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doyl1st · 5 hours
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Hey yall I am not doing too hot in the mental health department so I think I’m just gonna chill and play video games for tonight. Feel free to shoot me an IM or hit me up on discord or something tho.
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doyl1st · 11 hours
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For my beloved mutuals. Just lmk who you are xoxo
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doyl1st · 2 days
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RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.
i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.
if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.
so... no guns. do you have an axe?
i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?
this would have been much better with a gun.
i might be a bit too ambitious.
i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.
i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.
it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.
i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.
no hard feelings. please look after yourself.
i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.
i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.
that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.
i have no stitches. none!
momma didn't raise no fool.
i can borrow a dog whenever i want.
honestly? i don't know where to start.
i gave you culture... literature... water.
sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.
by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.
i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.
i just think you formed a bad relationship.
do you think it's fair?
what do you have for me now?
yours is... impressive.
we're all different.
don't you dare look away.
i didn't mind it, actually.
i'm just proud of myself.
i think it went in. it did go in.
i feel ashamed, mainly.
that's what i was going for.
i just want to acknowledge your technique.
it did escalate severely after five minutes.
none of us ever want to see this again.
we've reached the ten minute mark.
i don't think i know who i am.
there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.
there are no fucking shoes!
you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.
your phone's ringing.
haven't you ever seen one of those before?
they were sick and dangerous.
what does that say about whoever killed them?
this isn't half bad for college kids.
what the hell is this?
you might want to wear these.
have a safe night.
would you believe i'm single?
why do you always trail off like that?
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doyl1st · 2 days
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Isaac doesn’t really believe in closure. To him, it’s an unreachable goal that always seems just out of reach, and every step forward just pushes it away, or it splinters it apart until it’s lost any comfort it could give.
If someone’s spouse goes missing, that someone will always wonder where they’ve gone.
If the spouse’s body turns up, that someone will always wonder how they died.
If it turns out the spouse was murdered, that someone will always wonder who did it, and why?
Even if the murderer is caught and a motive is given, there’s still the question of how. How could someone just decide to take a life? What makes them okay with doing that?
Maybe the initial someone takes comfort in knowing their spouse’s killer is caught, but is that closure? Is it really?
Isaac doesn’t think so.
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doyl1st · 2 days
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Characters that start as NPCs before getting too fleshed out and now they’re a proper OC.
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doyl1st · 3 days
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doyl1st · 3 days
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"You see, this is why I need to be let out of my cage more frequently." Short legs have to move quickly to keep up, but Isaac's disquisition never ceases for more than a moment. He's excited, clearly. Field work always gets him that way but today, in particular, has thrown gas on his internal fire. "The wife was fucking the neighbor, I'm sure of it. Not a slight towards you, I swear, but I doubt you noticed it."
And he's not stupid. Emotionally stunted, yes, but not stupid. He knows well enough that words do not always align with intentions, and reassurances from men like him tend to hold little weight. So, he continues. The knowledge required to make such an assessment really is rather esoteric.
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"You saw their kid, right? In the photos on the mantle? Cleft chin. Dimple on the left cheek. Attached earlobes. Traits that neither the husband nor the wife have. But do you know who did?" Isaac asks, as if he didn't just mention his suspect.
"The guy sitting on the porch next door, smoking a fucking cigarette. Cletf chin. Dimple on the left cheek. Attached earlobes. Now, one or two of those things, we may toss it up to family history. But all three? No goddamn way."
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doyl1st · 6 days
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Question! Is Issac forthcoming about his past (his childhood, his past crimes, etc.) with people he's getting into a more committed relationship with or do they have to be together for a long time before he's willing to open up?
@dxsole
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Isaac is pretty open about his criminal record, but he tends to keep the details of his childhood close to his chest. He'll tell you that he was part of an experiment as a kid, and he'll tell you it was a pretty rough upbringing, but that's about it. When he's particularly close with someone, though, he'll tell them more.
A friend would know that Isaac used to sneak out of his bedroom to swipe snacks from the kitchen, a best friend or lover would know that he'd learned to pick locks because the door to his room was sealed with a deadbolt every night at 8 PM sharp.
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doyl1st · 6 days
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Sunday Funday Naughty Isaac Things
In regard to his actual canon, Isaac is pretty inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. He's had sex maybe five or six times in his life, and almost every encounter has just been a one night stand. It's always been pretty vanilla, too. He doesn't really know much beyond "Insert Part A into Slot B." His default is missionary, but he prefers being ridden. A lot of oral, though. Isaac's actually quite good at it and he enjoys having a woman's fingers curling into his hair.
He's bisexual but is only just now realizing it, so he's entirely inexperienced when it comes to men. Male romantic partners are going to have to teach him a lot. He's not above googling "gay sex tutorial" though.
When/if he's ever involved with a consistent partner, his sexual tastes really don't change too much. He's not into anything particularly kinky, but he's definitely up for indulging in his partner's kinks. With women he still prefers to be ridden, but is perhaps a touch more whiny and needy about it. Eager to please, though. If he's not on the bottom, he's a service top. With men, he prefers to be a bossy power bottom. Sometimes he does just like being lazy and getting pounded into oblivion, though. Ladies are also free to peg the life out of him.
He still likes giving oral, of course. It gives him this sort of 'in control but still servicing' feeling that he likes. He likes giving his partner pleasure, taking care of them. He'll almost always swallow when he's blowing a dude, too.
In general, Isaac just loves to take care of his partners. It makes him feel good to know that they're feeling good. He'd make a very good sugar daddy, tbh.
He doesn't have a specific type of person he likes, but there are a few common traits he gravitates towards. He likes people who are fun and exciting, adventurous types who will get in and out of trouble with him. But he also likes the gentle sorts, ones that will cradle his face and tell him his miserable feelings will pass.
He likes people who are intelligent. They don't need to be geniuses or anything, or even particularly book-smart. Just the types who can hold an interesting conversation and tell him all about a subject. He loves to see the passion people have for their interests.
He's got a bit of a soft spot for men he feels he can take care of. It's not a predatory thing where he looks for guys in need or anything, but if someone is willing to be vulnerable with him he definitely feels an impulse to look after them.
On the other hand, though, he likes women that can kick his ass. Strong, independent ladies really get him going. They intimidate him as much as he admires them. Make him fear for his life and pop a lil boner, plz.
As I've said before, Isaac's got a pretty tiny dick. Less than four inches, about as thick as your thumb. Uncut with big round balls, though. His package fills out the white briefs he likes to wear pretty nicely, ones he usually wears with a typical pair of suit sock garters. Isaac's got a round belly and a soft chest, too. For the most part, he's pretty neutral about his physical appearance. Having a partner take a particular interest in his pudgy belly or his little dick would get him flustered in ways he'd never be able to describe, though.
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doyl1st · 8 days
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Hey I made something this week.
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doyl1st · 9 days
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A lot of Isaac’s social awareness and behaviors have been informed by pop culture and media.
After leaving the Facility, he quickly discovered how mind-rottingly wonderful things like television and movies could be, and he spent a lot of hours just staring at the screen and soaking everything in.
At this point in his life, most of that “information” has soaked in, so to speak, further influenced by his real life experiences, and it’s just been assimilated into who he is.
Every now and then you’ll catch him doing something that’s definitely directly inspired by something he’s seen or read, though.
For example: When he’s in a romantic mood, he speaks to his partners like the protagonist of a romantic drama. Very dramatic, very flowery language. You can tell he’s trying a little too hard, but it’s charming in its own way.
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doyl1st · 11 days
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Along with languages in general, Isaac has a particular interest in ciphers. He likes decoding them and creating his own, and will often include them in the letters he sends out to his penpals. A key is usually included for the more complex ones, unless his pals are up to the challenge of cracking it on their own.
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doyl1st · 11 days
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Isaac could decipher the Voynich manuscript but he wouldn’t tell you what it says.
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doyl1st · 12 days
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Tired Sentence Starters // No Longer Accepting @atcmicbxtty said: "Sleep is a luxury - a self-indulgence we have no time for."
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"Hm. No. Not quite."
Obstinance has always been Isaac's preferred way of greeting a command, and little about this situation tells him he should behave any differently. If anything, given the subject matter, he feels a little more justified in being a stubborn ass. Not rude, not crude, just stubborn.
"At thirty six hours without sleep, the average human begins to hallucinate. At twenty four, anxiety and irritability take over. At only nineteen, your ability to make decisions is drastically impaired. Isn't short term memory rather crucial for you? It is for me. So, no."
His arms fold across his chest and his bag hits the floor with a cushioned thud, right before his bum does the same on the cot he's cobbled together.
"I'm not going. I'm taking a fucking nap."
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doyl1st · 12 days
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Tired Sentence Starters // No Longer Accepting @toprotectandscrve said: "I think that I've just about lost the ability to sleep, if I'm honest." -Jasper
If you spoke to just about anyone who knew his name, they'd tell you that Isaac Doyle is, above all else, a giant prick. He's loud, rude, and egotistical. Violent, too. He's the type of guy who'll kick your ass, rob you blind, and call you a whole host of terrible words while doing so. But to anyone who knows him, anyone who's really taken the time to peek see beyond that vitriolic shell, they'll tell you that the truth is much more complicated than that.
Yes, Isaac can be an asshole. He can be mean and angry and nasty and all those other things said about him, but he can be good, too. He can be sweet and caring, gentle and sincere. His better side is best exemplified when he's faced with a friend in need, or even just a friend in discomfort.
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The corners of Isaac's mouth dip down into a concerned frown at the older man's words. A man needs his rest, and a man of Jasper's age much more-so.
"You aren't getting sick, are you? Restlessness is a common symptom for a number of things. It can be a symptom of itself, too. Have you ever heard someone say they're too tired to sleep? Maybe it's that."
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doyl1st · 13 days
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Tired Sentence Starters // No Longer Accepting @carbondated said: "There's nothing worse than bad coffee."
For once in his life, Isaac wasn't trying to be the world's shortest drama queen. He'd meant to steel his expression, to face the terror head on and swallow this entire goddamn cup of hot tar like a big boy. Instead, he's spat a mouthful of it onto the nearest tree and now currently stands with his mouth open and his tongue out like a congested child.
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"Fucking bullshit. Goddamn battery acid in that cup. No sugar, no creamer, not even a half decent fucking roast! It should be against the fucking law. Do you know how horrible it has to be for me, a criminal, to say it should be illegal?"
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doyl1st · 13 days
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Already presented with another development, a familiar feeling begins to travel its way up Isaac's spine. It begins in the pit of his stomach, radiating outwards and extending through his limbs and into his digits. Excitement, he'd call it. The reality of such a difficult case brings forth an eagerness that Isaac rarely feels, and one he usually relishes. To have his mind exercised so thoroughly is such a rare treat, it's difficult for him not to feel excitement.
Guilt comes with an opposite ease, though. Staring at Victor's grief-worn face forces that corrupting joy back down where it came from. It feels wrong to find such elation in the young man's misfortune, so Isaac must ground himself. He crosses his arms and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on the facts once more.
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"It's possible that your father knew something was going to happen to him and kept the note as a clue. At the moment, though, I'm less concerned with his motive and more with the note itself. Are we looking at an instruction here, or a riddle? Who, or what, the fuck is Hudson?"
Not quite knowing how to respond to the unexpectedly colourful choice of words at the end of the other's wholehearted speech, he offers a tentative glance in the man's direction. ❝—Right. Thank you.❞ He sounds uncharacteristically abashed even to his own ears, yet a candid smile does return to his lips as he regards the other from beneath the heavy veil of his gilt lashes.
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At the suggestion that the note in question must have been written by the late Lord Trevor, he offers an assured shake of his head. ❝—It can't be from him; my father wasn't in the habit of typing out letters. That's why I felt the need to show it to you.❞ He had discovered the piece of paper amidst valuable documents which had been kept inside a locked drawer in his father's desk; this, he makes certain to relay to the detective. ❝—I believe the note was addressed to him, but what would compel him to keep it, I couldn't tell you.❞
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