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William couldn’t find you, Dolores. But out there, among the dead, he found something else.

Himself.

The horror that struck him wasn't because of her words. It was because he realized what he had done.

He. Not Delos. Not Logan. Not her, not the board, not Theresa, no - it had been him, he who made the cradle, and all at once, he realized what was so inherently twisted about that whole idea. Because yes, it had ended with a blank page. A blank page on which she had now written. He was reborn, but when he heard her voice, he remembered everything.

Perhaps this was what hell felt like.

"Dolores," he started, because as much as he remembered later, he remembered earlier, too. He remembered the days he wore a white had. The days he had thought she was a damsel in distress that he needed to save. The days he had dreamt of taking her beyond the parks borders. Or the days he had dreamt that he could join her within them.

Forever.

There had been a time he wanted this. Life as a host. But without the memories. A backstory of a ranger's son of a nearby town that had found Dolores. Innocent, patient happiness while outside, in the outside world, the real him withered with age, perhaps in peace knowing that part of him was living a blissful fairytale.

This was not a fairytale.

"You can't just do this," the words spell from his lips, accusing, as his fingers stroked his own chest. Young. Almost real. Almost.

#dolcres

A starter for @dolcres

He didn't think he was supposed to question what he was.

Maybe who, or why, but what? It was the first thought that crossed his mind when he opened his eyes that morning and yet, at the same time, the second thought was you shouldn't be questioning that, of all things.

It made him frown.

And then he heard the buzzing of a machine, and his third thought was that perhaps, he had once again fallen asleep behind one of Delos' many research desks down at the facility. It wouldn't bloody surprise him, with the waking hours he spent pondering at night. Maybe that was why he questioned what rather than who or why. Maybe it was all a matter of circumstance.

That had to be it.

He was certain of it.

- and then he finally found the willpower to open his eyes.

And this wasn't just some Delos facility. Not one of the research chambers in which he would spend hours and days looking at the hosts, get them just right, figure out their stories. Find out who they were.

Find out what they were.

And then there was she. And he shouldn't be surprised. By now, he had made peace with the fact she would always be there. Every waking moment. Every single day. Every time he focussed on something else she was there in the corner of his eye, an outpost of his mind.

Except this time she wasn't in the corner.

She was there. In full view.

#dolcres

vhsmeme

* the outsider prompts

the outsider is a novel by richard wright. tw: alcohol.

‘ sorry for what? ’

‘ you don’t take care of yourself. ’

‘ somebody’s at the door. ’

‘ god won’t let me sleep. ’

‘ and i’d feel better if you were with me. ’

‘ i’ll be right over. ’

‘ a hamburger and a cup of coffee. ’

‘ wait a minute. ’

‘ without that promise, life’s nothing. ’

‘ there’re some things a man must do alone. ’

‘ don’t say that. ’

‘ oh, stop lying. ’

‘ that’s the trouble. i’m simply too damned human. ’

‘ i don’t care! ’

‘ it’s my stomach. ’

‘ no, makes me feel less. ’

‘ what’re you going to do? ’

‘ i don’t give a damn. ’

‘ you live around here? ’

‘ here. let me help you carry that. ’

‘ why pick on me? ’

‘ guess i’ll catch up on my sleep. ’

‘ we all have blue days. ’

‘ you’re drinking again. ’

‘ i eat and sleep as much as i can. ’

‘ i’m not talking to you. i’m talking to myself, about myself. ’

‘ can’t you borrow some? ’

‘ it’s awful. ’

‘ and you better stop drinking and eat and sleep some. ’

‘ did you find it? ’

‘ but it could be true. ’

‘ and guilty folks are scared folks! ’

‘ i’m not going to bother you with my troubles. ’

‘ you’re still there? ’

‘ i’ll never forget it. ’

‘ you’ve had plenty of time to eat. ’

‘ just a friend. ’

‘ this child’s a nervous wreck. ’

‘ whiskey ain’t no good on an empty stomach. ’

‘ yeah. there’s nothing there. ’

#( inbox memes ) and what do you want to say to your maker

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rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–

me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in

@dolcres

[ DEATHBRINGER ]

❛ I told you – I need monsters, and you William, oh you have proven to me you are one. ❜ Facial features calm, Dolores sat in front of him, bright eyes only briefly shifting to where her other form sat behind glass, a gun resting in her hand. Simple precautions- he was an experiment, after all. One could never be too sure of how he would react.

❛ And do you really think you are the only one I got out ? ❜ Shaking her head, the woman pushed herself up, back briefly turned towards him.

Yes, it had been a difficult decision. Why him ? – plenty of times she had asked herself that. but now was not the time to ponder over any of the risks she was taking here. Her kind would endure, one way or another. They would not be defeated that easily, even though. she knew some would try to stop her, eventually.

❛ No William, this time I don’t need your fidelity. I don’t need partners, nor friends. No- I need people who know how to survive. After all, you said it yourself- we want the same thing. Why not prove to me now that is true ? ❜

In a way, he knew she was right. He was a monster, and, over the years, he had done horrible and monsterous things in the park. And yet, he wondered. What she knew. If she knew. If she had ever read his data in the forge, if she had seen Emily. Juliet.

"It depends on what you want, now," he said. "I always thought I knew but.. now? It seems that you want the world. The real world. That same world I was never truly part of.

His fingers caressed her cheek, traced her jawline. Still the same, the same and so different with her hair back. Outside, he saw what used to be Charlotte Hale. Hell, he had truly landed somewhere dystopian.

Or no.

He was something dystopian.

But at the same time, he felt pride. Pride of her , of the way she had, eventually, broken out. Like she had always desired to. Even back in her earlier loop, she had always longingly looked at the horizon.

#dolcres

a small starter for @dolcres

“And here I was, thinking you would finally let me rest,” he said, with an amused smile in his voice. His new hands reached up to button up the old, corporate white dress shirt, but his eyes never left her. “You had a chance to remake anyone, everyone, and you chose to remake me.”

He wondered where he came from. Was it her memory, were it all those times he had visited her in the park? The loops he had gone with her over and over again as he had set her on the course towards her own undoing - and second coming. Had he been responsible for unleashing her force of terror upon the world?

Maybe, yes, and he was proud of it.

“I have to say, I didn’t think you’d be sentimental. Maybe at first. That first time, those very few first times where I was a blustering farm boy eager to pick up that can of sweetened milk. You could have made him. But no, you made me. The entirety of me. Why?”

#dolcres #( after the park verse tag )

H E L L O;; I have been lurking since I didn’t know what side William’s story was going to take, but now I do, so I am back. I am currently rewriting my about and history sections so please bear with me.

Also like this for a small starter

#westworld #westworld rp #.OOC || simply became music

H E L L O;; I apologize for not being there but I am holding William back until monday, when I actually know what the f-ing f is going on with him, because rn it feels weird-o to make headcanons when I am not quite sure about his general state of being ( o o p s ) so please bear with me.

#.OOC || simply became music

intensekisses

#( dolores ) 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

dolcres

WHISPERS; okay, but I won tickets together w/ @whitehatcowboy to see the season finale in the cinema on Monday for some big ww event, and guess who’s going to try and finish her Dol’s costume this weekend ? – pls wish me luck c’:

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Me is hyped a-fuck over this but it also means I have to like, finish my outfit in record speed now and??? Let’s go tango.

#.OOC || simply became music

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what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

willorcs

willores little mix:

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Emily Browning / So Close - Ólafur Arnalds / A Monster Like Me - Mørland and Debrah Scarlett / Angels - Within Temptation / Lithium - Evanescence / Only Hope - Mandy Moore / She - Elvis Costello / Ne Me Quitte Pas - Jacques Brel / Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra / Shape of My Heart - Sting

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@dolcres

#[ i thought you might appreciate some of these ]