Stefan ,   dealing  With  @scarfwere​ :

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧. tagged  by  :  @russianllterature tagging :    @scarfwere  /  @hcathens  /  @hneul  /  @im-possiblelimits  /  @nancydrcw  /  @nosestealer

( 90% ) EGOISM — Excessive concern with one’s own pleasure or advantage at the expense of community well-being.

( 37% ) MACHIAVELLIANISM — Manipulativeness, callous affect, and a strategic, calculating orientation.

( 47% ) MORAL DISENGAGEMENT — A generalized cognitive orientation that differentiates one’s thinking towards unethical behavior.

( 0% ) NARCISSISM — An all-consuming drive towards ego-reinforcement and an egotistical interest in, or admiration of, one’s self.

( 30% ) ENTITLEMENT — A stable and pervasive sense that one deserves and is entitled to more than others.

( 27% ) PSYCHOPATHY — Deficits in affect and self-control (i.e. callousness and impulsivity), as well as a lack of remorse, antisocial behavior, and volatility.

( 33% ) SADISM — A tendency to humiliate others via cruel or demeaning behavior, or the propensity to intentionally inflict physical, sexual, or psychological pain on others in order to assert power or for pleasure and enjoyment.

( 0% ) SELF-INTEREST — The unprincipled pursuit of gains in socially valued domains, such as material goods, social status, recognition, achievement, and success.

( 37% ) SPITEFULNESS — A tendency to engage in behavior that would harm others but would also entail harm to oneself.

( 33% ) TOTAL DARK CORE — Your total Dark Core factor. Higher scores indicate a darker personality.

this  makes  NEIL JOSTEN  13.89%   lighter   than  the  average  person.

░  ┊   @gcroinya​  。• ◞ 

@jozthen​ said:  it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

Inquisitive gaze lingers,  scolding and relentless.   One that wordlessly whispers  ‘should’ve known better’  every chance it gets.   Words are not needed,  her expression says it all and,  really,  is there something left to say but at all?   Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise,  god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin;  like a map of violence,  only there was never any treasure to find. 

“Listen,  kid,  you might have charm,  but your right hook is abysmal.”     She holds nothing back,  rarely does.   Not that bite that drips form her words,  not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth.   Learning how to defend oneself is vital,  at least in her books,  and that will be the topic she settles on.   Not the bruise,  pale and blue,  not the implication that it carries.

Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding.   They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago,  so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do.   It’s a gesture that counts,  is it not?     “Maybe we should work on that next time.”

                        miscellaneous angst starters.  || not accepting

    he  is  not  built  to  stand  his  ground   —— his  mother  made  sure  of  that.    better  to  outrun  the  nightmares  than  getting  caught  back  up  in  them.    so    natha - -    neil  learns  to  bite  back  complaints ,   or   ‘ whining ’   as  mary  would’ve  placed  it  if  she  were  still  alive ,   from  the  other  person  who  at  least  gave  a  shit  in  giving  him  a  fighting  chance.    literally.

                                    ‟     What about the left ?   Fared better ?     ❜          the  brunet  reaches  for  the  damp  compress;   iciness  begin  to  numb  fingers  that  clenched  tighter  and  hurt  less  than  the  pain  they  have  to  endure  against  the  californian  sand.    carefully  situating  the  wet  bag  against  his  left  cheek ,   liking  how  the  cold  dissipates  heat  and  relieves  him ...   before  placing  it  on  his  right  side  to  hold  it  there.    the  boy  shifts  slowly  and  checks  which  is  movable  and  which  is  tolerable ,   assessing  damage.

    looking  up  from  the  floor  he  sits  on ,   observing  the  other  of  unknown  origins.    how  she  didn’t  mince  anything  with  neil ,   like  his  mother  did ,   and  how  he  tries  to  hold  back  the  fear  slowly  creeping  in  his  chest.    as  much  as  he  has  respect  in  females ,   he  thinks  how  terrifying  it  would  be  if  they  met  before  within  his  father’s  business  circles  and  that  neil  couldn’t  remember;   how  this  woman  could’ve  had  a  hand  in  teaching  him ,    just  like  his  father  instructed  lola  to  teach  him.    he  frowns  and  ignores  the  awful  turning  of  his  guts  inside.

                                  ‟     I don’t know why ...   you’re doing this.     ❜          neil  begins  with  a  cautious  tone ,   choosing  wise  words  that  won’t  offend  the  lady.    why  now ,   of  all  times ,   did  a  beacon  appear  when  he’s  almost  tipped  to  the  edge ,   ready  to  give  up ?          ‟     What do you get out of it ?     ❜     

Neil Josten + Identities

Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths.

                         ‟     𝗧𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱   ' 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 ' .    ❜

                          ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @puridior  ， sc.

current  name  usage  concept :

alex  /  alexander  -  europe  ( sweden )

stefan  -  europe  to  usa

chris  -  usa

tag dump.

*taps mic* how does my entire ass taste like?  /  dash comm. i said please‚ i tried to be nice.  /  wall comm.i  have a bit of an attitude problem.  /  musings. at the equally weak flutter in his chest.  / audio. love you‚ hate you‚ don’t care. just make them look at you.  /  video. i should wear less gray? maybe you should breathe less air.  /  wardrobe. like his world stopped and started with neil’s mouth.  / nsfw aes.   this is the moment you stop being a rabbit.  /  headcanon. mouth full of white lies.  / reply. against everything neil knew‚  but he’d queued this path. you know‚ i get it…   / crack.

AFTG INDIE RP MASTERLIST!

               i’ve revamped it from the old one because i accidentally deleted it so here we are! to be added either message @vixexyn or reblog this post with your info in the tags (character name / canon or oc or verse)

░  ┊   @scarfwere​  。• ◞ 

it almost feels like a secret.  An admittance to some secret he wasn’t supposed to know. Much like how he would share a look with strangers who just knew the brig broken letters that hung over his head like a dark shadow.  

     “ I don’t mind. “ A shrug ─ he really didn’t. “ It’ be nice, you know, to share the load. “ 

                                    ‟     I’m trying to be a   GOOD FRIEND  .     ❜          the  words  are   FOREIGN   on  his  tongue,   too  far-fetched  in  a  vocabulary  of  self-preservation  and  necessary  detachment.    much  like  the  language  prohibited  and  would  have  his  mother  round  him  up  for  even  suggesting  the  thought.    too  bad  that  she  was  too  late  and  for  that,   he  sported  bruises  much  larger  and  more  purplish  than  the  usual.  

    though  there  is  FONDNESS  present,   one  that  he’s  unaware  of  its  implication  whereas  opposite  to  what  he  thought  he  means.          ‟     And you’re making it hard for me.    It makes sense,  but don’t say I didn’t warn you.     ❜     

#cute, soft boy