Jocelyn 'Chucky' Royce

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[corvinusvortex]

❛ 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐼'𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. ❜

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[vinkie95]

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"Feeding them."

He stifles the urge to comment further. Wondering if, like animals, they are so easily appeased. He'd never bother to try. But it's an odd - perhaps even humorous thought to consider.

The cool air hits and he hardly seems to react to it. Even when a few flakes of snow are dusted against him, melting as they touch those fleeting parts of his body that aren't covered up. He should be blue lipped by now. Chattering and shrinking back the way that she does. But he only sighs. Taking in the crisp air as if it were the most wonderous thing - the closest anyone here truly has left of winter in the real world.

The offer brings him back to the moment. He nods. Slowly. Carefully it would seem.

"Sure. I do not have anywhere else to be right now."

Normally, he'd refuse. Wander away and find another realm to skulk. But he isn't in the mood today it would seem.

[corvinusvortex]

A small smile tucks at her lips as she starts making her way back inside. The fireplace crackles quietly, almost comforting, when she arrives downstairs and Jo is glad that she's out of the cold. She never understood why some people actually like that type of weather. He didn't seem to be bothered by it. Quite the contrary.

She walks behind the bar and places various bottles on the counter followed by a surprisingly clean glass, which she lightly nudges in his direction. "I think you're the whiskey type, but in case I'm horribly wrong, help yourself."

Jo pours herself said beverage and starts leaning on the wall behind her, while she waits for him to choose a drink. Again she studies his face. Subtle, so she's not getting caught staring, and then lightly nods her head in his direction. "What's up with those glasses? Are you sensitive to light?" Jo knows that she might poke the bear here, but she can't help but find his mere presence intriguing. She's not interested in small talk. Especially not in a place like this. So she takes a sip and prepares herself for his annoyed answer.

[corvinusvortex]

BDSM test results for my little lunatic. Highly accurate. lol

[safespacespence]

weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

chipotle order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney princess movie?

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything !

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[thoughtkick]

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.”

— Nikita Gill

[ask-theoverseer-max]

HC: There's a supermarket in the realms where killers and survivors go to buy food and stuff with BP's. No killing allowed, no fighting, just shopping.

[corvinusvortex]

Rebranded simply because I didn't feel 'chuckyjigsaw' anymore. Everything else stayed the same, though.

[publicdomaindiva]

From “Song Birds as Neighbors,” c. 1920s.

[daily-spooky]

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"Mmm, not part of the Legion then. That's a surprise. They're usually the only other ones that come around here."

The mention of disliking people, now that he agrees with. Even if his expression does not reveal that fact. He watches the snow fall softly over the railing. Inhaling that rich, cool air that he knows isn't real even if it feels like it should.

The old lodge creaks and groans softly around them. Absence of life, save for the crows that hover here and there across the realm. This may not be the most stagnate place in The Fog, but he's certain it is damn near close.

"I do not come here very often." He admits after awhile, suspecting she is not going to leave until he answers her. "Frank and his merry band of little misfits annoy the hell out of me but this place is the only one with snow. And that I enjoy."

[corvinusvortex]

"Oh, yeah, they can be a bit of a handful." The girl chuckles at the mention of the gang of rascals. "I've found a great way to keep them at bay is feeding them pizza."

A gust of cold wind hits them, and Jocelyn frowns while quickly pulling up the zipper of her leather jacket. She'd love to go back inside and have another glass of whiskey to warm her up, but she doesn't budge. For some reason he emanates so much calm that Jo almost feels comfortable around him. Weird.

She flicks the stub over the railing and watches disinterestedly as the wind carries it away. She wants to ask him a million questions. About the life he lived. About his strange infection. What action he thinks has brought him here. But she stays quiet. She doesn't want to be annoying. She knows all too well how tiring those questions can be. Instead, she takes a big inhale of the icy cold air and pushes away from the railing - her nose already red from the cold. "Do you want a drink?"

[nikish-sa]

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INDIE. SEL.  Depiction of HUNK from Resident Evil

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Dead By Daylight and Resident Evil focused | Contains mature themes (strictly 18+)

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[freshwildhell]

Perhaps the darkness was always there, and now was the perfect time for it to come forth and slowly drag its fingers along her throat, reminding her that it owned her, and she was good with that.

[codemistake]

Maybe it was how touch starved the extended time here had made him, or maybe he started going crazy. Maybe The Entity has hexed him by putting her here. Whatever it was, he didn't want it to stop.

"Come here." He growls, lifting her up off the couch with him. She wraps her legs around his waist, and Frank feels the heat of her bare chest pressed against his as he carries Jo over to the bed - accompanied by hungry kisses. He lies her back on the mattress, slipping her pants and underwear off before dropping to his knees on the floor. His fingers trail lightly up her thighs, making her skin bloom with goosebumps. His lips brush her inner thigh, teasingly pecking kisses before nibbling at the sensitive flesh. His eyes stay locked on her. Watching her squirm against the sheets, body aching for his touch as he focuses his attention anywhere except where she truly wants.

"Fuck, Frank. Please…" He grins to himself. He knew it. He knew that he was able to make her beg for him. With a pleased sound he dives forward. A content sigh coming from her as he finally delivers. Frank holds on tightly to her hips in an attempt to keep her still as skilled fingers now add to her building pleasure. Her fingers cling tightly into his hair, back arches off the bed as she comes. He crawls up to kiss her, leaving his jeans in a pile on the floor. Without much warning he grabs her waist, pulling her over to straddle him once again. His eyes locked between the two of them, mouth agape in a choked back moan as he watches himself disappear inside of her inch by inch. "Fuck baby…" he groans, his head cocking back in the moment of exquisite pleasure. "Fuckin' hell…" In a daze, he reaches for her hips. Warm palms clutching her naked flesh as he tries to ground himself, trying to stay coherent in the frenzy of sinful pleasure. He watches her rolling her hips, grinding herself against the hardness of his dick, causing both of them to moan in unison. Their eyes meet again, and there's something predatory in the way she looks at him. The heavy breathing, the smirk, the way her brows are knit together. Frank can't tell if Jo is going to fuck him or kill him. He arches his back, rutting into her until they're both panting and moaning for more. They meet in the middle - her lips dance across his in a passionate tango of lust and obsession. "God-" he gasps, hissing when she bites his lower lip, pulling it when he tries to pull away. His chest rumbles in a low chuckle. He pushes his body flush against hers, grinding into her. "You're so fuckin' hot." She lets out a cheeky laugh. Her hands roam along his chest before sharp nails dig into his flesh. She makes the most addicting sounds he's ever heard. Frank lifts his hand to caress her face - thumb tracing her lips before pushing past them. Jo rolls her tongue around it, sucking until he pulls it out with a wet pop, and moves it down to rub circles between her legs. Her moans become guttural and her eyes darken. There's something else hiding behind her surface, scratching and gnawing against her from the inside. Frank can see it, feel it. She's the most beautiful thing he ever had the chance to lay his eyes on. Maybe she's just as sick as he is. Wanting to give herself to him. Letting him fuck her however he wanted, and giving him whatever he wanted. But he is just as devoted to her as she is to him. He'd kneel and beg for her. He'd let her use him as her toy and he'd do anything for her. They are both a blessing and a curse to each other. She gasps, back arching and eyes rolling. Jo claws at his shoulder, drawing lines of beautiful crimson down his chest as she rolls her hips. As soon as her body starts to spasm, his hands disappear behind his head to white-knuckle the bed frame. Frank hisses, thrusting his hips up in time with hers, setting a rigorous pace. The bed creaks loudly as their bodies collide with one another. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and bites down, hard - drawing blood in the process. Ragged sighs of profanity fall from his lips.

They stay like that for a moment. "You're beautiful." he murmurs and plants a firm kiss on the crown of her head, before Jo moves to lay down beside him. Frank leans over the edge of the bed for a moment before coming back up with a pair of cigarettes, handing one over to the girl. He clicks the lighter to life and takes a long drag before blowing a large cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. @chuckyjigsaw

[corvinusvortex]

Frank Morrison. Leader of The Legion. He is in her bed. She had moaned his name. Let him touch her, feel her. And now they are tangled together intimately like lovers in a song. For a moment she can't help but feel sick while desperately trying to push back that overwhelming voice which is gnawing it's way to the surface. Jo doesn't want to let it win. Not this time. She wants to bathe in this moment of absolute pleasure. So she fights her invisible fight for control while Frank keeps sending her into a chasm of pure bliss. Their bodies collide as they're both riding out their height, and Jo feels his teeth sinking into her neck, followed by the familiar feeling of warm blood running over her skin. She buries her nails into his shoulders as a satisfied groan leaves her mouth. Exhausted breaths fill the room while they just freeze for a moment and their bodies seem to melt together as one. A wave of emotions washes over Jocelyn and she tries not to freak out. She's been controlling her emotions for years now. No one really knows what's going on inside of her, and it's better that way. It keeps you aware and alive. But right now, in this moment, it seems like they all come crashing down on her. And she is scared. Absolutely horrified. But she can't let Frank know. So she takes a deep breath - inhaling his scent - and tries to focus. It is the light stirring underneath her, which makes the girl lift her head and look at him. His face is still a little flushed, hair sweat-soaked and ruffled, and skin glistening. Blood is smeared on his mouth, chin and neck. Presumably hers. With heavy-lidded eyes and a smug grin he looks up at her, and Jo doesn't think that she has ever seen someone so perfect. She could stare at his face forever and drown in those eyes.

'You're beautiful' - His voice almost startles her as he leans up to plant a firm kiss on her forehead. The girl is stunned. This never happened before. That kiss was just for her. He didn't get any pleasure from that. She moves to lay beside him. Frank leans over the edge of the bed, giving her a nice view of his clawed back and perfectly shaped ass, before he comes back up and hands her a cigarette. She gladly takes it and imitates him in lighting it, before she lays her head back down on the pillow and stares at the clouds of smoke dancing at the ceiling. She feels awkward. That's never the case after she had sex with someone. They usually get dressed and go separate ways. Like it should be. Right..? She doesn't want to get dressed. She doesn't want to leave this bed. She doesn't want him to leave. What is this?! Jo takes a big drag of the cigarette while trying not to panic. "That... was nice." she states with a low voice, breaking the silence which makes her feel strangely uncomfortable. Out of the corner of her eye she can see him nodding his head slightly, followed by a "yeah..." Another long drag and Jo props herself up on her elbow and leans over his body to reach the ashtray on the nightstand. She puts out the cigarette and looks at him - surprised that his eyes already linger on her. "Are you leaving, asshole?" she tries to make it sound as irrelevant as possible. Frank just smirks and reaches over to throw his cigarette into the ashtray as well. "Do you want me to?" his voice sardonic, as if he already knows. She doesn't say anything. She feels caught and mortified. It catches her off guard when an arm suddenly snakes around her waist, pulling her down. "Relax, bitch." he chuckles, and Jo hesitantly lays her head on his chest. She isn't the type to cuddle after sex, and Frank doesn't seem to be interested in something like that either. Everything about this feels weird. The drum of his heart is slowing to a dull melodic beat as his body calms itself beside her. His breathing is slow and even. The calmness of it causing her eyelids to weigh down on themselves. The warmth of his body engulfing her, and she finally allows herself to let go and just let it happen. Jo knows he'd be gone in the morning. Not because of Entity intervention, but by his own terms. And that's okay. That's how it should be. Once he's sure she's asleep, he would sneak out of bed, careful not to wake her up in the process. He'd get redressed and slip out of the door into the darkness of the Fog to make his way back to Ormond. The sun would be rising into the mist, painting the realms around him in various hues of orange and pink. By the time the morning fully arrives he'd already be settled into his own bed, the rest of the Legion probably not even noticing his absence. @codemistake

[corvinusvortex]

// Been taking a little break during the past couple of days, which was needed and felt good. I'm currently working on drafts, so replies should be heading your way soon.

[kuinaoflight-deactivated2026040]

Shoot first, ask questions later! You’d be lethal in a horror film, Chucky.

-Kuina

[corvinusvortex]

What can I say...? You love me, though.