inherently tense.

you never know what hides behind a smile.

[slobface-art]

Vent~

[bestvictima]

       “– LEMME GUESS.  YOU’RE here because you never learned financial responsibility.”  there’s a smirk, cereal bowl in one hand as they stand in the apartment’s doorway.  “if you need to stay, you can’t.  my flatmate’s out visiting family for the holidays and she’d kill me if she knew someone slept in her room that isn’t her.  i don’t mean to be rude, but i don’t wanna get killed.”  a pause, then they step to the side.  “come in.  it’s fucking freezing out here.”  // @scarechord liked.

[scarechord-blog1]

         ❛  don’t mind if i do,  ❜  he replies with a grin, hefting himself off the shoulder that’s been leaning against the door frame before following them inside and giving the apartment’s interior a once - over.  it’s a nice place, tastefully decorated with just the right amount of Tegan flare.  long fingers wriggle their way into the pocket of his jeans as a low whistle breezes from pursed lips.   ❛  doin’ pretty well for yourself, i see.  you always were the more driven one.  ❜ 

[bestvictima]

       CIGARETTE RESTS BETWEEN long fingers, frown firmly affixed upon red lips.  “– didn’t think you knew about that.  still.”  a shrug, hand coming over as tegan takes a drag, eyes never leaving their brother’s face.  tegan’s guard is up, perhaps because they have good reason to raise it so high.  “why the fuck are you here.  you should know i don’t want to see you again.”  well, would you look at that?  tegan hasn’t lost their temper – yet. // @scarechord cont.

[scarechord-blog1]

          in contrast to their frown, his own lips briefly twitch into a half - smile, head tilting with something that resembles fondness.  they’re still in opposition, even after all these years ;  he’s certain that their differing personalities would have paved a rocky road for familial bonds, even without the bloodshed that tainted their history.     ❛  what, we can’t let bygones be bygones?  ❜    he doesn’t expect them to forgive him.  that’s not why he’s here.  he does, however, find some sick amusement in the similarities between the bodies they’ve chosen  --  blonde hair, blue eyes,  truly  ‘ twinning ‘ , as one might say!  --  and the way it strengthens the unspoken bond they’ve shared since birth.    ❛  i’m just checking in.  ❜ 

[scarechord-blog1]

you snuck up on me you lil shit

      with  your  size,  shouldn’t  you  be  doing  the  sneaking?

[scarechord-blog1]

❛ fuck with me and you’ll regret it. ❜

‘ fury ’ sentence starters. 

        lips part to bare large, white teeth in a boyish smile, lines creasing beneath piercing blue eyes.  their anger isn’t misplaced, by any means ;  his actions should prompt nothing but reciprocation on their behalf, his own blood spilling forth in penance for crimes long since passed.  anger, distrust, hatred  –  they’re all too familiar, buried away deep within a mimicked body he’s finally begun to call his own.             ❛  i’m not here to fight, Teeg.  do family ties mean nothing anymore? ❜

[scarechord-blog1]

@bunnyboil    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  it begins

[scarechord-blog1]

a few lil’ tags.

[orotundmutt]

Dan Stevens as David in The Guest (2014)

[scarechord-blog1]

         noun.   a  sudden,  sharp  sforzando  of  dissonance  or  sheer  noise  intended  to  make  viewers  jump  clean  out  of  their  seats.   inherently  tense,  since  it  demands  resolution  to  a  more stable  harmony,  yet  implies  more  than  one  such  potential  resolution.     /     indie  horror  oc.  by  cole.

[untame]

Come on out, buddy. I’m not gonna hurt you.

[scarechord-blog1]

        ALEXI’S TRUE FORM, the one he abandoned / hides to walk amongst regular people, is surprisingly more humanoid than his personality would suggest.  he stands at well over seven feet tall, with grayish - black skin, defined muscles and no distinctive features, save for a gaping maw with razor - sharp, jagged teeth.  the “skin” around his face, hands and feet appear slightly darker, almost charred, in comparison to the rest of his body, and gradually fades around his forearms / shins / collarbone.  abnormally long fingers sharpen into claws, able to cut through flesh and bone like butter.  on the rare occasions in which he chooses  ( or needs )  to open his eyes, they’re almost perfectly round, white and sunken, with a faint glow that intensifies in darker environments.  

[jaredackles]