𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

Indie vampire oc. Set in the 80s and 90s.

[elegancewasted]

therelentless​:

elegancewasted​:

“Buddy, do you know how hard it is for some people to get by? I guess you don’t because you’ve never had to struggle.”

“Well, maybe it they stopped being lazy, then it wouldn’t be hard, but no. And just you so you, I did have my own struggles ok? and I still do.” Privileged brown kid struggles, but struggles not the less.

“Lazy?” Typical rich kid privilege. It was all on the person struggling, not the system that created it. “Okay, but clearly you never had to struggle financially or you wouldn’t be saying that. Jackass.”

[elegancewasted]

therelentless​:

{ OPEN.

“Why so many poor people? Why don’t they just get jobs?”

“Buddy, do you know how hard it is for some people to get by? I guess you don’t because you’ve never had to struggle.”

[elegancewasted]

“Care to spare a light?”

[elegancewasted]

zerfallen​:

elegancewasted​  ——  MICHAEL

Apparently the man had little idea of what he was talking about. He gave a small laugh before he took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the air. “It’s all right, man, don’t worry about it.” At least he got one thing right, the guy was in a band. That had to be worth a few points. “Ash kids? Kids that dress in black.” 

Michael smiled before outstretching a hand. “Michael, and you’d be right.”

                              ❝ I  see… ❞  Blixa  retained  a  slightly  confused  frown  at  the  expression  he  was  unfamiliar  with,  but  he  added  it  to  his  mental  dictionary  of  ‘ strange English phrases ’  to  remember  later.  He  took  a  drag  of  his  cigarette  and leaned  against  the  wall,  lanky  frame  propped  up  with  his  bony  shoulder.

                              ❝ Michael. ❞  He  echoed,  a  slight  sideways  smile  on  his  lips  as  he  reached  out  to  shake  the  other’s  hand,  far  more  daintily  than  his  appearance  would  suggest.  ❝  A  pleasure.  So,  what  do  you  play?  Are  you  also  a  musician  that  the… ash   kids  like? ❞  

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think my band’s music appeals to that scene.” Michael took another drag of his cigarette and let out a stream of smoke. “Guitar, mostly. A bit of piano, some drums, but the guitar is my pride and joy.” Countless hours he spent practicing until his fingers were ready to bleed, and it certainly paid off. 

[elegancewasted]

zerfallen​:

elegancewasted​  ——  MICHAEL

Michael smiled lop sidedly. “Sure, why the hell not?” After the day he had, he could use a drink, hell with his weak self control, he’d likely end up drunk before the night was over, and a raging hangover the following morning, but that was rock stardom, baby. “You’re welcome. Say, you look familiar. Aren’t you from one of those gothic bands that ash kids listen to?”

                              BLIXA  STARED  quizzically  at  him  as  he  lit  his  cigarette.  ❝ ❛Gothic❜  bands? ❞  He  wasn’t  entirely  sure  what  genre  of  music  his  group  qualified  as,  but  he  shook  his  head  and  exhaled  smoke  as  he  said,  ❝ No.  Just  a  band… ❞  Confusion  was  still  present  in  his  eyes  while  his  brain  temporarily  glitched  in  it’s  understanding  of  English.  Not  drunk  enough.  ❝ What  are  ❛ash  kids❜? I haven’t heard this saying before… Well  anyway,  it  doesn’t  matter.  I’m  Blixa.  And  you…? You  have  the  look  of  a  musician  too. ❞

Apparently the man had little idea of what he was talking about. He gave a small laugh before he took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the air. “It’s all right, man, don’t worry about it.” At least he got one thing right, the guy was in a band. That had to be worth a few points. “Ash kids? Kids that dress in black.” 

Michael smiled before outstretching a hand. “Michael, and you’d be right.”

[elegancewasted]

zerfallen​:

elegancewasted​   ——   MICHAEL

@zerfallen

Michael​ flicked his zippo and lit his cigarette before taking a long drag. It had been a rather strenuously busy day, full of photoshoots, interviews, and other shit. Much as he liked where he was and the fruits of his labour, he couldn’t deny it could be exhausting and any quiet alone time he got for himself was precious and well savoured. 

As he stood outside the small club, he noticed the other man and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “Want a light?”

                              BLIXA’S  LIGHTER  produced  nothing  but  useless  sparks  that  ignited  nothing  but  internal  rage.  His  comedown  was  making  him  agitated  anyway,  and  he  simply  longed  for  some  form  of  poison  to  absorb  into  his  deteriorating  body.  Good  fortune  smiled  upon  him  in  the  form  of  another  male  who’d  presumably  come  outside  to  temporarily  escape  the  wall  of  noise  from  the  club  as  well,  but  more  importantly  —  he  had  a  lighter.

                              ❝ Thanks, ❞  Blixa  said  as  he  approached,  and  he  leaned  against  the  wall, piercing  blue  eyes  studying  the  other.  ❝ You  look  like  you’ve  had  an  even  longer  day  than  I  have.  Buy  you  a  drink?  To  say…  ❛ thanks ❜… ❞

Michael smiled lop sidedly. “Sure, why the hell not?” After the day he had, he could use a drink, hell with his weak self control, he’d likely end up drunk before the night was over, and a raging hangover the following morning, but that was rock stardom, baby. “You’re welcome. Say, you look familiar. Aren’t you from one of those gothic bands that ash kids listen to?”

[elegancewasted]

@zerfallen

Michael​ flicked his zippo and lit his cigarette before taking a long drag. It had been a rather strenuously busy day, full of photoshoots, interviews, and other shit. Much as he liked where he was and the fruits of his labour, he couldn’t deny it could be exhausting and any quiet alone time he got for himself was precious and well savoured. 

As he stood outside the small club, he noticed the other man and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “Want a light?”

[elegancewasted]

starter caaaall.

[trashmemes]

MIDNIGHT MASS SENTENCE STARTERS   —   quotes pulled from the 2021 netflix limited series. feel free to make alternations.

i know i’m not who you expected to see this morning.

you aren’t a good person.

i loved you my whole life.

do you feel at peace?

i have absolutely no purpose at all.

look at us, back where we started.

god doesn’t love you more than anyone else.

i would go anywhere in the world with you.

it might come down to just minutes, maybe seconds.

everyone gets theirs wings clipped at some point.

i’m sorry that we never told you.

just tell me what you need.

don’t tell me what to do.

i’m sorry for what you’ve been through. i’m really, really sorry.

we don’t have to be afraid ever again.

you’re here and that is enough.

i’m not scared, not of you.

you never felt like a sin.

this isn’t the way. this is never the way.

i learned early there’s no point trying to stop you drinking.

he said to run.

it just felt too easy to leave, like i shouldn’t be able to just leave.

did it hurt you?

i never remember my dreams.

we made our choices.

i just need you to listen. can you promise me that?

everything has its season.

i’m tired of you lying to me!

our whole lives have been wasted.

it isn’t about us anymore.

that’s not how god works.

i forgive you.

forgive me.

i did my best.

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[thinkhutch]

Michael in Munich, January 1988

⠀📸 DPA, Alamy

[elegancewasted]

" yes, i think we’ve met before. "

SET YOURSELF ON FIRE SENTENCE STARTERS  —   lyrics pulled from the 2004 album by STARS. feel free to make alterations.

Michael lowered his glasses. "Have we? Sorry, kid, I don't recognize ya." Being a public figure, he met plenty of people and they all tended to blur into one blurry mass. Interactions were often short and sweet, not long and heavy.

[trashmemes]

SET YOURSELF ON FIRE SENTENCE STARTERS  —   lyrics pulled from the 2004 album by stars. feel free to make alterations.

god, that was strange to see you again.

yes, i think we’ve met before.

all of that time you thought i was sad, i was trying to remember your name.

i chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose.

live through this and you won’t look back.

there’s one thing i want to say, so i’ll be brave.

you were what i wanted.

i’m not sorry i met you.

i’m not sorry it’s over.

your face is all that hasn’t changed.

all i want is one more chance.

all i want is one more chance to show you you were right for me.

you were right for me.

i had six too many drinks last night.

i always wanted you.

you said you didn’t understand me.

let’s leave them all behind.

they hated us with everything they had, and we hated them in kind.

how could you do it?

yes, i am a ghost.

i loved you the most.

did i build you a prison?

please don’t let me go.

you can’t walk away from me.

i know a place where it’s warm and it’s dry, dear.

let me take you there.

don’t pretend that you don’t feel the pull.

i am trying to say what i want to say without having to say “i love you.”

i love you and it’s impossible to say.

take me like that, ruin it all.

please, my love, please.

i’ll kill who you hate.

take off that dress, you won’t freeze.

the end should be a good one.

outside, it was pouring and we were drunk as shit.

there is nothing like bare mattresses underneath the stairs.

i’ve got to ask you one more thing.

keep doing that forever.

i know, i feel the same way as you.

everyday, it’s changed since then.

in every way, i’ve changed since then.

what gives you the right to fuck with our lives?

keep watching your back.

tomorrow, it’s you and me.

we are here to save your life.

it terrifies you, but it’s real.

if i don’t come back, then i won’t look behind me.

all of the things that i thought were so easy just got harder and harder each day.

stay alive.

i dreamed i was dying.

i can’t live forever.

i’m alive.