HEDONIST

derek kaiser / hedonist / wytch / affiliated with shiverpg / portrayed by jane / nsfw 18+ / x points

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The twins are bored, not that it’s anything new for them to feel that way. They’ve long grown impatient waiting for the day that they can finally take over for their father and head to the big city and away from the smalls towns that they’ve grown accustomed to. There’s simply nothing new to see here, and there’s only so much training that one can do before they grow restless — and don’t even mention travel Instagrams, those only make it worse. It frequently feels as though everyone else is out there living their best lives and they’re stuck in a rut.

Aurelia’s nails click against the cafe’s table as she flips through various websites, making notes of the various sales and exclusive items that she wants to take advantage of. A sigh escapes her sister’s lips and she stops mid-scroll to look at her, head-tilted slightly as they silently agree on one thing: they need to find something to do. Looking around there wasn’t anyone interesting, at least not at first glance —- the twins had high standards to maintain, after all. It seemed Ophelia had different ideas however and before she could even protest the other was already standing up. Softly sighing, she made to follow her sister leaving behind their mess on the table.

‘Derek Kaiser. Twenty-two. Born and raised in Deadwood. President of Gamma Nu Alpha.’ The thoughts echo in their minds, both having started to give a report on just who they were approaching. Exchanging a set of amused grins, they continued their strides, moving so that they could approach him for both sides.

“Derek, darling. These chairs are free right?” Ophelia greeted, a seemingly demure grin spreading across her face and contrasting heavily with the seductive undertones of her words. Aurelia didn’t wait for an answer, moving to sit in the chair to the left of the man as her sister did the same on the other side.

“Wonderful. Tell us Derek,” she paused for effect, glancing at the other for a long moment before giving him a very slow once over. Shooting a seemingly impressed glance at her sister, she hid the disappointment in her thoughts. ‘average, boring.’ Leaning forward, she delicately rested her elbow on his sketchbook before placing her chin in her hand. “How are you doing?”

When it came to a moral compass, Derek lacked - majorly. In his eyes, nothing he did mattered. He didn't care how it affected those around him, the only thing on his mind was himself, and the outcome he could get for him. The only exception to one of many toxic traits was Valentino. Since they were children, he had viewed Val as family. The two did everything together, and the secrets they carried would no doubt stay with them long after they died. His loyalties didn't lay with anyone but himself, and Val. The love between them ran deep, intertwined in his blood as second nature. That connection meant that there was no way that Derek would let anyone else hurt him, and nor would he do anything to hurt him. He'd almost murdered boys before for laying their hands on Val, and he would continue doing so until he couldn't fight anymore, and then he would pay people to do it for him.

So when it came to the twins, he had no interest in interacting with them. Although a part of him had never truly trusted anything about them - he couldn't explain why something about them just seemed untrustworthy. Perhaps it was because they reminded him a bit too much of himself. And the twin telepathy thing always creeped him out, also. Now - he understood his brother was no saint, seeing both of them. Though, all parties were consenting, and so he saw no flaw in that. But Val's interest wandered outside of the twins, so he couldn't say it was the twin's interest others were what upset him. He didn't trust the twins with Val. It made him uneasy knowing the three were intimately connected, he was vulnerable to them. He didn't like it.

The undertones of seduction hadn't missed him. He recognized it, acknowledged it, but didn't act on it. Even if Val was not committed to these two, they were still apart of his list of girls, and that was a list he would not venture into. He had more respect than that. "Morning, Aurelia, Ophelia." He greeted, offering up a casual, charming grin. He was upholding the friendly, carefree facade he kept on the daily. It was only inside where the thoughts turned sour. While he had been actively seeking out interactions with others to try to find some source of amusement, he didn't have any desire to the attention the twins might bring him. He didn't know what it was about them, but it tugged at all the wrong spots of the dark parts of his brain. Part of him half feared his mask would drop, and the demon would be exposed. If he so much as gave them a glimpse into the volatile reality of his personality, the whole world would find out within moments.

Piercing eyes lift to sit on the two in front of him. For a moment, he wonders what brought them to his table. Out of all the ones in the room, of all the people scattered about and the options of merely leaving and seeking out others' presence, why him? They had to be looking for something. Perhaps, like him, they were in the mood for some entertainment, the ache of boredom settling into their bones. "What are you two delights doing on this lovely day?"

[surrealist-lyricist]

Nightmare - Halsey

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[vampyressa-thyone]

People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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We became inseparable. Like an illness.

Fleur Jaeggy, tr. by Gini Alhadeff, from “I Am The Brother of XX: Stories,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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@skeletonites​

When it came to the people he kept around him, the names were very, very few. He'd discovered quite quickly as a child that letting people too close would eventually ruin the facade of innocence and manners that he'd spent years building to hide the horns hidden beneath his black locks. Keen on protecting in the angel's skin until it was time for his demon to come to life. He supposed though that the time would likely never come around; there was so much fun in the way people reacted when the monster shed it's pretty skin and showed its true form; marvelous under the moonlight. Their confusion fed into all of his dark desires and left him filling more fulfilled than it did when he went after people who already knew he wasn't someone to mess with. Perhaps that was why he was such good friends with Valentino, the two of them always finding the best ways to create chaos together.

Derek never really felt the need to hide his true identity away from Val. No, not in entierty. Although their darkness was far from being the same, he saw part of in Valentino. Once he was hit with a few chaotic heartbreaks, the boy could be much the same as him. Of course, he never revealed the length of the evil in his veins; he didn't necessarily hide it either. If asked about it, he would gladly whisper about how he'd murdered man after man, how some of the faces on missing person posters around the time had been his doing. After all - it wasn't hard for him to do. He was physically and mentally capable, and any cop that came his way left believing whatever story he spun. He'd use that gift he had to get Val out of any trouble he got himself into, too. Something he would only do for those he kept close, frankly, he wasn't even sure if he'd help his father if the law came knocking on their door. He didn't feel a need to protect him, knew they had access to fantastic lawyers, and his father was capable of handling himself. But Val? He had to defend him, one way or another.

He'd showed up on the boy's doorstep uncalled for more times than he could count. He hardly thought Valentino would think anything of it when he did, it was just apart of the friendship at this point - or so he supposed. So when the door finally opens, and his self-chosen brother opened the door, he greeted him with the fullest, most sinister smile he could muster. His hand raised and slapped down on the others shoulder, tilting his head back a little bit.

"You in the mood for some chaos, brother?"

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when : sunday 5:02 PM where : somewhere ??? the boy just runs around he could be anywhere who : open!!

Deadwood had always been boring through his eyes. Although his life was anything but, he was one of few in the town that could easily find something to distract him for a few hours without having to put much effort into it. With his looks, his charm, and that handy little ability of his, he could talk his way into anywhere he wanted, do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Of course, he guessed it was a bit of a spoiled brat thing to do to believe that he could frankly get away with anything, but he'd only proved himself right over and over again. If something worked, why not continue abusing it? He'd been giving the gift of coercion on purpose after all; Satan had smiled upon him and granted him something that would make him entirely unstoppable.  Although, in a sense, he wasn't invincible. A good punch still hurt, and he couldn't correctly use his powers when he couldn't speak, which is where his father's violent upbringing came in handy. Derek knew how to throw a punch long before most kids, or he'd guess as much. He didn't know how healthy families worked.

He'd woken up with an itch for chaos. And it was God's day, wasn't it? If there was a better day to turn the world into his playground of sins, he didn't know when it was. So he'd dressed as best he could for a casual outing and took to the streets. Sharp eyes darted from one thing to another, never keeping his attention on one thing too long. If he became too distracted, he might miss a chance to stir the pot. His father had some jobs lined up for him, and he had no problem going after people in broad daylight; cocky as can be, he was well aware that he would never get any backlash from it. But his father had more caution than him, always did, he said it was how he got as far in life as he did, but Derek? He wanted to do things his way, on his time, and his time was whenever he felt like it. Beating someone until they gave into doing whatever he wanted would've been much more entertaining than strolling the streets looking for some fun.

His usual group was off doing their own thing, or so he guessed. He hadn't heard from Valentino or Alexander since the night before,  meaning he was left on his own to seek out entertainment. He'd even gone as far as scrolling through the endless amount of numbers in his phone, all girls who had fallen for a flash of pearly whites and a few sweet honey-dipped words. Their fragile expectation of love was fun to play with, the girls he preyed on all touch-starved intimacy craving girls who he could twist in ways most didn't think imaginable. If he were a better man, he'd feel bad for the terrible things he said, the terrible things he'd get them to do, to believe. But from the day he'd been born, he'd been a black stain on the world, only there to make people suffer. Maybe in another lifetime, he hadn't been that way - perhaps in another life, he was made this way, an explanation as to why the foul need for pain and destruction sat in his veins. It wasn't like it randomly appeared one day, as far back as he could remember, he had these tendencies to hurt, directly or indirectly, and to watch things crumble. He'd been doing exactly that since the moment he was born, starting with the death of his mother, and the list of people who died because of him only continued to grow the more he did.

And yet, none of the names on his phone interested him. He wanted someone new to play with, or maybe someone old that he hadn't toyed with yet. His mind left undecided; he was left wandering aimlessly. Usually, something would present itself after awhile. There was always something; the town was full of creatures of all kinds that he found interesting to observe, so even without a plan in mind, it was alright to wander; he didn't mind it.

His eyes landed on a cafe. The inside was packed, and upon entering, his ears were met with the hustle and bustle of the workplace, hushed voices communicating all around him. Some tables had groups, chatting and laughing, and others had just the one customer, on their phones or their laptops, sipping at their drinks. If nothing else, he could work on some art. So he'd ordered a black coffee and made his way to a seat by the window, placed his phone down, and pulled up a reference picture for a tiger. He reached into the bag he kept on him most of the time and withdrew a sketchbook and some pens, and went to work.

If he were lucky, someone worth his time would be drawn to the aesthetic he presented.

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