the black dog!

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 [ ... ] 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙩

[undoctrine]

MAYBE LIFE WAS JUST A BET THAT I LOST TO DRUGS & CIGARETTES.

#UNDOCTRINE:     AN  INDEPENDENT  ORIGINAL  CHARACTER,  SET  WITHIN  HIS  OWN  UNIVERSE  AND  HEAVILY  ASSOCIATED  WITH  @unheaven.   WRITTEN  BY  CHRISSIE,  28,  SHE/THEY.     OTHER  VERSES  INCLUDE:   FALLOUT,  GOTHAM,  STRANGER  THINGS,  GRISHAVERSE,  FAR  CRY,  OVERWATCH  AND  MORE.

[vvitchcrft]

i don't know why i am the way i am. independent oc. 21+

[vvitchcrft]

i don't know why i am the way i am. independent oc. 21+

[undoctrine]

@vvitchcrft <3

[hervelle-archived]

i was in pigtails when my dad died...

[undoctrine]

happy my birthday month to those who celebrate

[undoctrine]

i’m gonna remake taylor’s blog one of these days and then it’s over for y’all….

[undoctrine]

my everyday urge to write the belcher children grows

[unpossession]

Willow knows this diner fairly well, so she doesn't need to look too hard at the menu. She isn't sure that she actually wants anything, but eating will give her something to do with her hands, and a reason for long pauses between questions and their answers. He makes an excuse for not seeing Emma, and she looks at him for a moment with a passive, catlike gaze: What makes you think I want to see you either?

A waitress comes over, sparing them both a painful back-and-forth of 'she misses you' 'she's better off without me' 'she's going to find out that you're back sooner of later' ---- Willow is thankful. She orders pancakes for the table and a cup of Earl Grey --- and a black coffee for Ben. He doesn't seem like a people person these days, and she's comfortable enough here to give the waitress eye contact, and smile like she deserves.

"What brought you back here?"

[undoctrine]

He's thankful enough to the waitress, a little glance of acknowledgment and a hint of a forced smile. That doesn't stop him from receding into himself, eyes sore already from the harshness of the diner lighting. She asks him what brought him back; there are a million answers he could give that might be enough. A case, no -- he doesn't work anymore. Money? No, he has too much of that for his own good. The real answer tastes like metal in his mouth. "Uh, I guess --- I guess I felt like it was time." He begins. Time for repentance. Time to face the ugly mess he had left behind with her, with everyone. He had burned his whole life to the ground, and fled while the embers were still burning like a coward. "I was, uh, I was alone... no, uh. Lonely. I've ----" His fingers curl into his palms sharply. He's become out of control.

[valtsv]

sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

[stuart-townsend]

Villains (2019) dir. Robert Olsen, Dan Berk

[undoctrine]

How pathetic he's become. Only seeing her frozen in time through photos in magazines. Stealing glances at her only through social media. She comes to him only through fuzzy images in a drug-addled haze, swearing she still loves him and telling him everything will be okay. But this isn't a dream. He really is standing outside @unheaven's door, hand scrunched up in a fist hovering impotently over her door. It takes him much longer than it should to gather the confidence to finally knock, but he does. And he waits.

[vitalphenomena]

@undoctrine // x

TWEAKER KNOWS TWEAKER. She regards Ben with something like fury until the realization sets in that he must be very, very high.

And she's been there before. She's there right now! She just handles it a little bit better than he is right now. So.

"You need some water. And a cigarette. Let's go outside."

[undoctrine]

Kindness is not something he reacts to kindly. He is a wounded dog that has been kicked too many times. Wide pupils regard her, trying to figure out if he can trust her. The panic wins over, and he simply nods, teeth grinding into one another. He doesn't say anything as he follows her out of the building, waiting and watching and needing guidance.

[unpossession]

"No..." She'd be worried if they were alone. In public she'll be okay. If he tries anything, there are witnesses, and she can always leave if she starts getting too upset. If she brought him inside she'd have to make him leave. Also, she's kind of not scared because -- now that she's no longer cornered and caught off guard, she remembers: she's more than capable of killing a man.

She wraps her arms around herself, keeping a nice, comfortable distance beside him. It's a shame it has to be like this now. She squeezes her arms as they approach the warm light of the diner. It's about the only thing that's open.

"You should go see Emma. She'll be angry with me if she hears you came to see me and not her. I've just started to get her not to hate me so badly..."

[undoctrine]

There might be some version of himself that would take solace in that answer. A simple no would be enough to suffice, and he wouldn't dwell on it for days, weeks to come. Alas, he is this version of himself, that will dwell and overthink and wonder what it really means. Nitpick apart her body language and every word she says. She mentions Emma and his throat dries up. "I, uh, I don't think she'll want to -- want to see me..." Or can he just not face the idea of seeing her like this? This bottom of the barrel man he has become. A nothing, a degenerate. Who he should have been from the beginning, perhaps. Ben holds up the diner door for her, ignores the prickling feeling on the back of his neck of prying eyes of the other patrons.

[undoctrine]

i've started ben's carrd it's perfect he's perfect (he's not)

[undoctrine]

me realising ben doesn’t even have a carrd and i haven’t updated his google doc in like three years i’m—-

[dylnsohbrien]