Lexiconophilist

Logomancy is a funny little word, and it's the only word you need to know about me. Words have power like that.

[sstayawake]

something I like: books

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definesociopath:

{ Similarly, Phoenix has never actually been ‘adopted’. 

From an early age, the brunet had life made — at least until the signs of a mental illness were openly exploited. And from there on out, she was forced to walk through Hell in order to cope. Her parents? Enraged with the notion of genetics taking its toll on their daughter. Her ‘gift’ - combined with the undesirable side effects of her diagnosis after her eighteenth birthday - made things much worse. 

After a while, she cracked.

Consistently in and out of a plethora of institutions, yet always finding some outlet to escape. 

She hadn’t expected to cross paths with Scamp, let alone bond in a manner that had long since been ignored. But maybe ‘bond’ was the wrong word; the pair didn’t even know one another’s name. Nevertheless, there was a connection. There was familiarity. He was just like her, from the unkempt appearance to the distasteful or indifferent outlook on anything he was presented with. Her soulmate.

One true partner in crime. } 

Yeah? What ‘bout this shirt? S’yours, innit?

Nice fit. Didn’t know you wore women’s clothin’.

I wear wha'ever fuckin' fits. Don' really care 'bout wha' gender-specific part o' K-Mart it comes from. Tha' said, good as it looks on you--I don' reckon it smells any better than y'do righ' now, luv. Wouldn' keep it on too long if I were you. [ A pause. ] Or do--If y'reek good an' proper an' muss up y'hair a bit more we can maybe get away with lookin' homeless an' steal some o' the donated clothes from a shelter or somethin'. If not, it's back to Walmart an' their "all time low" pricin', an' their generous sizes, an'-- Jesus fuck, jus' thinkin' 'bout the people at Walmart makes me wan' to t'shoot meself in the head already. [ Some people liked to people-watch at places Walmart. They found it entertaining, fun, like gawking at zoo animals only much more cruel and inhumane. While not nice or humane, Nate's not someone who's ever taken interest in zoo's. Or people. Watching them only served to fuel his boredom and misanthropy. Plus everyone who worked at Walmart looked force fed happiness and to Nate that notion was truly terrifying. ] 

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE - Name:  Nate Hessler - Eye Color: Plain ol' brown - Hair Style/Color: Shaggy birdnest of brown curls - Height: 5’10" - Clothing style: Jeans, T-shirts, sweaters--Jus' fuckin' clothes, really. - Best physical feature: Owl eyes, I s'pose. 

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE - Your fears: Contradict me wants strongly.  - Your guilty pleasure: I don' feel guilty 'bout anythin' - Ambitions for the future: 'M not a real ambitious thing. I'd like to die though, eventually.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS - Your first thoughts waking up: Fuck - What you think about most: How much I fuckin' hate society - What you think about before bed: Sleepin' - You think your best quality is: Me contagious charm an' sunny disposition.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? - Single or group dates: Don't. - To be loved or respected: I literally do not fuckin' care either way. - Beauty or brains: Eh.  - Dogs or cats: Cats.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU. - Lie: No, never in me life, 'M a fuckin' boyscout. Obviously. - Believe in yourself:  Wha', like my existence as a livin' bein'? Wha' the fuck else is there in "meself" to fuckin' believe in? - Believe in love: Aye. It's a thing. - Want someone: Everyone does eventually.

LAYER SIX: EVER? - Been on stage: No - Done drugs: Aye - Changed who you were to fit in: Do I look like a bloke who "fits in"?

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES - Favorite color: Red - Favorite animal: Owls - Favorite movie: 'M indifferent. An' insulted there's nothin' in 'ere on fuckin' books.  - Favorite game: Killin' people in me head. 

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- Day your next birthday will be: November 26th - How old will you be: Twenty-four - Age you lost your virginity: Seventeen - Does age matter: Well y'don' wan' t'be caught with your knickers down in fron' o' a 13 year ol' girl, now d'you?

[hxcfairyhasmoved]

[rickgrimeshappens]

[stifled-soul]

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"No." My muse whispers as he straight up walks away. "But the replies." I whisper, pointing desperately at them. "No." He repeats, exiting the building.  

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[ Nate's never actually adopted someone before. He didn't know it was actually something that you could do to people until Nix collided into his life like a two ton truck does with an innocent opossum trying to cross the road. Now here we was. He felt like he could introduce her like those crazy pet people do their own beloved pets. "I didn't adopt her, she adopted me. It was her eyes man, they knew something? How could I possibly just leave her on the side of the road when she looked at me like that?" It was disgusting. Still, here he was hauling her across the country with sights set on Chicago with his three pets like she was one of them. Maybe it's because she acted just like him. Made her easy to get along with. Maybe he missed company but didn't want to go through the trouble of having to be mildly agreeable to keep it so she was an easy solution. Or maybe he just liked her. ]

  We shoul' probably invest in some proper clothes f'you. Y'startin' to reek, y'know.  

[other-wordly]

pronunciation | “ne-me-‘siz-m

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themephistopheles:

“So, what you are - is the very definition of average,”

He laughs. Oh he can’t help it. The stronger the person in front of him, the more headstrong, the more determined - the more that they catch and keep his attention, the more apt he is to relax and enjoy their company. He was, afterall, drawn to the potential and the power, and the attitude of a person.

“But hate me, please. It’s been ages since I’ve had a person honestly hate who I am. If you can muster that much emotion, and I’ll be surprised if you can,” he says. His tone is deprecating, as if he never cared for anyone, but there’s humor in his eyes just the same. If it’s not a good spar, then it’s banter. He blames the Clansmen. They rubbed off on him, and not always in the best of ways. 

“Not that you care - but - Ezra Lords. Indifferent asshole who is as likely to forget your name as you are to forget mine.” 

'M not much for forgettin' things, mate. Jus' not carin' 'bout them. --An' hate's jus' 'bout the only emotion I can readily muster at the drop o' a hat, so you're in luck there aren' you? [ It's true too. There's a change in his demeanor, a little fluster of passion behind those dull owl eyes. Because it's so easy for him to hate. For him to want the worst for someone. It's that anger always roasting in the pit of his stomach that's climbing up and infecting his heart, pumping through his bloodstream until that fire spreads through his body. ] 'Andsome bloke like yeself woul' look jus' nifty with your face smashed in. [ Nate's an average guy by his own description, but he sure as fuck gets real insane real fast. ] Proper smashed. Lot's o' flesh against flesh, y'know? Fist meetin' face until both are bleedin' bad an' bones are smashed in. Maybe kicking it in with all me might--Grabbin' a brick an' smashin' it up 'till I can't recognize you anymore. Great way to relieve stress, I 'eard, an' wha' with livin' in a city an' all 'M a properly stressed out bloke.  

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themephistopheles:

Was I insulting your mother or the sheep your father fucked? I’m having a hard time figuring out if you’re talking or if you’re one of the many sheep trying to wear the black wool and call themselves anarchists and revolutionaries. 

You’re mistaking what I’m doing. I don’t care if I tear down your esteem or not. If I cared, that would mean I thought you had worth. I’m calling that into question and have been since the first thing you said to me. 

[ooc: i’m-sorry-i’m sorry-I’m sorry —- I swear, he’s … no he’s often like this to everyone, but honestly, he makes friends through this. Somehow. I get to leave work in like… twenty minutes. I apologize for his snark still ><; Hi. I’m K. I’m not a snarky bitch. Erm. I don’t think. ] 

Lemme make this easy for you, luv. Since y'seem to be strugglin'. 'M not a black sheep, or a revolutionary, I am 'n anarchist but tha's mainly because I can' tolerate people in general, but especially can' tolerate them when they're in authority. 'M not worth anything,  don' do anythin' worth while, 'M not gonna change the worl' an' 'M not gonna let anythin' change mine. 'M not likeable, 'm not particularly great at anything, 'M pretty average in the sack, 'M fairly good lookin' but I shite all over tha' takin' 'orrid care o' meself. I don' particularly like meself, but it's okay because 'M inevitably gonna 'ate you more. An' worse yet I literally give lil' to no shites 'bout jus' about anythin' in the worl'. 'M a useless husk o' wasted potential tha' eats, sleeps, fucks, an' leaves an' is jus' full o' indifference.  Which is basically jus' sayin' that you've already lost 'ere, babe.  But good on you f'tryin'. 

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themephistopheles replied to your post: Then judge. Your views on my likes, dislikes,...

Hilarious. Equally funny are the judgmental assholes that should have been nothing more than a stain on the bed. Or car seat. Or wherever you were conceived.

Ooo~ Now we're gettin' nasty. Go ahead an' call me mum a slag while we're at it, that'll be all kinds o' fired up. Jus' remember luv--I judge because I 'ave super 'igh self esteem an' jus' love meself, an' so attackin' me ego is the quickest way to defeat me.  Especially how I was conceived 'cause a lotta me self worth is based on jus' how me parents fucked in order t'make me. 

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onemoreunhappysoul:

And that? That would be a Scouse accent.

It takes Mason by surprise, as he hadn’t expected to run into another Englishman. A nice change of pace, actually, after being surrounded by people and things all so American.

“Oi, Liverpool! Do I fuckin’ look like a fucker who reads?” His own accent is thick too, but from London.

A fit bloke, this one. Not that Mason usually notices attractive fellows (not that it’s unheard of, either). Bloody hell, he hopes this isn’t the bloke on his post-it note.

Y'don' 'ave to look like anythin' t'be someone who reads y'dumb mook. Almos' everyone in the states an' UK who's made it past the 5th fuckin' grade knows 'ow to read, an' after tha' it's jus' a matter o' fuckin' doin' it. There's no particular shape, no particular size, no particular look. Readin' is jus' readin' an' people jus' fuckin' do it. If y'not interested in doin' it because you're a fuckin' brain dead idiot then you're in the wrong fuckin' store now aren' you? [ Nate's well known by frequent costumers for his sunny disposition and boyish charm. And yeah, being rather fit for someone so sour. Even if he's half starved with messy hair and sunken in eyes like he is right now. Someone who's entranced in his own world that certainly isn't here, and gets grumpy as hell when he has to pay attention to this boring one. Artist man, they're weird. ] 

[needlekind]

sweet fuckin christ luke

[razzledazzy]

truly an inspiration 

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definesociopath:

So I’ve heard.

{ She takes another slow pull from the cigarette, momentarily entranced by the raw taste of tobacco as it filters through and into her lungs. Contrary to the impression she had given, Phoenix isn’t much of a conversationalist.

At least she has her moments of clarity. They’re short and few in between—but they happen. } 

Maybe if I actually took you for a man, that might’ve been a little more clear. Maybe if I gave a shit about you, what you like, what you don’t like, what you’re interested in and what you’re not, I wouldn’t be here. 

Did that ever occur to you?

{ ‘Home’ — a word that held no meaning, but forevermore catching the blond’s attention. }

My place is nearby. Come on, Scramp. Walk a lady home.

I already tol' you 'M an artist--Tha' already disqualifies me from having real, manly balls by any stretch o' the imagination, so y'not takin' me for a man is perfectly understandable. --Point o' the matter is I don' care, an' if y'don' care then we're both equally not carin' so the conversation gets to end here. No foul, no harm, no friends. [ Nate turns to retrieve his coat and leave, pausing at the demand to walk the girl home. Coat bundled up in one hand, and the other on the door handle he finds it in himself to turn around and make his way back over to her again. Driven by suspicion. ]   Y'tellin' me tha' a tramp like you actually has a home near 'ere? You? [ There's a squint, harsh and suspicious as Nate traces his eyes over the girl again. This feels like a trap, and if Nate gets mugged by a girl who weighs all of 98 lbs he's gonna hate himself a bit--But at the same time she did get him on not judging a book by its cover earlier. ] ... Aye, fine--But y'keep up or get lost because 'M not laggin' behin' waitin' for your skinny arse to catch up. I don' you any chivalry jus' because you have a snatch.

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Then judge. Your views on my likes, dislikes, lifestyle and anything that I'm connected to - isn't something that will effect me. I'd apologize, but - quoting something else - frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

Sometimes I forget how fuckin' funny y'sauve bastards tend t'be.