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ahaha... hey... twirls hair...
i want to feel the pain and the bitter taste of the blood on my lips, again.
ind. pri. sel. personal/headcanon-based interpretation of a man with many names, but primarily goes by DALLAS. wrangled by west. he/they, 26.
might make a multi.... much 2 consider
Kieran Culkin as Roman Roy SUCCESSION (2018—)
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the sword feels comfortable in his hand, and with only the flick of verity's wrist does another tribute fall before him. caesar flickerman lets out a laugh at the screen behind him before turning back to the camera.
❝ turns out our favorite rose has thorns too! ❞
pulls his hoodie over his head :/
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
“Did it hurt?“ “No, I don’t know. I don’t remember, really.” “You don’t want to talk about it?” “I don’t know. I’ve never really talked about it…to doctors, but not to anyone else. You’re the first person who’s asked.“
Ordinary People (1980) dir. Robert Redford
DON'T YOU GO TREDGING UP THE CROCIGATOR DISCOURSE FROM LAST NIGHT.
sorry i can't hear you over the sound of you thinking crocs and gators are the same animal
the benefits of killing you are i would get pushed way less.
DON'T YOU GO TREDGING UP THE CROCIGATOR DISCOURSE FROM LAST NIGHT.
sorry i can't hear you over the sound of you thinking crocs and gators are the same animal
MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISM GUIDE
EYES: avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking
HANDS: clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by
MOUTH: chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused
LEGS: bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs criss crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps
HAIR: runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face
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✅ tortured by Voices
✅ cursed by god
✅ small waist
✅ criminal record
✅ died once
Diagnosis: babygirl
C://@tracksdown/downloads/prompt.zip >> [ ASSURE ]: sender quietly reassures the receiver that everything’s okay while they’re hugging one another.
static filling your head, the grainy, flickering, slow motion film of a nightmare playing out before you: location compromised by an armed assailant, white hot panic rising to his throat like bile, and he chokes, chokes, chokes; a distant voice in his ear, trying to grab his attention; the gleam of aluminum in his peripheral. the film speeds up when gloved fingers find and curl around the handle, taking a brief second to note the weight before tightening his grip. frames blur together at the whoosh of a swing; the sickening crack as bat meets skull. assailant fallen, prone; twitching fingers barely have a chance to reach for their fallen weapon before boot meets wrist. another whoosh; crack; whoosh; crack; the final, gurgling breaths of his your assailant.
there’s that distant voice again, calling out to you as you flick blood from the aluminum bat in your grasp. you numbly note the light splatters on your hoodie. you can already feel your skin crawling. that had been too easy. that had been too easy. why was it so easy why
‘ ramy, i know you’re in there. ‘
taking refuge in his bathroom, one hand keeping his hair out of his face while the other grips the toilet bowl as he retches.
‘ if you don’t answer me in the next ten seconds, i’m comin’ in. ‘
‘ fuck off, ‘ ramy chokes.
whoosh, crack. whoosh, crack.
he blinks once, twice. dully notes the sound of the door opening and closing, quiet footsteps going through the living area and to the small kitchen. cupboard opening, closing. faucet running. ramy tenses when he hears the footsteps in the hall, getting closer to the bathroom-
back to the wall, knees to his chest, bloodshot eyes finally lifting to see dallas standing in the doorway with a glass of water. ‘ thought i told you to fuck off. ‘
‘ you did. never said i was a good listener. ‘ a pause, then, ‘ mind if i sit? ‘
rather than responding, ramy pushes himself to his feet and brushes past dallas, shuffling back the living room with a flat ‘ i don’t need a fuckin’ babysitter, dal. ‘
film stutters again, the crack of bone echoing in his skull as he makes his way to the couch, knees once more drawn to his chest as he presses himself into the corner. it’s not long before dallas joins him. he can feel his eyes on him, observing, probing, trying to glean anything from expressionless eyes. a long stretch of silence, of watching and waiting and hoping, and then, ‘ i gotta be honest with you, man. i’unno why i took kestrel’s offer. ‘
tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. dallas sitting up, brows furrowed, choosing his words carefully, ‘ i don’t think you mean that. the alternative would’a been much worse. ‘
‘ would it, though? i mean, really? ‘ a shaky laugh. ‘ if i had really thought about what i was getting myself into - ‘
‘ don’t say it. ‘
‘ - i think i woulda just let kestrel kill me. ‘ and there it is: a weight lifted from his chest, almost as a matter of confession. forgive me father, for i have sinned . . . ‘ look me in the eye and tell me that folding then and there would'a been worse, dallas. ‘
dallas opens and closes his mouth, searching for an answer that wouldn’t sound selfish, for something he doesn’t think he has right now. rather than speaking, the texan pulls ramy to his chest in a tight hug.
the tears finally come, red hot but not quite angry. lost, perhaps. tired. ‘ i’unno why i thought i could do this, dallas, ‘ he sobs. ‘ ‘cause i can’t. i fucking can’t. ‘
dallas’ hold on ramy tightens as he rubs small circles on his back. ‘ it’s gonna be okay. listen to me, kiddo, it’s all gonna be okay. i promise. you’re gonna be okay. ‘
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he’s from baltimore