SLAUGHTER

independent. mutually exclusive detective ethan slaughter of castle. loved by elvira, can you believe? side to betonyousofar.

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elvira. she/her. 29+. ET.   detective ethan slaughter of abc’s castle.              

don’t godmod/metagame/etc. nsfw tagged as such.  multi-ship & verse. crossover friendly. all triggers will be tagged in the following format: ‘blood tw’.

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Billie Eilish … sentence starters

“I’m not your baby.”

“I think you’re pretty.”

“Crying isn’t like you.”

“I’m the bad guy, duh.”

“So you’re a tough guy…”

“I like when you get mad.”

“Wait ‘til the world is mine.”

“Baby, I don’t feel so good.”

“She’ll pity the men I know.”

“I’m only good at being bad.”

“All the good girls go to hell.”

“Why don’t you run from me?“

“Too intoxicated to be scared.”

“I like it when you take control.”

“I love you. And I don’t want to.”

“You should see me in a crown.”

“I like the way they all… scream.”

“Hurts, but I know how to hide it.”

“I’m not okay, I feel so scattered.”

“Was I made from a broken mold?“

“The debt I owe, gotta sell my soul.”

“Bruises on both my knees for you.”

“Don’t you know too much already?“

“You just want what you can’t have.”

“Only you know the way that I break.”

“Please, please… Don’t leave me be.”

“Don’t you know I’m no good for you?“

“You really know how to make me cry.”

“I do what I want when I’m wanting to.”

“Can’t commit to anything but a crime.”

“It’s not true… tell me I’ve been lied to.”

“I’ve been watching you for some time.”

“I never really know how to please you.”

“I just wish you could feel what you say.”

“I hope someday I’ll make it out of here.”

“But, it’s cold and I don’t wanna be lonely.”

“I know you don’t care, but can you listen?“

“Told you not to worry, but maybe that’s a lie.”

“I know you’re not sorry. Why should you be?”

“Need a place to hide, but I can’t find one near.”

“Tell me which one is worse, living or dying first.”

“Make the same mistakes. Blame circumstance.”

“Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now.”

“Can’t you tell I’m crass? Can’t you tell I’m wired?“

“I can’t tell you how much I wish I didn’t wanna stay.”

“I just wanted to protect you, but now I’ll never get to.”

“If you think I’m pretty, you should see me in a crown.”

“You know I’m not your friend without some greenery.”

“But, we knew right from the start that you’d fall apart.”

“Why aren’t you scared of me? Why do you care for me?“

“I can’t afford to love someone who isn’t dying by mistake.”

“I wanna be alone… alone with you, does that make sense?”

“I just never know how you feel. Do you even feel anything?”

“Creeping around like no one knows, think you’re so criminal.”

“Even if you know that you don’t own me, I’ll let you play the role.”

“If  ‘I love you’ was a promise, would you break it, if you’re honest?”

“Pearly gates look more like a picket fence once you get inside ‘em.”

“Wore my heart out on a chain around my neck, but now it’s missing.”

“I just wanna make you feel okay, but all you do is look the other way.”

“If you need me, wanna see me, better hurry, 'cause I’m leaving soon.”

“Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding, but nothing ever stops you leaving.”

“I’m gonna run this nothing town. Watch me make 'em bow one by one by one.”

“Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I’ll miss them, but I’m not sorry.”

“Don’t ask questions, you don’t wanna know. Learned my lesson way too long ago.”

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@brokenspy​ said: my life is on the line.

“what an’ mine’s not? i got uni’s closin’ in on me for a murder I DIDN’T COMMIT. my last chance to get outta this is to find who fuckin’ did this and you’re all i got, walker. so i gotta know... you in or out?”

[jannwrites]

book meme: THE NEW HUNGER by ISAAC MARION.

modified slightly for structural purposes. change pronouns as needed !

this is not the beginning.

the beginning is darkness and fire, microbes and worms.

who are we ?

the world is changing.

even with all of history inside of us, we don’t know, and this is a little scary.

who are these people ?

why do they interest us ?

they are not special.

we want them to know we exist.

what’s in there ?

where did it come from ?

this is the world. the world is blurry.

that’s now how blackmail works, dumb-ass.

it doesn’t work if you don’t say what you know.

okay. let’s hear your demands.

i like ugly. beauty is a trick.

are we good here ? do we have a deal ?

so what are we looking for ?

it’s scary in here.

what city is this ? when did it die ?

we don’t know what’s in there. it could be dangerous.

it’s eerier to be alone in a city that’s lit up and functioning than in one that’s a tomb.

the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.

by then it was too late for such baby steps, of course.

we have to check. she’s my friend.

you need to be able to pierce a skull without much windup.

it’s the right idea, but maybe something a little more manageable.

you’re a disaster.

where the hell did he get a moral compass ?

if nothing else, he’s certainly capable.

surely creatures that simple know how to be happy.

it is harder to maintain interest in anything but the hollowness.

maybe he wants to hurt them too.

he wasn’t wrong. they did the right thing. but they shouldn’t have.

wait outside for a sec. i need to do something.

is he dead ?

what’s its purpose ?

how did it evolve, and why are humans the only creatures who do it ?

how far are we gonna have to walk ?

why aren’t we stopping ?

so you run into the place, you’re hungry and scared, maybe you shoot some people…what do you do next ?

why aren’t we looking for them ?

because they’re not looking for us.

the dark is always darkest before the brightness.

for the love of god, turn that shit off.

you’d rather sit here in dead silence all night ?

has your life gone on long after the thrill of living is gone ?

are the dreams in which you’re dying the best you’ve ever had ?

if you’ve been listening for a while i apologize for the repetitiveness.

we usually try to keep things diverse here, but our door’s being battered down as i record this.

but anyway, if you’re hearing this it means they didn’t break the equipment.

i’m sorry, _____. america. world. we knew it couldn’t last.

i don’t know who he is. no one does.

if you don’t kill him he’s gonna kill someone else.

is it as simple as empathy ?

i can’t do it until you tell me what it is ! so shut up !

why did you dance around it so long ?

those things are following us.

are you going to kill them this time ?

i’ll probably kll him too. but he’s a little different.

he’s like you. 

this is what you are. 

this is what you will be.

this is what you do.

what happened ?

how did i get here ?

how could i have known that my choices mattered ?

this is what you are and why you’re here.

you are not a person.

you are not even a wolf.

you are nothing, and no city was ever built for you.

nothing is permanent. not even the end of the world.

earth has a few more revolutions to make.

this is not the end.

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                    beckett never drives on the sidewalk!

independent. mutually exclusive. DETECTIVE ETHAN SLAUGHTER sideblog to @betonyousofar. loved by elvira. 29+. et.  TEMPLATE

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@demorganed didn't ask for this but Vicky did.

He was just looking for some replacement headphones. Fucking dick on the plane stole his. How the hell was he supposed to enjoy his vacation without his earphones? Anyway, he was walking around the electronics store when he overheard two employees talking about hours of footage (including 'nip slips' from unwilling and unaware women) and even SLAUGHTER had standards the forbade that.

Within seconds, the earphones were forgotten, a strange looking man (who was definitely on SOMETHING) running and ethan's hand catching the back of a green polo of a much shorter man. He turned him around to face him, slamming him against the nearest wall with a growl. "voyeurism, also known as unlawful surveillance in the first degree is a class D felony in the state of New York... Surely you're aware that the penalties have had had plenty of time to make it all the way over here since that law was enacted in 2003, right? " he rumbled, both hands holding into the short man's polo, nearly lifting him off his feet.

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i will not fall in love.

Ethan's lips curled into a devilish smile and he gave her a wink. "that's what they all say, sweetheart. Don't worry. I won't hold it against ya," he smirked. "just warnin' ya, really. I don't do 'relationships', so it really wouldn't be fair to fall in love with me," he shrugged.

[jannwrites]

music ask meme : DEAD MAN’S PARTY (1985) by OINGO BOINGO.

a selection of lyrics from the 1985 album dead man’s party. modified slightly for rp purposes.

JUST ANOTHER DAY.

there’s life underground.

my life is on the line.

when i step out the door, the jungle is alive.

i do not trust my ears. i don’t believe my eyes.

i will not fall in love.

‘cause hearts are fragile toys, so easy to forget.

it’s just another day.

there’s murder in the air. 

it drags me when i walk. i smell it everywhere.

people cling to light to drive away the fear that comes with every night.

it’s just another day when people wake from dreams with voices in their ears that will not go away.

i had a dream last night the world was set on fire.

the sky was crimson red.

the clouds turned into smoke and everyone was dead.

but there’s a smile on my face for everyone.

there’s a golden coin that reflects the sun.

there’s a lonely place that’s always cold.

there’s a place in the stars for when you get old.

there’s razors in my bed that come out late at night.

they always disappear before the morning life.

i’m dreaming again of life underground.

it doesn’t ever move. it doesn’t make a sound.

just when i think that things are in their place, the heavens are secure, the whole thing explodes in my face.

DEAD MAN’S PARTY.

i’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.

i’m walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder.

i’m goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive.

i was struck by lightning walking down the street.

i was hit by something last night in my sleep.

it’s a dead man’s party. who could ask for more?

leave your body and soul at the door.

don’t run away. it’s only me.

don’t be afraid of what you can’t see.

i got my best suit and my tie with a shiny silver dollar on either eye.

i hear the chauffeur coming to my door. he says there’s room for just one more.

HEARD SOMEBODY CRY.

i went to see what i could find, like flowers in the dead of night, like shadows in the moonlight.

i heard a choir with a single voice-a picnic on a cliff.

antenna like an insect-to pick up all your thoughts.

it isn’t true. i am not the ghost without a soul.

listen to my heart. you feel the beat.

listen to the sound of moving feet through the halls at night when i’m asleep.

the shoe is on the other foot. the glove is on the fist.

the first is like a cannonball but it feels like a kiss.

i got a bed that’s real soft in a room that’s always sad.

i thought i heard a window sigh.

i sip the running water like rivers from your eyes.

somebody might be lost.

i thought i’d go and see.

i thought i heard somebody cry.

i thought i heard somebody cry. somebody might be me.

NO ONE LIVES FOREVER.

you worry too much.

you make yourself sad.

you can’t change fate, but don’t feel so bad.

enjoy it while you can. it’s just like the weather.

quit complaining, brother.

no one lives forever!

let’s have a party.

there’s a full moon in the sky.

it’s the hour of the wolf and i don’t want to die.

i’m so happy dancing while the grim reaper cuts, but he can’t get me.

i’m as clever as can be and i’m very quick.

but don’t forget, we’ve only got so many tricks.

you think you’ve got it rough.

i don’t think it’s very fair.

no one beats him at his game for very long, but just the same, who cares?

there’s no place safe to hide, nowhere to run, no time to cry.

so celebrate while you still can, ‘cause at any second it may end.

and when it’s all been said and done, better that you had some fun instead of hiding in a shell.

why make your life a living hell ?

have a toast, down the cup. drink to bones that turn to dust.

STAY.

this is not the first time you tried to get away.

this is not a party where people know your name.

this is not a classroom with teacher at the board.

this is not a game show with prizes at the door.

won’t you stay with me one more day ?

if we get through one more night.

this is not a horse race where winners beat the time.

this is not a funeral with mourners in a line.

this is not a sitcom where everything’s all right.

this is not a prison with terror through the night.

FOOL’S PARADISE.

on the quest for the holy grail, try and live on razor’s edge.

find a mountain or cross a valley.

why bother ? it’s all for sale.

true love was in her eyes. burning truth was on her face.

i even thought it was late at night.

i saw here once. there’s no mistake.

now that we’ve found this precious place, how do we keep from going crazy now ?

my life was leading to this day.

i was watching the whole thing slip away.

it’s just a fools paradise.

there’s dirty stains on brand new linen.

there’s fresh tracks on virgin snow.

i caught a saint while he was sinning.

people scream. what do they know ?

turn it off and find religion.

tune it out and find a cause.

get it up and tell the world.

don’t stop. don’t ever pause.

here in this place from all our dreams, it doesn’t seem to make us better now.

if it will get us through the night with all our conscience still intact, it’s just a fool’s paradise.

two heads are better than one.

two hearts bleed so much more.

serious, but no laughing.

why run when you can crawl ?

there’s true love around the corner–out of reach, so hard to hold.

my life’s an open letter. tear it up and throw it away.

HELP ME.

when you spend your whole life building stone castles, when the walls start to crumble, exposed to the world, when the wind burns my face and the smoke burns my eyes, i can’t ever cry.

you gotta help to make somebody.

you gotta help to open my eyes.

the temperature’s rising.

how a cool drink would help.

i’ve been thirsty for years.

i’m hungry for something.

just the touch of your flesh to sooth and refresh.

SAME MAN I WAS BEFORE.

i’m not the same man i was before.

i haven’t changed my perception.

i haven’t lost my protection.

what i have, lost intentions.

two by two coming through the door, singing like a bird.

boys and girls voices joined in song.

fire crackers make so much noise, flying in the air.

they all start yelling at me.

everything you do is wrong.

i’m not the same person i was before, but i’ve not changed my desires.

i’ve not extinguished the fires.

i haven’t lost wide eyed wonder.

i haven’t lost the stupid fear of thunder.

two by two walking hand in hand.

the bone come marching from the promised land.

their voices carry like the sound of glass.

it burns my ears when they sing.

i’m not the same ghost i was before, but i still converse with the spirits.

when people talk i don’t hear it.

i walk through doors when no one sees me.

i disappear whenever it may please me.

WEIRD SCIENCE.

from my heart and from my hand, why don’t people understand my intentions ?

there’s things i’ve never seen before behind bolted doors.

it’s not what teacher said to do, making dreams come true with living tissue and warm flesh.

my creation–is it real ?

it’s my creation but i do not know.

no hesitation, no heart of gold.

just flesh and blood.