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[cryptidsdad]

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Given his habits, it came as no surprise that Robert was not a stranger to the whole ‘day-drinking’ thing. It seemed like, half the time, he did not stop drinking from the night before. It was not even the first time that he had someone to day drink with, either. “Suppose it would be more acceptable if we were drinking mimosa’s or somethin’.” Robert squinted behind his sunglasses as he glanced around before his attention turned back to Samuel, head tilting as if he was considering it. “That can be the next round, though.”

[fourrarri]

@sinsunkncwn​​​ : "maybe it’s about to get a whole lot weirder."

          💸 ║ ❛   —————  Interesting.  How  can  it  even  get  weirder  than  this.  One  night  you  have  a  few  shots  with  a  guy,  the  next  night  you’re  holding  each  other  at  GUNPOINT.  And  this  is  not  their  first  exchange  of  words.  In  fact,  Lance  has  seen  Samuel  quite  often,  he  knows  how  much  money  is  on  the  other’s  head.  But  this  time,  KILLING  is  not  the  easy  part.  Samuel  is  surely  not  an  idiot. He  seems  to  be  aware  of  his  own  worth,  never  directly  running  into  Lance’s  scope.  This  time  he’s  more  lucky,  but  the  other  seems  more  prepared.  So  Lance  just  chuckles,  still  holding  the  gun  up.

          ❝   Nah,  we  can  skip  that.  You  never  give  me  a  GOOD  CHANCE  to  kill  you.  So  let’s  make  a  deal.  You  up  for  that ?   ❞  

          Maybe  this  idea  isn’t  exactly  one  of  his  best  ideas.  But  this  cat  and  mouse  game  needs  to  stop.  And  Lance  really  wants  the  money  on  Samuel’s  head.

BUZZFEED  UNSOLVED  ||  not  accepting.

[untestxd]

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ɴᴏɴᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ʀᴘ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs 🔪 ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ

He didn’t know how far along the path of provocation he had travelled, diving tongue-first into the fray with the other man. But certainly, he had lost his footing along the way and tumbled down into waters far out of his depth. Eyes open wide at the sight of the weapon, hand palms present themselves in hasty defence.

“Hey, easy man. No need to get fuckin’ wild on me.   Put that shit away...and we can just... talk this out.”

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[cryptidsdad]

“Yeah, it looks really cute. That’s why I’m laughing.”

It seemed that the one thing that made Robert sociable and happy was talking about his dog. A small but bright smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he tried to contain his own laugh. The Boston Terrier at his feet seemed confused — Little nub tail wagging so much that her entire body wiggled with excitement. Betsy knew that she was the topic of the conversation, at least. 

“She looks like a gremlin.” Robert cooed the words as he crouched down beside his dog. Reaching out to adjust the hood of her outfit and ignoring the excited snuffles that came from her. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she responded to Gizmo or something.”

[phantomarchive]

multimuse specific ‘why aren’t we interacting yet’ symbol meme | @sinsunkncwn

🌴: I like one or more of your muses but I can’t come up with a muse I could play

jsadh That’s always kind of the trouble with SH, I think, there’s this one huge, connecting thread, but finding ways/reasons for them to connect can be so tough! I’m always down for some plotting, though! My main verse for Mary has her reborn as an extension of the town following the Rebirth ending, so she’s always present as part of S.ilent Hill itself.

But if there’s any muses in particular you’re interested in, feel free to let me know! It might take some work, but I bet we could make it work :]

[apostlc-a]

Oh yes, Miles is going to get some kisses alright. Mira ran over when he was laying down to lick all over his face, jumping around him with a few CHIPPER barks before finding INTEREST in her own tail.

kisses! | always accepting | @sinsunkncwn

     Yᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ just want to have a nice day?

     You ever just want to, huh, let's say, normal. As normal as can be, anyway; ignoring the static in your bones and the voices in your head and the way you hurt in a way no living thing should hurt, but some days, well, it's almost bearable. It's remarkable to what the human body and mind can grow accustomed to, so today it's... almost okay. Almost alright. As close to it as it can be, anyway. He's just curled down, not sleeping, but dozing (which is the closest thing he can do, comfortably, otherwise it's push and push and push until his body gives out under him), just dissociating, and then —

     And then there's a dog tongue all over him, and a fur ball standing on top of his chest. (Not for the first time he wonders how well Mira knows him and what's going on with him, because in all her maneuvers, never once does she stand on his wounds, but maybe that's just one of the perks of being a ghost town dog that's not afraid of the swarm inside him.) The sound he makes is undignified, something rather embarrassing if anyone hears (if Samuel did, he's never going to hear the end of it) before it turns into laughter, and he's just about to gently shove her off his face when she retreats herself.

     Alright, alright, he's going to sit up. And, very sincerely: "Thank you, Mira. Lovely seein' you, too."

[apostlc-a]

❛ so it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em a zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it? ❜

buzzfeed unsolved | accepting | @sinsunkncwn

     "Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ridiculous."

     He frowns, halting from where he's tapping away at his phone (from the speed, one can never tell if he's furiously typing with the anger of a thousand suns, or just playing a really stupid game, and both are similarly likely). Dark eyes settle on Samuel as if he had just said something incredibly stupid, and he could, of course, delve into deeper things here. He knows a thing or two he shouldn't know. (As if he had been there. But that's impossible, and stupid. A dream of a dream of a dream.)

     "Why would they give 'em ipads? Givin' away stuff an' knowledge for free isn't really an Apple brand. Try an' keep up. Must've been th' first instance o' linux tablets. Are linux tablets a thing? I never stopped t' think about it. But yeah, no way that capitalist hellscape's involved in anythin' as vast an' great as th' pyramids. They would've crumbled t' dust forever ago, too, if that were th' case. I jus' have t' look at an iphone an' it cracks."

     Well, maybe because he hosts a creature that likes to fuck up everything electric when it's annoyed, but that's not the point.

[apostlc-a]

He pinched the bridge of his nose before Samuel stepped towards him, brown eyes glaring. "I swear to God, you do that shit again, I'll personally kill ya with my bare hands..." Samuel's voice lowered until it was RUMBLING GROWL that practically came from his chest. "... Pretty boy." Then, he walked around Miles to leave the building,nearly fuming.

random asks | always accepting | @sinsunkncwn

     Hᴇ's ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ he's pushing his luck at the best of times. That's maybe not alright, but that's just how he is and it's quite unlikely much will change about that simple fact at this point in his life. Still, he didn't quite expect Samuel to throw half a fit over it, although he should have; he knows just how dramatic the other man gets. Equal to him, just in a different way. Less emotional, usually. Unless that emotion is anger like now, and he's ready to give him a piece of his mind on the matter as well, because it's not like he's a child that needs to be constantly watched and guarded. Even if he acts like it, he's one of the closest things to a living God by now (not just his ego talking) and he can take care just fine of his own.

     And then comes the voice drop, and that's just not fair. Not even coupled with the words he growls; especially not couple with the words he growls. Miles' own brain just seemed to come to a screeching halt and it takes him a couple seconds to regain himself; cursing low in Romanian before turning on his heel to go after the other. Oh no, that's playing dirty and he's not accepting that.