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[firefated-a-blog]

✱               i  don't  want  you  to  get  hurt,  but  you  have  to  understand…  the  more  you  annoy  me,   the  more  i  can't  help  thinking  about  deconstructing  you.  molecule  by  molecule              memory  by  memory…  until  there's  nothing  left  but  screaming,    traumatized   atoms.         

𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙴𝙽𝙸𝚇 / 𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈. written by ocean.

[osorrow]

            ❛  plenty  of  things,  but  it  makes  sense.  well        some  of  it.  ❜     playing  cat  and  mouse,   much  like  constantine  on  the  verge  of  trapping  michael  for  an  old  friend  named  the  devil.   ethan  really  just  likes  tapping  into  insecurities.  playing  with  fear.    clary  is  no  danger  to  him,  not  even  the  emo  gang  she  was  locked  into  the  day  their  apartment  was  destroyed.   he  sees  things  because  a  part  of  him  isn’t  human.  many  tarot  cards  depict  a  prophecy  of  a  coldblooded   vessel   that  could  usurp  the  king  of  all  things  dead  and  tortured.   

but  rumors  are  just  rumors,  small  talk  between  brainless  humans  far  too  bored  to  be  productive.     ❛  got  any  marks  yet?    ❜     an  old  friend   apart  of  the  shadowhunters  gave  ethan  his  own  embedded  protection.   a  man  who  feels  no  pain,  could  easily  use  their  weapons  in  his  favor.   he  who  is  fallen,  is  nephilim  and  ever  so  close  to  the  side  of  hell.

@leuthros cont.

[osorrow]

southsidelover  x

Why did she have to lead with missing him, feeling as if she’d fucked herself already; he held the cards now, and she was weak, wondering when she’d become this person so willing to let him gouge out her insides, to take a knife to where she was soft, within. A breath that felt haggard and pained within her chest only echoed, looking up, blinking fast, feeling the burn come and go, with no clean up crew required. It would have been better to start with him looking good, and asking if his rehab clinic knew he was out here with her today. Or maybe it was new drugs, oh how, he loved his designer highs and his beautifully crafter crime sprees. She loved it too, but only with him, that way they cemented their fucked up ethos when in each other’s company. The fallacy was feeling herself special, but she’d learned too many times what that meant for a girl like her, not nearly as unforgettable as her ego would have her believe. Bruised but not broken, eyes glancing his way, but hardly seeing him, even as the edges of his reality brushed against her own. “What. You think I’d let those rainclouds in?” her voice taking on all that twisting sarcasm she needed, almost wincing at the sound of it, but holding steady as he rounded about, moving, touching, his hands on everything but her. And she was already remembering him driving, no hands, because he couldn’t get enough then, before his bad habits pulled him away and out of her life. No calls, no texts. He fell off the grid like she was supposed to when she’d gone to him that night out in the middle of those fire escapes.                                                                   Did he remember that? Instead he talks about whips and chains, and she wasn’t surprised, because that was Ethan, looking for ways to worm out of what didn’t work for him. An awkward man at the end of the day, but it was what Toni had always found charming about him, those rare smiles, those rarer glimpses at the man beneath the designer suits. Her own arms wrapped around herself, as if it’d keep her innards in place, expression rolling through a million emotions in one. “Did you?” the doubt there, seeping into it all, like a bad habit, she could feel that ache and hurt pounding to be let in. Holding her position, because fuck, what else could she do? “You could always show me that, yanno?”

            ❛  there’s  a  few  ways  i  can  do  that          seeing  how  i  may  or  may  not  be  walking  on  eggshells  here,   i’ll  just..  ❜         this  time,  there’s  no  distractions  or  smoke  to  decide  whichever  controlled  word  poisons  her  ears.   just  ethan  and  his  stature  stopping  to  close  in  on  what  could  be  considered  prey  if  he  had  no  respect  for  toni.   even  though  his  actions  are  debatable,  when  it  comes  to  her,  he’s  downright  serious.    arms  wrap  around  the  newly  crowned  vixen,   which  sparks  a  subtle  laughter.  the  thought  of  miss  grunge  tossing  pom poms  of  bright  colors,  sporting  those  smelly  jackets.   ethan  remembers  his  short  lived  transfer  to  riverdale  high         and  by  the  looks  of  it,   he  lucked  out  with  the  eight  to  five  horrors  versus  petty  drama.   there’s  murderers  running  around  like  the  purge  became  nonfiction.   not  that  he’s  complaining,  it  keeps  the  spotlight  off  of  his  own  sins     which  he  hopefully  kicked  to  the  curb.

so  he  looked  healthier,  hair  cut  even  though  his  semi  shaggy  cut  was  an  aesthetic  of  southside.   he  looks  okay,  and  in  this  town,  okay  is  a  blessing.    breathing  slows,  the  mind  turns  at  a  million  apologies  he  should  spill.    a  hug  from  behind.   the  big  spoon  embracing  the  little  spoon  on  a  surprisingly  nice  day.   it’s  almost  like  seeing  dracula  out  in  broad  daylight,  only  somewhat  mesmerizing.  because  he  hardly  shows  this  side;   embracing  all  this  amity.               ❛    rain  clouds  aren’t  all  that  bad.  they’re  powerful.  the  thunder      lightning.     ❜      each  word  becomes  more  mute  than  the  last,  transitioning  into  a  deep  whisper.   poor  ethan  was  a  sucker  for  poetics.  both  dark  and  romantic.  rather  seeing  the  bad  in  the  morose,  he  sees  beauty.  empowerment.  

[osorrow]

               ❛  rumor has it, this  place  is  just  as  haunted  as  the  last         i expected more red. ❜        ethan’s  here  to  assess  a  game  move  by  a  returned  anonymous  killer  that  goes  by  the  angel  of  death.      something  that  he  vaguly  remembers  his  mother  talking  about  in  greendale,  continually  strikes  down  the  sinners.     amazed  that  he  didn’t  get  a  ransom  note  yet,  he  stops  by  the  thistlehouse  after  a  few  wild  days  with  this  black  hood.   midge  is  gone,  and  of  course,  riverdale  is  pointing  their  fingers  at  the  wrong  target.   the  webs  spun  from  a  triangle  affair,  leaves  fangs  just  as  empty  handed  as  the  relentless  teenage  mobs.                     everyone  is  angry,  whereas  he              along  with  his  own  gang,  sat  on  the  sidelines  to  watch  it  all  burn.   but  these  letters,  someone  like  gray  can’t  ignore.  several  warned  cheryl  to  back  out  of  the  play,  and  with  this  murder,  he  wishes  to  stay  extra  close  after  all  that  has  happened.        ❛  i  see  the  wicked  witch  is  gone.  i  always  knew  some  holy  water  would  of  done  the  trick.     ❜  

@chaosblossomed  2x20  starter.

[rpxmusings]

                                                                   The place I’m from  [ made me who I am ]

[charliefliehr]

gonna wanna tape my mouth shut

look out, lovers

hard feelings/loveless - lorde 

[osorrow]

catching up on riverdale tonight. i only have like.. idk 6 or 7 hours worth HAHA

[m00nscenery]

[osorrow]

“ the heart-breaker taught me how to become one ”

                  ❛   did  you  at  least  get  a  free  dinner  out  of  it?  ❜         this  was  his  form  of  jealousy,  which  wasn’t  much  at  all.        the  heart-breaker  in  him  wasn’t  in  it  for  anything  free.      he  craved  the  emotional  s a b o t a g e.      any  normal  person  with  attachment  would  of  addressed  the  problem  with  questions  of  concern,   but  not  ethan.    there  was  never  a  heart  to  heart  moment  in  a  body  that  barely  had  one  at  all.     but  he  fails  to  hide  the  fact  that  he  needed  nearly  half  his  beer  to  cope  with  it.    were  they  official?       not  at  all.     and  to  be  honest,  he  never  put  much  thought  into   it  until  now. 

                   normally  drinking  quiets  the  many  noises  that  cloud  up  his  mind,  but  not  tonight.   feeling  nothing  but  self  doubt  in  this  equilibrium,  he  sighs  after  hastily  downing  the  booze.    ❛   it’d  be  a  damn  shame  to  leave  empty  handed.  heart-breaker  code,  you  know. ❜

[osorrow]

southsidelover  x

It’s been since February (Valentine’s Day, to be exact) since she’d seen him last; and at first she hadn’t known what to think, as he’d been a ghost, ever since she’d known him first as kids. The both of them playing their own staged runaways that they’d only made real over the summer, the relationship that tore out of it a blessing, and apparently, a curse in its own way. Perhaps it’d been foolish to think he’d stay just because of her, having been the one to observe from a coolly-minted distance before whenever girls he got involved with cried over his unexplained absences, feeling the hit and knowing that it was hers to bare, because who fell in love with a man who claimed intimacy with the devil?  All she could do was wait, because like any stray, he always found a way back to those who fed him - her included. And so when his number lit up her phone, her voice didn’t even waver when answering, no questions as to where he’d been… maybe he wouldn’t even tell her. It was always drugs, or women, or other black holes. Things that she could have laughed off with ease before, because, that was Ethan, and this time, she was left holding the bag and feeling a fool and understanding, then, why, there were so many tears and frustrated emotions involved here.  Even now, he looked like a Reaper, all in black and better looking than ever, and Toni just wanted to say that she hated him because at least it would have maybe made her feel better for a moment. Instead of embarrassed to have believed that she’d be held to a better standard than others, but that was her problem, not his, to manage. And that too was a way that she managed herself, her emotions, the ups and the downs. Claiming control over all that she could, to keep herself from falling on broken knees. Instead, her knife digs into the bark beneath their names, her own careful distraction, holding in every reaction that threatened to break loose. “I missed you,” she said, instead, loathing her tongue for its betrayal.

             their  relationship  was  chemical.  it  worked.  even  with  his  toxicity  and  illimitable  hatred,  toni  always  made  up  for  his  flaws.    she  may  of  not  made  his  face  a  target,  but  he  still  felt  the  pain  without  a  single  word.  even  deep  down  the  bastard  knew  he  wasn’t  worthy  of  being  missed,  less  a  topic  of  stress  from  someone  so  beyond  p e r f e c t i o n.  which  is  strange  for  someone  like  ethan  gray  to  admit,  even  if  his  standards  of  purity  are  twisted.  his  number  changed  to  get  away  from  the  noise  of  riverdale,  the  people  making  his  career  ever  so  obvious  there  might  as  well  of   been  a  spotlight  on  him.   kids  were  getting  too  careless,  some  a  bit  too  brave  for  what  they  lead  on.   no  one  likes  to  be  caught  red  handed,  even  if  the  ego  enjoys  the  rebellious  fame          but  not  him.

           ethan  had  to  be  the  center  of  attention  albeit  the  preference  of  being  a  nobody.   thankfully,  he  was  out  of  sight  of  the  barbie  dolls  and  close  with  the  retrograde.   people  to  rely  on,  no  matter  what.   as  for  toni,  he  expected  none  other  than  utmost  support  even  if  he  deserves  a  bloodied  nose.          ❛   shit.  after  all  these  years  in  my  presence,  you’re  still  a  ball  of  sunshine.  i’m  impressed.  ❜       eye  contact  takes  a  few  minutes  before  his  own  nervousness  cracks,  revealing  the  same  old  grey  and  steely  blues.   posture  pushes  the  spine  away  from  the  tree,  swinging  his  tall  stature  swiftly;  always  moving  so  perfectly  rehearsed  but  comes  so  natural.         ❛   i  think  . .  an  author  wrote  a  book  about  me           but  i  don’t  think  they  got  my  image  right.   ❜           he  references  some  shitty  teenage  literature,  that’s  most  certainly  not  about  him  at  all.  only,  making  room  for  random  chatter  versus  the  real  talk  of  where  he’s  been.        

the  same  old  dark  boots  kick  at  the  dirt,  all  the  while  encircling  miss  topaz  for  his  queue  to  swoop  on  in.  ethan  plays  it  safe,  clearing  his  throat  in  between  this  bullshit  story.             ❛   i  missed  you-    way  more  than  you’d  probably  believe.   ❜

[osorrow]

[osorrow]

“ i need my old friend patience to stop by ”

        ❛   well  stop  looking      they’re  dead.  i  brought  tacos. ❜    

[osorrow]

“ i dream of you in my sleep ”

         ❛    now  you’re  dreaming  of  me?   well .. spit  it  out.  don’t  make  me  sit  here  and  think  of  every  possibility          better  yet,  try  some  coffee. ❜          how  ironic  it  was  that  they  were  meeting  for  coffee.       &  here  his  is  cornered  into  some  pretentious  emo  bullshit.      ethan  never  talked  about  what  goes  on  his  mind;     always  had  this  lifestyle  of  taking  anything  personal  to  the  tomb.     it’s  confusing  actually.     going  back  and  forth  in  being  an  asshole  and  giving  a  damn.  whether  it  be  more  curiosity  than  anything,  gray  wants  to  know  how  he  haunts  her  slumber.  

             ❛   so       is  it  good  or  bad?   ❜    at  least  he  offers  his  hand.

[bon-bona]

Lorde - Liability

[osorrow]

personatvs  x

         ❛  —– NO, i can’t say we can. ❜ but many try .. oh do so many try. her gaze follows him, the moment he slides off of the seat, elektra can feel the black pit in her chest waver ever so slightly, a telltale warning sign that something was going to happen. and it did. perhaps it was the black sky, she who emerged from death itself, or perhaps it was something else but the drink that sat in elektra’s nimble fingers was placed down in curiosity, suddenly FAR more intrigued by the incident going on at the table. it’d felt like years since she’d witnessed the sight of life slipping from the body ( in reality, it had only been weeks, maybe even days )  but this??? this is new, they’d told her when she’d awoken that the black sky carried death’s touch at the tip of her fingers, but nothing like what just happened before her eyes.         she’s still stoic when he returns, a limp body left in the stranger’s wake and her head cocks to the side while a glimpse of a smile rests perfectly on her lips. bored, was she?? she hadn’t been previously, but now after what she’d witnessed? perhaps she had been bored all along.  ❛  and stick around for all the fun?? i think you’re perfect company. ❜ so she slips off from her barstool, focus honing in on his hands before back to him,  ❛  —- after you, by all means. ❜ she doesn’t bother to close out her tab.

❛    do  i  sense  sarcastic  flattery?   my  favorite  kind  of  insult.  ❜      &  the  employee  doesn’t  bother  to  run  after  the  two,  especially  after  a  stack  of  cash  is  placed  next  to  their  empty  glasses.   it   wasn’t  a  fond  gesture,  paying  for  what  she  knew  to  be  free  drinks,  ethan  simply  liked  showing  off  his  lifestyle.   what  a  sight  it  was  to  see  gray’s  genuine  smile  crawl  from  behind  these  metaphorical  walls.   static  noise  pops  within  his  ears  shortly  after  the  last  spoken  words  to  miss  danger.   over  six  feet  tall,  heavy  boots  and  dressed  in  black  head  to  toe,  takes  this  smile  turned  h o r r i f y i n g  grin  to  these  victims.  at  first  it  looks  like  ethan’s  being  friendly,  offering  drinks  or  even  some  push  of  his  addiction         but  it’s  not.

this  person  once  mumbling  offensive  slurs  towards  elektra,  ends  up  slumping  against  ethan;  their  friends  laughing  at  something  they  are  abhorrently  wrong  about.  like  a  moth  to  flame,  this  person  is  limp  against  this  death  triggered  inhuman  and  out  of  the  pub  for  a  mix  of  fun.   there’s  a  mark  on  this  guys  hand,  where  ethans  was.   black,  like  necrosis  spreading  against  pale  flesh  from  an  ‘innocent’  hand  shake.     ❛   they  make  it   too  easy  for  me  sometimes.  ❜          no  one  is  safe,  on  earth  nor  amongst  the  stars.

[osorrow]

chaosblossomed  x

“ Better late than never, ” she’d snapped. The air itself felt too heavy, like there wasn’t enough in circulation. Like the little of it that ebbed under locked doors would be ice cold, like death carried on a frigid chill. Enough to make Cheryl shiver through her Maje sweater, fingertips curling into her palms. It wasn’t a stretch to assume Penelope Blossom might reach for such a low blow, might pay the Sisters generously for their time and use her own ill gotten wealth ( the little of it that was left from her whorish lifestyle and boorish ways ) to speed things along. Nana Rose be damned, and Cheryl too.

And there had to be more to it than millions —- more than the hushed conversations by radio static, plotting the slow demise of two unwilling partakers . There’d been something irrefutably sinister about the way old Uncle Claudius had fit himself in, a puzzle piece NONE of them had been missing, like a ghost of a man Cheryl had seen in her nightmares, wielding guns, blowing out her brother’s skull on white tile. She swallowed, hard, that first thread of real fear finally presenting itself in a rogue tear, hastily swiped away. “ But I WANT to know what you’re plotting… ideally before my psychopathic mother worms her greasy palms around some orderly’s neck and throws away the key. ”

sunlight   offers  little  resolution  past   windows   unkempt,  dusty  and  splattered  with  god  knows  what      yet  he  still  looks  out  for  answers.     ❛   that  all  depends  on  you,  my  game  plan.   are  you  feeling  something  quick  and  painless,  or  do  we  wanna  drag  this  out  for  your  mother  dearest?  ❜     theres  some  resemblance  between  familial  issues,  except  his  father  axel  tried  to  kill  him  over  simple  human  errors.   only  it  was  never  so  simple  being  tangled  up  in  the  blossom’s  maple  syrup  scandal.   he  was  in  the  center  of  it  all,  whereas   the  twins  were  oblivious  until  the  end  of  it  all.  looking  back  at  it,  he  would  of  done  things  differently  to  spare  his  sisters  life  and  his  own  u n b e c o m i n g.   

❛   i  wouldn’t  spill  my  ideas  here.  these  walls  listen.  ❜    a  few  patients  ethan  made  friends  with,  developed  their  own  way  of  communicating  without  actually  opening  their  mouths  or  using  ink.  something  passed  on  from  his  voodoo  of  a  little  sister.   instead,  ethan’s  hand  continues  to  reassure  cheryl  that  she  really  does  have  people  looking  out  for  her.     ❛    walk  with  me  HBIC             let’s  get  the  hell  out  of  here. ❜

[osorrow]

[osorrow]

osorrow  !!

most  species  bear  their  teeth  as  a  threat,  as  a  display  of  aggression  of  leadership.   it  is  a  reminder  that  these  clenched  jaws  can  and  will  open  your  yielding  throat.     i  want  you  to  think  of  this  the  next  time  i  smile.      /  /   ETHAN  GRAY.    RIVERDALE / HORROR  OC.   MULTIVERSE.