#actliving

[the-actor-himself]

✏️

incorrectly quoted from here:

Mark: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself.

Marcus: I’ve been prepared for that my entire life.

Mark:

Marcus: Or something mean about you.

[hisperfectvillain]

❤️+🖤 to damien,

send ❤️ for my muse to say something positive about yours; send 🖤 for my muse to say something negative about yours.

damien smiles, and it’s almost dreamily. he closes his eyes and lets out a long, quiet sigh. like he’s imagining something particularly pleasant. ❝ you have such a beautiful mind. the stories you weave, like you might as well hold a needle that can thread straight through time and space. ❞ his eyes are open, shining brightly. his hands spread out, gesturing encompassingly. ❝ YOUR THOUGHTS ARE CONSTELLATIONS. they twinkle, brightly, set amongst the cosmos for eternity. etched into the hearts of many. ❞

A PAUSE. he frowns, uncertainly. seeming to hesitate. ❝ but ... i, ah. sometimes, your stories can HURT. ❞ his hands wring at his cane.  ❝ mayhaps, your stories remind people of things they’d rather not think of so often. ❞ the frown on his face is more of a pained grimace, now.  ❝ not all of us are meant to be heroes, i suppose. ❞

[jacksepticeyetv]

henrik's eyes set a f l a m e at the sight at the person before him . he'd heard enough about him to know better than stepping ANY closer . the doctor's job was to wipe out evil at the expense of his own life and keep his remaining family alive at this point . a safe bet for why he was such a huge target for evil was because of how easily he could sniff it out , the wolf that lurked among sheep . the other egos never realized when evil was under their nose . henrik WASN'T like them .

unsteady hands folded gently behind his back , straightening his back before turning back towards his work to busy his mind while he tried to find the words to address this . . . creature . " funny how you s'hink i'm boz'hered . " his hands unfolded , fidgeting with items scattered along the dark wood . " KNOW i'm nos'hing like z'he oz'hers . " light blue eyes glanced out the door of his office , out to where the egos coexisted calmly in their seemingly imperfect perfect world .

@actliving​ | [x] | MONSTER by KIRA

[rgbtorn]

❝ Life was boring but death manages to be even more boring. ❞ / @actliving​

          “ YOU ALWAYS HAVE HAD A PROBLEM WITH ENTERTAINING YOURSELF. “ Her words come bitter, kerosene-soaked and cold to touch, but they aren’t sharp. She’s too tired to cut away at Marcus these days- she is cold, and she only hungers for light, for companionship, for the strength to withstand the ever-darkening days; winter comes fast. All she has is herself. She cannot afford to hate anymore.

Even in these thick, unshapely clothes, Celine still feels the need to poise herself around him. Her fingers are lithe around the firepoker; light glinting off the logs are enough to make her look youthful once more, a Schroedingers corpse, alive and not alive and yet still living in perpetuity, forever and forever until their spark dies against the kindling. “Is that why you’re here? For a laugh? I’ve half a mind to put you to work instead.” 

[drkst-blog]

actliving replied to your chat: Actor: *exists* Dark: I can't believe such scum...

(marcus vc: Projecting A bit are we

beiNG A BIT OF A DICK ARE WE?!

[hisperfectvillain]

🎤 if you'd like -damien!

send 🎤 for my muse to sing a snippet of a song that reminds them of your muse. 

❝ he’s not an angel or saint; but, what’s the odds if he ain’t? with all his faults, i know we’ll get by; i’ll be so true to him, he’ll never doubt me. what i wouldn’t do for that man. ❞

[hisperfectvillain]

" nothing in this universe is what you think it is. " to damien or dark, let the man try and /explain/

"mabel" sentence starters.

❝ this isn’t another one of your fairytales, marcus, ❞ and while the words sound like they should be packed with aggression, damien sounds more distressed, saddened, than anything. ❝ there isn’t some fantastical, well-time twist of fate that’s going to fix everything. contrarily, there isn’t some BIG, BAD, WOLF hiding in grandmother’s clothing, just waiting to gobble us all up when we’re least suspecting. ❞

one of his hands pulls through his hair, tugging at the ends. ❝ when people hurt you, you have to handle it. but you won’t. because you’re too– too proud, too sure of yourself. THE PERFECT HERO. a hero you may be, marcus. but even achilles had his HEEL. i don’t want to see you taken down in much the same way. ❞

the headache is returning. long days, demanding hours, and yet he still drove over here to check on marcus. god, he loved him. in spite of all of his flaws, and no matter what marcus ever said or did, he loved him. he could never stop.

❝ you need HELP, marcus. and you won’t let me in. what do you WANT from me? ❞

[hisperfectvillain]

"And what about it?"

four word phrases.

     … this isn’t just one of those things they can work out in the backyard like when they were kids. of course damien knows that. how he longs for that simpler time. growing older may have had its perks, but it shoved so much responsibility onto their shoulders. growing older has made life so complicated. 

          ❝ there just– has to be a better way to handle this. ❞

     he’s been eyeing marcus’ state with worry since he entered the room. unkempt, smelling like he’d not taken a shower in days. the floor’s cluttered with broken things, smashed photographs and turned over furniture. a favored couch torn up, a long-since-given wedding gift in pieces. 

          ❝ perhaps you could … i don’t know, see a specialist? i– i don’t know much about this sort of thing … ❞ unmarried, unattached, and with little experience in either area due to his focus on his studies. so quiet, so withdrawn, never very popular with other children.   

     ❝ i’m simply– concerned. i feel as though anyone would be. ❞ he swallows, thickly. ❝ i know i … i’m not even properly, involved, in it all, and i was still rattled when i heard. i can’t imagine how it is for you. ❞

          damien sighs through his nose. it’s a short, harsh sound. he’s frustrating himself, annoyed at his inability to find the right words. he’s never been the type to swoop in and save the day. he isn’t the hero, marcus is. but with celine and william, naturally, lost in the wind? who was left to help marcus but him?

     ❝ just … there has to be something i can do. please, marcus. i’m your friend. let– … let me be your friend? ❞