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@ucciisore
#UCCIISORE
ind. original character Leon Calvetti. established june 2021. exploring themes such as the repercussions of rage, nature vs nurture, vengeance, the rabid dog, finding ones self, and the internal struggle between good and evil. includes triggering themes such as violence, mentions of abuse, weapons, gore, and drug use. this is an 21+ low activity blog written by nikki. she/her. 27.Β
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" i have a meanness in me, real as an organ slit me at the belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark. " β #perniicious an indie horror oc
PAUL MESCAL Photographed by Jason Hetherington for Flaunt Magazine
@specterseen: β why is it whenever we see each other, youβre covered in blood? β
it was a good question - one that he didn't exactly have the answer to without putting them both in danger and so he simply shrugs instead, mentally cursing himself for being so sloppy and allowing robin to catch him literally red handed once again. "don't know - bad luck i guess." which was enough of an explanation as to why he would be standing outside his apartment door looking like he got hit by a fucking truck. "why are you here, robin? i don't remember ordering a pizza." or maybe he did? he's pretty certain he might be concussed at this point.
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(Β weΒ loveΒ angstΒ onΒ thisΒ blog,Β whatΒ canΒ weΒ say.Β hereβsΒ someΒ moreΒ dialogueΒ promptsΒ forΒ you.Β aΒ warningΒ forΒ potentiallyΒ triggeringΒ themesΒ below.Β )
β everything you touch, you ruin. β
β the only one who gets to kill you, is me. β
β you canβt make me disappear. β
β memories are only there to make you bleed. β
β i donβt need your permission. β
β donβt shut me out like this. β
β the less you know, the better. β
β i wonβt stop killingΒ until you kill me. β
β why is it whenever we see each other, youβre covered in blood? β
β you think i felt something for you? youβve forgotten what i am. β
β the last time we talked, didnβt you say you wanted to kill me? β
β i felt something loosen in me that shouldnβt have been loosened. β
β pull yourself together. we have work to do. β
β stay back, i have a demon inside of me. β
β let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. β
β people like that donβt deserve to live. β
β just do what youβre told. like you always do. β
β why do you have to make everyone hate you? β
β itβs better that you donβt get involved. β
β iβd do anything to make you stay. β
β who cares if it bleeds. β
β is this what you think love is? β
β just breathe through it. it gets easier. β
β donβt pretend that you cared about me. β
β iβm starting to think you like wasting my time. β
β we wouldnβt be alive if it werenβt for me. β
β i will never, ever, give you a momentβs peace. β
β the world doesnβt hate us. but it doesnβt love us either. β
β it hurts that you still canβt trust me after all this time. β
β a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. β
β itβs safer to be feared, than loved. β
β am i not good enough for you? β
β a burnt child loves the fire. β
β iβm tired of dying. β
β what if you hurt because it feels good? β
β donβt try to fix me, iβm not broken. β
β if you want me to die, you can just say so. β
β you donβt have to be afraid of who you are. β
β that line disappears once you cross it. β
β how can i believe you after all youβve done? β
β i wonβt let you forget about me. β
β the person you once knew me as, died. β
β are you going to leave me again? β
β i have nothing i could offer you. β
β no one is going to save you. no one can. β
β maybe youβre / iβm already dead. βΒ
β you have blood on your hands. β
β what, canβt take a punch? β
β iβm your mind giving you someone to talk to. β
β you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. β
" between terror and rage ucciisore --- i chose rage. " ind. crime oc.
PAUL MESCAL as JUNIOR in FOE (2023)
@ucciisore: starter call. π°
"What if this is who I really am?" The question lingers between them. She's just so damn tired of toeing the line, of fighting what's inside of her. For who? For what? Why must she think of the consequences? Bunny has power that people can only dream of, why should she be afraid of it? Why must she be fair and equal, when life has chewed her up and spit her out? "Would that disappoint you?"
he had always felt bunny's darkness, her struggle, her fight against herself. it was something far too familiar and something he saw so deeply in himself. who were they behind the monsters they had been made to be? often leon would wake in a cold sweat stuck on the thought that maybe this was it. maybe there was nothing left behind the pain and bloodshed - no longer human but merely a weapon. a frown tugs at his lips, slowly shaking his head to her question. "no, coniglia." words are hummed quiet yet certain, taking a step closer to bunny, eyes a deep blue as they fix on her. "there is nothing i would change about you - " he would take it all, every last gruesome little bit. " - not a damn thing."
I'm still here!!! My anxiety has just been so high lately it's been hard to write but things are starting to get better
leon and his perpetual state of loneliness
Bones and All (2022) // dir. Luca Guadagnino
@crushsung : β donβt look at me like that. β
was he looking at her? time and reason slipped away in waves of exhaustion that buzzed in his head like a swarm of angry hornets, rendering him powerless to his own thoughts and actions which ran wild tonight. so really, he wouldn't be surprised if his gaze had been lingering and he arches a curious brow in her direction.
"--- like what?"
@grote5que : β what are you smiling at? β
the question makes him want to scowl but with the way riley was looking at him with those fervent amber eyes of hers he found it damn near impossible and it was becoming increasingly obvious that even after all the years apart and the distance between them riley still had that pestering hold over him that no one else was quite capable of. "you, amore mio -" he missed her. like really fucking missed her.
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[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. END ID]
