corruption

☯ stuck in a state of corruption, he was lost.

[dreamcancomeztrue]

[zerrie]

[likesboys-deactivated20160803]

[notaxdoppelganger]

          “Nope.  T’e dog isn’t mine, it’s a mate’s dog.  W’y, ye don’t like dogs?”

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          "I like dogs-" He cleared his throat with a muster of words, "Jus' wanted t' make sure ya weren't stealin' anyone else's."

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

[geniusginge-archive]

       “Who in holy hell says ‘howdy’?” She was no psychic, but he didn’t seem like a human or a werewolf. Or a banshee for that fact. He was cute though, seemed a bit younger than her. “What brings you here?” Lydia flipped her strawberry blonde hair, twisting it before letting go.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Ryder was a semi-quiet young man; subtle glances and rare grins were something he had only used upon people he most definitely knew couldn't be a possible victim, but, the other side of Ryder was quite flirtatious and polite - though, only few were blessed with that.

          "I guess I'm the one t' say howdy," He retorted rather quickly, "'m just lookin' 'round is all."

[iisithotenoughforyounow-deactiv]

"No," Gretel replied, eyebrows furrowing slightly. She looked the boy over. "What brings you out here? It’s dangerous to be wandering the forest, you know."

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Rather quiet, he was; only throwing a few side glances at those whom had only merely lit a spark in his interest - and this particular woman had; with her semi-threatening sentence toward him.

          "Dangerous?" He reciprocated her actions with a furrowed brow, "What's gonna happen? The boogie man gonna come an' get me?"

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

[luke-helms-blog]

Interacting with others was something he was just bad at. People made him nervous because he never knew the intentions of the person in front of him— or what they thought of him— or what made them try and talk to him. Strangers were mysteries— the unknown— and really, that scared him. 

"—Hello."

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          He hadn't been put under the belt of having social anxiety; Ryder was simple unattached, ya'know? A bit forsaken from the harsh truth of reality, as he lived in his own little world of darkness - where he didn't much think of what was on television tonight, but, rather what color his next victim's eyes would be. 

          "How're you?" He grinned the slightest bit in the boy's direction, "'m Ryder."

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

[smugaddict]

         Joey found people rather annoying and a bother ever since Amy died — it was complicated, really. He wasn’t always like this. He just became sheltered and cold after it happened. Kinda sad, really. 

                  ”— Hi?” Don’t be awkward, Joey.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          There wasn't necessarily a slight hatred he held against the entire human race; even if the love of his life had been oh-so-cruelly ripped from the surface of his hands - and sure, he missed her smile, and he hair, and her laugh, and-- stop it, Ryder. 

          "How're y'doin' t'day?"

[notaxdoppelganger]

+1

          “      .” He’s got a puppy in his lap.  A very cute puppy.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          He'd been a bit taken back by the small life form that sits in the lap of the other. "'m hopin' the dog is yours."

[iisithotenoughforyounow-deactiv]

shotgunshells-andwhiskey

stateofxcorruption

"Do you need somethin’?"

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Some mental help sounds very nice. "I don't, no-" Eyes fell over her paled-features, "Do you?"

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

          Humans had a way or irking Ryder; they didn't scare him, nor did they intimidate him - they were simply bothers to him; because, he didn't know how they could still giggle and laugh when things were so horrible.

          "--Howdy."

[houseofasoul-blog1]

[unsolicitedxadvice]

                                Johnny brought her knees up and hugged them to her chest, fidgeting a little bit uncomfortably in her seat. ❝Can I-I help you?❞  She always disliked talking to strangers. Just the awkwardness of it and also because she was pretty sure he was a Soc, at least, he looked like one.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Humans didn't make Ryder nervous; he was more of a curious soul - and despite the whole serial killer thing, the blonde was able to put that aside for things that peeked his interest; she was quiet - much like her.

"I can't think of anythin', no," He eyed her for a short while - murmuring out a, "Are you doin' alright?"

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

[theodorfirth]

"Good, then! My name’s Theodor, and it’s v-v-very nice to meet you, f-friend." Just be careful, though. He gets attached a bit easily. "Your eyes are b-blue! I love blue." A bit childish, too.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Innocence had seemed to cloak every word that surpassed the boy's ruby-red mouth; he had looked so utterly soft and pure that Ryder had stiffened - because, he reminded him oh-so-much of her. "And your eyes are green-" He grinned in return, "They're very pretty."

[unsolicitedxadvice]

{ stateofxcorruption. }

                                The brunette felt someone else’s presence and turned around to see who it was. She didn’t introduce herself or start a conversation, she didn’t really know how.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Blue eyes had fallen hastily upon the petite body only mere inches away from himself; a deep breath sucked in as a gentle grin soon cloaked his mouth - she could work.

"--Hi."

[xrvchel-deactivated20240614]

My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.

Anonymous (via gloriatus)

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

[ five ]

[theodorfirth]

What was he doing? I don’t know. Just staring at strangers in hope of making new friends, I guess. You could say he talked too much, or never talked. That depends on how he’s feeling.

       —— “Hello, friend! How’re you doing? I’m very good. What’s your name?

                He’s happy, I suppose.

[stateofxcorruption-blog]

          Eyes had merely stayed trained on the other; blue irises sitting firmly on the gentle curve that hung on the stranger's mouth - much like the one that had on Rosemary's; he was a possible target in the mind of Ryder. 

          Due to the possibility of the other being a plausible victim, the blue-eyed male had grinned toward the other. "I'm doin' great, thanks," Words were a bit mumbled as he cleared his throat, "'m Ryder - and you are?"