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Resident Evil 7, Capcom | 2017

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creacioun​:

❝            almost?!      ❞    jack  repeats  with  a  more  severe  tone  and  bared  teeth.  somehow,  his  entire  body  felt  an  impulse  to  take  his  brainless  son  by  the  arm  and  throw  him  against  the  wall.no,  no.  .  .    that  ain’t  right.  it’s  like.  .  .  s  -  someone.  .  .  someone’s  talkin  to  me.  tellin’  me  t’  do  it.  .  .    his  head  shakes  the  thought  away,  which  could  just  as  easily  be  mistaken  as  a  response  to  his  insolence,  still  glaring  at  the  boy  who’s  now  stood  tall.

            ❝          damn  nea’  sprained  my  ankle  jus’  trying  not  to  fall  over.  marguerite  had  to  help  prop  me  up  while  she  was  just  about  t’start  makin’  some  dinner  ————-  now.  .  .      ❞    sucking  up  the  simmering  agitation  with  a  deep  breath,  he  continues,  eyes  now  shifting  towards  his  laptop,  curious.  ❝        what’ch  got  goin’  on  there?      ❞

      Y’know, when he was a lot younger he might have been fuckin’ surprised at just now goddamn ANGRY his father is for seemingly no damn reason. Nah, he’s wised up to the old man’s habits. He gets meaner and meaner as he ages, the miserable BASTARD.  Lucas bows up just a little more, giving Jack a stiff lipped look that says loud and clear he ain’t afraid of him. But as his daddy backs down, calming himself, Lucas retreats too into his usual annoyed and slightly suspicious glare. His family’s always nosin’ around where they don’t need t’. Tryin’ t’ figure out what he’s up to. They need to just throw in the damn towel and give it up. 

Wish he would’ve sprained his fuckin’ ankle... or his neck.

“Sorry.” He huffs out, no real emotion there at all. “Nothin’! Jus’ watchin’ some of them videos on Youtube.” Lucas moves between his laptop and the old man, makin’ sure he can’t see a goddamn thing. “Pretty nice little instructional shit on there nowadays. Figured I could fix that ole’ busted lawnmower out in the shed... Jus’ need a few parts for it.” A complete lie, but a believable one. Those parts ain’t for no rusty ass lawnmower. 

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            the  echoed  stomping  of  displeasured  footstepsgrow  closer  and  closer  until  the  screech  of  lucas’  door  flies  open,  the  leer  of  his  father  even  more  vexed.  ❝    dammit,  boy!  how  many  time’s  do  i  gotta  tell  you  not  t’  leave  your  damn  trinkets  in  the  livin’  room!?  i  damn  nea’  tripped  ov’a  one’a  them  wires!    ❞

                                          @murderpuzzle​ for JACK BAKER.

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      The room is pitch dark save the bright blue light of his laptop casting a spotlight over his face, blinding him to all else. Lucas is hunched over it, fingers splayed over the keys, the clicking the only sound until booted footsteps INTURRUPT. Before he can close his tabs, the old man has busted open his door nearly off the fuckin’ hinges. Again. It’d be pretty damn simple to put a good lock on his door... maybe even some facial recognition type shit. He outta invest in that next. 

He slams his laptop shut as the barrage of whatever shit complaint the man has flies his direction. “God! What n’ the hell!?” He exclaims, nearly knocking his chair over as he stands up to face his father. “I didn’t do nothin’!” 

Had he left those damn things out? WHOOPS...

“....How’d they uh.. how’d they work? Almost tripped ya up?” 

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“ put that candy back, i’m not buying you all that mess. ”

      Lucas drops the bag of skittles with a huff, throwing the bag back down into the display while his Momma isn't lookin'. "I ain't even touched em' yet!" The man grumbles, his hands quickly stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. She don't get him shit no more. He knows it's probably because the old man keeps tellin' her not to spoil him.... that he needs to move the fuck out and get a damn job or whatever the hell else the old bastard says. Fuck him.

"Momma, we don't have any at home. We ran out a while ago! We can't just get one bag?" It would feel real damn nice to aim a nice kick at the nearest display box but he's holdin' it in. If Zoe asked for some goddamned candy, she'd buy it for her.

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Hey ya’ll! I realized there was a problem with my theme but you guys can actually access your posts now! 

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—  If at FIRST you don’t succeed, reload and TRY again.  —

An indie/selective RESIDENT EVIL multimuse blog.

by Bre. 

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Resident Evil 7|Lucas Baker||Scenery

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@murderpuzzle​  said:     “You keep on them roids and you’re gonna explode. I can see it now…”

     ❝     —–  &  if  you  stare  any  HARDER  at  me,  your  eyes  might  just  pop  out  your  bald  head.  you  like  something  you  see?  well,  take  a  picture.  it’ll  last  longer.     ❞

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“WoooWeee! You think you’re something special. A real pretty boy. I had a dog like you once. Big ole’ pit mix lookin’ son of a bitch. You wanna know what happened to it?” 

[vhsmeme]

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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Nemmy nemmy. Pretty excited for the RE chapter. I’m mostly hype for Leon tbh. I feel like their Nemises is kinda lazy though. It’s just plague.  

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“ oh. this needs to happen less frequently. ” (👀👀)

"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much? Huh? 'Cause you talk too damn much."

Lucas mutters quietly. He was always told that the boys who had something to prove talked a damn lot and the one's that didn't kept their mouths shut. For a big fella, this guy opens his mouth don't he?

"I guess it's kinda what we signed up for ain't it, now will you keep it down? You don't want one of them to hear ya, do you?" People like them are always hidin'. Everybody either wants what they have or they're butthurt about not havin' it and wanna destroy it. His own breath reflects back at him as he peers through the grate that leads up into the floor. Tiny slivers of light illuminate his eyes, bloodshot and constantly tired looking.

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“ no, bitch. ”

"OOOHHOOOHOOO! Mighty words little man!"

The Baker throws his head back as he hollers, fingers wrapped through the wire of the gate between them, shaking it violently. "But if ya keep it up, I'm just gonna have to wash your mouth out."

How long will it take, huh? How long will it take before Ethan SNAPS and tries his hardest to get at him? Everybody has an end of their own personal rope, right? Well, Ethan's is turning out to be pretty damn long. Doesn't matter. By the end of the night, he'll still be hanging from it.

"Y'know, Ethan. I admire you." Lucas dislodges his index finger to he can point square at his chest through the metal door. "My daddy, he probably would've liked you before all this. I hate my daddy."

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“ all i got for christmas was a gun and some skittles. ” from zoe ; she's definitely not bragging about the magnum.

With a violent and insistent swipe, Lucas snatches the stocking out of his sister’s hand, holding it as far away as possible. What is it with her and gettin’ into his stuff? 

“That’s mine and you damn well know it!” He fires back, taking a peak inside. Sure enough, there’s a nice bag of skittles nestled down in the fabric between some chestnuts. Who the fuck wants nuts for Christmas? The old man? Sure as shit sounds like something that he put in there. The gun is obviously from him too. “Momma always gives me skittles... You can keep that there gun. I already have one anyways.” 

He doesn’t, but Zoe doesn’t know that and it don’t matter. He’s always been more of a knife guy himself but his father loves to have a bunch of guns around the property just in case. What the hell he’s waiting for with em’, Lucas doesn’t know. Ain’t nobody gonna try to rob this dump. 

“Get your own damn candy, how bout’ that?” 

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brandon rogers quotes part 1

these come from the brandon rogers grandpa videos — grandpa hates london, grandpa hates valentine, grandpa hates christmas

feel free to adjust names/pronouns as needed some may be offensive

“ don’t point at me. ” “ we meet again, [name]. ” “ i’m still alive, asshole! ” “ i found a goddamn treasure. ” “ i’m gonna shove it up my ass. ” “ i’m having a memory of a memory. ” “ balls. ” “ i am a real grandpa. ” “ technology makes me sad, i don’t approve. ” “ look another grandpa… a fake. ” “ you’re fucking with the USA now, motherfucker! ” “ and we always win. ” “ you know the oldest one keeps decorating me when i’m asleep. ” “ i don’t want no damn flower. ” “ cause i’m allergic, you want me to pass? ” “ last week i got mugged by a goddamn ballerina. ” “ she tried to make me pass away. then the bitch spun away. ” “ put that candy back, i’m not buying you all that mess. ” “ try me bitch. ” “ all these trees stealin’ my oxygen. ” “ i need a pharmacist! ” “ i lost my heart many valentine ago. ” “ you want me to see jesus? ” “ FUCK! I’ve been jingle jangled! ” “ my goddamn grandkids keep playing holiday pranks on me. ” “ get fucked. ” “ you want to get your shit pushed in. ” “ and get your homework done! ” “ goddamnit get your homewo– FUCK! ” “ all i got for christmas was a gun and some skittles. ” “ i’ve got so many demons. ” “ oh i’ve done strayed too far this time. ” “ i could hike all the way back with these shit knees. ” “ or i could be a man and face the angry 14 women waiting for me at the pearly gates. ” “ ohhh i got some SPOOKY ASS demons. ” “ who else wanna see jesus? ” “ no, bitch. ” “ oh. this needs to happen less frequently. ”

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