/the struggles of a canon character with no fandom.

ordinarypeopleboreme:

deadlydahmer

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          “Oh, dear me. You’re a rather interesting 
         one, aren’t you?”

     "Excuse me?“ If this was
this guy’s attempt at flirting,
he wasn’t doing a very good
job.

impxster:

                    ≪ ❛  this christmas music
                            makes me want to set
                            myself on fire. ❜ ≫ 

     "I’ll grab the gasoline–
you grab the matches.“

sadxmasochistics:

      “Jeff, huh? Call me Callix.”

It piqued him quite a bit ; how the
stranger was so trusting of coming
into his humble abode without any
sort of hesitation.

It raised a small red flag in his head.

      “There’s an extra bedroom you can 
        use. I, unlike the general population,
        actually r e s p e c t people’s privacy.

                              I’ll knock on your door if 
               I happen to need something. ‘only
               time I’ll do that is if you join me for dinner.

                           Y’can’t say no to free food, right?”

     "Cool name.“ And by ‘cool’ he meant 'weird,’
but it was all semantics. Jeff wasn’t about to 
look a gift horse in the mouth (whatever that
actually meant). The fact of the matter that it
was only getting colder and colder outdoors
and having a place to stay was looking more 
and more appealing as the sun went down.

     The invitation to dinner was also weird.
"Yeah, sure,” is what came out of his mouth
next, though. Jeff got a strange Beauty and
the Beast scene jammed into his head just
then but ignored it. “Definitely not saying
no to free food. Thanks, man. Callix.”

tvorit:

       ’ Am — am I boring you? ‘

Sounding like a child who’d been reprimanded, Tristan furrowed his eyebrows and started backpedaling.  He felt something strange —— akin to guilt?  Distantly, perhaps.

     "That, too.“ He sighed and shuffled
underneath his blanket. "But I meant 
that you’re keeping me awake when I’d
much rather be asleep.”

✖: Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

     Being in his apartment when he’s not there. To say he has a few skeletons in the closet isn’t much of a metaphor. The idea that someone could stumble upon these makes Jeffrey incredible nervous.

vampiriic:

    george doesn’t mean offense, not at all. he may
    make a jab here and there, but it’s all in good faith.
    and the vampire is no fool, he knows his words
    have scraped a nerve; completely the opposite
    effect to what was intended. lips twitch, corners
    turned down into that of a small frown. and oh
    does george feel like a twat right about now.

               ❝i didn’t mean to offend        ❞

    rather than further mess up, however, george
    opts to just silence himself; sucking bottom lip
    into his mouth, teeth gnawing ever so slightly.
    you’d think after a hundred years he’d have
    learned to filter before speaking. clearly not.

     "Whatever,“ insisted Jeff. "It’s fine.”
In the kitchen, Jeff shook his head at
himself, clenching his eyes shut and
let out a low groan. He was acting
clingy again. Without even meaning
to. 

     As the last of the coffee dripped
into the decanter, Jeff was reminded
of his good friend flunitrazepam. It
wasn’t too easy to come by, so he
knew not to waste, but the idea of
this guy leaving so soon was a bit
too much for him to bear…