YEAH, THAT'S A NO

STEVE HARRINGTON   /   st + dbd   / penned by kels

[secondwlnd-a]

i simply miss steven

[hawkinslibrary]

monster hunting. 

[secondwlnd-a]

the truest steve play i have ever made

[secondwlnd-a]

steve main rights

[humorblr]

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steve wearing a christmas sweater and sunglasses in the middle of a trial:

[tibby]

Listen, I messed up, okay? I messed up. I messed up. Okay? Really. Please. I just want to make things right.

[nomither-deactivated20191225]

BENEVOLENT & BOLD.   he’s a man with an athletic frame, carrying an impressive stature, sacrifices it all to protect those around him.   first glace sells you the idea he’s a force of nature —— unstoppable. but stare for too long  &  you’ll soon find there’s more than what meets the eye. he’s a hurricane, seems scattered, torn,   distraught and broken.  not by body, but by mind.       bowels often flee his torso with rusted hook pierced through his shoulder. his perseverance twists with ire, creating something far more dangerous, it’s unsettling to view such potent stubbornness  &  spite.

ind. priv. selective. roleplay blog for  DAVID KING  of  DEAD BY DAYLIGHT.   as portrayed by sentinel.

[solitarysurvival-arch]

ya boy is dead tired but tryin to rp again come kill this u wont

[secondwlnd-a]

chell convince me to bring back jake so perhaps i bring back jake 

[secondwlnd-a]

❛ You do not get to be the martyr. That was my job. ❜

“yeah, not a chance--” he catches quentin at the shoulder, bringing him back down to the grass before he can get far. laboured breathing passes between two survivors, ragged and scraped up from trying to out-sprint blade-wielding teenager all match. “not a chance in hell i’m cool with that.” a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder, dropping mussed head of hair for a moment to catch his breath; “besides, you don’t know i’m gonna die.” 

steve forces the quirk of a grin as he returns gaze to quentin’s--he doesn’t exactly have supreme confidence in his suicide mission, but maybe he can convince dreamwalker. “...and you’re not looking so hot. just--let me handle it, okay?” mind echoes david; do your job. and this was the only job worth doing. “let me have your back, this time.”

[supercomms]

[secondwlnd-a]

❛ Come to burn my world down? ❜ he says this, endeared and teasing though, :/c

“or blow your mind?” a soft pshh-krow sound and accompanying gesture, followed by a lazy cat-grin; “--okay that was bad, but hey--i’m totally harmless.” steve’s lighter on his feet today, with lingering high of success--of making it through the finish line, fingers locked together with tired, loved boy. 

he finds quentin crunched in on himself, concentrated with his work, but with a lilt of amusement in his tone as he acknowledges jock’s presence. taking advantage of the fact quentin hadn’t looked up just yet, he drapes arms over the other’s shoulders, sits chin on messy hair, and peers down at the medkit in the other’s hands. dreamwalker’s work; tools and bottled agents ready to be organized for later use in trial--bits and pieces he had little confidence in handling himself. “looks complicated,” he hums, after a long moment. “you want help?” he asks, and it’s genuine-- lack of skills irrelevant; “...or you wanna do something less lame than this to celebrate?”

[secondwlnd-a]

sometimes i miss writing jake 

[secondwlnd-a]

when the the killer says gg fun game but ran pop+ruin+thana+sloppy and kept teleporting on everyone 

[secondwlnd-a]

ive literally never done a starter call b4 but hit that ♡

[secondwlnd-a]

❛ i was recently dead, so i think i’ll mend. ❜

steve huffs a laugh-- it’s knocked loose from bruised chest like a hiccup, surprised and genuine. she was just as tough as she looked. “yeah, uh, fair enough.” he drops back, wincing as his back hits the fraying wallpaper of the myer’s house. yui had looked just like a comic book character when she’d come into the fog, and it was sort of reassuring to have another superhero-tier player on their side. even if she had brought a heavyweight horned jackass in her wake.

his mind catches up to the situation that had just unfolded; the confidence with which the biker had tripped up their aggressor and cut him loose. “you were like, really cool back there. you weren’t scared of that asshole at all.” grin, crooked and good-natured; “seriously. keep it up, they hate that.”