#dvtifulson

[solarisesanev]

|| @dvtifulson || starter call ||

Slit demon eyes stare up at this place for children. Something resonated inside of him, not in a way where he felt at peace or at home. Resonated in the way where he could feel... Horrid things that he couldn’t verbalize. This place had been giving him a strange habit lately, finding himself standing in front of this building at least once a day. He couldn’t explain why. All he knew was that there was a darkness he didn’t particularly enjoy. Maybe if he had been a few centuries younger, he’d feel differently, but he wasn’t... which made him wonder why he kept finding himself here.

Chills ran down his back, akin to the feeling of someone unseen running their fingers down it. He wanted explanations. What kept drawing him here? What needed him? He was no god, not even close, but that didn’t ease the feeling. Something was calling to him. 

He turned to walk away, almost running smack dab into a person. He felt something off with them, too, but he chose not to dwell on it. This children’s funhouse or whatever the fuck it was had been draining too much of his time already. Arriving at a place, blinking, and suddenly some odd hours disappearing wasn’t normal and he was sure someone started to intend calling the cops. What an inconvenience this whole situation was turning out to be.

“Uh, hey...” He glanced between the person and the building that now stood behind him. He turned his attention back to the stranger, trying to force his eyes to a more human looking guise. “...Do you usually creep up on people?”

[undyinglegends-blog]

@dvtifulson

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Child murders. Disappearances of both children and adults. A cold case reopened, and the BAU never handled cold cases--not until a Michael Afton started working for a pizzeria linked to the murders, as his entire family (save for his father) had died, one of whom right at that same chain.

So Blake and Reid were tasked with interviewing Michael Afton at the request of the Hurrican police--Garcia had given them an initial screening, sister went missing, youngest brother died, mother was gone. They had to be sensitive.

The two entered the pizzeria with Blake leading the way, and they walked straight to the counter as to not get distracted by the bombardment of colors.

“Hello?” Blake called, looking over the counter for any signs of life. 

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[giivegiifts-blog]

[ @dvtifulson arrived for a gift!]  

  The Marionette pokes its head just out of its box, pushing up the lid ever so slightly as the usual noise of the room quiets to a haunting din. The soothing melody used to keep the spirit inside placated has stopped, and the person in charge of winding it hasn’t done so for several minutes.

  An airy hiss comes from the Marionette as it rises higher from its box, giving the night guard a short allowance to fix the mistake. Of course, perhaps it’s their impatience, but it is a rather unreasonable allowance as the next time that camera should be checked the Puppet has already fled its box, a tune chittering to life from the music box inside itself as it quickly stalks the dark corners of the halls.

  It isn’t sure why it feels so compelled to be violent, and yet, at the same time, it worries the person in that office intends to behave like the employees before them, and feels a deep need to ensure no more accidents are caused.

[springlocks]

Something of a frown, bordering on a glare, is given to the older man. "... No, Father. It's mine! I didn't mean to hit you, alright?" Well... Wasn't Michael's fault that the man got in the way! ( dvtifulson ) ( oh jeez, mikey! D: )

          change.  and it might’ve been a bit subtle at the start , that now-overcoming expression of anger.  william has a temper ; one that can be rather destructive and harmful.  his eyes cut back up from the slingshot and back to his son’s face as one hand reaches quickly to try and seize michael harshly by the arm - fingers twisting to grasp the wrist connected to the hand the object is in.  “ take it.  now.  or you can take it back to him later with more problems than just a pissed off father. ”

[springlocks]

Blinking, Michael moved his hand to slightly hide at the item but it's futile at this point. "A friend," he stated, moving away so he won't try anything. "I didn't mean to aim at you, Father. I meant to aim at the birds but..." ( dvtifulson )

          “ a friend ? ”  william’s lips pull back to expose a few teeth in a smile.  he turns towards michael fully , now , and bends so that he’s closer to the boy’s height , “ you go and tell that friend … that your father said you aren’t allowed to play with that anymore , yeah ? ”

[scouscr]

@dvtifulson | starter call

From his perspective, the youth looked normal. Sure, his clothes leaned heavily on the dishevelled side, noting, as he stood watching him dart from one pocket of moonlit to another, that there was something ethereal about him. But other than these obvious warning signs, his imitation of a living person was virtually flawless, to the point that he’d almost been fooled.     But alas, no amount of aftershave applied could erase the scent of decay; not to one so accustomed to dealing with dead and deceased things as he was.  “Never was one fer places like this.” Speaking of the abandoned facilities that surrounded the both of them, the blond’s gaze drifts to fixtures still stooped in shadow. Trying to visualise, for what it was worth, what this location would be like had it remained open and still welcomed visitors. “Which has me wonderin’, what’s keepin’ you here, kid?” Was he even a child? John wasn’t sure, but soon supposed that it didn’t matter-- dead was dead, and that was it. The final exclamation mark of a life that had expired.

[bitevictim-archive2]

plcyingpretend replied to your post: "Riley, if you say fuck, I'll give you a cupcake."...

“HEY”

HE   IS   NO   LONGER   TEMPTED   INTO   SIN.

YOU   LOSE,   MICHAEL.

@plcyingpretend @dvtifulson

[foodsought]

“I think you want one. Come here.” ( dvtifulson )

family sentence starters. || @dvtifulson​.

                          C U R I O S I T Y.            the small girl tipped her head a little to the side, regarding him with mild intrigue and definite suspicion. adults were dangerous. adults were scary. she wasn’t sure if he meant her harm or not but the pastries did look delicious. and she was hungry.                          her stomach growled.            placing a hand on her tummy, Six glanced down at it for a moment before turning back to him. with quiet pitter-patters, the barefooted girl made her way over to him, lips pressed together in a small line as she stopped before him.                          would he share?            she certainly hoped so. she reached up her arms, waiting to see what would be given, if anything at all. she was a very, very curious girl.