#aimtrick

[anxietyworns-a]

@aimtrick​  ,       i don’t know what this is.

i’m scared. that’s all i can think as i stand in a room, staring at a whole bunch of agents who are looking at me like... like i’m this tiny fragile thing. don’t they know these hands have taken down more BOWs than some of them could ever dream of? & yet, i’m still terrified because it’s starting to feel like a lot on my shoulders.

& then the door opens, & i turn to see who enters...

blue eyes meet mine almost instantly, & the second they do, it’s like the fear fades away. i know everything’s going to be okay. 

“how does that sound, miss lucas? --- miss lucas?” an agent is asking. something about the safe house. but i’m already heading toward leon. i can’t do all of this by myself.

“thank god,” i say as i take my place next to him. wait, my place? ( but isn’t it at this point, brooke? ) “they... they drew up plans for my safe house, but... i would rather you look at them.”

[patheticatrophy]

@aimtrick​ is being stalked by ghost face !

The mystery of the night shrouds the stalker from any signs of revealing himself too soon from his recent person of interest. His body twitches to walk faster ; to lunge forward and drive deep the cold steel that begs for blood ; but he stills himself and quells his excitement for now.

[dwyghts]

@aimtrick​     /      ❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

     hands  clutch  desperately  at  the  fabric  over  his  own  rapidly  beating  heart     ,     taking  mental  note  of  its  sweat  soaked  condition .     a  nightmare ?     but     —     it  felt  so  .  .  .  real .     eyes  frantically  search  dark  surroundings  only  to  meet  leon’s  firm     ,     yet  reassuring  gaze .     slowly  but  surely  raspy  and  hasty  breathing  begins  to  calm     ,     though  his  mind  races  with  vague  memories  of  the  nightmare .     blood      ,     screaming     ,     the  smell  of  death  and  rot  hung  heavy  in  his  nose  and  it  only  made  him  all  the  more  nauseous .

      ❛     leon     —     i  can  still  smell  it     ,     see  it .     the  bodies     ,     all  that  blood  . . . .  i  never  realized  just  how  much  blood  there  is  in  a  person .     it  was  like  . . .  like  a  pool .     ❜     hands  release  his  shirt  and  wipe  the  sweat  away  from  his  dirtied  face     ,     eyes  returning  to  the  latter .     ❛     where  are  the  others  ?     ❜

[heretiical-arch]

@aimtrick​ || starter call

The Outsider’s labored breathing covered her footsteps. The gentle crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. She had heard on the speakers about him, Knoth calling out for his followers to rid their sanctuary of the stranger who wished them harm. She dropped down on her knees and crawled the rest of the way, the last foot, until she was right over his shoulder.  “Shh, shh, shh.”  Val’s hand snatched over his mouth from behind.  “Shhhhh.”  Her other hand raised, she pressed a bony finger against her own lips. And in the distance, from behind the trees, emerged her heretics. Covered in mud and just as curious about the outsider as she was herself. Val kept them at bay for now by a simple look.  “Give him some room, the poor thing is injured...”

Val’s hand left his mouth, the side of her hand gently stroking up his face until she could entangle her fingers in his hair. Such fine, soft hair. She tucked her face against it and breathed him in for a moment, letting out a noise of pleasure at the soft sent of shampoo. Such a noise caused her followers to react, make their inhuman-like noises and rally around in excitement.  “Come, let mother take care of you.”  She crawled on her knees around him, her hand now trading down to where blood soaked through his shirt. She pressed hard against it, to slow down the outpour of crimson.  “You’ll die out here, bleeding like this. They’ll find you, you know. They’re looking for you. I have a place where they won’t find you.”

[dantes--rebellion]

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“Hey, handsome, are you a squirrel?” 

“‘Cause I wanna bust a nut in your hole.” 

[spiralshiftbye]

✄ﾟ*・ﾟ @aimtrick​ liked!

  “i remember what it was like to be a rookie cop. then i got to ditch the uniform, and start all over again feeling like headless chicken.” two seconds after speaking with the other rookie, and he’s already telling lies. par for the course, really. most would say the problem (of many) with will is that he knows a little too much.

  “but good for you, man. you’ll get there. i’m not going to say it’s not an intimidating field to be working in, and there are some days you’re gonna want to quit, but what matters are the officers who pull through for the good of the public. helping save lives is its own reward.”

[endurble]

Aggressively tosses pillows at their fort to demolish it in the most spectacular way possible. " Long live the brotherhood. "

back off bitch

[horroticas]

@aimtrick​ / LEON S. KENNEDY 

     diosa knows better than most that there is no such thing as fair is fair. life is a game and she’s here to bend the rules, and take whoever she can down with her. she fits in just fine among the survivors, exhausted and scared, but when she gets a moment alone, she has more than enough time to scheme against them and watch them fall before she can. today’s trial is no exception. 

    “     HELP ! can i please get some help?! i’m STUCK !    “  and stuck she is, willingly, one of her legs pinned under a heavy plank of wood.