DON'T PLAY NICE !

[solitarysurvival]

         【  NATURE WILL KILL YOU AND THEN MAKE NEW THINGS FROM YOU. 】                       𝟶𝟷.   𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚜  𝟶𝟸.   𝚑𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝.  𝟶𝟹.    𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 / 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 / 𝚘𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢!  𝟶𝟺.    𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠.   𝟶𝟻.    𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍  /  𝚙𝚜𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝   /  𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

[solitarysurvival]

besties... if u need me i'll be on my funny tcm game blog @lifesver or on tommy @lakelost

[solitarysurvival]

sorry I’m watching the ffxiv superbowl (world race for p12s) and also on my leland blog @lifesver

[solitarysurvival]

guy who is this 🤏 close to making a blog for leland texaschainsawmassacre who has exactly 1 paragraph of known lore

[solitarysurvival]

well. im that guy. @lifesver

[solitarysurvival]

i am so obsessed with this guy that commented on my jake cosmetic

[solitarysurvival]

never give up even when one guy dcs at 5 gens

[solitarysurvival]

jake outlast trials idk uses the blind or xray rig to Know Things but he's also throwing bricks. he's also just weaseling in and out of crawlspaces. he never gets caught in traps but he also starts shit with the ex-pops all the time

[solitarysurvival]

i tossed my jake cosmetic contest entry onto twitter and everyone’s been so nice about it. but also the amount of people that have commented like “wait hold up i’ll main jake if this cosmetic wins” and some guy trying to @ mccote and bhvr aggressively that’s how i know my jake opinions are true and correct

[solitarysurvival]

had to take jake's lack of swag into my own hands fellas

[moldboy]

@solitarysurvival says: ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ / for emrys!

Emrys lets his gaze drag over Jake. He looks the same. Cleaner, now, no longer covered in the blood and guts of the trials, but he still has that half-wild look in his eyes, like he could snap at any moment. It's a pity that he never did; Emrys can imagine it would have been a sight to behold.

He leans back in his chair, grinning. They're at dinner, which is a precursor to everything else, which is a precursor to him going home to Saki and gloating. He grins. "No? I think I've cleaned up a little at least. Or do you miss all the blood?" He can't say that he does. When he first emerged from the Fog, he felt as though he would never be clean again.

"You've changed," Emrys admits. He sighs, his eyes drifting down to the collar of Jake's shirt. He shouldn't have asked him out to dinner. It seems silly to draw things out when they both know where this is headed. After all; it's not like he has any intentions of dating Jake. He has Saki, after all, and it's difficult to imagine anything Jake Park does being half as interesting. "You look worse," he continues. "This lifestyle isn't what it used to be, huh?"

[solitarysurvival]

you haven’t changed a damn bit, he says. emrys still has a smile like wolf teeth, is what he means. and for all the punches and insults they’d thrown in the fog — all the bloody noses and bullshit — it felt bizarre to be sitting across from him now. felt like a bit of a joke, after everything, to put himself together for emrys, of all people's benefit. sure, he could blame nea for this mess. but he had been the one who had agreed, when they both knew damn well where this was going. at least with emrys, he didn't have to worry about feelings getting involved.

jake tilts his head with an unimpressed look; ❝ are you regretting this yet? ❞ he asks. eyes flick up to emrys' face, and brow furrows. emrys had cleaned up — but jake wasn't about to tell him so. he exhales, leaning on a palm with a thin smile; ❝ … drinks would have been less painful, you know. or did you bring me flowers, too? ❞

jake scoffs at emrys' comment; ❝ yeah, well. i was pretty bad at this lifestyle before, too. ❞ maybe he had changed more than most. no longer sparking with fissures of blight, no longer powered by dead nerves and adrenaline alone every day, he felt fallible, ordinary, and tired. when he'd finally stepped out of the fog, scar tissue had formed where corruption had been. and when he'd gotten sick of looking at that in the mirror, he'd gotten most of them sprawled over in tattoos. and he doesn't miss the blood — so much as feel like it's still all over him, impossible to scrub clean. yeah, he thought, 'worse' was fair enough.

jake shrugs and ducks his gaze to the table, suddenly very aware of emrys' eyes on him. he picks at his sleeve absently. this was a stupid idea. he had known. surely they had both known. ❝ … your boyfriend isn't going to kill me, is he? ❞ jake ventures, shooting him a pointed, accusing look. though, in fairness, he had seen saki a couple days ago at the bar, and he hadn't seemed terribly interested in ending his life, now that they were all 'free'.

[solitarysurvival]

well you see i made my outlast trials oc @jocktrials and it is only half a joke.

[solitarysurvival]

me at midnight: thinkin about jake’s post-fog tattoos and how he has a sleeve of flowers and there’s one little flower for every single survivor he met in the fog.

[solitarysurvival]

bad news the outlast trials oc isnt a joke anymore

[solitarysurvival]

brent from the outlast trials who keeps saying "we are SO back" when he delivers an objective or "its so over" if he sees mother gooseberry. sometimes he says 'hold up the hatman is here' but wont elaborate. he never gets good grades but that won't stop his enthusiasm. he is the first one to punch through glass for no reason and he's moments from bleeding out at the end of every trial.

[solitarysurvival]

my outlast trials oc named brent who keeps calling near-death experiences a 'bruh moment' but keeps surviving somehow and puzzling the scientists

[solitarysurvival]

@byanyan said: ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ (when the kid u tried to help is now a killer & really likes to rub it in ur face when they bring u down smh)

you could say that. black spots dance in jake's vision when he hits the ground, hard. then, there's a heel pressing down on his spine — and he bites his tongue to stifle a pained sound as the killer forces him further into the dirt. in truth, it had caught him off guard — when he got a look at the face of their killer, this trial. it had been like ice water down his back; the numb understanding of why he hadn't seen byan at the campfire in some time.

❝ … you always were a sadistic little shit, ❞ jake gives a strained laugh — in what would be a joke, if things were different. teeth press together hard behind a grimace, and coal-dark eyes finally flick up toward byan. bitter, cold, and trying not to betray the sick dread in his chest. ❝ but, you know. you never struck me as the type to give up so easy. ❞

suddenly he doesn't want to look at their face anymore. suddenly it was impossible not to get caught on the thought; maybe if you had tried harder, looked out for them better, not been so hard on them — maybe you could have protected them better from this fate. maybe they would have been okay.

or maybe, this was the only way of survival they could see in this god-forsaken place.

❝ s-so. how does it feel? being the one on the other end of the knife? ❞ how does it feel, turning your back on everyone? it had never worked like that — trying to reach byan with sentimentalities. and yet, at the end of the day, byan is a child. as hard as they tried to make you all forget it, with their big talk and tough skin. a kid, in this fucking place. how could he blame them?

after a moment, he lifts his tired eyes again, asks quietly; ❝ does it make you feel safe? ❞ he hopes to god that it does.

[solitarysurvival]

me and beau in tears every time we get fucking gassed in this game and hallucinate some guy: oh god the hatman is here

[solitarysurvival]

me in the outlast trials customizer: if i don't make a guy who is just some guy who will