#remindedtosmile

[burnlikeme]

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2D defines himself as queer. He doesn't have a gender preference although he does seem most attracted to people with a green motif, which I refuse to elaborate on. He freely reclaims words as he pleases and has no patience for anyone telling him what he can and cannot call himself.

random and useless headcanons

[stealthrill]

" -- Woman of the hour! I was just talking about you..."

A brow is arched, and a brief flash of concern crosses Eiko's eyes as she pauses in her approach. Even so, her shining smile never leaves. "Good things, I hope," she chuckles, grin widening as she gives a slight bow in greeting. "It is nice to see you, as always. A sight for sore eyes." She'd have said more if she didn't have to entertain a passing touch by another guest. A few polite words are said after an apologetic glance DM's way, a wave, a nod or two. She bids them a farewell--for the moment--and resumes her attention after they're out of earshot.

"I'm quite the popular one, aren't I? Shame it's a charity gala...I'd have loved to be mischievous tonight." A not-so-subtle hint that she was already bored, itching for some fun. Despite being a gentlewoman, she could only handle so many conversations of a similar vein. "I'm not heartless, though," she knows how to behave when she wants to, "and I'll play nice. Keep my hands to myself." A wink is thrown, a playful pat on the shoulder. "Back to business, however...," such rare words escape from her!

"What all were you discussing? You've got me curious."

[burnlikeme]

How the fuck can he just keep walking when he's learned that the squelch of flesh can sound like that? Slack-jawed, shoulders raised nearly to his ears, knobby knees turned in towards each other, he's the very picture of incredulity and borderline terror. A (too long) tongue licks at chapped lips. There's no way DM would know yet, surely, but he's high. That might very well be the only reason he hasn't bolted yet. He's horribly uncoordinated on the best of days, but this much Oxy in and he's not going to be winning any marathons. ...Or mile races for children and the power walkers among us.

"If...If I turn my back..." He has enough brainpower to realize that horrible truth. "I have bad vision," he says, as if that fact alone might be the ticket to salvation. "I have v-very bad vision, and a very bad m-memory, so...so...so..." He's hung up on the word, shaking hands balling into fists at his side. He's angry at himself to freeze now. He stomps a foot and he whirs back to life, like a machine whose cogs have been freed of rust.

"If I turn my back...aren't you just going to k-kill me while it's easier?"

@burnlikeme said: "they deserved it, right? please tell me they deserved it."

There’s a wild look in his eyes, wide and frenetic, flickering in the high-beams of passing cars. The alley is narrow and the weight at his feet is limp and wet with the mess of it; oil-slick red-black and making his hands too slippery to get a good grip on a too-heavy trash bag. He’s panting, grappling with it, heaving it down into the dark, where it’ll bloat and rot behind a dumpster until someone dares to peek into its contents (and by then, he thinks, it’ll be too late to trace him).

He’s hunched not unlike a dog over scraps, until the streetlights on the alley walls shift and DM realizes he isn’t alone. 2D, shaking leaf that he is, is saying something - and it isn’t quite registering, not over the bloodrush of adrenaline in his ears, until he hears a please. Please is just too polite to ignore. Please demands honesty, and Danny is nothing if not sincere.

“No,” The soft lilt of his voice is, maybe, an uncharacteristic juxtaposition against his grisled state. It almost teases, “He didn’t deserve this. His family will cry at the funeral. Closed casket.” Danny deserves a few grand, forwarded to his Venmo in a couple of hours. He stands, slowly. He decidedly doesn’t wipe his dripping gloves on his worsted-wool coat, because he’s done a terrific job of making a mess of its four-buttoned front thus far and he isn’t trying to make the situation worse. Each syllable is enunciated carefully, “You ought to keep walking. Neither of us were ever here.”

[latenightpsych]

wait im still alive. I SAID WAIT IM LOGGED INTO MY RP BLOGS

[remindedtosmile-remade]

#REMINDEDTOSMILE ― priv. sel. oc. daniel merlo, hitman for hire. functions best in crime, horror, hero/villain verses. low activity, mut. only, follows from @latenightpsych. blog and bio are works in progress. ― I NEED NEW REASONS.

[burnlikeme]

@remindedtosmile liked for a lyric starter

"The nightmares drained my will to live." He scuffs the toe of one boot against the gravel of the rest stop parking lot and cups a hand protectively over a bruise on one of his biceps. "And l-listen. I know how stupid it sounds. Eaten by...by a whale? Surviving and being marooned? Straight out of a cartoon. Heard it before." He'd know a thing or two about that, being one himself. "B-but everything that happened on that....that....that hellish island..." His raw lips purse. "I'm not strong like you."

[latenightpsych]

coughs. school and work have been rough this summer but i intend to come back soon... in the meantime i'm [in the process of] revamping an oc blog into an rp sideblog (imagine me slumped over facedown in my seat as i say this.)

if you like crime and horror media ... creeps and killers ... elaborate ripoffs of dave dastmalchian characters ... then danny merlo @remindedtosmile may be the guy for you ...

[remindedtosmile]

#REMINDEDTOSMILE ― a independent selective oc : daniel merlo, hitman for hire. functions best in crime, horror, hero/villain verses. low activity, mutuals only. rules under cut. carrd. ― I NEED NEW REASONS.