ʰᵉˡˡº, fʳ'ᵉⁿᵈ.

fuck society.

[drummcrgirl-a-blog]

                 you sure it’s a safe idea to let a crazy stranger in your van? 

[menacin]

in the seconds, she expects footsteps, or at least expects a you can’t sleep here. she doesn’t really expect elliot’s voice, but her eyes are dead as ever when she opens them and looks up at him. her smile’s a reflection of her eyes. she almost looks like a corpse, dark eyes, drained skin and bruised lips from biting them. ‘ what. ‘

[d43m0ns-blog]

      once again, all he can do is stare at her ( or rather, at the hollow and broken shell of what she used to be ) in response, unable to believe any of it still. yet his puzzlement is quickly shoved aside by a sudden rush of anger, & the words trapped in his throat start flowing out. ‘ seriously, that’s all you’ve got to say? what the fuck darlene? ' 

[warhirrim]

“Funny thing about blood. Gives us life, nourishment, oxygen. And it’s also a tattletale.” His Gameboy beeped. House smashed away at the A button and the sound of the monitors drowned out his game.  He never even glanced at Elliot. 

“Checked your records. Perfect. No history of alcohol, drugs… Actually, hardly any record at all.” He grimaced. Game over. “Now, either your body decided it could take a buttload of morphine one day or the idiot druggie is not as idiotic as he looks. Don’t worry. Still an idiot, though.”

[d43m0ns-blog]

      that guy — was he playing with a fucking gameboy ? — was far from stupid. smarter than most, even. enough to suspect something was wrong with his, mostly empty, medical records. a danger to his perfect maze. 

      ‘ i’m not a druggie. but, like you said, i am an idiot. i'd never taken morphine before so, i didn’t know how much i had to take. i guess i took too much. ’ another lie masked with a veil of candidness, that elliot hoped (without much conviction) would go undetected.  

[mcqmusings]

RP BLOG CONTENT GUIDELINES

[saveyourserpent]

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Either reblog or repost. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or re-categorize something that is in the wrong place!

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[too-cool-to-know-ya]

[menacin]

@d43m0ns.

‘ isn’t there a fucking rule about waking people sleeping next to a god damn dumpster?‘ she hasn’t actually opened her eyes yet. doesn’t know who she’s talking to. she hasn’t talked to elliot about being homeless.

[d43m0ns-blog]

       for a few seconds there, he is unable to speak, mouth hanging open while words remain trapped in his throat. he can only stare at her, his features twisting into an expression of deep confusion. how could he have not noticed? why the fuck didn't she tell him?

       ‘ da—darlene, it’s me. it’s elliot. ’

[brucee-waynee]

#when your dweeby brother trips out and forgets you’re siblings but still tries to befriend you

[sepiol]

               ‘You know, you yell and yell and kick up the                biggest fuss when you need me, but the second                I show up on my own time? Manners, kid.’

[d43m0ns-blog]

        ‘ fuck you. that doesn’t answer my question. ’

[warhirrim]

d43m0ns

If he was right, and he usually was, Cuddy, Wilson and his team were wandering through the hospital looking for him. They’d be poking their heads in the morgue, probably, or peeking in the rooms of the hospital’s coma patients. Good guesses, too, except this time he decided to change it up. House sat beside this kid and was clacking away at his Gameboy. He didn’t need to lift his head to know Elliot was waking up.

“So, what are you gonna tell the shrink?” he asked. “‘Whoops. Took the morphine instead of the pills. Words are hard to read when you’re strung out.’” 

[d43m0ns-blog]

       there he was again — laying on a hospital bed, his mind along with every inch, every muscle of his body feeling painfully exhausted as he slowly woke up from the deepest sleep. he’d taken too much, confused the morphine with the suboxone. SHIT, he'd always been so careful. how the fuck could that have happened?

      when the doctor finally spoke, he didn’t budge & merely blinked. ‘very funny. but i—i don’t know.’

[d43m0ns-blog]

                                                    I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY.

         ' why are you here? '

[d43m0ns-blog]

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[crxdus---archive]

himmlischkind:

concept: i slowly fade out of existence. nobody misses me and it’s ok. the people i love are so happy and nothing is hard. i’m content

[d43m0ns-blog]

                                                               TELL ME THIS IS REAL.                                                                                                                                       ARE YOU SEEING THIS TOO?

          Like a ghost, he merely sits there and watches — studies the people coming in and out of the coffee shop. His own cup is left forgotten on the sticky, clearly uncleaned table among crumbs and stains while his eyes travel from one unfamilliar face to another. Tool’s blaring·in his ears, shutting him off from the painful and maddening cacophony of the outside world. He could leave. Shit, he could have never come here and stayed within the confining but safe walls of his appartment. But he needed a distraction. Without morphine to numb his mind anymore, he could feel his sanity slip away a bit more each day. He could be bashing his head against the wall if he weren’t here right now — call it therapy. Even if, just like his sessions with Krista, it mostly feels like walking through hell. Yet he remains there, his useless, trembling hands left to fidget with the hem of his hoodie and minutes pass without him noticing as he holds on to that small, comforting piece of reality. His coffee’s getting cold but really — who gives a shit? 

[finesuicide]

&. startercall ; @d43m0ns ; accepting !

       ❛ I AM WORTH YOUR TRUST. what can i do to prove it ? try me. ❜

[d43m0ns-blog]

                                                        I DON’T EVEN TRUST MYSELF.                                                                                      WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU?

             ‘ and how worth are you, exactly? what do you know that i can’t find out myself? ’

[namespooky-blog]

But it would hardly be professional of him to treat a murder case so trivially, and Fox Mulder was devoted to his work. “Word on the street is you’re a bit of a genius when it comes to this sort of stuff,” he continued, undaunted. Boss’s words. “With your expertise, wouldn’t you be capable of developing something beyond your control? Incapable of stopping? Humor me.”

[d43m0ns-blog]

          shit, he knew. elliot thought he’d been careful — and he had been. yet that fbi agent who, seconds ago, was talking like a lunatic who’d seen way too many sci-fi movies now had him cornered. shit. shit. shit. ‘ i don’t know who you talked to or what you’ve heard, man. but you’ve got the wrong guy here. ’

[pollykiins]

if there was one thing she was – it was NOT impressed. at all. “just curious. about my stuff?

          bullshit.”

[d43m0ns-blog]

      ‘ sorry, man — but you’re not that interesting. i’m talking about the house. it’s supposed to be abandoned. ’ and yet she’s here. though her presence among the dirt and decay doesn’t surprise him : a house that big and empty, it had to attract people. squatters, junkies, people with nowhere else to hide. him.

[d43m0ns-blog]

>ib00-28

                                                                                         SHIT. 

                                                                       IS SHE FOLLOWING ME?

                   ' what are you doing? '