He's got the Devil in his Eyes

// This blog is a down right mess which is saying a lot considering it’s Dallas we’re talking about. I’m gonna try to come back again. I have a few new ideas and I’m trying to keep his main verse fresh since there’s only so much you can do with the tattoo AU, and most of his old buddies are gone. I’m mostly pumped about some AUs I came up with, and I’m wondering if I should just move ship, this blog has too much baggage and I have muse for a character that I’m not sure Dallas is fit for. For now I’ll just run with the ideas I have and y’all can jump in whenever. 

For those that stuck around, thank you. 

“Um,” 

Count to ten. 

“Uhhh,”

10. 

“E-exscuse me.”

Breathe. 

“Mister, hey.”

Just ignore it. 

“Heeeyyyy.”

“I swear to god if what you’re about to say isn’t the most important thing in the fucking world, I’m going to rip out your tongue.” 

The idiot spawn stared stupidly at him and the blonde wouldn’t be surprised if they pissed themselves. He could probably count down until the tears started if he felt like it. “Ummm, uh, I-I ju-” 

“Fucking say it.” 

He didn’t even care. 

Why was he wasting time on this? 

“What’s your favorite color?” 

He smirked, “Red.” 

//Wow for some reason Tumblr never notified me of this so I apologize if this is late??

Eyes: The first thing anyone notices about Dallas is his eyes. Small, almond, and fae-like. They are sunken ships on a stormy sea, deep crystal pools with a hateful outlook on the world. No matter how hard he tries Dallas cannot hide how much he looks like his mother, his eyes are the one thing he has left of her, and they are transparent went it comes to the things he has seen. Although by default they are usually always half-lidded, trying to keep up with his lazy and tough persona, thick long eyelashes hiding secrets, bags deep enough to rival craters sink under them, and he doesn’t refute when people tell him that he looks sick.

Mouth: If they eyes are the window to the soul then the mouth is the door, which would explain why he usually can’t keep his shut. Dallas’s lips are thin, cracked, and not in the least bit kissable. The only thing going for him is that he still surprisingly has all his teeth. Sharp canines that could rival a wolf’s lined yellow from years of smoking and other substance abuse, it’s a wonder how he doesn’t have gingivitis. His mouth’s default is a scowl, always ready to lash out without thinking. A proper smile is almost a foreign concept to Dallas, but when he does smile it’s always with his teeth, ever the animal in disguise and a smile is always seen as a threat to him, so why not return the favor?

Face: When he was younger his family thought he was a changeling and part of this attributed to his angular sharp face. With high cheekbones, long jaw, small pointed nose, angular eyebrows, and ears that resemble a lynx’s Dallas is anything but human. He’s beautiful in a deadly way but the ugly underneath can’t be hidden.

Skin: Despite living most of his life outside Dallas’s skin is porcelain leaning towards a greyish tone often than not, adding to his unearthly attributes. It’s obvious to tell that he’s sick and one might think that he was dying on the spot with veins protruding like vines, bruising easily and covered in scars. He rarely tans which may be attributed to all the tattoos he has, Dallas’s body is a canvas and one can see his life etched into his skin from the time he was shot in the chest to his recent discovery of having HIV. Scars shape his life and can be easily seen, lines dotting his arms from harsh nights of regret, one on his bottom lip and eyebrow reminds him that his father is his enemy, and the other on his cheek tells him that he can’t be trusted to love anyone again.

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.

[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.

[chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.

[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.

[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usualy stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.

There were very few times where Dallas actually wanted to be inside the pews of a church, and times where he sometimes had no other choice, and then there were the times where he just went because he felt like it was something he had to do. His mother was a lenient Catholic, not as hardcore as his grandmother but nowhere near the atheist that his father was. It was strange that Dallas soon found himself somewhere in the middle as he grew, wanting to keep the comfort of his mother’s constancy but not wanting to forgive the god who took her away from him.