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@nightstalk
# 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 - an independent , selective & mutuals - only roleplay blog for DAVID from 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜. mainly film - canon based with influences from the book & subsequent scripts. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. ( 18+ only. ) active , but slow reply. penned by em.
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THIS BLOG IS ON HIATUS.
i’m not totally sure what happened to my previous hiatus notice for this blog, but it’s that time of year where motivation really goes to the wind. therefore, please consider this blog on hiatus until further notice. you can find me @toysurgeon
i have literally signed into this blog just to say i think the lost boys remake will be trash. and i’m annoyed they keep trying to make it happen.
the original is so deeply rooted with 80s culture that it’s impossible to separate it from that. modern remake? lol ok. you can’t remake mullet - having, motorcycle - riding boys in this day and age. it will either be a cringe fest, or an absolute total fucking cringe fest. there’s no in between.
also, idk who the kids are set to play. but you’ll never be able to replicate the magic of the original cast.
please leave it alone. this has been my psa.
* ————— @strngher / continued.
the sounds of the waves crashing was always his favorite, especially right before dawn when the rest of the world was still asleep. they’d separated for the night, allowed to find their own source of entertainment and food. and while it hadn’t taken long to find her, he’d pretend it hadn’t been. after all, he liked star to think she had some freedom. and in her own way, she did now that he could completely trust her. boots tread into the water without care, a small smile spreading as mismatched - hues find and meet her own. over the years, they’d become dependent on one another, the last of their old tribe, and david realized the importance of. now that max was gone, he was the head vampire, and there was something serious in that, even if david played it off like there wasn’t. knees bend, and he drops down to the sand next to, gaze shifting back to the waves. even though he’d been here for over one - hundred years, it was nice to see something else that was as unchanging as himself - and in some ways, he compared himself to. “ i do. ” he says with a small smile, attention shifting back towards. “ it was about fifty yards down that way. ” he motions down the beach with his hand. “ you were alone and looking at the water. ”
I’ve already seen this before
@nightstalk SAID : “What, is that a conspiracy theory?” / not accepting.
she licks her lips, head tilting to the side at the question. “ a conspiracy theory isn’t always true. ” she mentions, moving across the room to take a seat next to him. jennifer pushes her hair over her shoulder, as if she’s truing to show that she’s serious. “ this is real. i’m telling you ! demons are real & if you want, i can prove it. ” a devilish grin curves to her lips, scaring him would be beyond fun right now. she’s not necessarily a demon, per- say, but she has the powers of some.
he can barely contain the laugh, the mention of demons something far too outlandish for the blonde to wrap his mind around. vampires, sure. ghouls, okay. even werewolves seemed more logical. but demons ? no, that was taking it a little too far ! what did she think this was ? the exorcist or something ? mismatched - hues flicker in her direction, shifting up and down her frame with a shake of his head. “ you really expect me to believe the whole hell is found in a teenage girl cliche ? . . . come on. ”
I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
gloomstalk:
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐒. but the second that he does he’s dragged along again , and he has no chance at keeping his cool if a scene is created , so he’s helpless as he’s dragged along yet again , attempting to keep up with the conversation , as if a conversation with your first vampiric sire who kidnapped you as a child and who is supposed to be dead is a completely normal thing to be doing . “ i liked it a lot , actually , ” he can’t help but to mutter , a spark of frustration striking through the haze of fear for a moment . the fact that he’s gotten turned TWICE is , honestly , not only infuriating but also embarrassing – especially now that he’s stuck for life before he even turned eighteen .
he’s afraid if he lets go, the boy may disappear. while laddie had grown, there’s still something familiar in the eyes as they look back at him. and in some strange way, it brings everything back to him. dwayne, paul, marko. even the memories of max come flooding back and it almost knocks david off his footing. though composure remains, there’s a hard swallow that causes adam’s apple to bob in his throat. while he couldn’t relate, he couldn’t help but be curious. after all, they should be around the same age now, laddie even a couple of years older at this point. a thought that david couldn’t help but find incredibly amusing. “ liked ? ” there’s a momentary pause. how many years had it been since he’d seen the other ? he adds it up in his head and quickly comes to the realization that what stands before him doesn’t quite add up. the corners of his lips twitch before pulling upward, an amused laugh leaving david’s lips as his fingers tighten around the other’s shoulder. “ tell me, laddie . . . how old are you now ? ”
n0t-ohfuckingkay:
𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝? sure, she’s been plucked out of her hometown and slapped into a new one where the inhabitants seem obsessed over some 𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 that happened a billion years ago. take that, add a dash of weird town rivalry and the fact that her only friend in the entire camp 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 and it’s true – she’s definitely thought about hijacking a canoe and taking her chances making it across the lake. the speeches from dinner about an hour ago still ring heavy in her brain. headphones are loud against her ears, 𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 blasting loud enough to leave her with hearing loss. and yet, not even this or the joint she’s puffing on is doing much to get her relaxed. it’s because of her anxiety that 𝑠𝘩𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤. honeyed hues catch his entrance from the corner of her eye and she finds herself smirking at the sight of such pale thighs. “nice shorts.” headphones fall from their place to find home along her neck and she takes a puff. an exhale of smoke is 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 , joint lifted up to him as a peace offering. to say she isn’t just the least bit amused at his opener would be a lie. “𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎?”
perhaps it was the shock of all that had just transpired, but david gives little in response to the blatant sarcasm of. instead, he stands there blinking for a moment before mismatched - hues drift down to the offering held in his direction. he was wise enough to know it wasn’t just a cigarette, the smell was enough to give that away. and he stares at it momentarily before black boots crunch against the leaves as he makes his way towards. “ it’s a threat. ” he says after a moment, fingers reaching to pull the joint from her own before bringing it up to his lips. he’d gone through his own stash quicker than he’d like to admit, and was relying on trading with other counselors just to ensure he made it through the summer without losing his mind. he takes a hit from, holding the smoke in his chest as head tilts back, the shadow of the sun and the trees covering his face like a mask. he’s reached divinity in that moment, and he savors it before eventually, he exhales as eyes drift back down towards. “ this is all real sweet, but you need to get back to camp. ”
lie to me
tell me we’ll be h a p p y
fuckingvictus:
marko usually kept quiet, only wearing a look of BOREDOM or AMUSEMENT. always keeping silent unless it was a SNARKY comment. his way of COPING was with violence & partying. when he had lived in NEW YORK CITY he had been quite the heavy drug user. one of the reasons he hopped a train to California. a way to RUNAWAY from his past. of course, that was the story for most of the boys, wasn’t it? david just so happened to ask the RIGHT question, marko’s passion that he tried to keep under wraps started to BREAK THROUGH. his eyes narrow at the question, a hum leaving him as he shifted weight onto his left side. “it beats sleeping under the BOARDWALK,” an honest answer. “but i don’t get why we can’t LEAVE here.” he’ll motion towards the cave. “it’s a COOL place. it’s ours but…” lips purse together in thought. “i KNOW you know something i don’t.”
no matter how he sits, he’s uncomfortable. leg swinging over the arm of the wheelchair before he leans forward, heels of boots pressing into the gravel below as he drags them against. it’s avoidance at best, a small nod of the head the only response given as hands slide down to the wheels of the old wheelchair. pads of fingers brush over the spokes of the wheels, thumbs tracing over the metal frame of as his gaze drifts back over to the younger of the pair. he should have known marko would latch on to the words and figure him out. the thought causes a small smile to spread on david’s lips momentarily before it all but disappears with a small breathy laugh. “ you’d be correct in thinking that, marko. ” he gives little else to appease the other, rolling forward in the wheelchair before coming to an abrupt halt in front of. “ remember when max said we were getting too reckless, that we needed to reel it in a bit ? well, apparently he’s got a new idea to fix that . . . get the picture ? ”
random caps from the lost boys (1987)
i want to play a game. it’s called: would your muse actually like you if they met you?
wavypop:
Bringing his fingertips to the edge of his lips, he gave a slight tilt of his head when asked about his cassette player. “Yeah, man! They’re great.” The guitarist responded with a soft smile appearing to his features. “You gotta get you one! You’re totally missing out on playing some sweet tunes on the go.” Paul was totally energetic about music, especially with his guitar in hand on stage.
“Say, if you’re interested, my band All Systems Operate is playing some pretty rad tunes this weekend on the boardwalk. It starts at 7pm.” He knew the man was a stranger, but he always invited and welcomed people he talked with to watch the band’s shows since he cherished a crowd. Besides, it was the crowd that always gave him the energy to play off of. It was greatly valued in his heart.
there’s a pretend interest of. head nodding slowly as his hand continues to twist loosely around the handle of his bike. while the cassette player did pique some interest, he knew he could have it for his own if he just lured the other away. one snap of his hands, one puncture of his teeth, and he could have anything he wanted. but he’s taken aback by the invite, a small smile creeping to form upon pale features as blue hues lift to meet with those of the stranger. “ are you any good ? ” he smirks, poking fun at the other as his hand drops down to his thigh. the concerts on the boardwalk weren’t always his style, it really depended on what was being played. but where bands came, groupies went. and maybe, this would work out better for him than he thought. “ what instrument do you play ? ”
reminder, in case nobody has told you lately: you are valued in the rpc. thank you for being here. every single one of you is sharing a little part of your creativity with us all, putting a little part of yourself into a character you love, and sharing your talent with us.
even if you feel like you aren’t getting as many interactions as you want to, or you’re disappointed that nobody is telling you that you’re doing a good job, i am proud of you. you are sharing your writing with the world, you are pouring life into a character you love and/or have created, and i think that’s amazing.
cutfoot:
… these streets dripped with deception, scarlet tongued and sweet breathed ( turn the night into a cloak and wear it over your midnight - stained body : how much do you believe your brutality will truly protect you? ). ‘ you’ll help me? ’ it’s a fundamental falsehood to believe he is the only beast that lurks around these corners … the pig mask muffles words, until his voice becomes a silky thread captured whole by a thorn - crowned mouth. beast meet beast, scent skin that is foul, scent man that is malicious : and so the disciplines said to the pig, why do you get to walk on two feet? and so the pig said, because i have never learned anything else. ‘ and what help do you suppose you’ll be? ’ and as the pig learns words, his hand stays on the trigger, unshaking and untamed.
nothing good happens in the concealment of night, though david was unafraid of what stood before. after all, he could sense the other was skittish, and maybe that’s why he stuck around for longer than he would like. he always found it so amusing how scared humans would get when faced with a little danger. “ well . . . ” he glances back over his shoulder, to the car parked on the side of the street. “ for one, i’ll get out of your way. ” there’s a smugness to the way he holds himself, to the way he speaks. and a wide smile forms before arms move up to cross over his chest. “ and two . . . you look like you need some help. ” there’s a laugh paired with the second reply, amused at how hard dragging a body seemed to be for the other. david had carried things much heavier in his lifetime, and it would be a swift move if the other just gave in to his kindness. “ come on, piggy. don’t just stand there. you never know who might be watching. ” shoulder rolls against brick, torso pulling from before he takes a step back. “ clock’s ticking. the longer you take to make your decision, the higher chance you have of getting caught. ”
