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and the little angel, with his white wings and halo of light… spoke with a serpents tongue. and with irises like rubies, the blood of men poured from the crevices of his eyes; only now does the true meaning of facade come to play. for this boy is no angel. he bares the horns of a ram, and the claws of a wolf. a force to be reckoned, the dead come with his call.
ty simpkins insta is full of adorable things + cats, this kid is like my child from now on holy shit. all the cats?! he is me tbh, and riley.
got 2 bring back my spooky haunted child necromancer baby.
oh ye i’m definitely bringing this blog back — i miss riley.
forgive me i haven’t been on this blog regularly, i’m getting pumped for starwars, and also for TWD’s reboot after the holiday’s.
it is a familiar feeling; A FEELING, where the hair on his arms stand STRAIGHT on end, and the air turns FREEZING COLD. in fact, it is an environment that riley has created a permanent home within. for there is not much time, that he finds himself TRULY ALONE. and, that feeling most despise. of feeling WATCHED. is a comfort. for while these voices can scream, and they can yell. some LIKE THIS GIRL. sing. and they hum. a HAUNTING, UNFORGETTABLE melody, one that often goes UNHEARD.
❝ what song is that? ❞
&&. @ofthedcad
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❛don’t worry they’ll be no more OBJECTS flying at abel.❜
silas thoughts TRAILED upon what riley had mentioned about abel WARDING the house. it made his demeanor change, making him take the situation on a more SERIOUS note. silas didn’t think he could bear being separated from riley, not with the multiple ATTACKS that were happening - he just couldn’t. so he sided with riley on this one, making a PROMISE to himself at that moment to stop PESTERING his father.
getting up from the sofa he GAZED at the clock on the wall. it was six-thirty and the sun was just about to set. silas thought it might be a GOOD IDEA to watch it go down at the hill not far from their location. it was what him and his best friend did often and he wanted to SHARE a moment like that with riley. leaning over to the boy he RUFFLED his hair and smiled.
❛do you want to go for a WALK? we’ll bring CHIPS and JUICE and watch the sun go down.❜
silas has given riley NO REASON to distrust him ; he was friend, && FURTHERMORE he was family. betwixt the CHAOS and the MADNESS that is riley’s life, silas is something brighter. and something to look FORWARD TO. he would make the boy LAUGH, while others would make him CRY. and though he tends to conceal his emotions well despite his rowdy age; it all comes undone around abel, nina, AND silas. he doesn’t need TO HIDE. though AT TIMES he will, to spare abel of the guilt, felt from not being able to protect the boy properly. silas though, SILAS may as well be the boys sword, and his shield. he can fight, he’s on THE DEMONS plain of existence. and though it’s dangerous, and riley ISN'T SURE what could happen to silas if things went WRONG. he’s forever thankful that the spirit decided to stay.
❝ abel gave me money ‘cause I DID dishes this weekend! i wanna get mcdonalds. DO YOU want somethin’? ❞ it’s so easy for riley to forget silas isn’t a physical body. that he’s pure energy, and in ANOTHER KIND of existence. because though riley has made friends at his school. the one that has never left him, IS SILAS. and at times, riley may just be waiting for abel to give him away to someone else, when it all becomes TOO much to handle, JUST LIKE HIS MOTHER HAD. but silas, -- he doesn’t have to stay, yet he does. HE STAYS not because of a blood bond, nor spiritual tie. but out of FREE WILL. the purest kind, one that is not restrained by a flesh and blood body. ❝ no more ‘KIDDIE’ juice boxes, huh? i’m twelve! not five. ❞ a grin LIKE STARLIGHT in it’s brightest form, graces his face, as THE BOY begins to walk backwards along the sidewalk, so that he could face the spirit as he spoke.
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“I know you’re older, it’s all good. I’m just messin’ with you.” Chris says softly, pleasantly. A grin pulls hastily at the corners of his lips as a hand swipes out gently to ruffle the younger’s hair. “I’m not disciplined enough to be president or nearly charismatic enough to have a reputation to uphold.” Unbeknownst to him, however, the last part is something of a LIE. Chris was reputable in Davis; or wherever he went really. Whether it was for the perpetual existence of a SMILE on his features or his LIBERAL VALUES, one way or another no one easily forgot Christopher Gordetsky.
❝ you’re not OLD ENOUGH either! you gotta be old AND WRINKLY before you can run for president or something, right? seems like A RULE, i mean--have you seen all the presidents? if THEY AREN’T grey when they go in, they are when they come out. do you wanna be all salt and no pepper? ❞ he bats at the hand ruffling GOLDEN CURLS with a smile. it is a gesture he is familiar with. and THE MALE seems friendly enough. riley might just be a good judge of character by this point in life, DESPITE HIS YOUTH. for faces, of good, evil, MISGUIDED and everything in every shade of grey--have come to him, for some reason -- or another.
i definitely need to do some plotting to get me excited about writing riley, i’ve just been so busy with my muse for nick, that i’ve just kinda forgot about how complex i’ve been making riley. and it just seems like a waste of a character if i’d leave him for nick. so i’m gonna try and be on here more often. feel free to hit me up VIA instant message (the tumblr feature), or through ask!
FUCK DESTINY && FUCK FATE. I’M NOT DYING TODAY.
“These voices won’t leave me alone.”
halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences
it’s godawful, it’s PERPETUAL MADNESS, and a whirlwind of chaos that will only suck her down into an abyss, that EVEN RILEY, cannot seem to find A BOTTOM to. for it never ends. the pain, the sorrow, and the madness. there is only THE LIGHT, or THE INKY BLACK that seems to have weaved it’s limbs around her legs. she’s snared in A SPIDERS WEB. and soon she will be CONSUMED WHOLE. riley’s seen it before. he’s even felt it himself. but the only reason he can fight off those tendrils, is because HE IS NOT for the abyss to take. he is for the fires below. the SMOKE and the ASH. rather than the empty, nothingness that wishes to claim THIS GIRL as it’s own. hell has it’s marks on his bones, and IT’S FIRE in his blood ; where as THE LIGHT can only just touch the features of his face, and the blackness taints HER soul.
beth greene will belong to it. the empty void THAT IS PURGATORY. a place where the restless are trapped to wander in ETERNAL ANGUISH. and some, may even say it’s a place WORSE THAN hell. only there is an escape from purgatory. where as hell, is final, absolute and complete. riley will never taste SUCH ANGUISH. just as he will never touch the clouds above, and THE LIGHT that he reaches for each and every day. because he, is a NECROMANCER. a boy with the darkest of magicks in his blood. and though he may appear to brandish a halo. there are RAM HORNS, curled in shape upon his head. he is a hellish servant. and his purpose, was never once meant to be used for anyone OTHER THAN himself, and the fire.
yet he breaks THOSE CHAINS. and maybe it is his youth. and the way he was raised. but he’s fighting, against the order of things. and so he takes HER HAND. and though not once has he ever touched her before this time. he can FEEL HER. solid as if he were touching a living person, A BODY of flesh and muscle. when really, he’s grabbing her soul. by THE VERY BEING of everything that makes BETH GREENE, who she is. he’s tearing her from the blackness’ grasp, and he is pulling her back to the surface. away from THE VOICES. away from THE BLACKNESS. back to life, and far– far, from DEATH. for riley is god to this girl now. even if he wished to be but A MORTAL BOY. which he can never, truly be. for it is HIS BLOOD, that brings her life. it is his blood, that returns her to her rotting body and repairs the damage once done. and though he cannot start HER HEART, it will remain, though silent– forever within her chest. && that blood of his, IS NOW HERS. every bit of life, THAT RILEY contains within himself ; shared with beth. he is tied to her, and she is tied to him. and if he ever severed that bond. she would drop, same as THE DAY SHE DIED.
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halsey ‘badlands’ starter sentences
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.” “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.” “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.” “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.”
abel’s a bit young to have FATHERED riley, but to tell silas, that abel WAS NOT his father, was something that’s never quite come up. in fact, abel WAS ONLY a friend of riley’s mother; OR rather had been, in the days that riley had basked in GEORGIA SUN, and laid in the fields surrounding THEIR COVEN. it was home, and in his mind. it was still bathed IN GOLD. and at night. the stars were BRIGHT. and the bonfire burned vibrantly with LONGEVITY. however, it feels so far away now. distant, and hard to catch hold of. lately he feels swallowed by darkness, and THE GRAVES that surround this city built upon THE DEAD, only proceed to consume his light whole, like it were a flicker ; and not A FLAME.
❝ silas! c’mon, y’know i get in trouble TOO when you do stuff like that. you keep it up, and he’s gonna ward the house && you won’t be able to get back in until he lifts it! ❞
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