#untodeath

[fifthimpact]

❛ NO. i've never dealt with anything like what happened in raccoon city before. i read the reports and its .... i've seen a lot of shit in my life. but nothing on that level before. you're lucky to even be alive right now. ❜

@untodeath ( jill valentine ) tiny natalia starter call

[sangelune]

i work better on my own. / @untodeath

   the  words  have  soap  stop  dead  in  his  tracks,  the  smile  he  once  held  faltering  and  completely  falling  from  his  face.  it  was  off  the  cuff  -  and  it  struck  him  a  little  harder  than  he'd  wanted  it  to.  it  was hard  to  go  outside  the  141  -  and  piers  just  hit  the  nail  right  on  the  head  as  to why.  it  was  also  why  he  appreciated his  squad  as  much  as  he  did.  his  brows  furrow.  damn.  they  had  to  separate  him  from  them.  didn't  everyone  know  by  now?  no  one  really likes  soap.  aside  from  price,  ghost  and  gaz.  the  exceptions  to  the  rule. 

  am  i  really  that  bad?  do  they  just  tolerate  me  too? 

   he  doesn't  want  to  think  about  it.  it  eats  at  his  insecurities  -  and  he  shouldn't  be  showing  that  off  to  just  anyone.  someone  new  shouldn't  be  able  to  pick  that  apart  that  easily.  then  again  -  insecurities  are  funny  like  that.  always  coming  up  at  the  most  inopportune  times. 

  chin  up,  yer  a  soldier  for  fucks  sake. 

   "tha'  bad  of  an  impression  already?  shite."  he  puts  his  hands  up  in  mock  surrender,  a  smile  settling  upon  his  lips  that  does  not  reach  his  eyes.  "if  ye  really  were  tha'  good  on  yer  own,  why'd  i  get  assigned  tae  ye  then?  wanna  explain  tha'  one,  mister  lone  wolf?"  he  lowers  his  hands  and  leans  himself  forward,  letting  his  lips  curve  into  a  self  assured  grin. 

   "thinkin'  ye  might  wanna  revisit  yer  superiors  if  ye  think  yer  tha'  good,  aye?  fer  now  -  this?  it's  an  us  op.  so  -  we're  workin'  together.  copy?"  he  tries  his  hardest  at  the  end  to  channel ghost,  standing  himself  up  and  wiping  the  grin  off  his  face,  slipping  his  thumbs  under  his  vest,  reaffixing  it. yeah.  tha's  better.  like  lt  does  it,  yeah?  yeah.

[redemn]

he’s  not  quite  leaned  up  against  the  tree  that  he  and  john  are  sitting  under  ,      some  good  mile  or  two  out  from  camp  ,      but  he’s  next  to  john  regardless  ,      still  grinning  over  that  mental  image  he  has  of  the  big  gods  of  their  little  troupe  all  piling  on  john  for  one  of  the  smartest  things  arthur  think  he’s  ever  heard  him  say  .      it  definitely  seemed  the  same  for  everyone  else  .      the kid's  brave  ,      saying  it  to  dutch’s  face  like  that  ,      but  even  hosea  had  double-taken  and  gotten  up  at  that  .

❝        come  on  ,      marston  !        ❞        arthur  laughs  ,      when  the  kid  grumbles  a  fifth  time  at  his  calls  for  peace  .        ❝        it’s  the  gettin’  away  ‘at’s  the  easiest  part  !      what’re  they  gonna  do  ,      come  after  us  ?      they’re  too  busy  with  their  plannin’  they’re  gonna  be  nothin’  but  happy  we  ain’t  there  to  bother  ‘em  .        ❞

@untodeath  .      ❝  easy  for  you  to  say  .      i’m  the  one  getting  beat  up  .    ❞      from  John

❝        gotta  admit  ,      you  were  pretty  dumb  .        ❞        just  to  wedge  a  cherry  on  top  of  his  already  vexing  antics  ,      arthur  reaches  over  to  the  younger  boy  sitting  beside  him  and  ruffles  his  hair  .        ❝        what’d’ju  think  was  gonna  happen  speakin’  back  to  dutch  like  that  ?      and  in  front’a  miss  grimshaw  ?        ❞        he  laughs  ,      a  genuine  sound  that  devolves  into  a  little  fit  of  giggles  .      he’s  tickled  to  death  by  the  whole  thing  .      of  course  he’d  had  to  take  the  kid  out  of  there  before  one  of  them  really  did  toss  him  into  the  fire  .

he  leans  over  his  crossed  legs  ,      elbows  propped  on  his  knees  .        ❝        you  know  ,      i  weren’t  the  perfect  kid  either  .      i  made  my  fair  share’a  smartass  remarks  .      but  i  lived  .        ❞        he  sighs  ,      looking  out  into  the  plains  .        ❝        you’ll  live  too  .      unfortunately  for  me  .      i’m  the  one  gotta  put  up  with  you  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[bllakc4tmoved]

OBSERVANT EYES OF THE THIEF, : that glimmer within dangerous ━━━━ you had already broken in, &. knowing that cunning mind : 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ... sharp hearing, EVEN CALCULATED STEPS ARE CAUGHT BY THIS FELINE! smirk begins to form, mischief could leak from your midnight kissed lips! door slams open, someone has eyes on you cat! AS SHE CALCULATED! ❝ i bet they are not even reading half of these. ❞ she speaks out loud words, a sigh to match the act! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖 of her index fingers graces the covers, &. it is only after she had taken few steps along the bookshelf that she turns, ━━━━

@untodeath + leon : 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . + reverse

MISFORTUNE HAS CAPTURED HIS GAZE : &. her fur is not raised even when pointed with a gun, ━━━━ bad luck would intervene either way! ❝ ... what do you think? ❞ question spoken, AIMED AT HIM ... 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 that she knew of his presence long before those doors opened.

[sangelune]

   he  realizes  a  little  too  late  how  the  mask  makes  him  look,  how  he  suddenly  hesitates  when  he's  passed  by  by  a  few  of  the  targets.  this  bow  -  it  didn't  look  at  ghost  twice. 

   it  coils  in  his  gut  and  boils  in  his  veins. 

   he  doesn't  know  what  happens  next.  the  world  goes  by  in  a  blur.  it's  all  red.  red  tinted.  red  hot.  there  and  gone.  he's  only  coming  back  to  with  his  knife  gripped  in  hand,  and  blood  dripping  from  it.  from  his  body.  viscera  on  the  ground.  a  corpse,  laying  there  -  the  fate  of  one  who  would  disregard  the  threat  he  poses.  his  hand  moves  up,  shaking,  to  wipe  the  gore  from  the  mask,  though  smearing  it  over  it. 

   he's  still  shaking.  it  takes  moments  before  the  mask  is  fully  torn  from  his  face  and  the  human  beneath  gasps  for  air  -  as  if  surfacing  from drowning.  but  he  finds  none  of  it.  nothing  to  aleviate  the  way  he  feels  so  choked  up  and caged.  like  an animal. 

   he  did  just  act  like  one,  didn't  he?  he  might  as  well  be  one.  no  different.  operating  on  rage.  instinct.  he  can't  tell  -  is  he dead  or alive?  it  hits  like  a  wave,  and  he  teeters  on  his  feet,  before  nearly  collapsing,  reaching  out  for  the  nearest  point  of  security  - 

   to  find  said  nearest  point  is  another  body.  another  living  body.  not  a  threat.  yet  still  -  it's  almost  worse  than  falling  onto  an  enemy.  to  be  baren,  without  the  mask,  so  tired  and  weak  from  the  fighting,  from  his  own  overbearing ghost.  he  might  just  rather  they  slit  his  throat  and  leave  him  there  for  dead. you  deserve  that,  don't  you  simon? 

   he  opens  his  mouth  to  say  something  -  anything  -  but  the  only  thing  that  comes  out  is  a  half  assed grunt.  useless  pathetic  thing,  isn't  he?

@untodeath

[redemn]

y'got it? 🤠

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤnope . 🤠

[mercymedic]

'Snowmen are over. It's time for snow dinosaurs.' from genji @ untodeath

winter | @untodeath

"ah—?" there's a subtle offense that makes angela turn to look at him. a gloved hand is still curved tenderly against the head of her own flawlessly sculpted snowman; she's quite fond of him, she's even given him her scarf.

but from an engineering perspective, the concept is interesting. she's also certain that her way of making a snow dinosaur would be completely different than how genji would make one, though.

"well then, since you're such an expert - show me."

[palespawn]

but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me. / also dorian

oh, he had grand plans once they reached the city. the details were still being ironed out and dependent on the journey, but nothing and no one would stop him from achieving them. “ i was merely... pondering out loud, as you wizards are wont to do, ” he offers dorian a sideward glance at first, fingertips rising from the stem of his goblet to skirt beneath his chin. what minute intricacies differentiate those of the more magical inclination is neither here nor there. mage, wizard, sorcerer... synonyms, as far as he was concerned.

“ i suppose i could indulge you, but i fail to see what i get out of doing so, ” astarion, perched on his seat by the bar, finally rests his chin in his palm and leans on his elbow towards his companion. interest flickers in the red depths of his eyes as they consider dorian, noting the contrasting warmth and shadow cast over his handsome features by the low candlelight. “ any suggestions? ”

down the rabbit hole, prompts. @untodeath.