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𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙? '𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 / && / 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

The game is ran by Nigel // The deck was made by Desmond

#`` promo.#im sorry i just love nigel #not that he has to use this too but god go follow this good lucas??? please

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Revolutionary etude

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sistersacrifice

Hey, I’m Des/Snom. If you’d like to interact with a multiverse fandomless OC, give this post a like or reblog !

sistersacrifice

Hey, I’m Des/Snom. If you’d like to interact with a multiverse fandomless OC, give this post a like or reblog !

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Send me a 📜 plus a character you’d like to see me portray/think I would be good at portraying.

❝ Well fuck me sideways. ❞

#* `` FAKE HAPPY — claire redfield .#either an invitation or just her being exhausted ur choice

update to zoe’s hc: zoe is a trans femme enby lesbian. she was amab

#* `` 3 am chili — ooc .

Zoe sits on the cold damp ground. it’d taken her a few days to make it to the cemetery. In her hands is a small bouquet and a pack of newer playing cards. She rests her head against the tombstone that has her brother’s name and birthdate on it. She sits the two items down onto the damp grass that anchored the stone.

❝ Hey Luke... I missed your birthday, I’m sorry. Joe an’ I was busy. He’s over with daddy an’ mama right now, tellin’ ‘em bout me an how we’s livin’. Y’know... every time I come here, It feels like yer gonna jus’ show up an’ hug me. Heh. I miss ya Luca. Happy late birthday. ❞

#* `` if wellness is THIS what in HELL’S name is sickness ? — zoe baker .

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– There was a jolt in his upper back at the first discernible sound of her voice - a seize in his shoulders that yanked his forearms up ‘n hands right off his keyboard midway through a line a’ code – froze him tight on a reflexive assumption that something else bad had happened - but…

…it unwound a little through… more parsing through layers?

‘Nah - that was Zoe you just heard - she ain’t gonna do anything. Not like Mom or Dad’s come bargin’ in here.’

‘You heard Zoe; swell, I guess, that means she’s up ‘n fine. That’s the opposite of somethin’ else bad happenin’.’

…He was still… slow to turn himself around in his chair.

Even as he did… you know - hear it was a plain ‘n simple question, and not one at all delivered harshly. He just… swiveled his chair via small steps ‘n shuffles of the soles of his shoes about a quarter of the way. Kept his back twistin’ for another quarter; craned his neck for another. Stared at her… somehow not fully getting that she looked to be smiling till after two, two-and-a-half seconds of staring her down like some kind of a… haunted guinea pig.

…And at the culmination o’ that, he shut his eyes - indecisively, maybe half as fast as was… strictly unconscious. Takin’ a moment to… grapple with the part o’ his mind that, under less… shitty circumstances, woulda snidely snickered it off (ironically, like it weren’t no big deal), and said ‘ – was a pain in my ass, but yeah – !!’

Reconcile the whole fact that… again, under less… shitty circumstances, he woulda definitely been in the mood, but here, well. Decidedly wasn’t.

…All he managed was the last part - a stilted, tautly-breathed “ yeah – …! ” before…

…He started kickin’ around to…

…go back to a ten-thirty position from his desk again.

Back slouched. Breathin’ going just a little too fast and a heatwave swellin’ and sweltering in the back of his brain on the return to immediacy of everything that’d just gone down, but - also-ironically, well… distracting himself properly, now that she was back up.

Not that there was really anything to smother out the additional component of:

Do more. Do more do more it ain’t fine yet say something –

…A swallow part o’ the way unsticking into –

“ – How you holdin’ up – …? ”

A couple of jerks ‘n sways to bring himself back closer to center, and a first few… erratic taps and strokes of fingers on keys again.

‘Pologies, Zoe, he ain’t tryin’a…

…ignore you, or anything; if he can ‘cut’ his degree of direct exposure-slash-thought to a stressful situation, it’s just that, well…

…as it is, he’ll… ‘baby’ himself a bit.

Regardless of him facing away from her, She answers his question. ❝ Well, m’face hurts an’ so does m’ whole damn head, but, I’m doin’ alright other than that . Also... ❞ She clears her throat. ❝ I know I ain’t the lightest person ever, so, thank ya fer carryin’ me... I owe ya. ❞ She hummed, pulling the doll closer to her chest. She felt like she was a kid again, which was comforting.

...Because back then...

Back then, daddy wasn’t as aggressive with them. He never hit them. Not ‘til Luca was like eight an’ she was ‘round six. Even then, he only hit Lucas, which made it less dangerous for her, but still, it wasn’t right.

She remembers the days she and Lucas were stuck inside because of rain, and they’d take a flashlight, make a blanket fort, and read stuff about science. Some days it was solely biology, others it was physics, and even more, there was days they’d just completely skip out on readin up, an’ they’d just tell eachother stories.

Those were good days. And she’d almost always had the doll that was currently in her arms at her side somehow.

❝ Thanks, Luke. ❞ She repeated, though this time not for the same reason. This one was a thank you for putting up with her. For being her best friend. For telling her things he couldn’t tell their folks. For trusting her the most he could.

#* `` they were kids that i once knew ... { zoe rel. lucas ; 1.0.1.9 }#* `` if wellness is THIS what in HELL’S name is sickness ? — zoe baker .

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…If Zoe had just had to go and give into… letting go and fainting after what’d happened in that… last debacle…

…She’d wake up on the couch in the attic.

Her face at least… cleaned-up o’ the blood, though Luke ain’t ever been good at patching injuries.

A blanket draped over the couch’s back and onto her - a plush doll under her forearm.

Meanwhile, here he is, just… typing away at his computer aggressively…

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Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the lighting, though there wasn’t much of it. She tried to remember what happened, which made her head hurt. Her head turns to see Lucas. “Luca…? Didja carry me here?” She asked, rubbing her eyes, before glancing at her arm. The plush doll... she used to carry it everywhere... it makes her smile. Had he remembered how much she loved it? That was a sweet gesture. Sometimes she forgot she was still younger than him, he’d usually tried to help care for her when they was young-in’s...

#in character Zoe mobile.

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Not good, but at least you’re safe!

…Yeah, uh…

…That’s also not good, and it makes him nervous.

He… winces for a sec, narrowing his eyes as he bows his head toward the phone, dammit Zoe I want you here, I wanna play and forget this bullshit – …!

…In another moment or two, another message sends.

…Still doesn’t seem good.

Seems safe.

…Because Mom and Dad are fighting again and he doesn’t even know if he loves Mama anymore because she’s not the lady who buys him toys and candies for being good at the doctor’s anymore or the lady even who sticks up for him ‘n Zoe when he pulls ‘em both off on a fun plan because “children will be children”.

…It’s dry.

But…

…he texts back,

[TEXT: Sis] Im coming back

…And – honestly, not dreading ‘til he can know for sure, but still with something drawing things low in his gut, he adds:

[TEXT: Sis] Tell me if you need anything [TEXT: Sis] Like for me to FUCKING KILL the stupid bastard finally

Brief pause.

[TEXT: Sis] Like what the fuck we ever do to deserve this [TEXT: Sis] It’s not fair and I HATE this

…All the while, however, he’s been… inspecting myriad shelves and cabinets and hiding spaces for a mixture of playthings and… first-aid, crawling on hands and knees hither and thither on various spaces of the barn.

And is… squaring up by the time he’s seethed that last message out.

…He storms back to the foyer - …half-assedly-kinda throws the door back open and spots around for his kid sister.

Her vision came and went in pulses. She saw Lucas during one of her flashes of consciousness.❝ ...Luke ? ❞ She rasped. Her phone had slipped from her hand, laying beside her. her shaky hands picked it up. Her lip stopped bleeding at least. There was that.

She wobbled to get to her feet, holding onto the chair behind her’s backing. Fuck, she was so disoriented and tired. Her head slumped forward a little. She took two whole minutes to be able to stand up straight. ❝ I... I’m glad you showed up when you did... D-do you think you c-can help me upstairs ? ❞

#* `` if wellness is THIS what in HELL’S name is sickness ? — zoe baker .#* `` they were kids that i once knew ... { zoe rel. lucas ; 1.0.1.9 }

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She tried. She tried to stop him from going to the barn after Luke. But unfortunately for both Baker kids, nothing would ever stop Jack. Not when he was drinking. She now had a swollen and busted lip. She could taste the blood, feel it running down her chin, and she can’t help but let out a sob before their mama came in, confused until she saw the state of her. She hiccupped and sobbed out complaints to their mama, shaking and trying to tell her Luke didn’t do nothin’ wrong this time. Marguerite was the only one of her parents that actually listened most of the time. Daddy felt like a lost cause for Zoe.

Well, thing was, she DID stop their dad from going after Lucas by making herself a target.

Shouts of ‘get the hell outta my god damn way woman’ and ‘what the fuck is wrong with you jack’… they were so close but felt far away. But, even if she was bleeding and crying, she kept her promise in saying she wouldn’t let Jack hurt Lucas. Her head was throbbing … but she kept her promise. Now it was just their folks yellin’ at eachother.

…So, uh.

…Lucas had never been a long-sighted person.

Truly, he had always been… an improvisor. One to look… forward and not parallel, basically. Chaser a’ “oh, okay, that sounds like a good idea” - not… potential consequence. One to lean on how he figured things’d go once he made his choices and locked ‘em in.

So he’d bolted to the barn and run hard into the loft levels with his head down and a screechin’ between his teeth bared to the pale roots a’ gums by splayed and warped and twisted-thin lips with his eyes narrowed like he was gonna cry but didn’t even know how to but wished he did so he could get the fuckin’ FURY out and his arms bent in Ls pistoning at his sides and hands clenched to fisting so hard his nails bit into his palms AND – …!!!

– He KICKED the nearest hay bale, lettin’ that screech slip free…! Another, in a swing of every limb, wincin’ that screech back harder, this is shit, shit, SHIT – …!!!

…He’d then… ambled backward. Lettin’ his steps roll back and let continued momentum past when he’d stopped them drop ‘im onto his ass. Didn’t even feel it - indignantly flinched again on his momentum stopping, but… once the shockwave of that’d faded, he’d pulled his knees up ‘n in for his sneerin’ face to fall into, catch your breath, Lucas, Zo’ said you’re fine, she’s gonna make sure you are, ‘n she doesn’t steer you wrong when it’s not playtime, ‘n the old fuck likes her a lot better, so whatever she does’s gonna work, and then she’s gonna come and find ya – haaaaaa, and you can spill the whole shit about how fuckin’ unfair the old man is, and she’ll go ‘n say she gets it but then you’ll be crackin’ jokes and stompin’ on all that, all team-like – this time o’ night, maybe you can play that ol’ game cabinet up in the attic you got working again, or just call ‘er up for some cards or checkers, you’ll calm down ‘n both a’ you be laughin’ again in nothing flat, put this shit behind us…

Forget, once again, how stupid all of this is…!

…He stayed in that position long enough, however…

…well, first –

…to be able to… figure that… yeah. The coast was officially clear. Partly subconsciously - if the Old Bastard knew by now where Lucas liked to hide when he figured the attic wouldn’t be treated well enough like his personal just-for-him place, Lucas would rather think that he didn’t, even knowing that Mama knew it, let alone Zoe.

It did steady and slow his breathing. Heart rate. Thoughts.

He blinked… lazily, halfway looking over tops o’ his own knees. Again.

…Slow as it was, his breath stayed… soundful.

Can’t wait to let out all a’ this steam, Zoe.

…With figurative ants creepin’ up his back and his breaths getting… not faster again, but tighter, as she didn’t… show up.

Eyes narrowing in a wince.

Just… get here, goddammit…!

A thought pretty tightly-webbed over something much more… cold, sheet-icy layered over top a’ the very surface of his brain…!

Couple quick hip-wiggles as he twisted to where he’d left his phone on the wooden slats by his side. Typed:

: How’d it go

…Chest swelling in increasing height and volume of breath and eyes narrowing harder and each junction a’ muscle twisting in his face like a dial in the fuckin’ instants of waiting for a response…!

Eyes slowly widening outta that initial tight-focused wince as the seconds counted down…!

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It took her a minute to find her phone. She scrambled to her feet, trying to find somewhere safe to reply.

[TEXT: Luca] not good. But at least you’re safe!

She hadn’t even noticed the blow to her jaw had affected her nose, a blood vessel having broken and the blood ran down her face. She had been too focused on Lucas.

She sets her phone down and unties the flannel shirt from her waist to use it to stop the bleeding. She was dizzy and it felt like she wouldn’t be able to leave the Foyer without passing out.

[TEXT: Luca] it seems safe for you to come back. Daddy’s yellin at mama now, he’s more mad at her than us at the moment.

That’s the last text she sends before laying her head against the chair behind her, her body wanting to go unconscious. She tried to fight it but her vision faded and her body slumped all the way to the floor, hitting her head off of the hardwood.

#Zoe ic. mobile #abuse tw

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Hhhhhhhhhh, hell if Lucas had even known if he’d been callin’ Zoe from across the house just to bitch with how un-fucking-shocked he’d been to get bellowed at over a bit a’ recycle-scavenging that he’d run a week ago just happenin’ to get discovered, one, just goddamn now, and two, after the Old Man’d started crackin’ into the drink - just proved his fffffuckin’ point, no one had missed any o’ the stuff he’d taken; he hadn’t done shit wrong….!! - or, well…

…if he had been callin’ for backup.

Interference, whatever.

After all, if anyone in this house could get the old man off his back (in any way that was actually doing that and not namby-pamby after-the-fact; thanks for… goddamn nothing most o’ the time, Mama…!), it would be good ol’ Junebug, and you know what…?

It was seamlessly ‘n soundlessly that something… slid-to-click in his brain on… validation and approval, really, on hearin’ that expected-yet-not… sticking-up-for…! It secured; a glow began spreading nice and sharp out of it! Puttin’ a lighter, more weightless kinda burn over that heavy ‘n draggin’ one of… angry-chewin’ bitchiness…!

…Whiiiiich was a mixed bag.

His nerves began to buzz to the point of tremblin’. Jumps in his muscles to move. Move move move –

A quick flick of his head back, one corner of his mouth jerkin’ a couple of upper-twitches, the ekein’ out of one barely-there:

“ I – ! ”

… – The foyer was empty but HA-HA for how much fuckin’ longer – good goddammit his brain was trackin’ so hard to hear the old asshole stomping after him that was like a friggin’ reverse-echo how he just barely kinda felt like he already heard it and there was more vibratin’ in his chest ha-ha-ha-HA ZOE WHY DO YOU THINK HE WOULD JUST WANNA STAY PUT –

“ … – Hhhhooo-no damn way ‘m I stayin’ put, Zo’… – ! ”

…His voice…

…kinda tickled up to one o’ those erratic little tense-singsongy warbles up in his upper register - clacks ‘n rattles in moves he’s only half-assedly conscious of and certainly not fuckin’ coordinated in as he moved one hand from pressin’ its heel into various spots on a dog head (c’mon click into place right, damn you…!) to rattling the doorknob, nope, that didn’t do it…! A push and a push of his upper body weight into another press seekin’ out a click…!

– Off a’ one lean, tossin’ another wide-blinkin’, quick-snappin’ look back over his shoulder…!

– Lettin’ things hang for a second, unconsciously in the… nope, still nothin’ different before with another blink, his jaw went slack.

Eyes flicked down. Then aside toward the phone.

Shut his eyes and thinned his lips over a firm throat-clear attemptin’ to summon up some more OOMPH before he gave another few shoves.

…All the while eyes unconsciously widenin’ and widenin’ and one side of his mouth drawin’ high again.

Outta the… gravel he’d driven his voice into, curlin’ out:

“ …IIIIIII’m haulin’ ass out to the barn…! ”

Press, press, click – !

– Yet another whip of his head, right to the emblem on the door.

– Mouth droppin’ open again and a bonk sorta sound in his weight stumblin’ forward wait wait wait wait – ! More rattling and another click as he threw and tackled the door to the yard open – !

The bump of a shoe on the patio book it book it book it book it book it… – !

Well, thing was, she DID stop their dad from going after Lucas by making herself a target.

Shouts of ‘get the hell outta my god damn way woman’ and ‘what the fuck is wrong with you jack’... they were so close but felt far away. But, even if she was bleeding and crying, she kept her promise in saying she wouldn’t let Jack hurt Lucas. Her head was throbbing ... but she kept her promise. Now it was just their folks yellin’ at eachother.

#abuse tw #alcohol tw #* `` they were kids that i once knew ... { zoe rel. lucas ; 1.0.1.9 }#* `` if wellness is THIS what in HELL’S name is sickness ? — zoe baker .