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[cruelshape]

' saving the best for last, huh? fucking do something about it. '

  she was right. certain rituals had to be held sacred, and the cut most anticipated always brings the most satisfaction. the one, THE one had to be savored, marinated with time -- only then could his knife tear into the ripe flesh. 

he must save the best for last.. so this one could die now.

[viraldeath]

' i think you deserve a happy ending. '

      it’s  the  last  thing  he  expects  to  hear.  their  final  moments  are  never  pleasant,  least  of  all  when  they  know  they’ll  be  thrust  right  back  into  one  of  these  seemingly  endless  trials,  fighting  to  escape  a  bloody,  painful  sacrifice  at  the  spider - like  tendrils  of  an  unnamed  and  brutal  entity.  light  is  fading  fast  as  blood  pours  from  his  abdomen,  wrought  open  by  a  hungry,  whirring  blade ;  pale  fingers  tremble  in  futile  attempts  to  press  his  innards  back  into  the  gaping  incision,  slick  with  blood  that  spills  forth  with  each  ever - slowing  beat  of  his  heart.  his  consciousness  is  fading,  and  with  it,  his  sight,  the  omnipresent  fog  encroaching  on  the  edges  of  his  vision.  

       he’s  spent  so  long  idealizing  his  own  death  that  the  thought  no  longer  fazes  him,  even  brings  a  sick  sense  of  relief  —–  but  the  entity  has  other  plans,  and  with  each  sacrifice  comes  the  moment  when  his  eyes  open  and  his  lungs  once  more  gasp  for  breath,  limbs  coated  in  a  thin  veneer  of  sweet  as  he  awakens  by  the  campfire. 

       does  anyone  even  miss  him?  does  anyone  even  know  he’s  gone?  even  Natalie,  sweet  Natalie,  would  inevitably  forget  her  older  brother  and  move  on  with  her  life,  fill  the  resulting  hole  with  someone  more  deserving  of  her  attention.  

       and  when  the  entity  finally  realizes  that  the  hope  it  feeds  on,  little  by  little,  had  left  his  heart  long  ago,  he  wonders  if  the  others  trapped  in  this  nightmarish  realm  would  remember  him,  or  simply  move  on  as  well.  

     he’s  silent  as  he  allows  himself  a  few  final  breaths,  his  slim  frame  gradually  slouching  against  the  dusty  wooden  paneling  and  eventually  growing  still,  glossy  blue  eyes  left  to  eternally  stare  out  into  the  dark  mist.  

      i  don’t  believe  in  happy  endings.  

      and  i  certainly  don’t  deserve  one.  

[reclot]

♡ + meg / megkits !

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME. ; accepting !

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need / friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  / unrequited from your muses side /  friends with benefits  /awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  / toxic  and  destructive /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves /  dangerous to others  / unpredictable / passionate  /  rivals /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  / based of misunderstandings or lies /  other .

[ratdrag-blog]

@megkits | Ignored the signals !

              It was alternate outfit day, a red hat was turned backwards on Kenny’s head, the word scotch embedded on the front of the cap.                  In all honesty... Kenny HATED this hat. But it was better than wearing his parka since that thing desperately needed a wash.                             There was not much else to note from his outfit.   A tattered blue wrist band from before the fog took him into it’s grasps, a white tank top that was.... Not very white anymore.                 & some simple ripped blue jeans. 

           .... Oh also he absolutely wasn’t wearing shoes.                                  GREAT TIME TO LOSE MY SHOES. 

His socks sure are gonna feel like garbage later.                               Kenny plopped himself down at the bonfire on top of one of the logs. 

          “Y’know the least the dumb entity could do is give us somewhere to wash clothes.”

[viraldeath]

‘ you think running will help? ’

      it’s  been  an  exceptionally  long  and  arduous  trial,  with  two  fellow  survivors  gone  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  escape  doesn’t  seem  likely  –  not  with  the  nurse’s  telltale  shrieks  piercing  the  night  air,  and  not  with  the  injuries  they  can’t  tend  to,  lest  they  give  away  their  hiding  spot.  his  hands  are  shaking,  back  pressed  almost  painfully  against  the  brick  wall ;  if  nothing  else,  he  can  buy  her  enough  time  to  find  that  goddamn  hatch,  but-----

     you  think  running  will  help?  

     running  never  helps.  everything  catches  up  to  you  eventually.  

     ‘  no,  i  don’t.   but  i  don’t  think  we  have  another  option.  ’

    silent hill.   /   @megkits