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to explain my spotty activity, i have online school+chores so i can't afford to always be on--thank you everyone for putting up with stagnant state of content!!

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OOF:

Do you like being chased around an abandoned, zombie infested police station while trying to solve puzzles? Do you like seeing people get punched so hard they get knocked down a flight of stairs? How about faces getting crushed, or being thrown through a hallway? Then like/reblog if you’d like to rp with a MR-X/Tyrant-103 blog! Penned regrettably by Moira!

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                     YOUR DEATH IS WITHIN PLAIN SIGHT.

[amandakstoneall]

May I die before I give you power over me.

Narcissus (via amandakstoneall)

[onceuponamusing]

survival; [ser-vahy-vuh l] noun.

                      1. the act of dying slower                        than those around you.

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 changing my url from reidomoudo to reidmode

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HM❗

THE TRUTH &. NOTHING BUT    /   a.

      ❛     when i first enlisted , i honestly never thought i’d have to ACTUALLY kill someone. taking someone’s life ; its not why i did what i did        …      made the choices i made. i only wanted to help people. BE ALL THAT I COULD BE , or whatever it was the recruiter said to us. but over the years ? all this time i’ve had to deal with         …           with CORRUPT pharmaceuticals or hush - hush security teams ? BIO - TERRORISTS ? i learned something. something i had to come to terms with. something i’ve never told anyone else before.     ❜

      ❛      ——-     every time i end up killing one of you son of a bitches that has anything to do with these viral outbreaks or the COUNTLESS deaths of people who didn’t deserve a fucking thing that’s happened to them for the sake of ‘ science ‘ or better yet , money ? i enjoy every second of it. i enjoy watching you irredeemable pieces of shit get your comeuppance , &. i sleep soundly at night knowing that it was me that pulled the trigger. because they don’t deserve jail time            ——–         no , no. that’s to easy. what they deserve is whatever corner of HELL they’re sent to for all the shit that they’ve done without breaking a sweat. without shedding a tear. without a single OUNCE of humane morality behind what they’ve decided to do for fucking PROFIT. the quote unquote law won’t do fuck all to stop it from happening , but me ? oh i can. &. i will. &. i swear as long as there’s still a breath in my lungs , i will be the whirlwind that topples ever last one of them. for EVERY soul they’d just thrown away for absolutely nothing.

          umbrella. tricell. some faction in africa. i don’t care. as long as there’s someone out there trying to weaponize the shit i’d gone through for the last twenty years               ———          i PROMISE i’ll be there to be the one to put the gun to their head &. pull the trigger if they don’t cooperate.     ❜

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[fuckyeahcaravaggio]

Caravaggio: The Seven Works of Mercy (detail)

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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                      ————  RAIN  OR  SHINE ,  YOU’RE  GOING  DOWN !                                            (  personals  please  don’t  reblog !  )

[inikaga]

[herbalmedic]

hey can I just drop a thing here

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[chirikalovesjill]

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so where is my mr x huh

[kiteazure2014]

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👩‍⚕️ put pressure on my muse’s wound

layers of translucent gauze wrapped skin tight by experienced fingers. like an armband, to the point the layers became milky white together. it did not last; blood soaking through like beads of sangria paint descending into water. a canvas of it wove through the fabric as damage became controlled with pressure.

sharp & tangy. the odor well-nigh melted on her tongue ( it was that strong of an aroma, that herb essence & oil. ) the bandage reeked of it. yet, weird enough, the stench of death did not cause hunk to cringe as hard as this stuff did. ( one got used to the shit BOW’s smelt like on a daily fuckin’ basis. not even nemesis smelled that awful. not to diss her pal. )

“watch it, not all us regrow limbs!” 

rubbish was an underestimate to how the mission went. it had become ' SNAFU ' real fast, yet there was no space to complain about it now. a wrong twist and- fuck! alike lighting, pain coiled her arm and made her grit all thirty-two through a tense jaw. that was completely on her for trying to move up and about ASAP.

[misterrickletheficklepickle]

@horrorgorewhore 31 days of horror day 20: Resident Evil