he’s still under construction, i’ll finish working on him tomorrow but as of tomorrow i’ll most likely be spending most of my time over HERE since i’m going to be making him my main blog. he’s a personification of fall/halloween. i’ll be posting a starter/plotting call over there after i finish up a few things on his blog 8) this blog will still be active as well, this is just becoming a secondary blog is all. hope y’all are having a fab night and i hope to see some of you over there. xx
please listen to this
i,’m fuckcing cyrin g
THIS IS THE FUCKING BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD OMF G
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you need to embrace who you are now. the words echoed in his head, sending chills throughout his body and a dazed look of confusion on his face. ( my whole life, i’ve spent so much time drifting in the shadows. sheltering myself with a promise of safety under a code of survival. for so long, i’ve faked so much. brother or not, he doesn’t know who i am ; no one does, not even myself. )
’ i don’t know who i am.’
the words are spoken softly, almost in a whisper as his mind races with the thought of his blade driving into the heart of his prepared victim. he pictures the blood pooling on the binding plastic and then dripping over the edges, forming small streams of red and falling to the ground. it sets his teeth on edge, causing his own body to get chills at the thought. of course you don’t. you’ve been away from your family since you were threebut i’m here now. i can help you. we can take this journey together. a body laid unconscious, the only movement being the rise and fall of the chest with every slow breath she took. it was mesmerizing. truly a beautiful sightbut he shouldn't be thinking this way not about his own sister, even if they didn't share the same blood. ( a present, draped in my favorite wrapping paper. after all, harry told me before to never look a gift horse in the mouth. however i think that was just under the circumstances of not getting an atari on christmas morning. )
' does it have to be deb? i'm quite fond of her.'
she hasn't done anything wrong. she hasn't committed any crimes to fit the code. she's his sister but he can't help it, the darkness creeps and clouds his judgement. seeing her strung out like this, it isn't fair. such a beautiful display and ready for him to plunge his knife deep into her chest. but he's there biney, urging him to take the first steps to becoming free. we know very well who we are. fingers wrap tautly around the blade before setting it down on the table behind them.
' no, i'm not like you. i can'tnot her.'
i’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this DARK PASSENGER. and when he’s driving, i feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. i don’t fight him, i don’t want to. he’s all I’ve got. nothing else could love me, not even especially not me. or is that just a lie the DARK PASSENGER tells me? because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. it scares the hell out of me.
small little starter call for later.
“We know very well who we are.”
you need to embrace who you are now. the words echoed in his head, sending chills throughout his body and a dazed look of confusion on his face. ( my whole life, i’ve spent so much time drifting in the shadows. sheltering myself with a promise of safety under a code of survival. for so long, i’ve faked so much. brother or not, he doesn’t know who i am ; no one does, not even myself. )
’ i don’t know who i am.’
the words are spoken softly, almost in a whisper as his mind races with the thought of his blade driving into the heart of his prepared victim. he pictures the blood pooling on the binding plastic and then dripping over the edges, forming small streams of red and falling to the ground. it sets his teeth on edge, causing his own body to get chills at the thought. of course you don’t. you’ve been away from your family since you were threebut i’m here now. i can help you. we can take this journey together. a body laid unconscious, the only movement being the rise and fall of the chest with every slow breath she took. it was mesmerizing. truly a beautiful sightbut he shouldn't be thinking this way not about his own sister, even if they didn't share the same blood. ( a present, draped in my favorite wrapping paper. after all, harry told me before to never look a gift horse in the mouth. however i think that was just under the circumstances of not getting an atari on christmas morning. )
' does it have to be deb? i'm quite fond of her.'
she hasn't done anything wrong. she hasn't committed any crimes to fit the code. she's his sister but he can't help it, the darkness creeps and clouds his judgement. seeing her strung out like this, it isn't fair. such a beautiful display and ready for him to plunge his knife deep into her chest. but he's there biney, urging him to take the first steps to becoming free. we know very well who we are. fingers wrap tautly around the blade before setting it down on the table behind them.
' no, i'm not like you. i can'tnot her.'
You were my hero.
CASTLE: “I’m sick of all these people talking.” “I’m already choking on my pride.” “They wanna make me their queen.” “There’s no use crying about it.” “I probably shouldn’t be so mean.” “I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.” HOLD ME DOWN: “My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.” “He told me I was holy.” “He’s got me on my knees.” “Hold me down.” “This is what I live for.” “Throw me in the deep end and watch me drown.” NEW AMERICANA: “The city’s ours until fall.” “We don’t feel like outsiders at all.” “We know very well who we are.” “What kind of dough have you been spending?” DRIVE: “I can never keep my eyes off this.” “All we do is think about the feelings the we hide.” “It never felt like home to me.” “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” HURRICANE: “He’s got an eye for girls of eighteen.” “I held him captive by my kiss.” “I’m a one night stand.” “Don’t belong to no city.” “Don’t belong to no man.” “I’m the violence in the pouring rain.” “I reminded myself to keep you far away from me.” “You could devastate me.” ROMAN HOLIDAY: “Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?” “I remember the fear in your eyes.” “The timing’s never right.” GHOST: “I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.” “I don’t like them innocent.” “You say that you’re no good for me.” “I swear I hate you when you leave, but I like it anyway.” “I know I’m gonna leave him.” COLORS: “You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.” “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” “I’m still waking in the morning, but it’s not with you.” COLORS, PT 2: “Everything is dripping like a saturated sun.” “I hope you make it to the day you’re _____ years old.” STRANGE LOVE: “Everybody wants to know if we fucked in the bathroom sink.” “But the ending is the same every damn time.” “They think I’m insane.” “They think my lover is strange.” “But I don’t have to fuck and tell you anything.” “That’s the beauty of a secret.” “They can’t believe I made you weak.” “These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone.” COMING DOWN: “I found god - I found him in a lover.” “I found the devil - I found him in a lover.” “Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space.” “I’m such a fool for sacrifice.” “I’ve got a lover and I’m unforgiven.” HAUNTING: “Keep on haunting me.” “I was pure as a river.” “Now I think I’m possessed.” “I’ve been cold since you left.” “You’ve got your own mistakes in bed at home.” “You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.” “I’ve tried to wash you away, but you just won’t leave.” GASOLINE: “Are you insane like me?” “You can’t wake up - this is not a dream.” “I think there’s a flaw in my code.” “These voices won’t leave me alone.” “My heart is gold and my hands are cold.” CONTROL: “I sat alone in bed until morning.” “I tried to hold these secrets inside me.” “I’m meaner than my demons.” “God damn right, you should be scared of me.” “Who is in control?” YOUNG GOD: “You know we’re gonna be legends.” “I know you wanna go to heaven, but you’re human tonight.” “Do you feel like a young god?” “My tongue is a weapon.” “If you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight.” I WALK THE LINE: “I keep a close eye on this heart of mine.” “I find myself alone when each day is through.” “You give me cause for love I can’t hide.”
light faint and people that don't particularly spark his interest, except one. a man off in the corner, unknowing that he was being watched, being hunted. ( some people say humans can detect when they're being stared at. that our senses are some how able to tell that eyes are upon us but this isn't true. if it were, i wouldn't have been able to collect so many memories. or perhaps this is just a defect in monsters. ) eyes watch carefully, peering through the crowd as he gazed over a paper from the other side of the bar. he felt slightly uncomfortable as he sat there, waiting. there was an itch that he just couldn't scratch, like a million insects crawling all over him. it had been too long and he was growing impatient as he watched the murderer flash faux coy smiles at the blonde in his presence. if he didn't scratch the itch soon, his dark passenger might decide to make an unscheduled visit. the man finally breaks away from the woman and begins to head towards the restroom. ( tonight's the night. ) dexter leaves his seat and begins to carefully weave his way through the crowd of bodies until his shoulder collides with another, nearly making him loose his balance.
' whoops.. sorry about that !
ahh, clumsy ol' me, you uh, alright there? '
( who cares, flash her a quick, friendly smile and get out before you become memorable, dexter. )
When your sister is coming to tell you about her incestuous feelings but she accidentally walks in on you murdering someone in a church
' mmhm. '
he was good at this, years of dissimulating was perfect practice. a nod of the head, a few smirks here and there, only enough to prove that he was more than half listening. he looked over the paperwork within his grasp, eyes tracing over every detail while hiding it from her gaze, collecting evidence to appraise the code. there were so many lessons in the vaunted code of harry. twisted commandments handed down from the only god he had ever worshiped, a survival guide for a monster. steady hands set down the file and focus on the liquid seeping from his lunch. red, hot, gross just like blood. attention shifts at the rise of volume in her voice and his head snaps to make eye contact with the detective.
' uh, yeah.i'll get those to you as fast as i can.'
small little starter call for later.
i'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this DARK PASSENGER. and when he's driving, i feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. i don't fight him, i don't want to. he's all I've got. nothing else could love me, not even especially not me. or is that just a lie the DARK PASSENGER tells me? because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things... people... who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. it scares the hell out of me.
