#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡

[chronosbled]

{ 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). }

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #tw; long post #tw; murder mentions #tw; abuse mentions #tw; obsession mentions #tw; experimentation mentions #tw; mental illness mentions #{ Jesus christ this got long as all hell. } #{ I only meant to write a few small paragraphs not a whole damn essay. } #{ But I had to go into detail about this issue because I've been getting a lot more people trying to woo Dickson. } #{ But none of them fully know or understand how dangerous his character actually is. } #{ This is also a nice post to have to remind people that do ship with him too though so huzzah! } #{ Feel free to read through this if you'd like. } #{ I'm dipping out for now. }

[chronosbled]

What Tragic Horror Character Trope Are You ?

Frankenstein's Monster

This plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. You were never given a choice. No part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. It's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. Maybe too many people to count. Maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. Being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. Just take air into your lungs and breathe. Close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. You made that. You painted that yourself.

Tagged: @florspinae

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

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ OW THIS ONE HURTS MY HEART. } #{ The fact that he got Frankenstein's Monster is just like a stab in the back. } #{ And it calls him out on pretty much everything he feels along with how everyone treats him. } #{ When all he wants is to be human. To be treated like a normal human being. } #{ But they won't and they never will because he /isn't/ human. } #{ The part about him collecting traits by learning them from others is 100% perfect because that's exactly what he does. } #{ He watches how people behave and respond to things. How they react and draw conclusions. } #{ Then he applies them where he believes necessary. Granted he isn't great at it due to the fact he doesn't know how to regular those- } #{ emotions and tends to make them come forth too extremely hence why people find him strange or unusual. } #{ Thank you for tagging me in this! } #{ This was so much fun to do! }

[chronosbled]

{ 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. }

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ This was something I remembered after responding to a thread between me and Serin. } #{ Because Dickson actually just said the word 'fuck' while not being completely batshit crazy. } #{ And that's merely because he's messing around at the moment. } #{ He's just being a little stinker at the moment. } #{ As per usual for him. } #{ When Dickson is like this... he is quite literally that meme where the cat is making a smug ass face with a bunch of knives around it. } #{ Knife Kitty is Dickson's spirit meme most times. }

[chronosbled]

{ This manhwa I found is literally a perfect representation of how Dickson's childhood used to be with his parents. Granted he originally didn't react to anything due to his condition, but slowly over time he started to learn what happiness was (you know, before his parents were murdered).

I have never found anything so absolutely accurate before and now Imma cry about it because I finally have. 😭😭

#{ This manhwa is so unbelievably cute in my honest opinion and I love it. } #{ And the fact the son has black hair with blue eyes is perfect. } #{ The dad is also perfect since he looks just like Dickson. } #{ The mome would be perfect too of she was blonde and had blue eyes. } #{ But that's what Photoshop and such is for. } #{ LOOK AT MY BOY. HE'S HAPPY FOR ONCE. } #{ This also means I have a new child face claim for Dickson and possibly new face claims for his parents too. } #{ *me trying to move on from a break-up by using cute family manhwas* } #{ Will tag this better when on my laptop. } #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡

[chronosbled]

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.

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ Thank you for tagging me Serin! } #{ I haven't done something like this in a very long time. } #{ The bitterness and happiness is what hits me the hardest. } #{ Cause he has this facade of being the happiest guy in the world when he really is one of the saddest people ever. } #{ And he carries all this bitterness with him because of everything he's gone through. } #{ Yet he doesn't know how to deal with it. } #{ So he just goes around with the perfect mask no matter what and keeps on going. }

[chronosbled]

☣ — 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.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #{ Colorless Enigma!AU tag pending. } #{ Discord Commentary } #{ He could never say such a thing to Cinder's face. Certainly not Crystal's either. } #{ So he would just likely end up checking the both of them out like her normally does. } #{ But given how he's always looking at everyone... most people just believe he's staring off into space like usual. } #{ He likes to observe and watch in silence most times. It's his favorite pass time. } #{ The only person he'd likely tell this kinda stuff to is probably Philis. Cause that's mama. } #{ She's probably pull him by his cheek though. }

[chronosbled]

"What are you looking at? Let me see." ehé I bring a curious wife this time for Dickson <3 what shall it be? what is it? all yours to decide.

☣ — BEAKERS FILLED WITH VARIOUS DIFFERENT LIQUIDS BUBBLED OVER A SMALL FIRE, clear tubing connecting from one beaker to the next, creating a clear path for the mixtures to merge together. Experimenting with new chemicals and substances was always something the raven enjoyed, much like a child when acquiring a new video game or a new toy they could play with, there was a never ending source of entertainment. After all, experimenting like this was how he began to develop his own serums and even create his own vaccines for things most people in the medical fields would never want a cure for — especially due to the fact big pharma loves to make bank on the sick and helpless. Not him though, no sir. He didn't want money for the things he would create, instead all he wanted was the recognition he deserved for saving those that needed to be saved. He simply wanted to give people who have nothing a fair chance at survival, hence all his sleepless nights of testing and trying, all his self-torture from experimenting on himself, it was all worth it — even if it brought back horrible childhood memories for him.

☣ — However, HE STILL NEEDED TO KEEP HIS OWN MUTATION IN CHECK AS WELL, thus why he had taken the time to perfect a serum for his specific condition out of his own blood and various other things. Said serum also had the potential to infect others and save them from death, something he did often when coming across those that had been dealt a bad hand in life, granting them a new immortal life as a being connected to him through blood. In a way, one could say he was much like a vampire when passing on their vampiric curse, but this was more like he was recreating the family that he was never allowed to have. Though his attention is drawn towards the woman of sakura colored hair once hearing her speak, head lifting from it's slouched position as he had been looking down at his exposed forearm — syringe in hand as he was about to inject himself — an unusually tired looking smile spreading across his features.

☣ — "It's just a serum I created for my mutation, it helps to keep me more... human... as one would say." HE KEEPS THE SYRINGE IN HAND BEFORE CAREFULLY TURNING IT OVER TO HIS PARTNER, "Go ahead, just be careful not to stick yourself." After all, the last thing he would need is for her to hurt herself because of his own lack of caution, and his lack of proper rest to prevent himself from falling asleep standing at his desk, much like he usually did. He was certain she could see that much in his eyes and the way he was currently presenting himself — hair sloppily tousled everywhere and his shirt somewhat crooked from applying various tests on himself — not to mention he hadn't even tried to cover up all the scars scattered across the exposed parts of his body like he normally did. "You know, you're really cute when you're curious~."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ Not this man experimenting on himself day in and day out for the benefit of others. } #{ Not this man also throwing away his own sleep to keep performing his experiments. } #{ He is a man dedicated to science and bio-weapons all the same. } #{ But Crystal should be happy that he's not trying to cover himself up like he normally does (even if it's- } #{ just because he's too tired to process it) since he's actually really ashamed and embarrassed about all- } #{ the scars he obtained during his childhood. He thinks they look really gross and ugly. } #{ Cause everyone always comments about how handsome or pretty he is hence the “pretty boy”- } #{ compliments he gets all the time by both women and men in his day to day life. } #{ So he feels like he lying to people by letting them call him that when he knows that he's got scars all over him. } #{ My guy is just too tired to care at the moment. } #{ Thank you for sending this ask! }

[chronosbled]

"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.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚҽɳҽႦɾιʂρxɳҽα ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ I went with Dickson's main verse (RE6) for this one since I remember Crystal only poisons Dickson in that verse- } #{ during the time that she's a spy and she doesn't seem to do it at all in RE8. } #{ But regardless... Dickson will happily drink anything Crystal gives him whether it's poison or not. } #{ This man really said “love is love and poison is love.” } #{ Like that's something one should affiliate with such a thing. *shakes head* } #{ This man needs some help. }

[chronosbled]

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

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #{ This is yet another song that I feel is a good fit for Dickson and Crystal. } #{ Especially given the lyrics and such. } #{ Dickson always treats treats Crystal like a queen and he wants her to know she is one. } #{ He would literally kneel down and bow to her. } #{ I think that we all know this already though. } #Youtube

[chronosbled]

I SOLD YOU TO A PET STORE !

Tagged by: Nobody tagged me once again, I just found it one day and did it because I thought it’d be funny. Tagging: @tenebrispxnea​, @woefulcosmos​, @pixeldream​, and @s-talking​

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ Okay... this is actually very accurate. } #{ The guy needs to be kept on a leash for sure with how much he runs around. } #{ But at the same time... he loves freedom. } #{ The breeding difficulty fits perfect too because... good luck getting close enough to actually touch him. } #{ The guy hates being touched by anyone that he doesn't either love or trust. } #{ He's very curious too. Loves being around people he considers family since his real family is shit. }

[chronosbled]

In any case, here: a Crystal slowly coming from behind to bite Dickson.

☣ — CRIMSON-BLUE SPLICED IRISES GAZED DOWNWARD TOWARDS THE VARIOUS ASSORTMENT OF BODIES THAT LAID MOTIONLESS AT HIS FEET, blood still flowing freely from freshly created wounds, forming a rather large puddle that began to stain into the fabric of black boots. Hilt of his sword still held firmly within his grasp meanwhile the blade remained placed against the dirtied ground, not sitting quite upright, but more or less haphazardly tilted — thus making it evident that his mind was elsewhere despite his physical body remaining here, but where his mind was would be a question that goes unanswered if he were ever to be asked — after all, he made it a point in his life to never answer personal questions asked of him. His left hand is slow to rise to his face, moving in a fashion that appeared to be him wiping away sweat, but instead he merely ended up smudging a splatter of blood onto his cheek just below his eye.

☣ — It had been some time since he'd traveled from the Tyr Empire all the way to the Black Rose, LEAVING BEHIND EVERYTHING THAT HE ONCE KNEW AS HIS HOME (OR RATHER IT HAD NEVER BEEN HIS HOME TO BEGIN WITH, perhaps he had only stayed because he had no where else to go) — it wasn't like Randolph would listen to a single thing he had to say after all, instead he encouraged the raven to "behave like the good little heir" he was supposed to be — thus why he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He had grown tired of doing his grandfather's bidding after all, but alas, things weren't much different for him now. He was still using his skills to do another's bidding, but at least this time he could do so with full conviction, especially since he had grown a rather deep soft spoke for one of the leaders of the Black Rose. Though he's pulled from his thoughts the moment he hears someone approaching him from behind. Normally he would turn with the instinct to fight, to protect himself, but this time he did no such thing. Instead he simply allowed the other to draw closer until delicate fingertips gently pulled the back half of his mask down, followed by the sudden sensation of teeth piercing into the soft flesh on the back of his neck, earning a slight grunt to escape from pressed lips hidden behind black fabric, irises moving ever so slowly to the side in attempt to look at the culprit.

☣ — CRYSTAL SLEVANT, leader of the Spring Layer of the Black Rose. The very woman that struck fear into the hearts of many with a simple usher of her name, much like his grandfather. There's silence between the two for what seems like a few moments, almost as if he had to drop the act of a mass murdered and get back into the character of a love-struck fool, "I wasn't expecting you to check on me during my task... let alone bestow such a reward unbefitting of me," that much is evident given how his voice still had yet to shift from it's low tone to a much softer one. "As you can see, I have taken care of the spies just as you have ordered. If you so wish it, I am more than ready to take on another task for you, my queen." With that, he takes a small step forward and away from the female, finally turning around to face her before kneeling down, gaze lowered towards blood soaked boots. Yet despite all his grandstanding, he could seem to hide the slight shade of color that had spread to the tips of his ears.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #{ Colorless Enigma!AU tag pending. } #{ I decided to use his CE!AU for this one. } #{ In his CE verse... he's got two-toned eyes. They're crimson and his usual royal blue. } #{ Though the two colors tend to show through differently depending on what's happening. } #{ They're more crimson when he's being serious or in battle but then they're more blue when he's just messing around and having fun. } #{ They're an even split of crimson and blue when he's just kinda... existing. It's the one time that both sides of him just kinda- } #{ don't exist because he isn't really sure what to do with himself at the moment. } #{ Also... even if Crystal isn't a queen of anything; he will still call her his queen. } #{ It's just gonna be his nickname for her most likely in this verse. }

[chronosbled]

Mayhem occurs often in places like that — where embers trace the revival of the wildest fires incrusted in the flesh of everyone. Typical, one may think. It's almost the same: drinks, songs, other substances into play … all to numb everyday life and it's toll. To devour what it's necessary for survival, letting the greed grow bigger to claw itself to the very core. Predictably, the woman could only feel apathy towards those who waste such luxuries away.

That's the reason she stands before him, all in a place she does not belong to. Where she does look out of her element and yet, it's chaotic to be this calm, to have learnt to swim with sharks. It's odd. It's casual. The woman had to lift a strand of the red dress and move the other hand to see how much of the drink was left before speaking. "Of all the people, finding you there… It's a surprise. I cannot say if I like it, or not." <3

☣ — BRIGHTLY COLORED LIGHTS FLASHED CONTINUOUSLY AS MUSIC PLAYED LOUDLY THROUGHOUT THE BUILDING, followed by the movement of various bodies dancing to the almost hypnotic beat — often leading for one to be bumped into by the growing crowd of the drunk and high, something many didn't seem to mind within this kind of environment — the smell of cigarettes and weed mixing together with the smell of sweat was something he certainly didn't enjoy. It was something he could deal with though, at least for the time he was here... after all, he couldn't exactly run a nightclub or bring in new customers if he wasn't present to entice all the new faces into coming back on a regular basis, especially when it came down to the ladies. They were the prime targets. It was always so easy to wrap his arm around them and whisper all the sweet little things they wanted to hear into their ears, always making them want more than what they were worth. After all, it wasn't like they actually wanted him, they just wanted the money and power that was affiliated with his family name. Just like everyone did. Thus why it was so easy for him to reach into the bag and pull out one of his many facades, changes faces on a daily basis simply for the sake of getting what he wanted. The savvy business man, the charitable philanthropist, the genius scientist, the compassionate doctor, the stone-cold assassin, the team playing soldier, and most of all, the fun loving neighbor. None were exactly who he was deep down on the inside, but rather parts of him that he wished to be.

☣ — Fits of laughter rang out loudly, COMING FROM NONE OTHER THAN THE WOMAN SWARMED AROUND HIM — hands gently brushing upon his shoulders or grabbing upon his arms, something the absolutely couldn't stand (oh how badly his body wished to retract into itself to avoid all of the unnecessary touching, it took all he had not to push them off of him — instead keeping the charming smile present upon his face (even if it looked like it was straining). But all of his willpower alone could not prepare him for the sight he saw just ahead of him. Sakura colored hair, amaranthine eyes, and a beautiful red dress. The woman in question being none other than Crystal, his beloved wife, the very one who was back at the estate only moments ago. All of the charm and wit previous had completely vanished, his body only served to grow tense the longer he stared at her — he should have expected something like this, after all... Crystal had always been an explorative woman — he could feel the beads of sweat roll down his face and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. So with a quick movement, he pulled himself away from the gaggle of woman around him and slowly made his way over to the other.

☣ — 'You have to confront her.' 'You have to explain to her.' 'You have to think of something to say to her.' 'You have to reassure her about everything.' HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE THERE WOULDN'T BE COLLATERAL DAMAGES FROM WHAT SHE HAD JUST WITNESSED IN THAT MOMENT, or else there would be trouble.

☣ — "I can explain," his voice comes forth rather softly when he speaks, ALMOST BEING COMPLETELY DROWNED OUT BY THE BLARING MUSIC OVERHEAD, "it's not what it looks like, okay? I'm just working." He isn't sure if what she says means she's angry or simply surprised, but regardless... he feels as if he owes her this much. "I'm only here to bring in new customers and... the women here are easy targets for that. They clamor around anyone who looks attractive enough and has money, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I never intended to do anything more than that, in case I've possibly upset you." Yet no matter how much he tries to talk his way out of this, he can feel the overwhelming sensation of unease welling within the very pits of his stomach. It's a strange feeling, something that he isn't used to experiencing. It was akin to something a child would feel when they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't, except this felt ten times more overpowering. Perhaps because he wasn't a child who had been caught by a parent, but because he was a grown man being caught by the woman he loved the most. Caught doing something that he didn't even truly care for. "You know that I love you and that I'll always love you, more than anyone here. More than anyone ever! I would never do anything to hurt you and if you don't believe me, ask me to do anything and I will." Voice beginning to fill with the sound of panic, a truly bizarre trait for the man of raven hair — because not once did he ever lose his cool during any situation, so long as it wasn't about his grandfather's death — arms crossing over one another as hands begin to tightly grip at the fabric of his black suit, fingers digging further and further into the skin hidden underneath.

☣ — OH, how he hated this feeling. He hated everything about it and wished she would simply say something already. It was dangerous how much of a hold she had on him without even needing to say much of anything, but then again, that's what happens when someone who's broken and obsessive falls for someone who knows how to get what she wants.

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ƚԋσɾɳιƈιԃxʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Sҽɾʋҽԃ α ʅιϝҽƚιɱҽ'ʂ ϝαιƚԋϝυʅɳҽʂʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ԃҽɳιҽԃ. Hσɯ αɱ ι ƚσ ҽʋҽɾ ʅιʋҽ ƚԋιʂ ʅιϝҽ? ' ] - ✡ Rҽʂιԃҽɳƚ Eʋιʅ Ϭ - Mαιɳ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #{ Congrats Crystal. You broke your husband without even needing to do anything. } #{ All you did was say a few words and he's already crawling back and begging for forgiveness. } #{ Even if you aren't actually mad at him because he can't figure it our himself. } #{ Crystal is the only person he can't read 100% and get a clear grasp on. } #{ Hence one of the main reasons he loves her so much. She always keeps him guessing. } #{ He's literally getting anxious over what she might say to him. Which is something he's never experienced. } #{ So he's just starting to lose his cool and panic. Probably not good for his little previous act. } #{ But that's what happens when someone like Dickson falls for some like Crystal. } #{ Thank you for sending this in! } #{ Sorry it took me so long to get to. } #{ I only recently got on my laptop. }

[chronosbled]

☣ — "Yeah, only I get to be Crystal's lab rat~!" He sits there with a big ass grin on his face for a few seconds before finally processing just what exactly that means. "Wait..."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαɳɠ υρ ყσυɾ ɠυɳ; ιƚ'ʂ ƚιɱҽ ƚσ ɾҽʅαx. ' ] - ✡ Cɾαƈƙ ✡ #☣ [ ' Tαƙιɳɠ α ƚɾιρ αɾσυɳԃ ƚԋҽ ԃαʂԋႦσαɾԃ; ɯԋαƚ ɯιʅʅ ɯҽ ϝιɳԃ ƚσԃαყ? ' ] - ✡ Dαʂԋ Cσɱɱҽɳƚαɾყ ✡ #{ This man is literally the dumbest smart person you will ever meet. } #{ I kid you not. } #{ But even though he got confused... he'd still like himself be her lab rat. }

[chronosbled]

˙˖ ♡ . 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Chemicals, sanitary wipes/cleaning fluids, smoke, and gun powder. Though the most common smell affiliated with him is the heavy and thick smell of blood, whether he’s covered in it after fighting a battle against bioweapons or not. Due to all of his years in captivity with the corpses of the infected, the scent has been stuck to him ever since and refuses to go away no matter how many times he bathes. This often serves as a permanent reminder of his suffering and torment within his grandfather’s care, eventually becoming almost like a comfort (like a familiar smell he enjoys) due to his mental state being warped. He does his best to cover up the smell with cologne when out within society in order to keep others from growing suspicious of him.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

After sustaining injuries and handling different objects and materials, the skin on Dickson’s hands tend to feel/look rather rough and calloused due to just how much he uses his hands in his day to day work according to others. Though while they are somewhat rough, they aren’t scratchy to the point that touching someone makes them feel... uncomfortable for lack of a better word. Most people also believe that, since he’s almost always wearing gloves, Dickson’s hands are possibly terribly disfigured (this is what also makes people believe his hands are rough and calloused).

In actuality, Dickson’s hands are quite soft due to his ability to regenerate injuries, yet due to the fact that he isn’t very physical with others, no one really knows this. His hands are also larger than most of his comrades and this often makes it easier for him to hold onto things or people. While his hands are soft, he makes sure to rough them up from time to time at work on purpose (and stops himself from regenerating since he can control it) that way people believe he’s a normal human being.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

Due to the fact that Dickson is a bioweapon, he doesn’t actually possess the need to eat, instead he often administers an injection into his arm that servers as nutrients to help him keep his mutated form in check when he actively shifts. Yet despite this, he can still indulge in eating human foods and will actively participate in the act when amongst others. Considering the fact that he’s infected, most of Dickson’s diet consists of different kinds of meat, whether it’s cooked or not. He can also drink blood to fulfill his appetite, but he prefers not to due to the fact he dislikes the way it feels going down his throat (since blood is thick).

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

Believe it or not, Dickson is actually very good at singing. He’s had many people claim that he’s bluffing about his vocal skills until actively hearing him preform, soon becoming shocked by his capabilities. Unlike when he speaks, his voice drops into a lower pitch and has a more mysterious sounding tone to it, often causing people to fall in love with his voice. While he does not sing often, he does actually enjoy it, even if he does get secondhand embarrassment from it. (Though please keep in mind that I only have a Japanese voice for him so far, I still need an English voice.)

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

Given the fact that Dickson cannot feel proper emotions and only acts by learning/watching others, he doesn’t really have any nervous ticks. He isn’t capable of becoming nervous or feeling anxious, but he does have quiet a few bad habits. One of said bad habits is how his cheerful personality (his act of cheerfulness) completely does a 180 and becomes extremely serious/sadistic whenever his work revolves around anything scientific, that and the fact he is unnaturally cheerful/happy 24/7 even when tragedy strikes to the point it often creeps people out. His lack of basic human understanding often has him viewed badly and even makes people suspicious of him, then when he’s called out on it, he often uses the excuse of “I’ve never interacted with anyone else outside my grandfather so I’m not sure how to behave around others.” He also has a bad habit of becoming momentarily hostile and/or aggressive when people touch his hair, specifically his bangs that cover his forehead, due to the fact he has a scar from a gunshot wound caused by his grandfather in order to finally activate the full potential of his infection (much like how Wesker needed a near death/actual death experience before the virus took full effect on his body) — though he calms back down once realizing said person wasn’t trying to look at his forehead, often blaming his reaction on his PTSD.

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

Dickson has a tendency to wear clothing that conceals a vast majority of his body due to the fact he has a large multitude of scars across the expanse of his body that he sustained as a child when being used as a human test subject by his grandfather (mainly done to see if Dickson would grow an immunity to the different viruses or be able to control the infected along with his own infection, resulting in him being attacked by creatures within a containment unit), and due to this, his regenerative abilities cannot heal his old wounds. Almost everything in his wardrobe is black except for a singular white tuxedo alongside a white wedding dress he’s kept in his closet since the death of his parents, said tuxedo and wedding dress being the last thing he has of his parents. He very rarely takes off his clothes, unless to bathe, but even then he makes sure nobody else is around to see him.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

Despite how he behaves in public, Dickson is actually extremely detached from anything that revolves around/involves physical affection and emotional/verbal affection due to just how broken he is because of his grandfather’s abuse and forceful seclusion from society (along with his medical condition). He has a very hard time understanding the concept behind it and will often try to question the value of affection in a scientific manner. The closest thing to affection someone will get from Dickson is obsession. Thanks to Carla showing him compassion when no one else did as a child, Dickson often targets people who show great deals of compassion towards others and/or possess a large amount of experience in the scientific/medical field. Yet, despite this, he is not incapable of showing actual affection. If he spends enough time with said person he is currently obsessed with, he will eventually grow to love them just as he did with Carla. Though this will also cause him to grow possessive over whoever his partner is to an unhealthy extent (so in truth it’s easier to try and slowly teach him about love and affection rather than just letting him pursue you in his own way).

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

Sleep? What’s that. He doesn’t know what that is. Dickson hasn’t actively slept since the day he was thrown in a containment unit filled with unspeakable horrors by his grandfather because if he did... he’d be ripped apart by all the creatures he was desperately hiding from. The times he does sleep, it’s usually with one eye open (meaning he’s just barely asleep) so he can jump up as quickly as possible when he needs to. He’s often classified as an unnaturally light sleeper by his squad mates and even by his appointed guardian. Though it is possible for his significant other to put him completely to sleep if they lay down with him because not only does he have someone he cares about beside him, he also knows that he isn’t alone (so if something happens they’ll help him out). He’ll still sleep with his back facing the wall just in case regardless.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

No, not unless he really wanted you to hear him. Dickson has pretty much mastered the art of stealth after spending years sneaking around and hiding from the undead as a child, so there’s no way a random human would be able to hear him moving about unless he purposely made his presence known and this is something that he tends to do a lot in order to frighten whoever it is that he’s facing (mainly because he has very sadistic humor).

Tagged by: @s-talking​​

Tagging: @kissespink or @casketcat (whichever you feel like doing) and since I can't think of anyone else... just steal it from me and tag me.

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ Thank you so much for tagging me! } #{ These kinds of things are always my favorite. } #{ Most of Dickson's explanations tend to stem from some pretty grim topics so... } #{ So it was nice to be able to elaborate on some. } #{ You know... the more I think about it the more I realize that Dickson and Envy are pretty similar in behavior. } #{ Granted that Dickson tends to show more emotion than Envy does on a daily basis but it's not actual genuine- } #{ emotion that he's showing since he isn't really capable of showing something like that. } #{ They also tend to fixate more on obsession than genuine love but are still capable of it. }

[chronosbled]

hehe. i'm bad at puns--

☣ — 'My, my, what's this~?' He finds this little attempt at romance to be rather cute, perhaps even enticing even. He certainly could recall how hard he desperately tried to claw his way into the other's heart, but he couldn't remember anything about nailing. Perhaps she was referring to the nail marks left upon his skin by none other than herself? "Well, aren't you a precious one~? Taking time out of your day to create a special little card just for me, it truly does make you even more adorable." There's a small laugh that escapes his lips before he continues speaking, "Though, you're always more than welcome to come and show me just how much I mean to you... physically~."

#☣ [ ' I αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽαƚҽɾ σϝ ɯσɾʅԃʂ αɳԃ I'ɱ ʅσσƙιɳɠ ϝσɾ ʂσɱҽσɳҽ ƚσ ϝҽҽԃ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Iɳ Cԋαɾαƈƚҽɾ ✡ #☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ αɾҽ ɠσԃʂ. Wҽ αɾҽ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾʂ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Dιɱιƚɾҽʂƈυ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wҽ ƈɾҽαƚҽ ƚσ ԃҽʋσυɾ. Nσƚ ϝσɾ ʅσʋҽ Ⴆυƚ ϝσɾ ρσɯҽɾ. ' ] - ✡ ʋҽɳҽɳυɱɾσʂҽʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Wԋαƚ'ʂ συɾ ʅιϝҽ ɯσɾƚԋ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ? ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ x Cɾყʂƚαʅ ✡ #☣ [ ' Fσɾ ϝυɾƚԋҽɾ ɾҽʂҽαɾƈԋ. ' ] - ✡ Aʂƙʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Pʅҽαʂҽ ԃσɳ'ƚ ιɳԃυʅɠҽ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Sαʋҽԃ ✡ #{ Crystal really over here enticing Dickson with her antics. } #{ LORD HAVE MERCY UPON HIM. } #{ He loves when she does stuff like this for him. } #{ Which I'm pretty sure is obvious given his little implications left at the end. } #{ *wink wink* If you know what he's getting at anyway. } #{ Haha. This was super cute of you to send though! } #{ So thank you so much Serin! } #{ Dickson is gonna treasure this little card forever. }

[chronosbled]

Which Fairytale Archetype Are You?

The Long-Suffering Knight.

“Lancelot is: […] Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. […] 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honor,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humor. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. No. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guinevere situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. […]18. Human. He firmly believes that for him, it is a choice between God and Guinevere, and he takes Guinevere. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. […] People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W. Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. Me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.” — TH White. Torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. He loves both, so he must lose both. He can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.

Tagged: @crxstallium​

Tagging: @shecharm​, @anomieheld, and @s-talking​

#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡ #☣ [ ' Hαυɳƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ყσυ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ. ' ] - ✡ Hҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ ✡ #{ I know you said to ignore this but I was very tempted to take this quiz. } #{ I am the big sorry. ; w; } #{ But this result is very fitting for Dickson to be honest. } #{ Especially about the whole 'being loyal to someone but also being loyal to his love.' } #{ Considering the fact he was loyal to his grandfather but also to Carla when he was in love with her. } #{ It also works with the whole Heisenberg situation too since he was loyal to him but also loyal to Crystal. } #{ And in the end he chose Crystal over him. } #{ Thank you for tagging me! }