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{ Because of @hakusins, I now feel like properly expanding upon (female)Dickson's DoL variation after talking to her a little. I had the basics of an idea for Dickson, yes... her name is still Dickson because I don't like any female names I come up with for her and she will still go by the nickname Dick to others, but now after listening to a bunch of music and doing icons, I actively have a deeper idea for her. }

Basic Idea (that I came up with talking to @stestylius-arts): Dickson comes from a rich family where it's mainly just her and her grandfather. Said grandfather is a piece of shit though and does shady business in the city of DoL, also expecting her to do the same at some point and take up his company. But she's not really into doing bad shit just because. She'll do it for important things or just because of something she deems important to her. She's somewhat mentally unstable, but taking her medication keeps her from freaking out on others. Somewhat timid and has perfect grades.

Deepened Idea: Dickson comes from a very large rich family, but lives with her grandfather, guardian and half-cousin. Said grandfather is a piece of shit and does shady business in the city of DoL, also expecting her to do the same at some point and take up the company — said shady shit being human trafficking, black market trade, human experimentation, organ hunting, illegal drug production and sales, kidnapping, assassination, prostitution, and more. Instead of Dickson's grandfather or guardian being in charge of the dirty work, Dickson is the one who handles everything. Due to the way she was raised, Dickson has no problem getting her hands dirty whether it's slicing someone open and harvesting their organs or sleeping with rivals for information and killing them afterwards, everything is free gain to her. Additionally, she serves as a scientist within her grandfather's company and a makeshift doctor. She's extremely mentally unstable, but retains a perfectly normal reputation within the city of DoL, leading many to believe she is a compassionate person. She retains perfect grades at school and appears to be extremely friendly, but be warned, making friends with Dickson doesn't always end well for all those involved. Due to never experiencing any type of kindness or compassion in her life, she is prone to falling head over heels for those that try their best to look out for her — resulting in her to develop obsessive and possessive mannerisms towards her target of affection, often following them around without them knowing or bestowing them with constant gifts — but surely she has nothing to do with the sudden disappearances of those who are malicious towards you, right? There's no way Dickson could ever be a serial killer... right?

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☣ ㅤ⸻ ㅤExplore Your Key To Blooming, ㅤWhere Your True Essence Blooms Bold.

Tagged: @nokrysalis

Tagging: @batbrides, @s-talking, @anomieheld, and @sorsrenuo

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Workshop Creations,ㅤ Expose Your Mind's Creativity.

A Ring.

You’ve made the band simple and beautiful, and inlaid just the details needed to make it special. Not too gaudy, not too plain. It’s a ring meant to last forever, meant to be worn forever; when you put it on someone, it wraps around their finger perfectly, delights them. You’ve tried to make it something that people will keep. You needn’t have worried: no matter who you put it on, with time, it starts to wrap tighter around their finger. Starts to cling. Starts to constrict. You can’t take it off of them, when they beg you to get them free; their skin starts to redden, to bruise, to go black. The only time they manage to get it off is when the finger goes with it. As a sign of devotion, it leaves a strong impression. Nobody that you pledge yourself to leaves without a mark.

Tagged by: @nokrysalis Tagging: @s-talking, @batbrides, @anomieheld, @divinascriptura, and @sorsrenuo

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☣ — RAVEN EYEBROWS SEEM TO FURROW EVER SO SLIGHTLY AT THE QUESTION ASKED, almost as if he wasn't expecting to be asked something like that by someone else. Truthfully... he hadn't heard that exact question since he'd joined the Black Rose. Otherwise it was a constant question, one that his grandfather used to ask every single experiment. There seems to be something akin to hesitation as he thinks about it, doing his best to come up with some kind of answer with an easily explainable example. The silence between them almost makes it seem as if he wasn't going to answer what was asked of him, but the sudden soft sigh makes it clear he was about to speak. Royal blue irises once again falling down towards the floor.

☣ — "I possess the ability to graft, and by that I do not mean charts or plans of any sort. I take human subjects and alter them in ways unimaginable, much like my grandfather would do for his various... experiments, but I possess the ability to do so naturally compared to him. He would always botch the outcome." There almost appears to be a look of sadness in his eyes when he says this, HAND CLENCHING EVER TIGHTER. Dickson had fallen victim to one of those experiments after all, so in truth, it wasn't exactly an ability he could be proud of. Grafted abominations, they were all just weapons created to kill, his talent wasn't helpful in the slightest. Grandfather lied about that. It was all a lie just so he could make a monster out of his own grandson.

☣ — "I've taken up the ways of the sword now... I serve as an assassin of sorts, sometimes a simple scientist." SURELY IT WAS BETTER THAN WHAT HE USED TO DO.

 ㅤ ㅤAttention brought upon the black haired one without a second guess, ㅤhers was a new never - ending dawn threaten by many and judged by others.ㅤTheirs was a crawl from the abyssal and naught for those who wander in the golden rays.ㅤMonstrosities for the normalㅤ—ㅤand yet gaining a soft spot in the promise of a new day.ㅤTheir conjoined efforts graciously give in an ode of struggle,ㅤof fights that are marred by the obstacles and the glances towards the stars once the dusk covers the land.ㅤThe woman's visage kept with the same expression,ㅤdive in too many thoughts at the same time being aware of the dangers of the surroundings.ㅤBeauty and danger intertwined.

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤApologies aren't necessary, ㅤthey won't save your neck if it was being judged. ㅤ Save your words for someone that believes such,ㅤand if you think so I tell you in advance that you won’t find what you are looking up here.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤWeapons have many uses in Pandemonium and Terrawilzt,ㅤtheir efficiency depending on the wielder.ㅤLilith does look down to those who,ㅤat first glances,ㅤcan be talking with their devils more than their angels.ㅤIt is a touch of vulnerability,ㅤto relent their purpose to another without second thought;ㅤshe loathes the concept.ㅤAlways had. ㅤIt doesn't mean that she doesn't know that's the living of many that should serve her.

ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤNow that we've skipped the pleasantries ㅤ... ㅤSpeak, ㅤwhat are your abilities ㅤ?ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤShe still has to call up medics.

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☣ - OC / Creator

Tagged by: @hakusins Tagging: I don't really have anyone to tag or at least, nobody I can think of at the moment so just steal it and tag me if you do this too.

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{ I know that I haven't been posting much content lately aside from the very few roleplay responses I have written out, but I'm here to give y'all something that you've never seen before. Behold, white-haired Dickson! And no I won't elaborate further... yet. }

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☣ ㅤ⸻ ㅤWhat Kind of Cannibalism Are Youㅤ?

Epicurean Cannibalism

Eating human meat because it tastes good. You appreciate the finger things in life. You are an extrovert. Why waste your life thinking about what might have been? You certainly won't. Your biggest fear is to live a boring life. Subconsciously you harbor a deep sense of emptiness. You distract yourself from this emptiness with extravagant behavior, risk-taking, and pleasure-seeking. You may have a gambling problem, binge eating problem, or substance abuse issues. You are also impatient.

Tagged by: @nokrysalis Tagging: @s-talking, @sorsrenuo, @divinascriptura, and @instantcopycat

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"oh. what is with the... new look?" ( she's curious she's curious !! )

☣ — Oh, how he wished he had seen the side effects that would come with succumbing to so many experiments. If only he had been smart enough, had been confident enough to go against his grandfather's wishes. If only had hadn't been so terrified to do anything that would get him thrown right back into that dark, horror inducing darkness. Perhaps he could have been able to prevent such an unfavorable outcome? Perhaps he wouldn't have to hide himself away from all the people he once called his friends and family out of fear for what they'd say, what they'd do, what they'd end up finding out about him that he had tried to hide for so long. His body had been suffering for years, yes, he'd known that much... but for him to discover that his body would change for the worse within the span of a few years? It was more than he could stand.

☣ — Hair that was once as black as the darkness he'd been forced to endure was now as pure as freshly fallen snow, royal blue irises once as deep and mysterious as the darkest depths of the ocean were now as bright and clear as the ice from the glaciers of Alaska. Even his once somewhat pale skin had become even paler, making him look almost akin to a walking corpse. Just like all the ones he'd seen since childhood. He was going to end up looking just like them. Being just like like them.

☣ — No. No. Nonononononono. He couldn't be like them. He couldn't be just like them. He couldn't be. He just couldn't. Hecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn't— HE CAN'T BECOME ONE OF THEM!

☣ — Strands the color of pure untainted snow bounce ever so slightly as he turns to face the other, mind mulling over the question that he had been asked, an intense burning sensation welling within his very being as if his entire body had been lit ablaze — being forced to acknowledge his sudden drastic change in appearance... it was more than he was prepared for, but he chooses to keep his usual smile present — ice blue irises slowly coming to a close before placing a singular hand against the back of his neck, fingers appearing as if he was lightly rubbing the tender skin (when in actuality he was digging his nails into the flesh).

☣ — "Ahaha, do you like it~? I was thinking of giving something new a try." A lie. Everything that had come out of his mouth in that moment was nothing but one big lie fabricated in order to keep the other from worrying, in order to keep himself from having to admit his suffering aloud. He couldn't bare to tell her something like that. He had made her a promise, after all. This might forsake that promise. "What do you think? Do you like it? Think I should keep it this way from now on~?

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{ Before I go ahead and edit this boy for icons, I just need to share this picture of his eyes real quick with everyone and explain something.

You see how absolutely soulless and deprived of emotion that they are? This is the exact look that I'm talking about when I say that Dickson's eyes are just an endless void of nothing but the very blue that is their color (obviously they aren't blue in this picture cause I haven't edited it yet). Due to all of the things he's endured since childhood, his eyes do not hold the usual shine that most eyes do, instead they hold a feel of dread and hopelessness if one were to stare into them for too long. They appear hollow. Empty. Dead.

Dickson does not have things like hope or trust in most normal things that other people do. Instead he expects things like betrayal and disloyalty, much of what he received from the people that he trusted. He has no reason to believe that things will be different.

But despite this, there are moments where Dickson does gain a glimmer of hope and there is some semblance of light within his eyes, though it is very rare. This only happens when around those he has grown to love and cherish. }

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{ I noticed that lots of people tend to forget that Dickson is a mentally unstable individual who will do anything that he deems necessary to get what he wants all because he speaks to their muses and such with nothing but smiles and compliments.

Dickson is NOT a kind or compassionate person, nor does he care about those that he isn't actively pursuing for the sake of genuine friendship or genuine obsession (love in his eyes). Being kind and compassionate is nothing but another mask that he wears from his various collection when he deems it necessary. As an experiment, along with his condition that makes him unable to properly form and convey emotions (which was only worsened by the experimentation he underwent), Dickson is almost 100% incapable of feeling genuine emotions that belong to him and him alone. He has a habit of using the things he's learned from others by watching them when he's trying to portray his own "feelings" towards others and that's the main issue. Those feelings aren't his ACTUAL feelings, they're someone else's, how someone else he observed for years would react.

If someone were to somehow have the ability to strip him of his masks (his "emotions" and "feelings" if you would call them that), they would find nothing but an empty and broken shell of a person who doesn't know how to do anything but obey someone's orders or someone who completely disregards himself (as in his own well-being) when it comes to endlessly toiling away at his own experiments — and despite his experiments revolving around people who have been fucked over by life, making his own attempts to somehow benefit them — his motivation for said deed was not 100% done out of his own desire to do so, but done because (once he was finally able to recall more about his parents from his childhood) he remembered how the both of them desired to use their skills for good and to help those who cannot help themselves. Thus he applied his parents' feelings to himself and uses that core fundamental as the basis of his entire existence (after his grandfather is finally dead and he doesn't have an actual purpose anymore).

Another reason why Dickson shouldn't be underestimated (and simply chalked up to be the sweet, handsome gentleman) is because of the fact he isn't afraid to use and abuse people for his own gain. He will hurt people. He will manipulate people. He will blackmail them and torture them just like he was. And above all else, he WILL kill people. Dickson is not afraid of getting his hands dirty nor is he afraid to take people hostage and brainwash them to do his bidding if he finds it too much of a hassle for himself (or simply because he won't get caught this way if others are watching him). Before Dickson was able to take care of himself and do things for himself, his grandfather had him work as an assassin of sorts (or rather a mercenary if that's what you prefer to call it), granted he wasn't great at it in the beginning because he was very clumsy and wasn't quite sure of what he was doing, but in the end, he still killed people and usually in various creative and cruel ways too if the opportunity to do so provided itself. Additionally, Dickson will also go to any lengths he deems necessary to make sure his target doesn't come out alive, such as the time he chopped off his own hand in order to free himself so he could proceed to kill his client's target.

Sure Dickson may have been more hesitant to do terrible things when he was younger, like when his late fiancée, Janus, wanted him to help her murder various people simply because she felt like it and he didn't want to participate, but that's Dickson was a lot more weak-willed and timid during his childhood. Back then, he didn't have almost any drive to do anything because he wasn't conditioned to be subservient yet. Granted he still would listen to his grandfather's orders without question, but Janus hadn't fully established that kind of FULL control over him since he'd only known her for a few years, thus that lack of control over him is what ended up leading him to kill Janus when she finally got fed up with him enough to begin beating him (that day anyway, considering she was always abusive towards him). That fear he possessed from his childhood years (something I've already established in posts before) had changed into anger (another thing I've already established in past posts) before he finally ended up snapping all together and stabbing Janus to death, regretting what he had done for only a few moments until that dissipated as well because he simply couldn't bring himself to care. The fact that he stored her body in a freezer within the basement of the Simmons Estate only serves as a reminder of how he started in his mind.

One of the biggest reasons why people should remember that Dickson isn't just a pretty face is the HUGE fact that he basically has his own servant (more like mind slave) that both he and Janus shared together when she was still alive, that he ACTIVELY participated in breaking on the days he had suffered himself (granted he was made to believe it was alright by Janus, but that's besides the point). This point here is a perfect way to represent just how broken and unstable Dickson is as well because normally Dickson was the one who tried to keep Janus from tormenting Belphegor (the name Janus decided to give the boy despite him already having a name) and was often the one trying to tend to whatever wounds Janus had created, be them physical or mental ones (though Dickson was only good at mending physical wounds). In Belphegor's mind, Dickson was going to become his savior at some point due to the fact he showed more compassion towards him than Janus did, but this sentiment ended up proving false the day Dickson murdered Janus. Dickson's once gentle and caring demeanor towards Belphegor ended up changing into something more deranged and it only proceeded to get worse once Carla died as well — gentle gestures of affection soon became more aggressive and agitated, once soothing and comforting words became accusatory and possessive, promises of better treatment and freedom became guilt-tripping and manipulation — eventually leading for Belphegor's mental state to be completely broken down to the point he became a puppet for whatever Dickson desired.

Now, you're probably thinking "but hey, doesn't this contradict everything you've posted about Dickson before? You know, the stuff about him not wanting to be like his grandfather and such?" And in a sense, yes, I did contradict myself, but at the same time... I didn't. Why? Because Dickson didn't want to become like his grandfather or Janus or any of the people who tormented him for the entirety of his life, but when you are basically a prisoner within your own home and are subjected to abuse for so long, you generally end up developing Stockholm Syndrome and that's basically what happened to Dickson. The abuse and torment are what lead up to Dickson basically becoming his grandfather and Janus, but he only realizes this once he joins the BSAA and meets Chris and his team. Why does he realize this? Well, that's because of the simple fact that they all treat him like an ally and not a tool. They slowly begin to make him realize that he isn't just an object for someone's desires nor is he just a toy that will be endlessly used until it's broken and tossed away. They made him feel something that he's never felt before: human. They made him feel like he was an ACTUAL human being and not a monster, that he wasn't some kind of murderous and heartless creature, but instead was their close friend and even a part of their little family, which is something that Dickson has always wanted so desperately deep down inside of his very being. Not his grandfather. Not Janus. Not his mother or father. Not Carla. Dickson. Something that HE wanted. One of the very first and only things he's ever wanted in his life. Granted he still wears his various masks around them, but that's because he doesn't know how to stop nor does he want them to know just how inhuman he really is.

^^^ And this whole above paragraph really does help to show just how broken Dickson is and how even just a little bit of love and care towards him can make him into a completely different person, especially if we jump back to this line here in the first paragraph: "Dickson is NOT a kind or compassionate person, nor does he care about those that he isn't actively pursuing for the sake of genuine friendship or genuine obsession (love in his eyes)." The only reason he cares so much about Chris and his team is because of the simple fact they tried to develop genuine friendships with him to the point he had become obsessively in love with each and every one of them (some in platonic ways: Chris, Philis, Finn, Jill, Steve, and some in romantic ways: Victoria and Piers).

But back to the topic of the mind slave, due to the fact that Dickson had finally come into contact with people who... understood him in a sense for lack of a better word... he began to think that he could actually be something other than a tool and because of that, he also believed that maybe Belphegor could be more than a tool as well. Of course, due to being completely broken by Dickson, there wasn't much that could be done for him in the ways of... fixing him so in the end, Dickson simply continues to use Belphegor for whatever he deems necessary but instead of treating him as badly as he had before, he now somewhat treats him as he used to (though he can still be rather harsh when he isn't in the greatest of moods).

So with all that being said, I advise you all (especially those of you with muses that are seeking out romantic affairs with Dickson) to proceed with the utmost caution when doing so because there may come a point where Dickson doesn't care about your muse anymore and simply chooses to discard them (minus Crystal of course because that's his wifey). }

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{ Random fact about Dickson because my most recent response to Serin made me remember this, but Dickson actually is someone who doesn't swear unlike the rest of the cast from any Resident Evil series.

Instead of swearing, Dickson generally has a habit of laughing during situations that many would find reasonable to swear, such as loosing a tricky target they've been tracking for weeks. If he isn't laughing though, he has a bad habit of biting his bottom lip or tousling his hair in irritation, yet despite those two telling signs... you can't ACTUALLY tell that Dickson is irritated due to him doing said things with a smile on his face. He merely appears to be doing so in a more... bashful (for lack of a better word) sense rather than irritance or annoyance.

The only time you will ever catch Dickson actively swear is when he's completely and 100% livid to the point he is basically unhinged. The best way to tell when Dickson is at this state is by looking at his appearance. His appearance will consist of: messy tousled hair (not in it's usual fashion), disorderly clothes (such as his shirt being untucked or partially buttoned, his jacket halfway hanging off of his body, his tie (when he has one on) being extremely loose), his smile will either be completely gone or spread in a crooked way from ear to ear, his eyes will hold a manic look to them, his hands/fingers will constantly twitch, and you will always find his hands touching either his head or his face (sometimes he'll even pull at his own hair). Along with the sudden swearing, he will grow extremely hostile and throw around anything he can get his hands on.

The only other time you can find Dickson swearing is if he's genuinely just in a good mood and messing around or when he's being a little shit head and wants to talk shit about something/someone. }

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"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.

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@florspinae

guy who has mistaken adrenaline for love and isn’t interested in correcting the mistake

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RATING YOUR MUSE'S TRAITS:

Compassion:ㅤㅤ 8 / 10

Bitterness: ㅤㅤ10 / 10

Anger: ㅤㅤ10 / 10

Happiness:ㅤㅤ 3 / 10

Politeness:ㅤㅤ 9 / 10

Chivalry:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10

Pride:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10ㅤㅤ

Honesty:ㅤㅤ 8 / 10

Bravery:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10

Recklessness: ㅤㅤ10 / 10

Ambition:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10

Loyalty:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10ㅤ

Love Obsession:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10

Sense of family:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10

Attractiveness:ㅤㅤ 10 / 10 ( he was made to be charming to anyone he encounters )ㅤ

Agility:ㅤㅤ 9 / 10

Sex drive:ㅤㅤ 3 / 10 ( doesn't care much for it but can be worked up to it )

Tagged by: @florspinae

Tagging: @lovedlace, @batbrides, and anyone else who wants to do this, just steal it and tag me.

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☣ — 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.

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You're the pain that I crave, hmm. A drug I shouldn't take. Oh, it drives me insane.

You're my choice of mistake, Rules over me. It's hard to explain, That I can't walk away.

I won't contest, Your touch is God sent. Like a spell, I can't break free. Can't run, it's too late. Got myself here to blame.

'Cause you're my sweet poison. Pour me a potion. You flow through my veins, lust craved. I can't help it, I'm enslaved. Fuck with my psyche.

Poison ivy. Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

Pleasure that I crave. Can't help it. I'm trapped in your chains. Oh, it drives me insane.

I won't contest, Your touch is God sent. Like a spell, I can't break free. Can't run, it's too late. Got myself here to blame.

'Cause you're my sweet poison. Pour me a potion. You flow through my veins, lust craved. I can't help it, I'm enslaved. Fuck with my psyche.

Poison ivy. Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

// @thornicidxs