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I do not want to make this post get more attention than it needs to, however, for a myriad of health reasons and personal ones I am going to be leaving this blog for an undetermined amount of time. It will not be deleted it will sit here until I find myself able to actually write at all anymore and if not then Iām sorry. If youāre cool you can ask for my skype and so on. Sometimes I write there. Iām sorry for the inconvenience and how sporadic this seems.
alright i think i only owe whcle now and- iām going to fight u ada i swear 2 god. ada also. got to get your r&r where you can tho so iām gonna just be here and there and save the other things to draft!
let me punch you in the face
please punch me in the face thank you so much
Lamb.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Not in the vents, and sorely regretting it. Miles can see him, his newest hunter, from the shadow heās tucked into. There are shelves, lined with boxes of medical suppliesā tubing, syringes, IVs, the only thing between him and the patient. Medicine is strewn around, knocked off the shelf, scattered from the box; probably an attempt to get the sedatives and contain the riot.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Miles felt the crunch of medicine underfoot, hoped to hell he didnāt hear it because heaven wasnāt listening, and went for the door. If he could get out into the hall, maybe he could find an ample hiding place, a vent heās in dire need ofā ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ¼ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ļ¼”ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ¼
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā---I can hear you breathing.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Limited light reflected in those eyes and jagged rise of teeth glinted as he moved. Simmons was the text book definition ofĀ āpsychopathā. No matter how much he could take and take and take it was never enough - his life came to a head when police arrived to find his estates set ablaze and he sat there, perfectly calm, in a lawnchair. Sipping alcohol and watching on as if it were some sort of show. Inside was his family.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā No. He didnāt bat an eye. They were nothing. And surely everyone in the asylum was much the same. Garbage. He manipulated what he could, took what he wanted. And the development of Miles Upshur was a new game for him.Ā āWhy donāt you come out?ā
Carla.
āThen why are we going to an opera Derek. Weāre suffering,ā Finally. But she says we.
Sheās selfish and she says we. Sheās a narcissist and she includes him, a cancerous part of her own personality that has been impossible to treat and she just has to live with it. Heās an invisible deformity that no one else has access to- and she perishes but thinks it how much heās ruined her.
They tell her in therapies and self-help seminarās that sheās half absorbed and convinced herself donāt work, that sheās not ruined. But sheās insane. And she knows it.
Sheās ruined and laughing about it in the end. Killing people, laughing, fucking, burning people alive. Insane and without a seatbelt going 200 on a backroad. Spinning out, screaming, losing control of herself.
A crash would have ended them. Part of them wanted that. And the car was a good metaphor.
She has nothing left in her to forgive a slight. The spaces between her ribs are empty and thick with her own self-destruction and how isolated they were inside their own bodies.
But she shuts her mouth, she clams up and puts her hands on her knees and decides not to suffer with him or for him, but to fill her skin with the person sheās become. Get angry at him. She listens to the rain and lets it in. Breathes through her nose in a way that would free her chest.
āMy daughterās name was Carmen,ā she finally says.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was a metaphor. There was the outside, gray and endless. Then it was them confined in what could have been their coffin. They could have died then and there and it would have been as lonely as one person out in the middle of a crossroads. Desperately lurching on some god forsaken trodden path of dirt. He didnāt find it in himself to care anymore.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He couldnāt. What difference would it make if he was dead now? Free of everything? None at all. Carla and he were lost. Spare parts hanging by tendon and he could feel the indignation the fear the rage wafting from her as it were. Sometimes he wonders what it would have been like if he dropped it all and ran off with her. If they could have been truly happy together - if he could have loved her as Carla. Not Ada Wong.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There are too many what ifs and there is no way to go back. Even now her voice sounds like itās muffled against his ears. Like theyāre filled with cotton and those eyes of his squint against the road. He was blind for the last five minutes.Ā āI know.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Fingers clenched and he looked haggard. The fight seemed to have left him in that instance. Her daughter, Carmen.Ā āWhy did you choose that name?ā
Ada Wong.
Her sympathy comes short Ā Ā Ā by miles. Heās a miserable excuse for a man, tattered clothes and open sores. Dances under streetlights, among the bodies of ghosts who wander without purpose. Needless. Helpless.
A product of his own undoing.
His screams come next. Nothing short of episodic caterwaul, it reverberates in the alleys and windows. In every crack the forsaken city gives him, and Ada scowls. The twist of lips to show ardent dissatisfaction with the situation that unfolds.
Wastes no time. Shoots to one point, arrives at another. Trained movements. Fast. In the time it takes to breathe shallow breaths she looms over him. Her voice surmounts, a testament in shadow. Omniscient without being seen.
Resembles the likeness of God while twisting His name in vain.
ā A shame the dead never learn the benefits in staying that way. Ā I had such high hopes for you in that regard as well. ā
No qualms in re-teaching what can be re-learned. But at the cost of being so tedious.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd you-- you-ā The hoarse flanging of his voice dies off and itās replaced by an episode of coughing. Vile and deeply rooted, sounding like his insides are rattling. Bile took to the air and he was a disgusting piece of work. Ugly on the outside as he was in. Of all the people he expected to find him she was on the bottom of the list. He truly wished in those moments she was a hallucination for how she seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Ah - his eyes - his vision. That was deteriorating just as rapidly. Red tinged and horrendous.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLeave me.ā A snarl. The man ( if he could be called one anymore ) could feel his skin festering even as he pressed himself to the grimy wall behind him. Heād much rather face death than suffer in some garbage filled alleyway like a sick animal. The fits of screaming bubbled behind his sore throat and he almost shrieked at her. Unbridled.Ā āGet the fuck away from me.ā
Favorite Boss Design Derek Simmons; 3rd Form psd credit: endetriment
In the meantime: Ada watches Simmons closely so he doesnĀ“t do any shit.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now, he does not recall asking for a babysitter.Ā āArenāt I always up to something?ā
Pushes him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThereās something you need?ā
iām going to be replying to things this evening. for now hello i am here and waiting on the next step of applying to the police force b/c i have no self control.
Carla.
polymorphic ooze noises.
rubs tentacle against her face,
tfw ya log on and gain like five followers everytime
Carla.
i have no chill
tyrannosaurus noises
unless you forgot Carlaās a pile of hell. Her special talents include turning into a fucking monstrosity and eating people whole.
carla would you fucking relax,
Itās that time of year again. The time of year when I give away another tentacle dildo in honor of you following a survival horror catastrophe of a blog. Iām really just a silly person who loves to write so the fact that 400+ of you would choose to be part of this? It means something. Especially because the character I play is so little-known and rarely recognized.
So instead of gushing my feelings Iāve decided to express my passion through lobbing sex toys at you AGAIN. To one person I am going to hand a baddragon sex toy dildo (and no one is surprised.) shaped like a tentacle. Again. Again again. And probably again later. All hail Resident Evilās fetish for tentacle monsters.
VIEW IT HERE (color may vary) - x Medium Softness, Small Size
Rules
Ā Ā - MUST be following me Ā Ā - 18 + only. I actually know most of your ages so this shouldnāt be an issue Ā Ā - Likes/Reblogs count Ā Ā - Ends June 24th at 5:00 PM EST (you have TODAY) Ā Ā - Shipping address required. Ā Ā - Wanda isnāt allowed to win
Again. On a serious note, thank you so much for the opportunities you give me as an audience and as friends and collaborators each and every day. This hobby is my favorite because of such fantastic participants like you..
and by some stroke of fate, simmantics is the winner. Iāll need a post address. :) TY for playing and tune in next time!
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