#screamformemore

[cursed-legacy]

@screamformemore​

fucking excuse me 

“You’re not excused, whore.”

[vigil4nted]

“Tae-Moo,” He asks softly, huddling against him near the eternal campfire, “What is it you see when you look at me?” Something to be pitied? Someone deserving of this? He could tell there was no strong feelings of hate otherwise Tae-Moo would never be so soft with him. That was just the sort of man he was. There was no emotional deception. But his thoughts….they were so hard to read they drove him insane. Tae-Moo drove him mad even now that he had him for his own. He lost himself entirely, falling from the entity’s grace over his own twisted, maddened feelings for him. Ji-Woon toys with Tae-Moo’s hand, running his fingers up and down his palm. “Do you…still look down on me?”

@screamformemore | taemoo kang

IT'S NOT WHAT he expected to hear - but then again, when was anything ever as expected with Ji-Woon ? From the very start all the way to this moment; every expectation ended up shattered in one way or another. The question levied to him leaves him to close his eyes and think.

" You are hard to describe. " He states it honestly, having no reason to lie or hide anything away. " I don't look down on you. " He lets out a soft sigh. " I don't think anyone who does knows what you've been through. What you did, what length you went to, I respect. " He opens his eyes, finally landing his gaze level with Ji-Woon's.

" I think the simplest way to put it is when I look at you, I see someone who has somehow managed to captivate me despite everything I thought myself to be. This was entirely unexpected - but I'll say I'm happy. You turned my world on its head, and it ended in a positive light. That's what I think, what I see. "

[bvd11975]

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She had been walking this evening alone, as per usual. Mapping out the new city she was conducting an investigation in when she noticed there was company distantly following. After a few blocks, the agent confirmed the individual was still keeping the same distance, same pace to not lose her.

Abruptly halting, Nestor turned on her heel and faced the stranger with a passive expression upon her freckled face. “Do you need assistance, sir?” Despite her polite tone there was transparency in her awareness of him and the suspicion she felt because of it.

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@screamformemore​ asked: bruh mikey just go stand in a corner somewhere and let jiwoon handle this one ok champ

why don’t you come walk into this knife multiple times instead?

[scurriilous]

@screamformemore // 𝐉𝐈-𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍

   Humans are such easy prey. So predictable. So transparent. So God damn self absorbed that they’d never notice when he slipped a powdered substance into their drink. Over the years Hidan learned more barflies would be caught with drugs than with alcohol. Alcohol was too stimulating, created too much of a scene. Drugs however were mind numbing, they’d slip his victims into a state of passive docility ; just swoop under their arm and wave a hand to the bartender that says: idiot drank too much, I got this.

   THIS IDIOT must have been popular. With an entourage by their side and security spying from behind shaded aviators, it was almost a struggle to keep the abduction discreet. But the Jashinist was too fast - too cunning - to have his plan be foiled by the likes of them. 

   A PLAN GIVEN TO HIM BY THE GODS. Lord Jashin needed a sacrifice and this pretty little runt was going to give him all the OFFERINGS their forsaken body could muster. 

   ❝ Wake up, bitch.❞ A boot to the ribcage outta do it, and if not, the fist Hidan tangles into their auburn hair to wrench their head back undoubtedly will. Enough time had passed for them to sober up from the spiking, and when they’d wake, they’d find themselves in the garage of some vacationing retiree’s home, hands bound behind their back and a metal collar around their neck. Industrial, not benign, with a large, steel chain attached to it, held like a leash by the towering Madman. Amethyst eyes, pearly whites, and little flashing red light leer down at them.

   A camcorder, recording, is shoved uncomfortably close to the boy’s face. ❝ You’re in luck. You’ve been chosen to star in this new movie I’m making. Why don’t you give the camera a BIG SMILE ? ❞

[alchemist-of-blight-a]

With Ji-Woon’s body carefully put on his examination table, Talbot now began the process of examining the internal organs that were mutated by the serum. Writing down and drawing the changes meticulously with the other measurements taken before the serum was administured. However he didn’t pull them out as much as put them back into their original places, replacing the destroyed organs with other transplants from other bodies he had stored away. Mostly from Ghostfaces killed by the Oni, bodies that had little injuries save for the head, those weren’t needed at this time.

Given his ‘success’ with the Legion amalgamation, Talbot found that the serum was a good bonding agent, repairing cut veins, bones, and muscular tissue; as well as seamlessly connecting skin together without scars. Using Ghostface’s body was not without purpose, after all, he had shown rather interesting mutations that were not as drastic as the others(such as Ji-Woon.) However this time, Talbot decided to see if grafting animal tissue would serve any merit, aside from being a good bonding agent, it was powerful to revive dead tissue.

It was a long arduous operation, Talbot was grateful he graduated from the London School of Medicine in his young, they were serving him well here.

At last, the body was finished; he injected minimal amounts of serum here and there, watching with fascination as everything weaved itself together and was living once again. But what good was having this finished without having the head to direct it? That proved to be little challenge, even if the original head was mostly destroyed, the brains were not. All he needed to do was to transplant that brain into a more, undamaged head of the Trickster. Again, easy to do acquire with the Fog being within a flux of time and space.

After acquiring the head, storing the body, and transplanting the brains into the ‘new’ one. Now came reanimating Ji-Woon altogether now, with a prick of another measured dose of pustula serum; he waited with anticipation.

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[dcvourhcpe]

@screamformemore​ asked

Soooooo how Wesker feel about AMAZING blowjobs 😏😏😏😏  

The look on his face is enough to show how revolting he finds it.

But the 50 minute sex-repulsed fueled rant drives the point home.

[cutethroate]

Cheek

@screamformemore // SIMPLE ACTIONS . 

suzie was fresh out of a particularly harsh trial: both in how much blood had to be shed, and how much the survivors put up a fight before finally going down. her body ached, and her head buzzed with thoughts, she needed the fresh air, wandering from realm to realm, taking in the empty stillness, the quiet. 🏃‍♀️  

today, she ended up in the auto-wrecker yard, back pressed against the rickety gas station counter, sat on the floor with her knees pulled close, face buried. that is, until she’s made aware of someone else’s presence via the unmistakable ‘ding!’ of the low battery door alarm. 🏃‍♀️  

she startles a little, looking up with watery eyes, eyes settling on the rather colorful person, wasn’t he another killer? the name dances on the tip of her tongue, but isn’t quite there. 🏃‍♀️  

she’s ready to get up, run the other way if need be, but instead he kneels in front of her and smiles, bright. then reaches out, brushing a thumb over her cheek, wiping away some tears. 🏃‍♀️

she stammers a little, clearly caught off guard, and a little embarrassed, faintly blushing, eventually she finds her words, “ i, uh... th-thank you? who are you? “ 🏃‍♀️