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BLACKOUTERS: Dark-Dwellers (+ alt w/ color palette)
just an album cover i made up because i had the idea
* ✰ — DARECHALLENGE // LESSONS LEARNED 1.0
Dare has taught me that love is greater than any evil, that every monster was just a man and that nobody understands a bad choice until they have stood in someone else’s shoes. X
Well it's too late, tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to carry each other
“To be touched by evil, is not always the worst of things.” @rickysyourdaddy
❝ — There is evil in all of us. In all things. To look beyond it is what makes you truly good. Ricky Stevens was raised by Satanists, sold for the highest bid by a Father who would never care for him, a Mother who had no choice and a family that turned a blind eye. Each day was a nightmare and each nightmare was just another day. He spent his entire life in the shadows of something terrible and yet he managed to rise from that, to build a life for himself that held no bitterness, no trace of evil. Even in the wake of being forced to not only marry but Father a child for the man who had disowned him the day he was born, Ricky suddenly realised his life was his own. He chose to keep Poppy safe. He chose to protect his daughter against all odds. His daughter was born from the greatest evil he had ever known, a hand that was forced, a dirty trick and the lust for more. He would never understand how something so beautiful could be taken from something so horrendous but from the second day that he knew of the child, he knew that he would do nothing but love her. Even if she was forged from two terrible evils, the parents of both him and Texas, he knew that he would never give her up. Love was stronger than any evil that those around him claimed his daughter would inherit.
Ricky taught me a lesson because every single moment of his life amounted to evil. Everything he touched was darkness. Many would of fallen in the wake of the things that dragged him down a winding path of destruction that he had no choice in, no part in. Somehow through everything he remained whole and unwavering, never giving in to the evil that it would of been so easy to become after so much pain being inflicted upon him for being nothing besides an innocent in a game he didn’t get a chance to forfeit. If one man can be surrounded by so much darkness and still emerge VICTORIOUS why can’t the rest of us? Even in the worst moments, when his hand was forced to behead the Uncle he had never asked to be a part of his life, he did so with good intentions, knowing that if he had not then someone else would of had to. Sometimes it’s not logical, sometimes it doesn’t even make a shred of sense but the right thing is the one that is the worst hand to be dealt and Ricky learned that a hundred times in his life. Ricky Stevens taught me a lesson because he is good. So much evil touched him but he survived it and grew into someone that could carry on living no matter how hard the world pushed back against him. In life being good is not easy, it is not clear, there is a thin line. In Ricky there is hope, that no matter what terrible unforgivable things you are subject to -- it gets better.
☑ ONE UNREAD EMAIL
Timer released email to Ricky Stevens on her school email address.
Did you ever watch Even Stevens when you were a kid, Ricky? Come on, you know you did. That boy was always getting into trouble, his parents were always chasing after him and yelling weird shit at him. I guess your parents would of been yelling even weirder shit.
God, you have no idea how many times I was woken up over the past few years to the sound of someone screeching “Ricky, get back here!”
Do you know how many good nights sleep you ruined? How many times I was having a perfect pristine dream when everything I wanted was just in fucking reach that your name ripped away from me, Ricky? I guess you never could of.
G r e a t .
I’m not going to hang onto impossible details or tiny annoyances that I felt about your behaviour everything you were-- I’m not going to poetically go into how you were filled with good intentions that I knew would eventually turn to ashes, like everyone who has ever been good in history does. I’m not even going to talk about your ridiculous devotion to Tess, although whatever light you see in her will soon be g o n e . Does trying to save people help you save yourself?
It never helped m e .
I want to talk about something else. The strength of friendship. The wonder of never really knowing who someone is. You didn’t know who Lukas Laing was, what he was capable of, you didn’t know what your parents were capable of, so what happens when you find out more than you wanted to know? Something terrible and dangerous, Ricky?
What if you can’t just run?
Your demons will come back to haunt you, Ricky, because ignorance isn’t bliss.
It isn’t fucking bliss.
Not at all.