darkness.

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WE BEGIN THE HUMAN GAME

independent, private, selective nicholas ryves from the demon’s lexicon est 14.07.17 / written by nik

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≻ ⭑*。 WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE ALMOST HUMAN?

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≻ ⭑*。 WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE ALMOST HUMAN?

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makin icons like

“um.”

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griefdefined:

       ❛  shit,  yeah——  yeah,  must’ve been.  ❜     he lies,  and unconvincingly so.  it wasn’t a butt-dial.  samson never accidentally called grey,  there was always a reason,  that reason usually being that he simply wanted to know that the other was there.  that he could still reach him.  it gave samson a great deal of comfort. this time, however, he’d been unable to get his words out,  and hung up after a long period of silence,  afraid that he was going to embarrass himself.  cheeks were now tinted red at the idea of grey possible sensing the obvious truth.  it shouldn’t take him by surprise that his ex showed up at his door,  yet it does.  and he finds himself swallowing down thickly before pulling the door open further,  exposing a messy dorm-room.   ❛  you wanna come in for a bit,  since you’re here  ??  it’s a bit of a mess,  but…  i-i can tidy up a bit.  ❜    

        i’m glad you’re okay.      there isn’t much more to say beyond that,  but he doesn’t mind.   the notebook gives him permission to be short;  if it has no other benefits,  that’s enough.   grey elects to ignore the other’s flushed cheeks,  only nodding to the offer to enter.   the mess doesn’t bother him  ------  that is,  it doesn’t turn him away from the room.   he’s inside the room and moving things a moment later,  neatening up the bed.   it’s probably more habit than actual desire to see things neat,  but he doesn’t mind helping.   the bottom edge of the sheets are folded into tight hospital corners,  creating the beginning of a military-style covering.

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griefdefined:

open to mutuals.

         ❛   what’re you doin’ here  ??   ❜    

        he came because he can’t stay away;  he’s here because there’s nowhere he’d rather be.   all things he can’t quite say.      you called me and didn’t say anything.   i was worried.    i guess it was a butt-dial.      grey offers the ghost of a smile to accompany his written words, notebook turning towards the other.

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  i  only  wanted  to  lie  with  my  hands  turned  up  and  be  UTTERLY  EMPTY.  how  free  it  is,  you  have  no  idea  how  free  ——  the  PEACEFULNESS  is  so  big  it  dazes  you,  and  it  asks  nothing.  (  s.p.  )

                                                    samson  stilinski  /  original  character  /  penned  by  gigi.

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um who wants to stop me from joining another rpg

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ok but it’s 23:50 on a sunday night why tf are the neighbours still partying 

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thx to @trageidies i took the time to find a vine that describes grey and here it is

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ok please here’s a starter call while i fix my tags to represent grey’s new m ain verse 

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vaultstolen:

her  hand  is  already  instinctively  moved  forward  ,  but  he  doesn’t  hurt.  eyes  cast  down  to  the  wound  instead  ,  a  short  second  of  hesitation  before  she  pulls  her  hand  back  to  her  chest.  she  wishes  she  didn’t  feel  pain  ,  how  lucky  can  he  be.      ❝    do  you  want  me  to  …  wrap  it  then  ?  it’s     –––    bad.    ❞

        he  could  say  no  ,  do  it  himself  later  ------  but  she  knows  pain  and  is  probably  aware  of  how  tight  a  bandage  can  go.  no  matter  how  careful  he  is  ,  he  always  manages  to  give  himself  bruises  around  all  his  injuries  from  wrapping  it  too  tightly.  after  a  moment  of  thought  he  gives  a  nod  ,  extending  his  injured  arm  to  her.  bullets  never  bothered  him  much  ,  but  he  understands  that  it  looks  bad.

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 and  alastair,  at  the  end  of  every  day  –  every  one  –  he  would  come  over,  and  he  would  make  me  an  offer:  to  take  me  off  the  rack  if  i  put  souls  on.  if  i  started  the  torturing.    and  every  day,  i  told  him  to  stick  it  where  the  sun  shines.  FOR  THIRTY  YEARS,  i  told  him:  but  then  i  couldn’t  do  it  anymore,  sammy;    i  couldn’t.  and  i  got  off  that  rack.  GOD  HELP  ME:  i  got  right  off  it,  and  i  started  ripping  them  apart.  i  lost  count  of  how  many  souls.

 how  i  feel,  this   …  inside  me  …      i  wish  i  couldn’t  feel  anything,  sammy.  i  wish  i  couldn’t  feel  a  damn  thing.  [cr.]

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vaultstolen:

OPEN  TO  MUTUALS  !

“    let  me  take  your  pain.    ”

        he  glances  to  the  wound  and  then  back  to  her  ,  shaking  his  head  as  a  hand  moves  to  write  in  his  notebook.      it  doesn’t  hurt.  i  don’t  feel  pain.      there’s  a  pause  as  he  thinks  over  what  to  write  next  ,  brows  slightly  furrowed  in  contemplation  ,  before  he  adds  one  sentence  more.      thank  you  ,  though.

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fuck if i’m going to start making icons i need to .. um .. start making icons

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i fixed all my names everywhere idk 

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