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Home Late - Drabble

The heavy thunk of the apartment door vibrated through Devin’s back and up into his head. He sighed, a hand searched for the lock on his door to fully ensure he was locked in and alone. His head rested against the door as he tried to calm himself down, his muscles still twitched from excess adrenaline. He was still so worked up, he swore he could feel the heat from the fresh blood on his neck and chest and it wasn’t helping him to relax. 

All he could hear was his heart beating in his ears, for a moment, that helped to relax him. His jaw slowly began to unclench just as one of his phones buzzed on his kitchen counter. The sound quickly snapped him out of his relaxed trance as the blood began to pump faster again. Devin slowly made his way over to the counter to check what phone it was that buzzed. It buzzed again as he picked it up. He felt as if his teeth were vibrating as his focus once again landed on the excess energy he needed to get out. Dark hair fell over scanning eyes as he read the messages from the chat room with his… friends? Co-workers? He wasn’t sure what the label the group just yet but now wasn’t the time to figure it out. 

With a gentle toss of his phone back onto the counter, he began to shed his large coat and tossed it onto the couch. Small hands tightly wrapped around the sledgehammer he kept near the door and kicked over its tire companion onto the ground to properly burn off the energy that still pumped through his veins.

Swing after swing, Devin could feel his muscles burn, but it was a familiar burn he had become all too accustomed to in the past few years. He had only started taking working out seriously once he had a stable place to stay. It was something he thought he’d hate to actively do, but it became a surprising outlet for his rage and excess energy. Plus, the extra bulk was definitely a perk.

With a final swing, he let the handle of the hammer clank to the ground. He placed his hands onto his hips and crouched down, breathing heavily as sweat slowly trickled down his neck and chest. The sweat only rehydrated the blood on his person which made the scent permeate his nostrils once more. The hitman sighed and started to walk to his bathroom. He needed to get clean before any evidence managed to invade his home. Especially now that it had begun to run down his skin again.

He kicked his boots off and watched them flop rather ungracefully against the bathroom door frame. The light flickered on as Devin entered the room, his hand shifted from the light switch to his belt and started to unbuckle it. His eyes fixated on his reflection in the mirror as he continued the rather mindless task. Blood stained his light bronze skin, most of it dried and cracked from exposure to the air but there were patches of it that were flowing once more down his neck and chest. He ran a finger over some of the dried blotches and felt the blood had dried his chest hair to his skin, much to his absolute annoyance.

“Should I just fuckin' shave at this point?” He thought bitterly to himself while his nail attempted to loosen some of the blood on his chest. Ultimately, it would be helpful for his line of work, but the upkeep would have been tortuous. Not to mention he'd probably have to wax and ever since his accident, his pain threshold weakened tremendously. 

With another sigh, Devin wriggled his way out his shirt and balled it up in his hands. He stuck it in the sink to avoid any rouge DNA on his floor and have it instead drain down the sink. A hand fiddled with the faucet in the shower before he repeated this with the rest of his clothes.

The hot water battered his sore muscles as he stepped foot into the shower. He simply stood there for a moment, enjoying the heat and letting the jet beat the knots out of his overworked body. It was oddly peaceful. Especially given the task he had just completed. A reminder of said task now running down his body and being washed away down the drain. 

Devin had grown used to seeing blood pool at his feet. Both in his shower and at work. In fact, it was weirder to him when it didn't occur during a shower. It felt as if he was constantly washing blood off of him these days, sometimes his but usually it's someone else's. He pondered this as he doused himself in soap to scrub at his neck at chest to get any lingering blood off of his person.

It wasn't long before the hot water began to run out. He quickly rinsed his hair out to avoid the ever cooling water and get out before he felt like he was being pelted by hail.

He stepped out, a towel now dried his hair before he mopped up the rest of the water on his now clean skin. The towel was wrapped around his waist as the steam shrouded him in heat.

 Blue eyes fixated on his reflection in the fogged up mirror. It always looked different. It was always just distorted enough to make it appear as if Devin's face was back to normal. No scar. No disfigured lip. Just his old face.

His scar had healed a little more properly in the past few years, causing his skin to be less raw and pink. Third only made the illusion more believable as some of the color returned to the right side of his face. While he had grown used to his scar and the appearance he now had, he always secretly wished he didn't look the way he did. 

But every time he'd wipe the perspiration away from the mirror, his scar was there. Ever present.

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

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[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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PSA: I AM A SLOW RPer

I AM SLOW. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO RP WITH YOU. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE YOU OR YOUR MUSE. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE WRITING WITH YOU. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE OUR THREAD(S). I AM SLOW. I AM TAKING THE TIME TO MAKE SURE MY REPLY IS SOMETHING I CAN FEEL PROUD OF AND WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU.  PLEASE BE PATIENT. I PROMISE IT’LL BE WORTH THE WAIT! <3

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Betrayed

Devin opened the motel bedroom door, a towel still in his hand to dry off his unruly hair. He aggressively ringed out the bottom of his hair and locked eyes with the woman texting on the bed.

“Thanks again for meetin’ me on such short notice Missy, I needed the shower after last night. That fight got pretty bloody, on both sides.” He mumbled, her eyes moved from her phone to him. A gentle smile sat on her lips now.

“How I could say no to my best client? Someone who pays me in full just to shower and not once has been a mega creep towards me is going to get my special treatment.” She rolled onto her stomach, crossing her heeled feet over like a schoolgirl gossiping about the new mega hunk.

“Yeah I think ya got the hint I wasn’t into this sort of thing after I pushed you out of the bathroom.” He tossed the towel onto the dresser and picked up his sweater to put back on.

Missy has been on his phone ever since they met several months ago, she offered him a good time and he decided to take advantage of the situation. Not sexually, but he really needed a shower. He would pay her in full for her services just so he could use the shower and sometimes sleep on a bed. She thought he was strange but never questioned it after their first encounter.

Their weird friendship was one of the few things that kept Devin in this town for so long. Missy didn’t ask personal questions, kept him safe on certain nights, and knew the best restaurants in town. He was actually eating pretty regularly for once. They were odd friends, but he started to open up to her a little, there was something about the escort the made him feel comfortable. Maybe it’s because she treated him like an actual person rather than a freak. 

“Just know, if you ever actually wanted any of my services, I would gladly give you a discount. You’ve been really cool to me.” Devin glanced at her, something about this wording struck him wrong.

“You mean I am bein’ really cool to you?” He watched her slowly sit up on the edge of the bed.

His heart began to pound against ribs; the look in her eyes, he had seen it before.

                   “I’m serious Devin, they wouldn’t actually try to hurt you”

“What’s up?” He questioned, a little too aggressively based off her response.

“Hey don’t blow a gasket or something. I’m just moving is all. I’ll be in town the rest of the week, then I’m moving back home for family stuff.” 

His heart sank and began to boil in the pit of his stomach. His anger quickly overtook his distraught feelings. The first time he actually opened up to someone since he ran from his crimes was going to drop him. Why didn’t she say anything before she was about to leave. 

“Please don’t be mad--” “I’m not mad. Thanks for telling me.” He started for the door.

                                       “You’re scaring me Devin...”

He heard Lynn’s voice again, the only other time he so betrayed. 

“Hope your move goes alright. Thanks for the shower.” And with that, he slammed the door shut behind him. 

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Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it

Sunlight

Alone

Darkness

Streets

Cupboard

Snacks

Doubt

Joy

Peace

Moment

Rain

Hum

Kitchen

Bedroom

Family

Friend

Garden

Relax

Stress

Job

Fury

Betrayed

Absence

Vices

Pets

Absolve

Stars

Scorn 

Praise

Laundry

Papers

Smoke

Wine

Couch

Kiss

Doors

Tree

Dirt

Flowers

Collect

Remove

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Other fun facts about Devin in this verse:

-He eats a lot, like a lot. Part of this is because he got into a habit of eating big meals while he was still on the lamb because he never knew when his next meal was gonna be. Even though he makes good money and eats every day now, it’s a habit he can’t break now.

-He will use guns on rare occasions, he doesn’t like to because of the loud sound and the evidence is a lot harder to cover up.

-His main forms of working out are slight cardio, his trusty punching bag, and hitting a tire with as sledge hammer. He works out his arms the most so he’s strong enough to move people when unconscious or overpower others that try and fight back

-His favorite thing to drink is tequila but he’ll drink just about anything if it gets him drunk. He’ll never admit to it, but really likes mimosas too

-He doesn’t have a lot of hobbies but he’ll sometimes indulge in graffiti art from time to time, he likes to watch videos of people tagging stuff. He finds it neat.

-His calling card is still the smiley face he used to draw in high school, luckily, so many copy cats happened around the time of his first murders that used that symbol, that most people think that it’s someone just using it rather it being that original creator

-He’s shaved the patterns off most of his shoes so they don’t leave identifiable tracks, some shoes he’s switched the soles entirely so they can’t get the right type of shoes in case any one tries to investigate or track him

-He sometimes cuts his hair really short if he has a lot of jobs at once, easier to keep his evidence from getting all over the place. He prefers his hair long though

Mafia Verse

Probably the few verses where Devin is well off and well put together. He dresses like a stereotypical hit-man, big coats, constantly in layers, usually wearing gloves of some kind, usually dresses in black with a hood or hat to cover his scar. He tends to wear his light blue cable-knit sweater under all of his layers, despite it being a little too small for him now. Black are the colors he’s seen wearing most often

He’s a lot stockier in this verse compared to most. Because he actually has a stable income, he eats like a normal person and intentionally works out to try and keep his anger in check.

Devin takes his work incredibly seriously, he thinks there’s an art in killing people and taking out hits. He has very strict rules for his clients and if they try any funny business, he has no problem turning the hit on them and taking them out instead. He demands payments in person, half before and half after the job’s done and charges a lot. Due to his high rates and excellent reviews, he gets a lot of work and is making decent money. He gets most of his clients from the deep web, some come to him in person but most deals are made online first.

He’s more brawn than brain, he’s not very quick to think on his feet if caught off guard, a lot of planning goes into his work and if he does have to improvise, he’s way more violent and aggressive than he normally would be. This is different from most verses as he usually is a great improviser, but he’s been working in the business so long in this verse, that he forgot how to think quickly if his plan is thrown off, he’s gotten a bit complacent.

He’s still an alcoholic, he tends to have a new flask almost every time someone sees him. Message boards on the deep web speculate that he has a different type of hard liquor in each flask, he finds this rumor amusing. He does smoke in this verse as well, mostly as an intimidation tactic, usually smoking around other people or potential clients/victims. It’s also to help with social anxiety, gives him an excuse for long pauses in the conversation.

Devin’s incredibly calm compared to most verses, He has a lot of ways to keep his bottled up anger in check (food, working out, drinking) but he’s still pretty easy to tick off. When his true colors do show, it’s not pretty. He’s aggressive, mean, and very very loud. Like in every verse, his anger tends to erupt quickly and end quickly. If he’s angry for too long, he gets really light headed and needs to sit down to catch his breath. About 9 times out of 10, if he’s livid too long, he will pass out on the spot. This would be really unfortunate if it happened on the job, which is why he does his best to keep his true self under wraps.

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If it was just the mask, he could handle that, it was weird but not that weird right? Some people wanted to hide their identity when dealing with a hit-man, even he considered a mask for his own face at one point. But it wasn’t just the mask, it was everything.

Each action this ‘client’ was doing was making Devin uneasy, it’s as if he was watching a DC villain in action. Watching him light his own cigarette was the strange cherry on the mad-man cake. 

‘And I thought I was crazy.’ He thought bitterly.

Devin made sure to keep his movements as slight as possible, he didn’t want to move anymore than he had to in case he set this guy off. Smoke continued to puff out of his nostrils as he kept his hands in his pockets. Feeling around to see if he remembered to bring his switchblade with him, he usually did, but he’d hate to have the one time he forgets it be when he’s going to be jumped by a clearly unwell individual who no doubt has a weapon of his own.

His head nodded stiffly in response to his warning; honestly all his little threats made him want to know more, but he wasn’t about to say this out loud... He winced slightly from the bang of his palm against the table. A blink led his eyes down from the mask of his client to his hand. He made a note of the bandaging on it before clearing his throat; opening his mouth to speak, then closing it promptly realizing it wasn’t his turn just yet.

‘Ugly? God I know but ya don’t hafta just outright say it.’ His stomach tightened in anger as this thought ran through his head. He scowled for a moment, his hand beginning to reach for his flask.

“Personal assassin eh? S’not normally the type of gig I go for--” He mumbled before he plucked the cig out of the corner of mouth. Finally taking that swig of alcohol, make that several swigs of alcohol. He wiped the corner of his mouth and continued.

“but, you seem like someone who’s got good connections. It’d be nice to have a stable form of income ‘n work. I could use the exercise lately.” He thought a moment longer. “I think we have a deal.”

‘Don’t make me regret this.”

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“Ya know, I’ve seen a lot of people cuz of work--”  A gloved hand took the unlit cigarette from the corner of his mouth so he could properly finish his thought.

“but masks are a first for me.” He gestured his hand to the masked figure in question, using the cig as a pointer of sorts.

And with that, he popped the drug back into his mouth and flipped his lighter open with a loud click. He covered his mouth as the flames lit the end of his cigarette. He fumbled with his pockets a moment longer before refocusing his energy on the tube to take a long drag off it. Expelling most of the smoke through his nose and the rest leaking out through his mouth.

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Devin took another drag off his smoke while waiting for the stranger to say, well, anything. Not that a lull in the conversation bugged him all that much, he was plenty buzzed that any intrusive thoughts he might have had sober were snuffed out. So long as he focused on his cigarette or the conversation, he didn’t need to worry.

When he did speak, his intrigue was piqued immediately, whether or not that was a good thing was yet to be seen. Without lifting his head, his eyes pulled themselves upward to glance at the person now leaning over their own desk.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone else that’s as short as me.’ Was the first thought to run through his head. 

After the rest of his sentence fully settled in his mind, the young man tilted his head ever so slightly. His hand instinctively reached for the flask in his pocket. He unscrewed the cap and tipped his head back to get as large of a drink as he could, he was gonna need it. Its green metal shone softly in the light. 

He nodded as he swallowed, acknowledging that he had indeed heard the other.

“I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want to know,” His voice was unusually smooth as he started speaking. “but that sounds more than fair. Just know, I don’t fail very often.”

“Speakin’ of, you were kinda... fuzzy on the details of why I’m here.”

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“Ya know, I’ve seen a lot of people cuz of work--”  A gloved hand took the unlit cigarette from the corner of his mouth so he could properly finish his thought.

“but masks are a first for me.” He gestured his hand to the masked figure in question, using the cig as a pointer of sorts.

And with that, he popped the drug back into his mouth and flipped his lighter open with a loud click. He covered his mouth as the flames lit the end of his cigarette. He fumbled with his pockets a moment longer before refocusing his energy on the tube to take a long drag off it. Expelling most of the smoke through his nose and the rest leaking out through his mouth.

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@stellamedii

“Ya know, I’ve seen a lot of people cuz of work--”  A gloved hand took the unlit cigarette from the corner of his mouth so he could properly finish his thought.

“but masks are a first for me.” He gestured his hand to the masked figure in question, using the cig as a pointer of sorts.

And with that, he popped the drug back into his mouth and flipped his lighter open with a loud click. He covered his mouth as the flames lit the end of his cigarette. He fumbled with his pockets a moment longer before refocusing his energy on the tube to take a long drag off it. Expelling most of the smoke through his nose and the rest leaking out through his mouth.

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Mafia Verse

Probably the few verses where Devin is well off and well put together. He dresses like a stereotypical hit-man, big coats, constantly in layers, usually wearing gloves of some kind, usually dresses in black with a hood or hat to cover his scar. He tends to wear his light blue cable-knit sweater under all of his layers, despite it being a little too small for him now. Black are the colors he’s seen wearing most often

He’s a lot stockier in this verse compared to most. Because he actually has a stable income, he eats like a normal person and intentionally works out to try and keep his anger in check.

Devin takes his work incredibly seriously, he thinks there’s an art in killing people and taking out hits. He has very strict rules for his clients and if they try any funny business, he has no problem turning the hit on them and taking them out instead. He demands payments in person, half before and half after the job’s done and charges a lot. Due to his high rates and excellent reviews, he gets a lot of work and is making decent money. He gets most of his clients from the deep web, some come to him in person but most deals are made online first.

He’s more brawn than brain, he’s not very quick to think on his feet if caught off guard, a lot of planning goes into his work and if he does have to improvise, he’s way more violent and aggressive than he normally would be. This is different from most verses as he usually is a great improviser, but he’s been working in the business so long in this verse, that he forgot how to think quickly if his plan is thrown off, he’s gotten a bit complacent.

He’s still an alcoholic, he tends to have a new flask almost every time someone sees him. Message boards on the deep web speculate that he has a different type of hard liquor in each flask, he finds this rumor amusing. He does smoke in this verse as well, mostly as an intimidation tactic, usually smoking around other people or potential clients/victims. It’s also to help with social anxiety, gives him an excuse for long pauses in the conversation.

Devin’s incredibly calm compared to most verses, He has a lot of ways to keep his bottled up anger in check (food, working out, drinking) but he’s still pretty easy to tick off. When his true colors do show, it’s not pretty. He’s aggressive, mean, and very very loud. Like in every verse, his anger tends to erupt quickly and end quickly. If he’s angry for too long, he gets really light headed and needs to sit down to catch his breath. About 9 times out of 10, if he’s livid too long, he will pass out on the spot. This would be really unfortunate if it happened on the job, which is why he does his best to keep his true self under wraps.

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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I have... returned?

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I lowkey want to come back to this blog at some point... maybe

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