I will burn you.

Dakota Matovich... Don't get too close. || 19 || PTSD & Self Harm || I play with fire

[jcongguuk]

Starting Anew || Ace & Open

[jcongguuk]

This smirk of his seemed to grow in size, before it’d turned into a grin. He’d manoeuvred the pick to the side of his mouth, as his hands tucked idly within his pockets. “Princess is out, then. How about Doll? Does that work better for you?” He’d questioned, and settled his eyes upon the other. Now he could properly play with her. “Are you sure he’s here for you? Looks to me he’d rather have a piece of this than bother himself with someone so uptight. No, no, I’m good right here.”

[messed-up-dakota]

Hazel eyes narrowed at the male. “Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned.” She stated simply. Dakota inspected the male thoroughly, trying to find what was so familiar about him. “Did you just call me ‘doll?’” She backed up a step, her brows furrowing.

[jcongguuk]

Starting Anew || Ace & Open

[jcongguuk]

The voice that uttered the guidance, was the very same one that caused the male to smirk. It was just a slight curve, but it showed of his amusement to all those whom glanced upon it. “Thanks, Princess.” He’d uttered, bringing a toothpick to his lips, so his teeth had something to do. This vessel seemed to have a need to use his mouth for something. He’d seen it before in disorders, and now it was just an annoyance. He’d glanced over to the Security Guard she seemed to have a staring match with, and only then did his eyebrow raise. “If you’re not going to tap that, maybe I should. I don’t fancy having your loose pickings.”

[messed-up-dakota]

The woman whipped her head around, locks of raven-black hair flying around her face and behind her back and shoulders. There was a certain fire in her eyes that sparked at the pet name. “Don’t call me ‘princess.’” She growled. There was only one person she knew of that she’d let call her by any name, and this boy certainly was not him. “Besides, I’m not going to tap that. He’s a fucking cunt that needs to leave me alone, like you. You wanted to know where the nurse’s station was, and I told you. Now fuck off.”

[jcongguuk]

Starting Anew || Ace & Open

Solitary confinement was always a fun vacation home for the man. Having recently left his old vessel to invade another, ever-likely the staff wasn’t amused by his antics. It mattered little, and now Ace had his old vessel on tap in his room. Now, he was strolling through the hallways. It occurred to him that nobody would recognise him off looks, which only meant one thing. Still, he’d now taken to leaning against the wall, as if to look like he’s struggling, his arm draped over his stomach. “U-uhm, excuse me… You don’t happen to know where the nurses office is, do you?”

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota tapped a pen against a notebook that she held in her hand. She stared down the hallway, eyes set o a security guard who had been keeping an eye on her after the bird incident. “Down the hall and to the left.” She responded blankly, eyes narrowing to the male down the hall from her. He had threatened to take her to iso, ever since seemingly following her every move. “If he’s going to do something, he should just do it already.” The woman murmured to herself, still staring down the guard.

[messed-up-dakota]

100 questions to invade my personal life

1. What's your middle name, and do you like it?

2. are you artistic?

3. Have you had your first kiss?

4. What is your life goal?

5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?

6. Do you play any sports?

7. What's your worst fear?

8. Who's your biggest inspiration?

9. Do you have any cool talents?

10. are you a morning person?

11. How do you feel about pet names?

12. Do you like to read?

13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.

14. Do you care about your follower count?

15. What's the best dream you've had?

16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?

17. Do you have any pets?

18. Are you religious?

19. Are you a people person?

20. Are you considered popular?

21. What is one of your bad habits?

22. What's something that makes you feel vulnerable

23. What would you name your children?

24. Who's your celebrity crush?

25. What's your best subject?

26. Dogs or cats?

27. most used social media besides tumblr?

28. best friends name

29. who does your main family consist of

30. Chocolate or sugar

31. have you ever been on a date?

32. Do you like rollercosters?

33. Can you swim?

34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?

35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder

36. Are your parents together?

37. What's your favourite colour?

38. What country are you from/do you live in?

39. Favourite singer?

40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?

41. Do you like dresses?

42. Favourite song right now?

43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

44. How old were you when you first got your period?

45. Have you ever shot a gun?

46. Have you ever done yoga?

47. Are you a horror girl?

48. Are you good at giving advice?

49. Tell us a story about your childhood.

50. How are you doing today?

51. Were you a cute kid?

52. Can you dance?

53. Is there anything you do that you can't remember ever not doing?

54. Have you ever dyed your hair?

55. What colour are your eyes?

56. What's your favourite animal?

57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?

58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

59. Do you have good friends?

60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?

61. What's your favourite class?

62. List all the tv shows you are watching.

63. Are you organized?

64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?

67. Which tv character do you relate to most?

68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?

69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?

71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?

72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?

73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?

74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?

75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?

77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?

79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?

80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence

81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?

82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?

83. How would you spend a billion dollars?

84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?

85. What motivates you to succeed?

86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?

87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?

88. Do you believe in life after death

89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?

90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?

91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?

92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?

93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?

94. What do you think happens after we die?

95. What would you do if you would be invisible?

96. What's something you can't do no matter how hard you try?

97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?

98. How did your first crush develop?

99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?

100. Do you live or do you just exist?

[lukas-thorne]

“Oh, yipee to me, I have to deal with people who pretend they’re stone cold.” The man had rolled his eyes, and released a huff of air. In reality, he wouldn’t be so high-strung, if it was earlier in the year. The notion of Halloween was causing the man to become gradually emotionally unstable. “And you’re just another patient. I suppose slicing and dicing you wouldn’t stop the world from spinning, either. Still another life, only smaller and seemingly less petty than your own.” He’d spoken distantly, as he peered over to the door to the Asylum. “Torture anything like that again, though, and I’ll do the same to you, only I’ll make it last longer. Do I make myself clear?”

[messed-up-dakota]

“Well, it’s easier than being a weakling in this place.” Dakota raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. She stood up, hands clenched over her arms, ready to call to her fire again if needed. The girl got inches away from the guard. “Crystal.” She pushed past the male and hummed as she walked towards the asylum.

[dr-samson-grove]

Confessional || Samson & *~*~*

[dr-samson-grove]

The therapist sighed a heaving breath only matched by someone who was already mentally finished with their current conversation. If there was something he hated about most patients, it was their insufferable need to extend petty talk with a need to come across as more intelligent than they actually were. “I don’t hold these to debate whether you matter or not, you may be surprised.” He spoke idly, and tapped the tips of his fingers over the file. “Again, I don’t hold these to debate as much. If you want to believe you’re that worthless, then that’s no skin off my nose. I do not get paid to give out false promises and kind words, though. So, if you want to get out of here as quickly as possible, follow procedure, or sit there like the spoilt child you are. I’d rather not throw a pity party during your stay, though.” He explained, as he rolled his eyes. “I don’t cure, that’s not my job. It’s not on my head to cure you, that’s down to you. I can’t wave my magic wand to tone down your PTSD now, can I?”

[messed-up-dakota]

“You just said, and I quote, ‘you’re just another statistic,’ implying that, in fact, we patients don’t actually matter. But, carry on.” Dakota sat back again, legs crossed. She chose to ignore his comment about her being spoiled, knowing arguing about it wouldn’t get them anywhere. “Then what purpose do you serve, exactly? Because, the way I see it, you’re just worthless body getting paid to listen to a bunch of crazies talk about their feelings, then you go off home and watch game shows, eat some pizza, and do it all again the next day.”

[jcongguuk]

@messed-up-dakota

It had been a day or two since the Psychopath had, more-or-less, butchered one of the patients and bled him dry. He’d since been thinking of a letter to produce, one he’d mentioned in a previous edition of the infamous series of Ace’s Ratchet Diary. He was only briefly at a loss for words, before he’d finally conjured something enough to attach to the body. He’d been laying a series of pranks for a variety of people he’d considered decent enough to spend time with, all to either mess with their minds, or make him grin.

This time was no different, as he’d hung the body directly from a door-frame. This person’s room, just so happened to belong to a person who seemed all too infatuated by him. He loved the attention, and so strived for more of it. The note, itself, had read:

The lady in red whom had awaited my arrival. The lady in red whom had laid and waited. The lady in red, whom was ever never-more beautiful. The lady in red, awaited upon a chance at newly-wed. The lady, whose white dress now so quaintly covered in that precious red… The lady in red, whom is no longer, anymore.

He’d left the surprise in her wake, and instead didn’t take the time to spot her reaction. His boredom was apparent. He’d tortured plentiful times as of late, particularly to a certain mute whom wandered the corridors. Though it wasn’t enough to bring amusement to the Demon. He wanted more. Despite his needs, he was lounged in the garden, against a climbing tree. The shade was a decent substitute to the stuffiness of the Asylum, and he laid, with a book thrown over his face, against the bark.

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota returned to her room after lunch, remnants of her sandwich still in her hand. She took another bite of her sandwich as she opened her door, a body crashing into her. A scream escaped her and she dropped her sandwich, nearly choking on the piece in her mouth. After regaining herself, she pushed past the corpse and shut her door so no one else could see. She inspected the body up and down before finding a note attached to it. A small chuckle left her body as she read the poem. Folding the piece of paper and shoving it in her bra, the teen focused on the body hanging in her room. 

Now knowing that it was actually a creepy gift from her favorite psychopath, a wide smile formed on Dakota’s face. She decided to remove it and put it in the tub, closing her bathroom door so no wandering eyes could see. After that, she made her way around the asylum, looking for Ace. All the while, she thought about his little gift and note. Surely, it was a way to show some sort of affection towards her without actually outright saying so, since he had, of course, mentioned that demons couldn’t feel love and affection the same way humans could. So, this was a substitute.

She spotted the demon out in the garden, laying in a tree. She used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up to the male resting between leaves of red and gold. Fall was on it’s way, and quickly. That meant Halloween was near, and that meant that the two could go around and torture people even more than before. “I have to say, you’ve really outdone yourself, love. I don’t think I’ve ever received a nicer gift.”

[lukas-thorne]

“Could’ve tried harder, couldn’t you?” He’d spoken idly. Dark eyes followed the gesture her hand made, but he otherwise ignored it. Unless he was getting something out of an interaction, he had a tendency to keep his distance. “I’ll need some proof, otherwise you’re just showing to me that you haven’t really grown out of anything, other than basic human decency. Such a shame.” For his own temper, he’d chosen to keep his eyes from the deceased bird, to instead focus on taming himself. “Oh, so you’re following a crowd? How nice of you. Tell you what, you can follow the crowd even further, by going to solitary. Oh my, that sounds like a ton of fun!”

[messed-up-dakota]

“Probably. But, I don’t care that much.” Dakota raised a brow at his next statement, but said nothing. She knew if she brought up anything about her abusive childhood, she wouldn’t get sympathy. It’s not like she wanted sympathy, anyway, but she knew that in reality, nobody here really gave a shit. In this place, you could be suffering from cancer and nobody would even spare you a glance. “Do as you wish, but it’s not going to change anything. It was one little bird, I don’t think the world will stop spinning because of it.”

[dr-samson-grove]

Confessional || Samson & *~*~*

[dr-samson-grove]

“I wouldn’t use the word special, in all honesty. You, though, fit the criteria of special.” It was a form of insult, without outright insulting. His mind often worked like that, when addressing his patients. “I’m just forewarning you, like I do with everyone else. You may be special, but you’re just another statistic.” He’d spoken calmly, before looking over her diagnosis once more. “So, your most defining disorder here, is PTSD. Do you feel, since your last session here, that your state of mind has improved at all?”

[messed-up-dakota]

The teen merely chuckled at the half-assed insult, having heard far worse in her lifetime. “That’s really all we are, aren’t we? Just names and a list of problems on a piece of paper. In the end, we don’t really matter, no matter how much everyone tells us otherwise.” A small smirk played on her lips, a sort of poker face to hide whatever needed to be hidden. With a tilt of her head, she responded to the male’s question. “What do you think? I was abused and raped most of my life and then sent here to quote-en-quote, ‘get better.’ If you ask me, therapy is just bullshit. We all say we’re getting better when in reality, we’re not. We’re putting on our happy faces and pretending so we can get out of this rat hole.” She leaned closer to the doctor, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on her knee. “Tell me, how many patients have you actually ‘cured’?”

[dr-samson-grove]

Confessional || Samson & *~*~*

[dr-samson-grove]

Samson would be a liar if he said he didn’t anticipate a hard time. As much walked through the door, and left him immediately drained. The tip of his tongue ran over his bottom lip, as his head rested upon the heel of his hand. He was sure that after this session, it’d follow to be a very long day. Regardless, he carelessly opened the file to allow his hazel eyes to skim over the notes left by her previous therapist. 

“You say that as if you’re a special child.” He uttered clearly, his tone lazed as he finally spared a glance upwards to her as she sat down. His tongue snapped against the roof of his mouth. “You can either cooperate with me and be done with this quickly, or you can oppose me and risk the chance of me keeping you in here until I’m satisfied with this session. I’ll leave that choice up to you, it’s no skin off my nose.”

[messed-up-dakota]

“Who says I’m not? Isn’t everyone special in there own way?” As the male clicked is tongue, the girl rested her hands on her legs. “Who said I wasn’t going to cooperate with you? I simply said that I tried skipping, not that I would cause more of a fuss.”

[lukas-thorne]

An eyebrow raised sharply, as he watched the girl. A precious moment of frustration had washed over him before he’d cast his eyes elsewhere for but a moment. It didn’t take a genius to work out that the other was attempting manipulation, particularly after such a heinous act towards an innocent creature. A sigh came next, as he settled his eyes onto hers once more. “You can drop the act, Angel. I might have believed it a little more if you’d quit with that stuttering of yours, kills the show, and I don’t feel like attempting a standing ovation for encouragement.”

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota sighed and wiped her eyes. “Had to try, didn’t I?” She wiped her hands on her pants and crossed her legs, patting the spot next to her. “Anyway, I used to stutter when I cried. I might’ve grown out of it by now.” Her eyes cast down to the bird and she picked it back up. “But, what can I say? I’m fucked up.” She smiled sweetly at the other. “But, so is everyone else in here, so I fit right in.”

[deadly-fvckk]

[random2908]

[messed-up-dakota]

Narissa likes fall <3

[iason-adaliah-deactivated201702]

He watched the encounter and but his lip, he knew that he could revive the creature, he had done it many times before but he didnt know how she would react. He decided to do it anyways. Walking over to her he stood a few feet in front of her. “I can bring it back to life, immune to the flames; if you wish.”

Originally posted by malfoyco

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota looked up to the new face in front of her. “Then, what would be the point?” She held up the dead bird to the male. “Do as you wish, though. Let’s see this reincarnation magic.”

[jean-doe]

Jean lifted her brows. “That was a bit extreme, I’d say.”

[messed-up-dakota]

The girl hummed and inspected the dead animal. “Your point being?”

[lukas-thorne]

The Guard was on break for the moment, something that seemed to bore him tremendously with the notion of a lack of things to do. If he had it his way, he’d be constantly working. At least that would tend to his boredom. He’d found himself in the Garden for now, taking in the gentle breeze, and the seemingly lack of people that took their time to appreciate the nature of the place. Perched up against a tree, with half of his equipment thrown carelessly around him.

He’d opened his eyes just in time to spot another, and something flaming next to her. It took Thorne a moment to adjust his sight, in time to acknowledge the notion that she was torturing a defenceless bird. He’d quickly jumped up, gathered his things, and walked up to the girl. By the time he’d gotten close, the bird had already died. His claws extended from his knuckles, monstrous steel blades, eight of them ripping through his skin of both hands to reveal them in their ten-inch glory. “I’d say it’s cowardly to pick on something so small, but it’d appear I’m right. Congratulations.”

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota took one look at the guard, inspecting his knuckles with razor-sharp blades before looking back down to the bird in her hand. Almost as if she had just realized what she’d done, Dakota dropped the creature, tears forming in her eyes. “I-I’m so sorry... I-I didn’t mean t-to.” The girl’s lip quivered as she spoke, making her act more believable. “P-Please don’t hurt me...” She pulled her hands up to her face and let out choking sobs. “I-I sometimes don’t know what I-I’m doing a-and...” Dakota let out more fake sobs as she spoke.

[dr-samson-grove]

Confessional || Samson & *~*~*

An open starter for all his patients. @hydranubis @brittaknowles @messed-up-dakota @hardwired-ebby @icarus-c @jean-doe @suga-pierce @little-lovely-luna @rebecca-stewart

Sessions seemed to run rampant, particularly with the notion of the middle of a fleeting month. Each passing day saw to another patient, degrading advice and suggestions. It mattered little to the Doctor, as he awaited the arrival of another. With his files scrawled upon the hard top of the wooden desk, it was the striking urgency of knuckles against the door, followed by the delicate creaking of the opening entrance. He’d motioned to the chair before his desk, with a hesitant smile and a curt bow of the head. “I’d expected you sooner. Please, take a seat, the faster this is over with, the faster you can scurry off.”

[messed-up-dakota]

Dakota pushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes as she was escorted to her new therapist’s office. Of course, she was forced to go, but that didn’t make her like it or even remotely feel like she was making progress towards “getting better.” If she had it her way, she would just continue to live in the asylum, burning up anything that crossed her path. Of course, she had come a long way since first arriving, knowing full well that her PTSD moments were rather scarce these days. But, she also knew that she acted tough, when deep down, she was terrified. 

“Well, I don’t exactly like therapy, so, of course, I’d try to dodge it.” When invited to sit, Dakota took a moment, wandering around the room to inspect it, taking her time to pick up snow globes, books, and other knickknacks before finally sitting in the seat across from her therapist.