#( clockturned → dee )

[ofcrossrcads]

{ @clockturned has come to the crossroads }

From the second the last bit of dirt had been shoveled back into place, she'd had the sense that something about the ritual was off. not so off that it hadn't been sufficient, but off nonetheless. it didn't take terribly long for her to suss out what was wrong --- the woman standing before her didn't match the picture used in the ritual offering. seriously?

“ so tell me, ” she started in a lazy drawl, finally announcing her presence from where she stood behind the blonde, “ do you have the world's best plastic surgeon? or are you just stupid? ” because really, who tried to catfish a DEMON ?

[thegcng-arch]

"i need your ... help." i have to force the words out, just get it over with. first of all, i hate having to ask for help. secondly, i hate asking dee for help. yeah yeah, she's my sister or whatever, but she's annoying. and there's also that guilt that hangs heavy in my chest, regret for pushing her away and continuing to push her away. maybe i could try to fix it, just a little bit. "i need to go shopping." i add, glancing around the bar to ensure that we were alone, or if anyone was listening they wouldn't be close enough to hear. "i'm going out this weekend and i-i ... i need a dress. and i don't want to go alone."

@clockturned, ft. dennis & dee.

[disturbnot]

random starter (that you knew was coming eventually) | @clockturned (dee)

" BEER ME! "

IT'S THE ONLY THING ON HIS MIND WHEN HE MARCHES on up from the basement. Sure, he's in one piece physically, but mentally? He can only look at the rat smasher for so long before he starts to feel a little nauseous - who even does that?! Who would craft such a grim contraption? What kind of cute rat bar even is this?

Questions comfortably stowed, as he too stows himself upon a particularly tattered bar stool, flatly slapping his palm against the worn wood for a shred of cursory attention. Alas, the bar's usual host of demons are nowhere to be found. A blessing in disguise, maybe? Ash hums to himself, the giant rat companion on his shoulder once again descending to the bar top to forage for plentiful crumbs.

" Hellooooo? "

... and nothing.

They aren't coming, are they?

Ash huffs, impetuous eye-rolling. He's up from the stool and he's up from the floor, vaulting the bar like a stadium turnstile. Not even he could be prepared for how insidiously untidy it is behind the bar, but he can't afford to hang around cursing about it when time is so short. After all, that one crotchety blonde barkeep could be back any minute now.

Whistling innocently, he sporadically keeps watch over his shoulder as he pulls himself a pint of whatever draught pump happens to be working, stopping only to take a sip as the foam head froths and swells too thickly—

[consumare]

his acquaintances at the opera were shocked to find that hannibal had brought someone new into their midst. rarely did hannibal show up with another person on his arm, content for the attention to be on him. but dee had proven to hannibal that she could be refined, in the right situations. he thought showing her off for the evening would, if nothing else, be an interesting experiment. but she had exceeded his expectations, and now that they were back in his home, he turned to her with a grin, helping to remove her coat and place it on the rack just inside of the door. 'did you enjoy yourself, deandra?' the doctor questions, shrugging off his own coat and heading for the liquor cart to pour them each a glass. 'be honest - i promise, you will not hurt my feelings,' @clockturned.

[ratkiing]

@clockturned / lyric starter. i'll see you when we're both not so emotional by american football.

"if you're still prone to accidents and misunderstandings, you won't understand me."

[habiteat]

@clockturned / dee: sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced.

the motel is always quiet at this hour. ada lies in bed, wide awake, still as a statue, staring up at the ceiling fan. she likes these moments, the silence left for her to digest the day's events. what did we do today? what did we learn? her solitude is short, but sweet, cut short by a sudden urgent knocking at the door. the other woman enters as soon as the door cracks open, without so much as a greeting. ada stares at dee, annoyed under the surface, but refusing to let it show. at least she knocked.

[denniisa]

@clockturned sent : can i paint your nails? ( from dee <3 )

now this question catches them by surprise. a brow raises in dee's direction, head tilting to the side and waiting for her to continue on. there has to be something else, right ?? some joke or jab about how feminine it would be, how silly it would be. but it never comes, instead she looks genuine. they had never really talked to dee about well, everything. gender and sexuality ... those types of conversations were far too vulnerable for the twins to share after all. too real, too genuine. but dee was their sister, their twin. she grew up with them after all, she knew them.

there's part of dennis that wants to say no, that it would be a stupid idea. but there's another part of him that wants to jump at the opportunity, the ability to share a genuinely kind moment with his sibling. throat clears and he gives a small nod. "fine." dennis says as he moves to stand from the couch, disappearing into his bathroom for just a moment before returning, small bag containing a variety of nail polish. he sets it on the coffee table and returns to his seat on the couch, extending his hands in her direction. "but don't get any on my fingers, okay ?? i'll kill you if you do a shitty job. don't half ass it."

[redridcr]

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞ ( from dee to red <3 )

@clockturned sent in a thing! - not accepting

It could be argued that Red was something of a ' rags to riches ' story ; he was scrapped off the barn floor and was the star seated on a small thoroughbred who wasn't anything impressive to look at. Just like Red Pollard himself ; short in stature and bruised ribs that showed when he stretched with arms above his head.

And Dee reminded him of the height difference between them everyday.

So much so, it inspired the costume she was stitching together. Pins poked dangerously in precious areas as fake red fur camoflouged his entire person.

" Well, shit. Know I'm Elmo but where's all your yellow feathers, Big Bird? "

[tvintedspvrkmoved]

ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ , ᴛʏᴘᴇ ❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ + ᴄᴏʀᴇ ❞ , ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ 9 ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ.

tagged by : @stanfordprepped , @edhellfire , @talesfromthevoiid ( thx bestiess ) tagging : @ofblackskies ( bobby ) , @oceanitye , @denniis , @clockturned ( dee ) , @fuckmeupindie ( nik ) , @surgcns ( your pick ! ) , @hellgiven , @conradfish3r , and YOU

[goodheartt]

@clockturned ft. charlie k & dee.

charlie was good at his job. he kept the roller rink pretty spotless, did a good job corralling the snot nosed kids that came to skate, delivered great customer service. he deserved a little bit of a treat every once in a while, to cope with all the stress from it all ( the job was hard work after all ). which is why he has decided to skate at the roller rink after he closed up for the night. it was peaceful, skating in an empty roller rink with music blasting. but even with the music charlie was able to hear the click of the front door opening. "shit." he mumbles, mostly to himself. looks like he forgot to lock the front door again.

he skates towards the edge of the rink, raising his voice so whoever wandered in could hear him over the music. "hey, we're closed !! don't you know how to read the sign ?? come back tomorrow ..." he stops his scolding when he properly gets to the edge of the rink, seeing who walked in. "oh shit ... dee !? what are you doing here ?? we're like ... totally closed still." he pauses then for a moment, small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "but uh ... if you want you could like ... skate with me for a bit ?? it'll be like ... a secret or whatever."

[inbreeze-a]

@clockturned ... continued.

a lot to take in once, but lucy gray was no stranger to this. when she had been working in california, she had gotten used to lots of panic. sometimes it was well founded, and other times? well, other times, it felt a little bit more like this. (not to say dee's feelings were invalid, but why was she more worried about a job interview than feral cats? a question that lucy gray knew she would likely not get an answer to. so she doesn't bother asking.)

instead, a hand goes out to take the other's chin, holding her delicately and turning dee's face to get a look at each side. "now, if i'm gonna help you out, you're gonna have to help me, too. and you can do that by taking a couple slow, deep breaths." there is a soft smile, and she goes to get a tissue. she dab dab dabs at the cut, gentle as can be. it is bleeding, but not deep.

"i think i could get this covered up, for your interview, if you wanted. not a good idea to put makeup on an injury but... if it's an emergency, and you promise to clean it right after. i can."

[ofcrossrcads]

@clockturned && dee from xx

It's not the reaction she's expecting, though she's spent enough time around dee that it's also not enough to really surprise her. even so. . . she's read into the subtext more or less correctly. not backing down from the intensity of Dee's gaze, she instead matches it, irises bleeding from warm brown to fiery red. “ yes. ”

she's decided that she wants dee’s soul in particular; there's no real rhyme or reason behind it, but the fact remains, she's laid claim to the human. if only in the eyes of hell.

[thegcng-arch]

dee's on top of me and it feels good, comforting. then again, every time we ended up making out or touching in any way felt good. it's weird, really. i don't like kissing usually ... it's too sticky and wet. and i don't like when people touch me, most people. somehow dee had managed to change my mind on those things and i don't know why, it's just how it is. i'm not complaining either, it's nice to be wanted, especially by someone like her.

but now she's pulling back from the kiss and there's a frown that tugs at the corners of my lips, a little whine slipping past them at the loss of contact. "did i ... did i do somethin' wrong?" i wasn't great with the sex stuff, i guess. maybe i had done something wrong. and then she's raising her hand, pressing her finger to my lips and shushing me quietly. my eyes widen a bit, confusion sparkling inside them, and then she's slipping her finger in my mouth.

oh ... oh. i hadn't done something like this before. it sends a shiver right down my spine. were peoples fingers supposed to taste this good? supposed to feel this arousing? i can't help but mumble a small okay around her fingers, closing my lips around the digits. what was i supposed to do now? i guess, follow my gut. gently i begin to roll my tongue around them, sucking gently. shit ... if i had a dick i'd be rock fucking hard.

@clockturned, [ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.

[shadowbrn]

dee  reynolds  (  @clockturned  )  said  to  mac  mcdonald  ;  ❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

there's alarm bells screaming in his head the second that dee mentions the words dead and brothers in the same breath. dee only has one brother ( that they know of . . . frank could have fucked many women and had an army of kids out there ) and the idea of that one brother being dead had mac internally panicking. ❝ where's dennis? ❞ he blurted out, the filter between brain and mouth completely shutting down in his panic, ❝ he's the only brother between the two of us . . . ❞ he frowned, ❝ but wait . . . what party? ❞

[consumare]

§ listen dee is the perfect amount of unhinged for the fancy pants cannibal

send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses.

i think this would be fun bc he'll buy her whatever she wants and treat her right, but she will never get better mentally skdljfsdkf

[ratkiing]

🖤 dee <3

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. / @clockturned / accepting !!

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.