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hi everyone! o/ i know there's only nine of us here, but i wanted to go ahead and let you all know that i will be moving dorian. frankly, multiple blogs is hard to keep up with, and while i would like to come back to tumblr properly, i've found myself unwilling and unwanting to be on this blog for a number of reasons.

you can find dorian, and all of my muses, over on @trthfck , and i hope to see you all over there, soon.

rest in peace matching urls i will miss u terribly

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The path less tread.

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— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 ( @polardestiny ) : ❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ an assortment of dialogue prompts , accepting.

but they would. they would break, because dorian halliwell did not know any sort of tenderness. no, see, any tenderness he might have had died alongside prudence, lost to the world around him and buried with her corpse, intertwining between his big sister's fingers, protecting him from the all-encompassing darkness of her casket and the suffocating cascade of the earth she was buried underneath. you can touch me, they say, and dorian still hesitates, his hand hovering just above their cheek.

it has been a long night - the off-seasons usually are - and this is one of the first ones he's shared with them, here, in his home. his perfectly-manicured home, where nothing is out of place, where he has made his life into a display rather than a source of comfort. look, it says, look at how well i'm put together. look at how neatly i have placed myself into boxes, look at how perfect i am. i am prudence's successor, his home says, and there is no room for error.

it is a monochrome, greyscale world, and frankie dechart sits here in the softness of his bedroom, creating color wherever they go. it splatters across his vision like technicolor, and he trembles, fearful of this softness. what if, when he does touch them, they break, and he is without companionship again? what if he is equated to the man that broke their heart, their mind, their body? ( he is not a foolish creature; he knows that when frankie asks are you sure? , they are not asking if he's sure about his choices. they are asking if he is sure he cares for them.)

( of course he cares for them. how could he not? )

his hand lays itself atop their cheek in the low light of the bedroom, their bodies wrapped up among bedsheets. they reach for him, and he embraces them, holding them to his chest, exhaling slowly. not that scary, his mind finally concedes, and he melts. it's warm. it feels good. 

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YOU ARE CHASING GHOSTS, MR. HALLIWELL. —  dorian halliwell, as written by lore, is a study in upholding the family reputation, a story of grief and how its effects linger, how chasing a ghost can drive you over the edge, how ambition =/= drive, and how the mind is man's worst enemy. blog will contain themes of grief, familial death, cluster b disorders and poor coping mechanisms, niche dog sledding lore, and trying to be your own man when you are the echo of someone else. written in conjunction with @polardestiny. — AND YOU ARE EN ROUTE TO AN EARLY GRAVE.

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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I think growing up is reconnecting w younger you and digging off the dirt from your intuition. Remember when u are a child and everything seems so clear as day. U know u like a certain teacher. U know u want to paint with a certain colour. U know u are craving sweets and u kick up a fuss to your parents. You know that you are sad and to feel better you watch your favourite tv show. It’s about reconnecting w that part..and don’t worry it hasn’t ran off. You just have to sharpen your listening. You are full of wisdom. Your body will tell you everything. Sit still and you will find your answer

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ok what now

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YOU ARE CHASING GHOSTS, MR. HALLIWELL. —  dorian halliwell, as written by lore, is a study in upholding the family reputation, a story of grief and how its effects linger, how chasing a ghost can drive you over the edge, how ambition =/= drive, and how the mind is man's worst enemy. blog will contain themes of grief, familial death, cluster b disorders and poor coping mechanisms, niche dog sledding lore, and trying to be your own man when you are the echo of someone else. written in conjunction with @polardestiny. — AND YOU ARE EN ROUTE TO AN EARLY GRAVE.

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—————  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘  ,   or,   the story in which the younger brother become the only child. in which perfectionism is lost in favor of love. in which, ultimately, the expectations change (and you go and you raise all the stakes). are you chasing a ghost, mr. halliwell?   as written by lore.  in conjunction with polardestiny.  established mid-2023, re-established march 2024.

dossier. frankie. sideblog.

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"happy birthday your blog is one year old" lol

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tag set : dorian & frankie.

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tag set. blog maintenance.