it's a prosthetic

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[heretiical-a]

“We are creatures of appetite.                                                                I want to feel your hunger.”

  HORROR MULTIMUSE featuring Val from Outlast        & many others       penned by Grey

[owainigo]

sally face

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@betaofthedead​ asked:  “Who did this to you? I’ll kill them.”

Sally shook his head.  “It was so long ago. I don’t remember much.”  He was only eight at the time, at the whole ordeal left him comatose for a long time, fucked up his memory - Along with a lot of other things. It was a miracle that he was in a group with a surgeon at the time. He was probably the only reason that Sal was still alive; He couldn’t save his eye, but he saved his life. He usually didn’t allow people to see his face, but something about Beta made him believe that he wouldn’t be viewed with disgust, or pity.

He watched as the other man whittled away at some wood, periodically holding it up to what was left of his mask before going back to work.  “I just remember a church. It was one of those huge, Catholic churches, this wrought iron fence all around it.”  Sal made a circle motion with his finger to demonstrate just how big it was.  “And there was a man there with a dog mask. It had these teeth and this third eye on the forehead...”  The image of it was blurry at best but considering it was the last thing he’d seen before the incident, what was left was stamped into his mind.  “He was going to kill me, but my mom shielded me. So he shot through her. It killed her instantly, and all the shrapnel did... this,”  Sal gestured up to himself.

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found family sentence starters *

for a lovely nonnie who i wish all the best to with their writing career!

" i've never had a family before. not like this. it's... nice. "

" jesus, don't do that to me ever again! i thought you were dead! "

" blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. that's how the saying goes, you know. not the other way around. next time someone spouts that shit, you correct them. "

" what did that asshole do to you?! stay here, i'll go kick his ass! "

" next time they go after you, you've got my whole hearted permission to punch them in the teeth. "

[ to someone else ] " hey! HEY! that's my kid in there, you hear me?! you wanna go after them, you go through ME first! "

" i love you all... you dumbasses. "

" i'm going to protect you. not because you're blood or i need to, but because you're my family, and i got your back no matter what. "

" who hurt you? huh? hey, you want me to go kick their asses? "

" my parents were never any good at caring for me. i'm... i'm really happy you're here instead of them. "

" i'm putting you down as my emergency contact and next of kin. okay? "

" in my will, you're my dependent. if something happens to me, this bit of paper says you get everything. alright? "

" you're my family. i take care of my family! "

[ said to a threat ] " HEY! YOU WANNA HURT THEM, YOU GO THROUGH ME FIRST! "

" you framed a photo of all of us and put it on your bedside locker. we're family. "

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(Am so glad that Sally Face ended after chapter 3 and nothing bad ever happened to characters.)

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humilictedman​:

Kai awkwardly stands next to Sal, one hand clutching the strap of his bag so it doesn’t fall off of his shoulder and onto the floor. When it comes to comforting others, he’s never exactly been a pro at it. Luckily his friend doesn’t require that he speaks at all and Kai waits until Sal’s breathing calms. He lets out a half-amused huff of air when he apologizes for dragging Kai out of class. It was technically his father paying for this and frankly Kai didn’t give a damn if that bastard wasted his money.

“ Don’t worry about it, man. I was getting pretty bored in there anyways. Plus I’ve already read ahead in the textbook, I’ll be fine. “ The brunette reassures the other and ends up kneeling on the tile beside him, concern furrowing his brows. “ You uhm   you wanna ditch for the day? “  

Sally pursed his lips from behind his prosthetic, instinctively wanting to tell him no, tell him that it was fine if he wanted to go back to class; But Kai was a smart guy. One of the smarter guys he’d met, and if he insisted it didn’t matter, he should just trust that.  “Yeah,”  he nodded after some thought. He returned the fidget toy to his pocket and got off the floor, dusting the back of his pants off.  “I think it’s just all the people, or something. I don’t know. Some days nothing bugs me, and some days it feels like every little thing bugs me - I also don’t know why I feel the need to constantly explain myself,”  he laughed a little, turning his head up towards Kai.

It was nerves, he supposed; Sal had had more than enough negative reactions when it comes to dealing with the affects of getting shot in the goddamn face.  “Neil and Todd are probably going to be out for most of the day. You wanna go back to my place and order a pizza?”  

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@ektos​

Sal had stepped up under the glass shelter of the bus stop, nodding once to the only other stranger around. There was a loud, insistent static noise coming from the boy’s backpack. He glanced over at the stranger next to him,  “Sorry.”  And set his backpack gently on the ground. He dug around a moment, through his school items, before grabbing his GearBoy. The screen was glowing a fluorescent green and there was so much static that it was nearly shaking in his hand. Sal furrowed his brows from beneath his prosthetic, turning the device over in his hands a few times and giving it a few good smacks against the side. But nothing changed it’s tune, it was picking up on something paranormal - Which had never happened outside of Addison Apartments.  “That’s weird...”  Sal murmured to himself, before once again looking up towards the man next to him. But this time with a little more hesitance. 

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(Sal’s dad... kind of sucks. Ok ok. He isn’t the worst parent I’ve ever seen in media but it’s also not a competition, you know? There’s only so much slack I can give him because I know he’s grieving too. He lost his wife in a tragic accident and I know there is some survivals guilt there because he was suppose to be at the picnic too, but he was running late. But after Diane was killed, he completely emotionally checked out of Sal’s life.

Henry canonly drinks himself into a stupor regularly to the point of where he lost his job and had to uproot Sal from his home on New Jersey, as if Sal hadn’t already lost enough. He financially provides for Sal, but that’s about it. He often works long, late hours that leaves Sally completely alone - Sally basically lost both parents after the incident. And what frustrates me more than anything is that Henry was willing to help himself when he met another woman, Lisa, but he wasn’t willing to do that FOR HIS KID? I don’t know. I don’t really like Henry.)

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                      ❝I figured if I owned the name then                   the assholes couldn’t use it against me.❞

Sal Fisher of Sally Face     Penned by Grey        Est. 5.2021.

©

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@humilictedman​

The empty corridor had been filled with Sal’s panic induced gasping only moments ago but it seemed to be settling down. He adjusted himself on the cold, hallway tile, glancing over at Kai for only a moment before staring down at his hands instead, watching as his fingers fidgeted endlessly with the stim toy he kept on him.  “Thank you... You know, for leaving class with me, I know I shouldn’t ask you to do that. You paid for all this, but it’s not so scary when I’m not by myself.”  The boy’s head dropped back, resting against the wall.  “I don’t even know what happened this time. I think that’s the worst part, is sometimes it just creeps up without rhyme or reason and suddenly I feel like if I don’t leave, I might die.”

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@scrunchie​

“Excuse me.”  Sal walked up next to We Have Issues employee, a few comics tentatively in his grip. He typically tried to avoid interaction customer service workers; He understood that they were just doing their job, and his appearance might come off as suspicious, but he was tired of explaining to a million different strangers that it was a prosthetic. Not a mask. And, no, he couldn’t take it off.  “Can I ask you a question? Um - My best friend’s birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to find something cool for him to read. He’s like, really into... Heavy metal and deathcore. He likes Junji Ito, you know - Stuff like that. Do you have any recommendations that are along those lines? That he might like?”

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aimtrick​:

☽ ⚜ ☾  ⎯⎯⎯      ❝      .   .   .   𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚍𝚊𝚍   ,   𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢   .   𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜   𝚐𝚎𝚝   𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚗𝚘𝚠   .   𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕   𝚐𝚎𝚝   𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍   .   ❞

                     𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃   involuntarily   in   Leon   immediately   made   the   young   policeman   calm   down   ,   his   gloomy      ﹠﹠      tragic   thoughts   fading   to   the   very   end   of   his   mind   ;   now   the   priority   has   been   to   𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   of   the   mystery   boy   .   Was   he   still   alive   ?   Kennedy   had   no   intention   of   considering   it   yet   .   He   didn’t   allow   himself   to   think   that   Sally   was   𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐿𝑌   𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐸   in   this   world   .   There   were   many   questions   in   his   head   now   ,   but   he   hadn’t   asked   them   yet      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯      there   was   no   time   for   that   now   .

                     𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽   ,   Leon   gripped   the   gun   tighter   ,   holding   the   boy’s   hand   gently   with   his   other   hand   ;   that   extraordinary   difference   in   power   which   he   used   to   do   these   two   things   simultaneously      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯      𝚃𝙾   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃      ﹠﹠      𝚃𝙾   𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴   .   The   black   blood   adorning   the   battered   ,   flooded   corridors      ﹠﹠      the   whistle   of   the   wind   blowing   through   the   broken   windows   ,   𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼   ,   made   the   atmosphere   increasingly   nervous      ﹠﹠      uncertain   ;   he   didn’t   want   Sally   to   see   at   least   one   monster   circling   them   ,   he   didn’t   want   him   to   witness   how   he   would   have   to   use   force   against   the   infected   who   had   once   been   𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸   𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀   .   Choosing   the   safest   route   to   the   main   hall   ,   he   sat   down   with   him   on   one   of   the   camp   beds   ,   checking   him   again   to   see   if   he   had   any   wounds   on   him   .

                     ❝   𝙼𝚢   𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎   𝚒𝚜   𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗   𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢   .   𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚍𝚊𝚍   𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛   ,   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙   𝚖𝚎   𝚊   𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎   .   𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚍𝚒𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝   𝚜𝚎𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚖   ?   𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕   𝚖𝚎   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   .   ❞

Sal wouldn’t say that he felt completely safe, but he was feeling better with Leon at his side. While he doubted that a typical police precinct was briefed on what to do in case of.. whatever was going on, but it was better than him being on his own. The boy moved slowly throughout the destroyed corridors that Leon lead him through; It was dark and there was smoke leaking in from what he guessed was the helicopter that had recently crashed.  “I’m sorry, I can’t see very well,”  Sal warned, keeping at least one hand on the officer at all times, and his eyes to his feet so he wouldn’t trip over anything. The whole place smelled like blood and if Sal was less concerned about staying quiet, he might have choked on just how thick the air tasted.

The main hall overall had a better feeling to it, more space, less blood. He dropped down on one of the cots that Leon lead him to and took a second to catch his breath; He hadn’t been running but still, he felt like he had been holding it the entire way there.  “Um. He was going to work,”  Sal informed.  “We just moved here, he works in an office building, a big office building, it’s uh... Some tech company...”  A pause.  “I don’t remember it’s name, I’m sorry. We just moved in last week, I don’t remember the name of the building.”  Sal had always prided himself on being able to keep his composure, but it was quickly breaking down. The boys voice broke a few times as he tried to help Leon, causing him to pause and clear his throat several times.

He slipped his hands up under his prosthetic to rub his fingers against his face, giving Leon just the slightest flash of the marred skin that lay underneath.  “What the hell is going on?”  He asked, yanking his hands back down and adjusting the medical mask back on his face properly.  “Are we under attack? Are we being nuked?” Because that was the only thing that Sal could think of that could cause such widespread panic and damage; War.

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(Sal and Larry are literally the most important dynamic to me in Sal’s life. Everyone always reacts to Sal with discomfort or surprise. When Sal was introducing himself around the apartment building: Lisa & Mr. Addison were startled, Chug was uncomfortable about the prosthetic. But not Larry! Larry’s first words were WHOA cool mask! And I can’t imagine how much that meant to Sal. He’s grown so use to the negative reactions to his prosthetic that it probably never dawned on him until he met Larry, who instantly just thought Sal was the coolest guy he’d ever met.)

[bunnieresources]

resident evil: village writing prompts.

“ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. “

“ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. “

“ in life and in death, we give glory. “

“ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. “

“ i’m not used to relying on other people. “

“ oh, so gauche. what do we care for bread and circuses? “

“ quiet now, child! adults are talking. “

“ my decision is final, there will be no argument. remember from whence you came! “

“ you’re still alive? impressive… “

“ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? “

“ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. “

“ i haven’t cut open a man in a while! “

“ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? “

“ i need blood. warm, wet, bright red blood. “

“ they will pay for what they’ve done… “

“ i would have sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. “

“ rest while you can because i will hunt you and i will break you! “

“ go ahead, do your worst! “

“ like i’d ever let you get away. “

“ running will get you nowhere! “

“ you’ve ruined the hunt! “

“ you will not get away! you’re my prey… mine… “

“ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. “

“ stupid manthing! you won’t live long, even if you run! “

“ flesh, bones, i will devour all of you! “

“ like hell you’ll kill me! “

“ not enough blood! more! more blood! “

“ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror! “

“ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. “

“ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? “

“ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. “

“ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? “

“ ____! come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. “

“ everyone leaves me… even you… “

“ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. “

“ don’t leave… i can’t let you. “

“ you are never going to get out of here! “

“ ____… i’ll make things right. “

“ oh, ____… if it’s for you, i’d do anything! “

“ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. “

“ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that, ____. “

“ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. “

“ you’re the real deal, ____. well done. “

“ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this. “

“ i am not a weapon. “

“ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world! “

“ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. “

“ i told you to leave it alone, ____. “

“ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me! “

“ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment… and you try to take it away from me? “

“ i will take what is due. “

“ my desires will be fulfilled! “

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@betaofthedead​

“I was running from some people and I slipped. It had just rained, so everything was all muddy and wet and I ended up tumbling down a hill. I guess it bent wrong, and it just broke,”  Sal explained, a finger tracing along the jagged ends of his broken mask. He thought it was once a Halloween mask, or something like that, but the plastic was pretty heavy duty. It had lasted him for years and he had yet to find a comfortable replacement for it; He had tried a beanie with one eye cut out and gauze wrapped around his head, but they weren’t as tolerable in the hotter months. They got soaked in sweat and water, making him have to replace them on a regular basis. So he made the mask work.

He wrapped some twine he’d found through either side of the one good eyehole and tied it around his head, tucking the string behind his ears like one would glasses. It rubbed painfully, so he’d often drape a cloth over his head first as a barrier between the twine itself and his bare skin.  “It’s okay right now, when I’m just sitting or something. But if I have to run or anything that’s more high impact than a light jog, it slips down. I know I need to find a replacement but... I don’t know, this has been my face for so many years, you know? I’m attached to it. Is that stupid?”

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sometimes ur step brother just needs to have an emotional breakdown on the floor 🤠