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@knightslugers
Welcome to @knightslugers!
Hope this prison cell is comfortable. I'm Kuja, nice to meet you!
This Blog is a Semi Selective Steve Burnside from Resident Evil Code Veronica, and Darkside Chronicles (and soon to be the Veronica Remake).
Carrd can be found Here!
I have proudly written Steve Burnside since 2014
"Is that all you got?", said in the most degrading way possible. he’s mean. he’s rude. he’s a dickhead.
Steve had two issues with this fight.
One, Krauser was so much bigger than him. Height and width, it was like a a rat taking on a viper.
Second, Krauser was actually trained. Steve could see it in his stance, how the hulking man carried himself. He was proud of his work, his skill. As soon as the first blows were exchanged, Steve could feel the practiced swings hit him harder than almost anything had, before. His ears rang, and he could feel blood on his tongue from where he had bitten down when he lummox punched him.
Overall, the odds were not in the young man's favor... It made his blood boil. It was bad enough Krauser watched him, like one would examine an animal in the zoo, but Jack fluidly dodging his punches and kicks, parrying blows like they were nothing, and sending him skidding across the tile with a hard punch to his face, all of it was more demeaning than the blonde bastard observing him from a distance. This was personal, this was some sort of sick kick.
Steve spat, the chemicals in his blood hissing on impact as it flew through the oxygen rich air, and instantly was alight, bathing the room in an eerie glow. Shaking his head, eyes starting to look bloodshot, Steve finally let out an animalistic snarl. He couldn't even form words, his already changing throat wouldn't let him, the insult coming up as nothing but the sound of tearing meat as his neck forcefully bulged.
Wesker had told him not to...
But since when did that bastard have any say in what he did?
Sickening wet pops and snaps escaped the ginger's trembling body as he surged and bulked, blood and drool slipping down his lips as his teeth ripped his gums, the BOW hearing it sizzle below him, taking a step towards his shrinking opponent with a crocodilian hiss.
"R-Round... Twooo..."
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
For actions, please specify who is Muse A and who is Muse B.
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫:
"I'm not going to break if you handle me a little rough."
"You got to do better than that!"
"Come here!"
"Is that all you got?"
"Got you!"
"You're dead!"
"I'm going to get you!"
"Oh, so that's how it is? We'll see about that!"
"Oh! I know how to deal with you!"
"Uh-oh, I think I found a ticklish spot!"
"'That's not fair!' Who said we had to play fair?"
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦:
"Stop cheating!"
"This is so childish!"
"You poke me again, and I'm going to pin you to the mat."
"No, no, no! No tickling!"
"That's not fair!"
"Get off me, you jerk!"
"Let go of me!"
𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:
[PIN]: Muse A pins Muse B under them.
[GRAB]: Muse A grabs Muse B and pulls them towards them.
[TICKLE]: Muse A tickles Muse B while play-fighting.
[POKE]: Muse A pokes Muse B to antagonize them.
[GRAPPLE]: Muse A struggles to get Muse B pinned.
[TAUNT]: Muse A teases Muse B while wrestling.
I’ve watched this like 30 times and I cant stop laughing aksjska
the girl has big dick energy
she stole all of his dick energy and killed him
The timing of thriller coming on is
perfect
I was pulled off to a surprise wedding in our backyard. It was bizarre.
heh. draw jack..
A slight dispute
Sets down one spooky vampire, we love dinosaurs
A pretty Utahraptor for the creeper who creeps~
Still in an art mood. If you want your muse drawn as a Dinosaur, give me an ask!
Doing artfight this year, so I got my silly Dino AU art of Steve done for it!
Ellie hesitated, actually paused in concern at his words. She still had hope to save everyone, and yet here she was sending this man to his likely death. But it was for Joel, and without Joel she was stranded. Never to make it out of the state let alone all the way to Salt Lake.
Was it worth it to send one to his death for the other to live?
She chewed on the inside of her lip. "Can you tell me where it is? I'm smaller, can probably sneak in and out much easier. I'll give you the legs now for the information."
The idea of sending Ellie into such a place, with so much danger, and those awful creatures that called themselves men made Steve pale. Steve quickly shook his head, making a noise of disapproval, setting a hand on Ellie's shoulder.
"No. Not there..." he replied softly. "Gimme like... two days... Okay?" he offered gently. "Then, we can meet back up here at this spot. You keep your secrets, I keep mine."
He knew Ellie didn't trust him, when he was snooping around, watching her ride her horse from one spot in the abandoned town. It always had him curious what she was guarding, but never enough to betray her trust and break in.
"Just take the legs and bury 'em. They'll keep in the snow, hopefully."
@knightslugers, closed starter.
Scott likes to think it isn't too obvious when he gets nervous. That he's perfected the act of being reliable and upstanding-- all reasonable things to desire for a boy on the cusp of turning the big one-eight. But it's not often that he's the one the Professor sends to meet with mutants in the hopes of getting them to enroll, and much as he tries not to question the man's decisions (Professor Xavier is absolute, after all), he does consider how much more successful this would be if any of his other teammates went in his place.
Jean, for one thing, is far better at channelling her kindness. Bobby could at least make him laugh. Hank could answer any question this kid's got, and while Warren's a bit of a snob, Scott's recently learned about the concept of "pretty privilege". All in all, any of the other X-Men would be better suited for this assignment, and yet...
It's now or never, Summers.
It's Scott hitting the buzzer, and it's Scott who answers once someone asks after him.
"Hi, my name's Scott." Okay. So far so good. "I think Mr. Redfield might've mentioned me? I'm one of the Professor's-- I mean, one of CharlAaghhg..."
Nope, we're not calling him "Charles" any time soon. Scott clears his throat and tries again.
"...one of Professor Xavier's colleagues. Sorry. I know I'm early, but hopefully that's okay."
Steve wasn't expecting company, the door cracking open to see another young man his age standing on the porch. The shades, and a flat shirt... Steve didn't know what to make of him. Nor had he been told by Chris or Claire that he was coming.
"Pardon?"
He didn't mean to sound rude. He was just... Generally confused. "Professor... Xavier? I didn't hear anything about this, or a visit," he replied honestly, staring at the stranger in confusion.
"You aren't like... With the government, are you?" Steve asked, nose wrinkling slightly at the idea. Sure, the guy looked young, but... There was always a chance. "Not exactly sure what you want me for, my guy."
@giraffeiisms
I don't know what he did, but boy he is getting a lecture.
@harperhydra
(The bug to bug communication really made me chuckle)
(this isn't an art request, it's just Cuteness Aggression.)
"Hey, I don't want to be weird, but..."
squishes his cheeks.
"Has anyone told you you're adorable???"
A little modest blush.
"Huh? Me?" he laughed gently. "N-Nah... I ain't that cute."
The compliment did feel nice, though...
(I know it wasn't an art request but I wanted to doodle it anyways cause the mental image was just kinda cute to me)
Okay- it was one thing to call herself the BOW, it was another when someone else said it out loud. She looks shocked, upset, but rolls her head side to side a bit. Not the time to be getting explosively emotional.
"You don't have to trust the government- Hell I barely trust them as far as I can throw them. The DSO's a bit disconnected, we self-govern for the most part, even though we work directly for the president... That aside, I would never subject someone to treatment I wasnt also okay with. No ones gonna lay a finger on you long as I have anything to say about it."
If they did, she'd break it off. She doesn't play with that.
"So they were keeping you prisoner here?" She hums, turning idly in a circle while she noted possible entryways and escape routes. The area of the facility where they stood was open enough for effective combat, but they'd get overrun quick if a horde showed up. "Sounds like Umbrella" She sighs, sarcastic and exasperated.
"Lets get moving then, I can take you back toward where I entered. Can you fight at all?"
Steve watched the stranger silently. Agent Harper was... telling the truth... from what his gut was saying at least. A few moments of watching her pace had him slowly nod. "What is left of Neo Umbrella... Lots of scattered research, and quickly going under, with all the biohazards released with the aim to kill intruders."
Steve took in a soft breath, nodding to himself as he glanced into the hall, taking in the scent of distant chaos, before looking back to Helena. Could he fight? He could break a man faster than a blink... But without bringing attention to himself? Hard pass.
"Got a fully automatic weapon? I can work with those. Don't think hand to hand will help too much," he offered. Hand to hand combat would just create too much mess...
I think Steve naturally runs really warm, and with the Veronica Virus, it feels like he's nearly running a fever. The more worked up he is, the hotter he is.
"Fighting viruses? Not so much, not unless it's necessary." A pause left her staring fully at Steve, "I'm more into the backline of work. Investigating is more my speed now." Claire softened and stood a tad straighter. "Chris is still throwing himself into trouble but I don't have to track him down anymore."
Her steps were slow and quiet as she made her way toward her old friend. "How have you been? Are you okay?" Her voice was full of comfort while she tried to crack a smile despite the furrow in her brows.
"You seem more skittish than the last time I met you." The nostalgia wasn't lost on her but her worries overpowered any other emotion she could be feeling.
Investigation... Better than her to keep fighting monsters. "Hey, that's good though. From what I've heard, he's causing a stir for bio terrorists," he laughed gently. "The Redfield name, making them shake in their skin... It's pretty awesome, to be fair."
Claire drew closer, and it took all his strength to keep from pulling away. A soft breath escaped him, keeping a smile on his face as he leaned back, thoughts swarming. How to even start to explain... The years had been hellish, both of them had changed. He wasn't the whiny boy on the island, anymore though. That was good. It was just... Was it better than what he was, now? "Ahh. I'm fine," he said gently, forcing himself to make eye contact. He had to get through this, swallow his apprehension. They were friends, still friends. Even after the decades apart.
"Skittish... More just cautious. Never know what might happen," he explained, giving Claire a more laid back expression. "What brings you out here? Hopefully not the same thing I'm lookin' for."
