#infectmama

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  THERE’S A SICKNESS LIVING INSIDE ME.       /     YOU CAN SPARE ME ALL YOUR SYMPATHY. 

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@infectmama

it was the same exact song and dance, again and again. try to get out, and then give up because of some minor inconvenience: get pissed because of some little voice in the back of his head telling him to stop being so pathetic, and then having that same voice tell him you’re never going to escape. hours were spent internally arguing with himself, and at this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if he tore out a fucking chunk from his hand, with all the anxious biting. he’d given up on attempting to keep track of the time, seconds fading into minutes and minutes feeling like hours —— he thinks it’s safe to assume he’s broken a record by now, for “longest time without getting completely fucked”.

as if on cue, the second the thought crossed his mind ( a bitter chuckle passing through his lips ), the old house creaked beneath cautious footsteps, and he was whipping around in alarm, heart dropping into his stomach and feeling like it’d stop any moment with how fast it was beating. no, no, he didn’t want to ——

...HER.

at first, he doesn’t recognize her. clancy thinks her an outsider, unfortunate enough to stumble across this estate like they had. but the gears start turning, clicking into place, and what was unfamiliar turns into something he’d been working his ass off to forget. what comes out of his mouth when he sees here, it’s not even a word; it’s more akin to a sigh, a quiet gasp that, though practically inaudible, still knocks the breath out of him.

❛ —— you. ❜

[raikogan-blog]

hi im Chad Brad Johnson and im straight

tell me bout urselfaccepting

rain if u were any gayer teagen and sara would have to pay u royalties

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@infectmama

A lot of people that Jill has run into in her life call this time ungodly, and she’s starting to see why. It was a foggy night, and the damp chill that clings to your spine and freezes you to the bone has set in. It doesn’t matter how warm it might be later in the day, this is a snapshot of time where the weather has stuck a great big middle finger up at the world’s early risers. Maybe God was a night owl, and this is Jill’s punishment. 

Approaching Mia’s door, rubbing her hands together and breathing air that could be mistaken for smoke were it not so cold, Jill knocked three times, firmly, and stepped back. Jogging on the spot wasn’t helping the cold in the slightest, but at the very least Jill could feel like she was trying to stay warm. When the door opened, she looked up, managing a tired slant to her lips that was somewhere between a smile and damnable regret. 

“You ready?” 

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continued [ x ] // @infectmama​

She didn’t remember a thing. How and why she got there, was nothing but a mystery to the female, who descended into the basement of the old house, looking not only for a way out, but some answers perhaps. It was dark, filthy and humid, with only the dimest light shinning from behind a cell. Carefuly, her blue eyes caught a glimpse of someone in there, a woman -- sleeping? With the bolt cutters nearby by the table, Claire managed to pry the cell open, approaching with caution the stranger.

“Hey... wake up” A hand laid by her shoulder, slowly turning the other towards her, a low but conforting tone in her words as she spoke, seeing how fragile and hurt the other woman looked. “It’s okay, you´re gonna be okay”

But her reaction was curious. Quickly she stepped back, watching as the frail brunette spoke in hushed words, desperately. “Daddy? WHAT are you talking about? Do you know a way out?” Her thoughts were now anything but organized. What the hell was up with that place?

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you know how much i love u but im here im queer im ready 2 cheer. honestly i adore your ethan; he's loving but also capable of being an ass, he's snarky but sweet, cute, A Certified Mess, but so well - done. ethans the kinda character that can be hard to do because he doesn't get a ton of character / character development, but you take and build on that base in a way thats super unique but also feels totally honest to his character. also u murder me daily. i love u!!

tell me how i’m doing with ethan.  ||  accepting.  

there’s a reason you’re my glittery pastel waifu, and it’s bc your portrayal of mia not only compliments my ethan, but builds on him and makes him stronger.  tbh i was very wary of dipping my toes back into this fandom bc of past experiences, but i can honestly say i don’t regret it bc it let me meet you.  :^)  may the angst and fluff continue forever.

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“I've never seen an infection act like this before-- are there any notable signs of infection before it's introduced to the hosts body via consumption?" @infectmama

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                “You want to tell me what you was doing down in the old house? Why my wife had to crawl down in that dirty hole to drag your ass out?!” He’d sat eyeing the ungrateful bitch down from across the table long enough, rising from his seat with fingers balling in and out of fists. SHE don’t want her hit, won’t let him-- but Jack Baker, in his delusions, has all the mind to punish. “When I ask you something you’d do well to answer, Mia! It was Zoe, wasn’t it? She put you up to it, I know... Damn girl-- can’t see that we’re blood! Blood don’t plot against blood...”

@infectmama