#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡

[chronosbled]

☣ — He knows that he probably should never say this, nor should he ever really show such a thing as truth with his actions, but now that he thinks about it... Cinder is pretty hot too.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Colorless Enigma!AU tag pending. } #{ Discord Commentary } #{ He could never say such a thing to Cinder's face. Certainly not Crystal's either. } #{ So he would just likely end up checking the both of them out like her normally does. } #{ But given how he's always looking at everyone... most people just believe he's staring off into space like usual. } #{ He likes to observe and watch in silence most times. It's his favorite pass time. } #{ The only person he'd likely tell this kinda stuff to is probably Philis. Cause that's mama. } #{ She's probably pull him by his cheek though. }

[chronosbled]

"What are you looking at? Let me see." ehé I bring a curious wife this time for Dickson <3 what shall it be? what is it? all yours to decide.

☣ — BEAKERS FILLED WITH VARIOUS DIFFERENT LIQUIDS BUBBLED OVER A SMALL FIRE, clear tubing connecting from one beaker to the next, creating a clear path for the mixtures to merge together. Experimenting with new chemicals and substances was always something the raven enjoyed, much like a child when acquiring a new video game or a new toy they could play with, there was a never ending source of entertainment. After all, experimenting like this was how he began to develop his own serums and even create his own vaccines for things most people in the medical fields would never want a cure for — especially due to the fact big pharma loves to make bank on the sick and helpless. Not him though, no sir. He didn't want money for the things he would create, instead all he wanted was the recognition he deserved for saving those that needed to be saved. He simply wanted to give people who have nothing a fair chance at survival, hence all his sleepless nights of testing and trying, all his self-torture from experimenting on himself, it was all worth it — even if it brought back horrible childhood memories for him.

☣ — However, HE STILL NEEDED TO KEEP HIS OWN MUTATION IN CHECK AS WELL, thus why he had taken the time to perfect a serum for his specific condition out of his own blood and various other things. Said serum also had the potential to infect others and save them from death, something he did often when coming across those that had been dealt a bad hand in life, granting them a new immortal life as a being connected to him through blood. In a way, one could say he was much like a vampire when passing on their vampiric curse, but this was more like he was recreating the family that he was never allowed to have. Though his attention is drawn towards the woman of sakura colored hair once hearing her speak, head lifting from it's slouched position as he had been looking down at his exposed forearm — syringe in hand as he was about to inject himself — an unusually tired looking smile spreading across his features.

☣ — "It's just a serum I created for my mutation, it helps to keep me more... human... as one would say." HE KEEPS THE SYRINGE IN HAND BEFORE CAREFULLY TURNING IT OVER TO HIS PARTNER, "Go ahead, just be careful not to stick yourself." After all, the last thing he would need is for her to hurt herself because of his own lack of caution, and his lack of proper rest to prevent himself from falling asleep standing at his desk, much like he usually did. He was certain she could see that much in his eyes and the way he was currently presenting himself — hair sloppily tousled everywhere and his shirt somewhat crooked from applying various tests on himself — not to mention he hadn't even tried to cover up all the scars scattered across the exposed parts of his body like he normally did. "You know, you're really cute when you're curious~."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ Not this man experimenting on himself day in and day out for the benefit of others. } #{ Not this man also throwing away his own sleep to keep performing his experiments. } #{ He is a man dedicated to science and bio-weapons all the same. } #{ But Crystal should be happy that he's not trying to cover himself up like he normally does (even if it's- } #{ just because he's too tired to process it) since he's actually really ashamed and embarrassed about all- } #{ the scars he obtained during his childhood. He thinks they look really gross and ugly. } #{ Cause everyone always comments about how handsome or pretty he is hence the “pretty boy”- } #{ compliments he gets all the time by both women and men in his day to day life. } #{ So he feels like he lying to people by letting them call him that when he knows that he's got scars all over him. } #{ My guy is just too tired to care at the moment. } #{ Thank you for sending this ask! }

[chronosbled]

"You can drink it this time. It doesn't have poison." for Dickson from his beloved maybe to be wife <3

☣ — SUDDEN SOUND OF MELODIC VOICE CATCHES HIS ATTENTION, royal blue irises slowly making their way from various documents scattered across desk before finally resting upon the glass being bestowed to him by the other, taking but a few seconds to stare at the contents as if analyzing it. Not because he was skeptical of the other, but because it was simply in his nature to analyze everything. Smile slowly begins to spread across his features as he reaches his hand forward, taking the glass and keeping his fingers pressed against it's cold surface rather firmly. Oh, how many times had it been since his beloved wife tried to poison him? How many times has she said those exact lines before he found himself choking upon his own blood? He honestly had lost count, but that never stopped him from drinking the concoction anyway — just like he was about to do right now, lips pressed against the rim of the glass.

☣ — "Well, what do you know," his voice rings out cheerfully, "you really didn't poison it this time~!" THERE'S A SMALL FIT OF LAUGHTER THAT FOLLOWS DIRECTLY AFTERWARDS, only causing his smile to grow that much wider. He takes a moment to shift the glass into his left hand so he could use the right to gently cup underneath Crystal's chin, "Guess this means you really do love me, huh~? That or I'll be choking up blood in a few more seconds because you used a slower acting poison, but what's the difference?" Only he would thing being poisoned and being loved were the same thing.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚҽɳҽႦɾιʂρxɳҽα ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ I went with Dickson's main verse (RE6) for this one since I remember Crystal only poisons Dickson in that verse- } #{ during the time that she's a spy and she doesn't seem to do it at all in RE8. } #{ But regardless... Dickson will happily drink anything Crystal gives him whether it's poison or not. } #{ This man really said “love is love and poison is love.” } #{ Like that's something one should affiliate with such a thing. *shakes head* } #{ This man needs some help. }

[chronosbled]

In any case, here: a Crystal slowly coming from behind to bite Dickson.

☣ — CRIMSON-BLUE SPLICED IRISES GAZED DOWNWARD TOWARDS THE VARIOUS ASSORTMENT OF BODIES THAT LAID MOTIONLESS AT HIS FEET, blood still flowing freely from freshly created wounds, forming a rather large puddle that began to stain into the fabric of black boots. Hilt of his sword still held firmly within his grasp meanwhile the blade remained placed against the dirtied ground, not sitting quite upright, but more or less haphazardly tilted — thus making it evident that his mind was elsewhere despite his physical body remaining here, but where his mind was would be a question that goes unanswered if he were ever to be asked — after all, he made it a point in his life to never answer personal questions asked of him. His left hand is slow to rise to his face, moving in a fashion that appeared to be him wiping away sweat, but instead he merely ended up smudging a splatter of blood onto his cheek just below his eye.

☣ — It had been some time since he'd traveled from the Tyr Empire all the way to the Black Rose, LEAVING BEHIND EVERYTHING THAT HE ONCE KNEW AS HIS HOME (OR RATHER IT HAD NEVER BEEN HIS HOME TO BEGIN WITH, perhaps he had only stayed because he had no where else to go) — it wasn't like Randolph would listen to a single thing he had to say after all, instead he encouraged the raven to "behave like the good little heir" he was supposed to be — thus why he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He had grown tired of doing his grandfather's bidding after all, but alas, things weren't much different for him now. He was still using his skills to do another's bidding, but at least this time he could do so with full conviction, especially since he had grown a rather deep soft spoke for one of the leaders of the Black Rose. Though he's pulled from his thoughts the moment he hears someone approaching him from behind. Normally he would turn with the instinct to fight, to protect himself, but this time he did no such thing. Instead he simply allowed the other to draw closer until delicate fingertips gently pulled the back half of his mask down, followed by the sudden sensation of teeth piercing into the soft flesh on the back of his neck, earning a slight grunt to escape from pressed lips hidden behind black fabric, irises moving ever so slowly to the side in attempt to look at the culprit.

☣ — CRYSTAL SLEVANT, leader of the Spring Layer of the Black Rose. The very woman that struck fear into the hearts of many with a simple usher of her name, much like his grandfather. There's silence between the two for what seems like a few moments, almost as if he had to drop the act of a mass murdered and get back into the character of a love-struck fool, "I wasn't expecting you to check on me during my task... let alone bestow such a reward unbefitting of me," that much is evident given how his voice still had yet to shift from it's low tone to a much softer one. "As you can see, I have taken care of the spies just as you have ordered. If you so wish it, I am more than ready to take on another task for you, my queen." With that, he takes a small step forward and away from the female, finally turning around to face her before kneeling down, gaze lowered towards blood soaked boots. Yet despite all his grandstanding, he could seem to hide the slight shade of color that had spread to the tips of his ears.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #{ Colorless Enigma!AU tag pending. } #{ I decided to use his CE!AU for this one. } #{ In his CE verse... he's got two-toned eyes. They're crimson and his usual royal blue. } #{ Though the two colors tend to show through differently depending on what's happening. } #{ They're more crimson when he's being serious or in battle but then they're more blue when he's just messing around and having fun. } #{ They're an even split of crimson and blue when he's just kinda... existing. It's the one time that both sides of him just kinda- } #{ don't exist because he isn't really sure what to do with himself at the moment. } #{ Also... even if Crystal isn't a queen of anything; he will still call her his queen. } #{ It's just gonna be his nickname for her most likely in this verse. }

[chronosbled]

Mayhem occurs often in places like that — where embers trace the revival of the wildest fires incrusted in the flesh of everyone. Typical, one may think. It's almost the same: drinks, songs, other substances into play … all to numb everyday life and it's toll. To devour what it's necessary for survival, letting the greed grow bigger to claw itself to the very core. Predictably, the woman could only feel apathy towards those who waste such luxuries away.

That's the reason she stands before him, all in a place she does not belong to. Where she does look out of her element and yet, it's chaotic to be this calm, to have learnt to swim with sharks. It's odd. It's casual. The woman had to lift a strand of the red dress and move the other hand to see how much of the drink was left before speaking. "Of all the people, finding you there… It's a surprise. I cannot say if I like it, or not." <3

☣ — BRIGHTLY COLORED LIGHTS FLASHED CONTINUOUSLY AS MUSIC PLAYED LOUDLY THROUGHOUT THE BUILDING, followed by the movement of various bodies dancing to the almost hypnotic beat — often leading for one to be bumped into by the growing crowd of the drunk and high, something many didn't seem to mind within this kind of environment — the smell of cigarettes and weed mixing together with the smell of sweat was something he certainly didn't enjoy. It was something he could deal with though, at least for the time he was here... after all, he couldn't exactly run a nightclub or bring in new customers if he wasn't present to entice all the new faces into coming back on a regular basis, especially when it came down to the ladies. They were the prime targets. It was always so easy to wrap his arm around them and whisper all the sweet little things they wanted to hear into their ears, always making them want more than what they were worth. After all, it wasn't like they actually wanted him, they just wanted the money and power that was affiliated with his family name. Just like everyone did. Thus why it was so easy for him to reach into the bag and pull out one of his many facades, changes faces on a daily basis simply for the sake of getting what he wanted. The savvy business man, the charitable philanthropist, the genius scientist, the compassionate doctor, the stone-cold assassin, the team playing soldier, and most of all, the fun loving neighbor. None were exactly who he was deep down on the inside, but rather parts of him that he wished to be.

☣ — Fits of laughter rang out loudly, COMING FROM NONE OTHER THAN THE WOMAN SWARMED AROUND HIM — hands gently brushing upon his shoulders or grabbing upon his arms, something the absolutely couldn't stand (oh how badly his body wished to retract into itself to avoid all of the unnecessary touching, it took all he had not to push them off of him — instead keeping the charming smile present upon his face (even if it looked like it was straining). But all of his willpower alone could not prepare him for the sight he saw just ahead of him. Sakura colored hair, amaranthine eyes, and a beautiful red dress. The woman in question being none other than Crystal, his beloved wife, the very one who was back at the estate only moments ago. All of the charm and wit previous had completely vanished, his body only served to grow tense the longer he stared at her — he should have expected something like this, after all... Crystal had always been an explorative woman — he could feel the beads of sweat roll down his face and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. So with a quick movement, he pulled himself away from the gaggle of woman around him and slowly made his way over to the other.

☣ — 'You have to confront her.' 'You have to explain to her.' 'You have to think of something to say to her.' 'You have to reassure her about everything.' HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE THERE WOULDN'T BE COLLATERAL DAMAGES FROM WHAT SHE HAD JUST WITNESSED IN THAT MOMENT, or else there would be trouble.

☣ — "I can explain," his voice comes forth rather softly when he speaks, ALMOST BEING COMPLETELY DROWNED OUT BY THE BLARING MUSIC OVERHEAD, "it's not what it looks like, okay? I'm just working." He isn't sure if what she says means she's angry or simply surprised, but regardless... he feels as if he owes her this much. "I'm only here to bring in new customers and... the women here are easy targets for that. They clamor around anyone who looks attractive enough and has money, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I never intended to do anything more than that, in case I've possibly upset you." Yet no matter how much he tries to talk his way out of this, he can feel the overwhelming sensation of unease welling within the very pits of his stomach. It's a strange feeling, something that he isn't used to experiencing. It was akin to something a child would feel when they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't, except this felt ten times more overpowering. Perhaps because he wasn't a child who had been caught by a parent, but because he was a grown man being caught by the woman he loved the most. Caught doing something that he didn't even truly care for. "You know that I love you and that I'll always love you, more than anyone here. More than anyone ever! I would never do anything to hurt you and if you don't believe me, ask me to do anything and I will." Voice beginning to fill with the sound of panic, a truly bizarre trait for the man of raven hair — because not once did he ever lose his cool during any situation, so long as it wasn't about his grandfather's death — arms crossing over one another as hands begin to tightly grip at the fabric of his black suit, fingers digging further and further into the skin hidden underneath.

☣ — OH, how he hated this feeling. He hated everything about it and wished she would simply say something already. It was dangerous how much of a hold she had on him without even needing to say much of anything, but then again, that's what happens when someone who's broken and obsessive falls for someone who knows how to get what she wants.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ Congrats Crystal. You broke your husband without even needing to do anything. } #{ All you did was say a few words and he's already crawling back and begging for forgiveness. } #{ Even if you aren't actually mad at him because he can't figure it our himself. } #{ Crystal is the only person he can't read 100% and get a clear grasp on. } #{ Hence one of the main reasons he loves her so much. She always keeps him guessing. } #{ He's literally getting anxious over what she might say to him. Which is something he's never experienced. } #{ So he's just starting to lose his cool and panic. Probably not good for his little previous act. } #{ But that's what happens when someone like Dickson falls for some like Crystal. } #{ Thank you for sending this in! } #{ Sorry it took me so long to get to. } #{ I only recently got on my laptop. }

[chronosbled]

☣ — "Yeah, only I get to be Crystal's lab rat~!" He sits there with a big ass grin on his face for a few seconds before finally processing just what exactly that means. "Wait..."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαɳɠ υρ ყσυɾ ɠυɳ; ιƚ'ʂ ƚιɱҽ ƚσ ɾҽʅαx. ' ] - ✡ Cɾαƈƙ ✡ #☣ [ ' Tαƙιɳɠ α ƚɾιρ αɾσυɳԃ ƚԋҽ ԃαʂԋႦσαɾԃ; ɯԋαƚ ɯιʅʅ ɯҽ ϝιɳԃ ƚσԃαყ? ' ] - ✡ Dαʂԋ Cσɱɱҽɳƚαɾყ ✡ #{ This man is literally the dumbest smart person you will ever meet. } #{ I kid you not. } #{ But even though he got confused... he'd still like himself be her lab rat. }

[chronosbled]

hehe. i'm bad at puns--

☣ — 'My, my, what's this~?' He finds this little attempt at romance to be rather cute, perhaps even enticing even. He certainly could recall how hard he desperately tried to claw his way into the other's heart, but he couldn't remember anything about nailing. Perhaps she was referring to the nail marks left upon his skin by none other than herself? "Well, aren't you a precious one~? Taking time out of your day to create a special little card just for me, it truly does make you even more adorable." There's a small laugh that escapes his lips before he continues speaking, "Though, you're always more than welcome to come and show me just how much I mean to you... physically~."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ʋҽɳҽɳυɱɾσʂҽʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Pʅҽαʂҽ ԃσɳ'ƚ ιɳԃυʅɠҽ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Sαʋҽԃ ✡ #{ Crystal really over here enticing Dickson with her antics. } #{ LORD HAVE MERCY UPON HIM. } #{ He loves when she does stuff like this for him. } #{ Which I'm pretty sure is obvious given his little implications left at the end. } #{ *wink wink* If you know what he's getting at anyway. } #{ Haha. This was super cute of you to send though! } #{ So thank you so much Serin! } #{ Dickson is gonna treasure this little card forever. }

[chronosbled]

Since there is a chant. She bites the husband. <3

☣ — EVEN THOUGH HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED AS MUCH, there's still a light gasp that escapes his lips, followed by a shiver that travels down his spine as he feels a pair of teeth sink into the exposed skin of his shoulder — all because he decided that he would wear a shirt that exposed the top of his shoulders instead of being completely covered like usual, mainly because he had only woken up a few minutes ago and hadn't tossed on the right shirt. It takes all he has to not utter any type of sound, but he couldn't help the whine that follows, a hand reaching upward as he gently brushed his fingers over the freshly made mark once the other was finished with her handiwork. "You know," his voice comes forth rather shaky, "no matter how many times you do that... I always get caught off guard." A clear shade of color taking quickly taking over his features. "It's kinda hot though~."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #{ There you go Crystal. A very flustered husband from how much you bite him. } #{ I finally got to use that icon. Mwahaha~! } #{ He totally loves whenever she comes up and bites him randomly. } #{ Even if he hates biting in general from anyone else. } #{ The wifey is a special case. } #{ I also hope you enjoy that Mother's Day ask I sent for Crystal too! } #{ Thank you for sending this in! }

[chronosbled]

Mister Dickson, how have you come to love a witch?

☣ — “A witch?” The words that come forth ever so clearly lack the usual playful tone that his voice normally possesses, making it evident that — whether she was a witch or not — he didn’t appreciate the term in how the question was asked. ‘How have you come to love a witch?’ As if she wasn’t worth loving in the first place. As if, just because she wasn’t human, she wasn’t worth loving. As if she wasn’t lovable. That thought alone was more than enough to make the smile on his face fade, leaving nothing but a blank canvas for an expression. “Do you think she’s a witch? Do you think that, because she’s different, she isn’t worth the time nor the effort I put into her?” His voice soon turns cold as he speaks, taking a single step closer towards the stranger, until they were backed against a nearby wall. “I can assure you that she is worth it. Every. Single. Second. She has always been worth far more to me than most of these useless human females that want nothing more than someone’s money and reputation.” Yes, that’s right, because every other woman that he’d met only ever wanted him for one thing or another — his money, his looks, his family name, his reputation, the things he could give them, the things he could do, the things they could brag about — but in reality, would scream and run in fear once they found out he wasn’t what they thought he was. Those that called him a monster. Those that no longer breathe after making such a claim.

☣ — “I love her because of the fact that she’s different. I love her because she isn’t afraid of me. I love her because she understands the pain and suffering I have gone through because she has also suffered. I love her because she loves me for how I am and doesn’t try to change me, instead she tries to help me achieve the things I strive for, she encourages me more than anyone else ever could. She doesn’t care that I am not mentally stable, nor does she care that I have done things that would make most humans claim me insane. She simply loves me. She loves me.” The fabled tale of achieving true love that had been spun for as many years as he could recall, dancing around within his mind ever since his mother had read him his very first fairy tale storybook — it was something that resonated deep within his being, even when he couldn’t understand such a feeling — he had been fascinated with such a concept, not because it seemed ideal, but because it seemed so foreign to him. The older he became, the more he began to crave the love and affection of someone he held dear, but alas... he had never been blessed by such a thing no matter how hard he strived for it — perhaps it was his fault for wanting such things from people that he clearly meant nothing to — his grandfather had never been capable of love after all. “Crystal will always be more important to me than anything else. She will always come before my studies and my work. She will never be second place in any sense of the word. She was able to take someone utterly incapable of feeling any type of human emotions... and somehow able to make them feel every positive emotion that could ever be felt. She was able to make me feel as if my heart didn’t belong to that of a monster, but a human being. She was able to make me feel human.”

☣ — His hand moves slowly, eventually coming to rest upon the strangers shoulder while the other hand seemingly disappears behind his back, emerging only a few seconds later with a rather large blade, the serrated edge resting gently against the other’s throat. “Now,” a barely visible smile begins to take over his features, “surely you see just how lovely a person she is? I’m sure that you understand completely why I love her, because if you don’t, then I’m afraid I’ll have to show you just how far I’m willing to go to show you my love for her. After all,” blade pressing further into the other’s neck just enough to draw droplets of blood, “I’m sure she would love to meet you. You would make a nice snack for her... and how she does love to play with her food~.”

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Lσɳɠ; ʅσɳɠ; αɠσ ι ԃιԃ ɳσƚ ƙɳσɯ ɯԋσ ι ɯαʂ. αɳԃ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ԃҽҽρɳҽʂʂ ι ɯαʂ ʅσʂƚ αɳԃ ɳσɯ... ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ 8 ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Mαʂƙҽԃ Pαɾƚιƈιραɳƚʂ. ' ] - ✡ Aɳσɳყɱσυʂ ✡ #{ Anon... this is why we don't question Dickson's love for Crystal. } #{ You will end up with injuries and then be Crystal's snack. } #{ He will happily feed you to her. } #{ I can't control him when he's like this. I'm sorry. } #{ Dickson is not above killing people or kidnapping people for those he loves and cares about. } #{ I mean... he already kidnapped and murdered his canon wife's college teacher because he took advantage of her. } #{ So he will certainly do ten times worse for Crystal since she doesn't care if he murders people like his canon wife does. } #{ Dickson will go to the ends of the earth for Crystal. } #{ It's not like he doesn't have the resources to do so. } #{ And it's not like he's incapable because he's weak like a human. } #{ He's an experiment gone wrong in the end so he is dangerous and deadly. } #{ He would watch Crystal viciously murder someone in front of him and he'd be like 'That's my wife. She's so cute when she kills people~.' } #tw; knife #tw; blood #tw; blood mention #tw; knife mention

[chronosbled]

@spxrosae​​ asked: a pink - haired woman approaches dickson  &  ...  bites his neck.   because she's missing her husband.  that's it,  that's the ask  !

☣ — THE SOUNDS OF METAL ON METAL CLANGED LOUDLY WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE HEISENBERG FACTORY, gears turning as the automated conveyor belt continued to move along it’s guided path to yet another section of the workplace. If he hadn’t been used to such a thing, the high pitched sounds alone could have surely made him go mad a long time ago, especially given his previous circumstance. Large hand grips the handle of a level tightly as he pulls it in a downward motion, turning on yet another machine within the factory. This time though, it lets out a loud whistling noise as steam poured out from the nozzle overhead. Despite the fact Heisenberg was no longer around, Dickson still took it upon himself to run the factory in the absence of his so called master. After all, he could still get some good use out of these machine when he needed something created.

☣ — He doesn’t even hear the woman of sakura colored hair approach him from behind before feeling a sudden stinging sensation upon his neck, CAUSING HIM TO LET OUT A RATHER SURPRISED GASP AS HIS FREE HAND REACHES UP AND BRUSHES AGAINST THE OTHER’S CHEEK. Even though he was aware they were the only two remaining within the village, there was still a lingering sense of paranoia that resided deep within his being, but that didn’t really matter in this moment. His beloved wife was here to get some well deserved attention from him.

☣ — “I didn’t hear you come in,” he speaks in a louder tone than usual, mainly to accommodate for all the noise, “so you gave me a little bit of a scare.” Something he wasn’t afraid to admit. Surely if the two of them were to ever fight, she could somehow find a way to bring him down, and he knew that for a fact. “I miss you too though,” fingers gently rub small circles on delicate skin, admiring just how soft it was despite all the things she had been through. “Once I finish here, we should go for a walk alongside the riverbank. Lately I’ve been engrossed in work here at the factory, so I think it’s time we spent some time together, no?” Like he needed an excuse to steal his wife away.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ʂρxɾσʂαҽ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾҽʋҽɾ ρɾαιʂιɳɠ ԋιɱ ԃҽʋσƚҽԃʅყ... ყҽƚ ԋҽɾҽ ι αɱ Ⴆҽιɳɠ ԃҽɳιҽԃ ɱყ ԃɾҽαɱ. ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ 8: Wҽʅƈσɱҽ ƚσ ƚԋҽ Vιʅʅαɠҽ ✡ #{ Wasn't sure if you wanted Dickson's canon RE8 route (where he isn't a werewolf) or if you wanted his RE8!AU (where he is a werewolf)- } #{ so I just went with his RE8!AU since in that verse I know that he for sure is Crystal's husband. } #{ I hope this is okay! } #{ Thank you for the ask! } #{ Dickson misses his wifey too! <3 }

[chronosbled]

The two twins were happily walking down the street talking and enjoying their own cones of ice cream. That quickly changed however when the boy seems to almost trip over his feet. He corrected himself in time, but the movement still caused the ice cream to fall to the ground. His twin merely laughed at his gloomy expression only to be bumped by a stranger and her ice cream meets the same fate. "My ice cream." She whispers, tearing up, despite being a teenager and not a small child.

☣ — WELL, he hadn't expected to run into a young girl when on his way to work this morning, and he certainly didn't mean to make her drop her frozen treat either. He did feel a little bad for it, but it wasn't like he had intentionally run into her or anything of the sort. Besides, it wasn't like he really had the time to make it up to her and get another one. He was in a bit of a rush, or rather... perhaps saying a rush was an understatement? The man had gotten so lost in his own personal experiments that he hadn't realized what time it was, thus why he had left his house at such a terrible hour, briskly walking through crowds of people and sometimes even full on sprinting across streets. Yet, despite that, he pauses for a moment to make sure that the two at least didn't have any physical injuries.

☣ — "Sorry about that, kiddo, didn't mean to bump into you like that. You seem to be alright though." He takes a few quick glances at the young girl before doing the same to the young boy beside her. "Don't you think you're a bit old to be crying about ice cream though?" HE COULDN'T EVEN REMEMBER HIS OWN CHILDREN CRYING ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT IF HE WERE HONEST? Then again, his children weren't exactly considered the norm, but neither was he. He was going to continue the conversation — and no doubt lose track of time once again like he often did — but his watch let out a rather loud beeping sound as if to remind him he was going to be late. "Ah, crap! Sorry to just leave you two here like this, but I gotta get going. Work stuff, you know? Haha. Make sure you be careful from now onward though." And just like that he takes off sprinting across the street.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Andrew Simoneaux tag pending. } #{ Darla Simoneaux tag pending. } #{ inseparableduo tag pending. } #{ Modern!AU tag pending. } #{ This has been sitting in my inbox forever. } #{ i completely forgot about it because I haven't really been writing anything as of late but I remembered it finally! } #{ So now I have answered it. } #{ I'm so sorry that it took me this long though. } #{ Dickson really did a bump and run just like that. } #{ This guy has the memory of a goldfish when it comes to remembering his work hours. } #{ At least when it comes to his modern verse anyway. }

[chronosbled]

Sulfur on your breath. Granite in my chest. You will never have to talk about it. You never want to talk about it.

Fury too damn late. Reason dislocates. Soon you'll never have to talk about it, You never want to talk about it.

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat. You were more that just somebody I was destined to meet. I see you go half blind when you're looking at me, But I am.

Between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street, You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. You say you want me but you know I'm not what you need, But I am.

When you sit there, Acting like you know me. Acting like you only brought me in to get below me. Never mind the death threats. Parting at the door. We'd rather be six feet under than be lonely.

If you had a problem, Then you should have told me. Before you started getting all aggressive and controlling. You only drink the water, When you think it's holy.

So keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever!

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat. You were more that just somebody I was destined to meet. I see you go half blind when you're looking at me, But I am.

Between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street, You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. You say you want me but you know I'm not what you need, But I am.

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat. You were more that just somebody I was destined to meet. I see you go half blind when you're looking at me, But I am.

Between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street, You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. You say you want me but you know I'm not what you need, But I am.

#Youtube #☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋҽɳ ყσυ ʂιƚ ƚԋҽɾҽ; αƈƚιɳɠ ʅιƙҽ ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ɱҽ. Aƈƚιɳɠ ʅιƙҽ ყσυ σɳʅყ Ⴆɾσυɠԋƚ ɱҽ ιɳ ƚσ ɠҽƚ Ⴆҽʅσɯ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ ʝαɳυʂ Dҽ'Vҽƚɾσ ✡ #☣ [ ' ɳҽʋҽɾ ɱιɳԃ ƚԋҽ ԃҽαƚԋ ƚԋɾҽαƚʂ. Pαɾƚιɳɠ αƚ ƚԋҽ ԃσσɾ. Wҽ'ԃ ɾαƚԋҽɾ Ⴆҽ ʂιx ϝҽҽƚ υɳԃҽɾ ƚԋαɳ Ⴆҽ ʅσɳҽʅყ. ' ] - ✡ ƈԋɾσɳσʂႦʅҽԃ ✡ #☣ [ ' Iϝ ყσυ ԋαԃ α ρɾσႦʅҽɱ; ƚԋҽɳ ყσυ ʂԋσυʅԃ ԋαʋҽ ƚσʅԃ ɱҽ. Bҽϝσɾҽ ɠҽƚƚιɳɠ αʅʅ αɠɠɾҽʂʂιʋҽ αɳԃ ƈσɳƚɾσʅʅιɳɠ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x ʝαɳυʂ ✡ #{ I love Sleep Token so much. } #{ This band has the best music for Dickson I swear to god. } #{ I found this song and the lyrics made me think of Dickson and Janus so much. } #{ How he desperately wanted to be more to her than a tool because he wanted someone to actually love him. } #{ But in the end she wanted nothing to do with him and only wanted him for what he could do for her. } #{ The line about 'we'd rather be six feet under than be lonely' also fits perfect with the both of them because- } #{ neither of them wanted to be alone so they basically just tolerated each other for the sake of having- } #{ someone around that they could interact with. Even if it was just nothing but abuse for Dickson in the end. } #{ Now I won't say that Dickson ever loved Janus because he certainly didn't. He actually grew to hate her. } #{ But in his mind... since he was used to abuse and neglect... that's a normal way to show love and attention. } #{ Thus why when other muses threaten to kill him or hurt him or *coughs* poison him (a joke with Crystal)- } #{ he almost instantly complies or tries to turn it into a game because that's all he really knows. He thinks that- } #{ it means someone finds him interesting enough to want to pay attention to him even if the attention- } #{ that he's getting isn't actually the attention that he wants or should have. Any attention at all is good attention to him. } #{ Hell... sometimes if he gets attached enough to said person... he'll think they possibly love him back. } #{ I rambled a lot but this band is a perfect representation of Dickson. I swear on my life. }

[chronosbled]

"Dickson... Can you hold Rose a second? I need to search for somethig. Look, she's calm right now; you will do fine." She says before handling him the baby. ❤️

☣ — SHE DOESN'T GIVE HIM EVEN A SECOND TO RESPOND TO THE QUESTION ASKED OF HIM BEFORE THE SMALL CHILD IS PLACED INTO HIS ARMS, bringing about a look of unease as he remained ever still, breath held within a large set of lungs that should have ceased functioning long ago. Hands remain placed in the position his bride had placed their child into, fingers trembling ever so slightly — bent just enough to prevent himself from clawing through the soft fabric of the blanket she was swaddled in — because injuring her was the last thing he wanted to do. If such a thing had happened simply from holding her, he was certain that Crystal would never want him anywhere near her or the child ever again. After all, this child was her pride and joy, she was ever motherly despite what she had been unwillingly turned into.

☣ — Royal blue irises stare down at the small child within his grasp, QUIETLY WATCHING AS THE LITTLE GIRL SQUIRMED ABOUT EVER SO SLIGHTLY — fingers placed within her mouth as she looked about the room with those icy blue eyes of hers — listening to the way she gurgled and cooed every time she'd stretch her arms or legs outward.

☣ — NEVER IN HIS LIFE HAD HE IMAGINED HIMSELF TO BE IN SUCH A POSITION. From the moment he was born, all he could ever recall was how he was taught to kill, taught to never grow soft towards anyone he'd come into contact with, taught how he would never be considered normal, how he would never be able to be anything more than the monster he was made to be. But right now, he wasn't considered a monster to his wife. She believed that he was special and that there was nothing wrong with how he was. She believed he could be kind, he could be compassionate, he could be loving and gentle. She believed he could be a loving father. Thus why she had entrusted Rosemary to him. And this tiny child didn't see him as a monster either. EVEN WHEN HE WAS BEING RUTHLESS TOWARDS THOSE THAT INVADED THE VILLAGE, even when he would grow loud and grow angry about things he couldn't control — she wasn't afraid of him. She always looked at him with that same smiling expression, the very same expression that she had right now. In her eyes, she didn't see a monster. She didn't see some kind of foul beast. She didn't see someone undeserving of anything. Instead, she saw a father. Her father. Something so small and innocent wasn't afraid of him. Someone other than his wife didn't fear for their life around him... and that was enough to bring fresh tears to his eyes the more he thought about it.

☣ — A soft choked sob manages to escape from the larger man's lips, shifting the infant carefully into his right arm as he brings his left hand to cover his mouth, desperately trying his hardest not to alert his wife of his emotional state. Yet another thing that he never thought he was capable of — crying. It's such a foreign sensation to the man, so much so that it even somewhat scares him, but he knows that such a thing makes him human. Human. Something he hadn't been for as long as he could remember. He was crying just like a normal human would. Just like Rosemary would. "You are our pride and joy, little Rosemary." He speaks through his hand as he tries his hardest to recompose himself, moving his hand away from his face and placing it once more underneath his daughter's body. Yes, that's right. His daughter. She was his daughter.

☣ — He lifts his daughter closer to his face, tears now streaming down his face as he stares down at her, droplets beading down his nose and onto Rosemary's blanket. "You may be too young to understand this now, but you and your mother have made me into the person I am today. You have given me a purpose to be better. Better than I ever was." Lips quiver as he speaks, and even though he tries his best to smile, he can't seem to stop the tears from falling — thus why he brings her to his face and snuggles himself into her. "Thank you for giving me a chance to become someone I've always wanted to be, for giving me the chance to experience something I never thought I would have ever again. I love you... my sweet daughter."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ʋҽɳҽɳυɱɾσʂҽʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Tԋҽ ραιɳ I'ʋҽ ϝσɾƈҽԃ υρσɳ ɱყʂҽʅϝ ιʂ ԃҽҽρ. ɳσɯ I ƈαɳ'ƚ ɾҽʂƚ ιɳ ρҽαƈҽ... ' ] - ✡ Rσʂҽɱαɾყ Wιɳƚҽɾʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ/Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' MαყႦҽ ʂσɱҽԃαყ ι ɯιʅʅ ʅҽαɾɳ ƚσ ϝσɾɠιʋҽ αɳԃ ϝσɾɠҽƚ... Ⴆυƚ ɾιɠԋƚ ɳσɯ ι ƈαɳ'ƚ. ' ] - ✡ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚ ҽʋιʅ 8: Wԋαƚ ιϝ...? ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ This took me forever to get to and finish but here it is! } #{ I throw angst and fluff at you at the same time! } #{ You get to see a little bit of how Dickson thinks when it comes to Rosemary. } #{ See how he reacts to certain situations and how he feels about his new life with a family of his own. } #{ Crystal and Rosemary gave him something he never thought he'd have. } #{ A family. A life. Something he can be happy about. And something he can call his. } #{ ; w; This pair makes me so soft every time. } #{ I love their dynamic. } #{ It's literally everything to me. } #{ I hope you like this! } #{ The first time Dickson has cried ever since he was turned by Mother Miranda. }

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☣ — It’s someone’s birthday today, though it’s not like he ever really cares to remember it himself. No, no. He’s far too busy working.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Just wanted to post a quick birthday thing for him since today is his birthday! } #{ And just like his canon... there is a snow blizzard here. } #{ The world really said 'gotta give Dickson a blizzard for his birthday just like when he was born.' } #{ I can't remember how old he would technically be now though. } #{ So shame on me. }

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❛❛     You seem a little down  …  Wanna play some video games  ?  I mean  !  If you can.      ❜❜    // MLB AU ! 👀

☣ — THINGS HADN’T BEEN GOING EXACTLY AS HE HAD PLANNED TODAY, though that wasn’t really all that much of a surprise considering how his grandfather was. Overprotective and overbearing, never allowing him to anything other than the things he deliberately scheduled for him. It was more than a little depressing, but what else was new? He had originally planned to spend the day with his grandfather since, for once in his life, he wasn’t busy with all of his work — but of course Randolph had to come in with some urgent business that needed to be tended to — and out went those plans through the big open window. So here he was, quietly sulking on a bench within the courtyard of Collège Françoise Dupont all by himself. Well... perhaps not exactly by himself since Plagg was still with him, but that didn’t entirely count as someone he could do something with out in the open.

☣ — Or at least, HE THOUGHT HE HAD BEEN BY HIMSELF. He lifts his gaze from his shoes when he hears a familiar voice call out to him, royal blue irises coming to meet with a pair of amethysts that were bordered with red — they really were such a beautiful sight to behold, and they often reminded him of gemstones — only to realize that he had been staring for longer than intended. “O... Oh,” his voice comes forth softly, eyes finally blinking as a small smile spreads across his features. Those beautiful eyes belong to none other than Crystal Slevant, one of the prettiest girls in his class. Her color of her hair reminding him of sakura blossoms, so silky and smooth looking, he wondered just how soft it really was if he were to touch it.  Though due to being so utterly distracted by her appearance, he almost completely zoned out what she had asked him. Almost.

☣ — “I’d love to play some video games with you, Crystal.” THE ONCE SADDENED LOOK NOW NO LONGER ANYWHERE TO BE SEEN ON HIS FACE. In fact, he almost looked absolutely excited to have been asked such a thing. He takes a moment to stand up from his seat, left hand grabbing onto his school bag as the other almost instinctively grabs onto one of Crystal’s free hands — surely most children his age would have hesitated when doing such a thing. “What did you have in mind? Oh, and are we going to your house? If so, do you think we could pick up some snacks on the way there? I don’t mind paying for them.”

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Crystal Slevant tag pending. } #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƈɾxʂƚαʅʅιυɱ ✡ #{ Miraculous Ladybug!AU tag pending. } #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ Aaaah! Thank you for the ask Serin! } #{ Even in the Miraculous Ladybug!AU... Dickson is still always looking at how pretty Crystal is. } #{ Also in the Miraculous Ladybug!AU he's not as... cheerful and rambunctious as he normally is. } #{ He's actually a bit calmer and somewhat shy. } #{ Though he still will invade personal space sometimes. } #{ Especially as Cat Noir. } #{ Speaking of that though... I dunno what to do for that? } #{ Like... do I find a superhero face claim or something? } #{ Just not have any icons? } #{ I dunno. } #{ Nevertheless though- Thank you! }

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looming gently over the other, envy finishes patching the stranger's wound & slowly, ever so slowly sinks back against the wooden chair in attempt not to wake him ── or perhaps disturb the horde of undead just outside their door. whichever is more convenient.

☣ — SOUNDS OF SCREAMS RIPPED THROUGH THE SILENCE THAT ONCE LOOMED OVER PRECARIOUS SITUATION, smog filling the once breathable air outside — so thick that it was almost impossible to see through — as it traversed over the dirtied glass of a nearby window seemingly stained with the blood of someone, or something, leaving behind the shape of a haphazardly placed hand print. It was almost as if whatever made the print had originally tried to get inside but failed, perhaps for the best, especially if whatever it was just so happened to be one of those things that lingered outside. After all, it was better to remain hidden within these four walls than try and find some kind of way out, at least for now. So all the other can do for now is wait. Wait. Wait. Wait...

☣ — It feels like hours sitting by himself, BUT HIS WAIT SEEMS TO HAVE COME TO AN END ONCE THE OTHER BEGINS TO MOVE. Fingers twitching ever so slightly as a soft groan escaped from between pale lips, follow by a few movements of his head — moving from side to side as if looking around despite his eyes not being open yet. Strands of black remain softly against his forehead, falling silent for another few moments before eyelids finally open, revealing a pair of royal blue irises that appear to be almost luminescent — a gaze that just so happens to fall upon the stranger sitting within the wooden chair, choosing to not usher even a single word towards the other. The only thing he does is let forth a singular sigh once a hand touches the bandages tied around his torso, using his free hand to help him sit upright.

☣ — SOMEONE HAD WASTED USEFUL SUPPLIES ON HIM AGAIN, all because they weren’t aware of the fact he didn’t need them, but it wasn’t like he could just come out and say that. No, that would be bad. So Instead he should thank this rather ominous looking stranger for looking out for him. Though if he were being honest, he couldn’t quite recall what had even happened for him to be knocked unconscious in the first place. It was certainly strange, but it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

☣ — “I see that you went out of your way for someone like me,” VOICE THAT COMES FORTH SPEAKING IN A SOMEWHAT LOW PITCH, giving it a rather charming feel to it, “I suppose that I should thank you. So... thanks~.” Lips curl into a small smile as he lowers his head slightly, bangs falling within his field of vision. “Do you think you could tell me exactly what happened though? I think I might have hit my head or something because I can’t seem to remember much.” A lie, but it wasn’t like he could explain the real reason why he sometimes had gaps in his memory. Not without possibly inciting a panic. He would try to stand up, but things were still a bit wobbly at the moment.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Envy tag pending. } #{ s-talking tag pending. } #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ *le gasp* Envy actually patching someone's wound instead of causing it? } #{ Hell has froze over. } #{ Well... technically it has already given the situation they're in. } #{ It's rare that people patch Dickson up because he normally doesn't allow people to touch him. } #{ Cause he doesn't like being touched by people he doesn't know. } #{ But given how he was kinda 'sleeping' it's not like he could have said anything. } #{ So Envy got to play doctor for a bit. } #{ Forgive him for not being his cheerful facade self. He just woke up and he's like 'who the heck are you and why did you help me?' } #{ But don't worry. In time he'll probably be bouncing off the walls at Envy. } #{ And eventually he'll be just like that video at him. } #{ Dancing around like an idiot and hugging him without any care in the world. } #{ Envy could literally bite his hand off and he'd be like 'oh haha. I lost my hand. Let's do it again~!' } #{ I hope you enjoy this though! } #{ I tried not to make it too long. }