the worst .

help me !   please  –  please ,  i’ll do anything !

maybe you’re right ,  but you don’t need to be an asshole about it .

i guess i was holding out for things to change with us .

i have never once shied away from telling you where my priorities were .

i have to live with it every day  &  now someone knows .

someone WANTED me to find this .

you have to get the fuck out ANY way you can .  just get the FUCK OUT !

are you losing your shit ?  ‘cos i don’t need that right now .

maybe we just focus on one thing at a time .

[ name ]  …  i found a way out ,  maybe .

i don’t know what i was expecting .

what the fuck is this ?

[ name ] ,  what are you doing ?  just stay back .

no way this is happening .

it’s gotta be fake  …  a prop ,  or from  …  an animal or something .

it can be difficult working with someone you’ve been involved with .

i think we can bust through this thing .

i’ve had enough of this shit ,  what the hell is going on ?

the walls are moving again .

i’m not a fuckin’ lab rat here for your amusement !

don’t look at me like that .  you know i’m right .  you get it .

you got to do something that matters .

think of the most profound thing you’ve ever done .

i see the gleam in your eye ,  [ name ] .  you can’t fool me .

there  …  there you are .  i see you now .

bare hands can feel good ,  huh ?  but the blade makes for such a prettier picture .

how far down does it go ?

there’s blood everywhere ,  &  …  &  a body .

one of us is going to have to be bait .

you could use that as a weapon if need be .

what an excruciating way to go .

people can surprise you sometimes .

as always ,  i’ll be watching very closely .

hurry the fuck up !

it’s a forest ,  it could be anything .

can you not freak me out even more than i already am ?

i wasn’t expecting you .

you’re a selfish monster  …  always have been .

predictable little shit ,  i know you .

[ name ] !  i thought i lost you .

all good things must come to an end .

can you find your own way out ?

i have no doubt we’ll meet again in the future .

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was listening to an interview where the ceo of interior night was asked who her favorite adf character was and not only did she say tyler moved her the most she also said , “ he's smart , but he's not necessarily emotionally equipped to be happy ”

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@unawaken wished : the moment dennis brought out the box of vinyls, alex's face lit up like a christmas tree. eye wide, mouth agape, and hands already sifting through the collection without a moment's notice. “ pinch me i must be dreaming ... ”

smothered shimmers of amusement pick at the edges of molten brown, brows scrunching together in a poor attempt to shroud the pride that swells within. carefully ( slyly ) noting the swirling awe on the girl's face when he ceremoniously displays the cardboard box of legendary goods with a soundless thud! as he eases the built up weight to the floor. carries it softer than he'd carry most things, had cradled it with care the entire climb down from the attic ; and with no wicked witches around, it gives his guest ample time to bathe in his collection. he's managed to get his hands on some of the real deals over the years despite the boringness of modernity sinking its teeth into everything nowadays. cagey and boastful about it in equal measure, talks about records the way someone might gush about their newborn baby -- he's not used to showing it to people, nose turned up at the wannabes who act like they give a rat's ass about music … but alex seemed cool enough. while ren's skills were still up for scathing comments and criticism, at least he had okay taste in company. chapped lips curl around a wicked smirk at her comment, jumping at the gun to do as the chick asks ; moving a heavy hand to pinch her lithe arm through her red jacket ( and she knows good fashion, go figure ) , never holding back when it comes to free cruelty. “ nah, it's all real. got more upstairs, boxes full of the most valuable ass shit you've ever seen. ” arms extend out in dramatic gesture, the dusty rose leather of his thriller jacket smoothing out from the movement.

though there's an immediate prick of veiled concern when his initial urge to show off fans into neutrality ; narrowing eyes watching alex sift through his greatest possessions. feels broad shoulders tense, jaw clenching experimentally as he shoulders through the rising need to bat her paws away. if she cares this much about vinyls, she knows they're delicate -- can probably sniff out how plenty of the albums are tattered at the edges due to age. if she pulled one out, she'd even notice how weak most of the record sleeves have gotten too. dennis has been thinking about replacing them with newer stuff, things that'll hold it better, but he's not into that restoring bullshit people are trying to sell. wants his records to remain like this : in the condition they were in back in the fifties, sixties, and seventies. it's authentic that way. transports him back to a time he'd kill to live in, that he's formed his whole style around. slowly, dennis decides to drop to sturdy knees beside her, keeping a careful distance and filling up excess space with a larger than life build. hands coming to rest on top of filthy, stretched jeans ; digits curling inwards to form a fist. the pop of his jacket obscures his neck, strands of fluffy brown irritating bushy brows when he dips a heavy head to keep a better eye on her hands. recognizes every artist from the tiny sliver of their cover he sees, what with them crammed together the way they are. he's never liked the boxes having empty room, would scowl and kick at it. to see it be a full house is better, knowing how much care's been put forward into expanding his hobby. yet that protective instinct surges after a moment, face hardening when he sees ( thinks he sees ) one of her pulls be rougher than the rest. hand flies out to wack her in the shoulder with brawny knuckles, gaze like flint.

“ hey! cool it, happy feet. you're gonna bend something! ”

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tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[deathwis-arc]

*         send   META   +   a   word   ,   a   name   ,   or   phrase   and   i   will   write   a   head  canon   based   off   of   this   !!!  

[deathwis-arc]

the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

[deathwis-arc]

↪     ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted sentence starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will be updated frequently .  )

why are you here ?

drive .  drive fast .

i think we should make an informed decision .

are you coming or not ?

you’ve been avoiding me .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?

this should be your priority .

let me hold you for a minute .

get out of my way .  i won’t tell you again .

that wasn’t supposed to happen .

can you keep a secret ?

i don’t know what i did to deserve you .

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

you’re safe with me .

sorry isn’t good enough .

where is all this coming from ?

who told you about that ?

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up .

you’re being paranoid .

why are you looking at me like that ?

you’re the single most important thing to me .

all i’m asking is that you hear me out .

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

we shouldn’t stick around here .

hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you .

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

i love you .  nothing’s gonna change that .

can you tell me what happened ?

you can’t come around here anymore .

back off ,  okay ?

what ,  you don’t have time for me anymore ?

you’re asking for too much .

i’m trying to start a new life .

what do you mean ,  you aren’t coming back ?

sometimes i think you must hate me .

why can’t we just talk about this ?

i know i fucked up ,  you can stop rubbing it in .

you’ve got quite a reputation .

i’m not usually like this ,  i’m sorry .

please ,  just let me explain myself .

i love watching you work .

we’re on the same team .

did you ever tell anyone ?

you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

really funny ,  you’re very mature .

you call THAT a PLAN ?

can we get out of here ?

i thought things would be different .

this is not up for debate !

do whatever you have to do .

karma’s going to get you for that .

it could’ve been a lot worse .

i asked you to leave me out of this .

maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith .

i never want to see you again .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i’m gonna be there when you get what’s coming to you .

you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me .

i’ve been waiting all night for this .

i told you not to contact me .

sometimes i really think you have a death wish .

what do you need ?  —  what can i do ?

i would do literally anything to keep you safe .

that was supposed to be a secret .

you haven’t called me that in years .

stop telling me to calm down !

we make a pretty good team .

i have so much i want to say to you .

i’m not going to let anyone hurt you .

can we please not do this right now ? 

wait ,  wait  …  just breathe for a second .

how are you holding up ?

why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .

i don’t need your protection !

you’re not making this easier on yourself .

are you going to let me in ?

i’m supposed to be protecting you .

i will kill you if i have to .

do whatever you have to do .

this is going to hurt ,  i’m sorry .

what happened to you ,  where have you been ?!

there was nothing you could’ve done .

you’re all i need right now .

i don’t believe in love at first sight .

have you been following me ?

i need you to believe me .

what do you remember ?

i’m not a good person .

what the hell’s going on with you ?

you’re being followed .

just when i thought my day couldn’t be any worse .

i’ve been having weird dreams .

so you’ve been lying to me this whole time ?

are you trying to get us killed ?

this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me .

i never asked for your help .

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

why has it started to feel different with you ?

don’t worry ,  i have a plan .

i heard everything .

do you need to sit down ?

i have the right to know what’s going on .

i’ve just gotta catch my breath .

stay out of my business .

what did you think was going to happen ?!

don’t cause a scene .

tell me something about you that i don’t know .

can i buy you a drink ?

what if  …  we played spin the bottle ?

this was never a problem until  [ name ]  came around .

you can’t ask me to make that choice .

are you seeing anyone right now ?

i need you to listen to me ,  we don’t have long .

you’re lying ,  that doesn’t make any sense .

you look  …  stunning .

what are you trying to prove ?

who died and made you the boss of me ?

you can’t just show up here like this .

let me make it up to you .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

can we stay like this ?  just for a little longer .

i don’t need you to fight for me .

so  …  you lied to me ?

you’re the only one that can help me .

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

i never introduced myself ,  i’m [ name ] .

i expected more from you .

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

are you real ?  is this real ?

can i stay with you ?  just for the night .

you’re going to get yourself killed .

why did you help me ?

tell me what i can do to help .

pick a card ,  any card .

i never wanted any of this .

i love you .   you don’t have to say it back .

do you wanna get out of here ?

what the hell are you talking about ?

i should have trusted you .

get your head out of the clouds .

how is any of this MY fault ?!

what aren’t you telling me ?

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

it’s never just one with you ,  is it ?

you’re not supposed to know about that .

shut your mouth .

i haven’t kissed you yet ,  today .

where is this coming from ?

come over here and make me ,  then .

keep lying to yourself ,  see where it gets you .

i’m not a bad person .

is that what you wanted to hear ?

we can’t be seen together .

i can’t give you what you want .

i need you to leave .

are you drunk ?

i’m here ,  i’m here .  i’m not going anywhere .

you might want to take a seat for this .

have you been listening to anything i’ve said ?

i haven’t heard from you in weeks .

you’re jealous ,  aren’t you ?

who do you think you’re talking to ?

what are you reading ?

you could’ve killed me !

come on ,  we don’t have time for this .

i just need ten minutes of silence .

really ?  that’s all you have to say ?

we could leave ,  you know .  go far away .

you don’t look too good .

i never want to see you again .

why can’t you just leave me alone ?

i thought you died .

you’ll do anything for attention .

give me another chance .

how’s the weather up there ?

all you do is hurt people !

i’m sorry ,  none of this makes sense .

you need to get out of here before anyone sees you .

i told you i didn’t want you around here .

is that supposed to be a threat ?

you’ve changed .

don’t look at me like that .

it’s a beautiful day ,  don’t you think ?

i did what i had to do .

you never know when to stop .

i’ve got to get home ,  it’s getting late .

i have nothing to prove to you .

stop LYING to me  …  all you do is lie .

you don’t have to be nice to everybody .

don’t tell me what to do .

pull your head out of the past .

nobody can help me .  i can’t even help me .

we are not talking about that right now .

are you new around here ?

you have no idea what you’re starting .

i’m gonna get us out of here .

whatever you came here to say ,  i don’t want to hear it .

everyone’s staring at us .

is there anything i can do to help ?

i won’t cause you any more trouble .

– just follow my instructions for once !

do you want to come in ?

i just didn’t know what to do .

you need rest ,  lie down .

i’m not who you think i am .

i don’t know what you want me to say .

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met .

i feel like i’m going insane .

stop asking ,  you’re not going to like my answer .

i didn’t want you to see me any differently .

i wish i knew what to say to you .

don’t give me that look ,  you know what i mean .

you should be afraid .

do you still love me ?

i never thought i’d get this far .

the world doesn’t revolve around you .

i need you to give me some space .

i know what you’re doing ,  don’t play games .

you left me to die .

i’m beyond repentance .

when are you going to get it through your head ?

i missed you more than i thought i would .

i’m in love with you .

what do you need from me ?

i’ll kill them ,   just say the word .

[ name ] ,   what are you doing here ?

how can i help ?

you’re pathetic .

i need you to come pick me up .

where have you been ?  it’s eleven o’clock .

i couldn’t live with myself if i let you get hurt .

i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen .

you’re a real piece of work .

do you remember how we first met ?

when did all of this fall apart ?

that’s not what i came here for .

i would do anything for you .