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Independent and Private RP/Ask Sideblog for CLANCY JARVIS Follows back through CHURLISHLUNACY Crossover and AU Friendly. Selective. Private. MEANING MUTUALS ONLY. Written by BECKOWSKY Est 18th March 2017

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@thefinalgator​ asked (for Pete): sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

one word prompts – still accepting

    Pete wasn’t sure where, or even WHO, he was for a few moments. 

    The sharpest pain in his life had blossomed from his chest, only able to be momentarily aware of the knife entering his torso from behind before he was back on the floor. He had been trying to cut Clancy free from the binds around his wrists, the sound of someone shifting around behind him only cutting through the RINGING in his ears for a few moments. 

    He’d been hit on the head, the pain of that still THROBBING at the back and front of his skull as he tried to keep his current task in mind. He needed to get them OUT, he wasn’t free from his own just yet but with Clancy out it might double their chances on being able to fight back against WHOEVER the fuck was making the noises behind him. That train of thought had only served him so far into cutting into the first bit of those binds before all he could see was the dirty floor and BLOOD pooling around his chest. 

    He could hear Clancy’s pained yell, the woman’s laughter. He needed to do SOMETHING, or they BOTH would be dead. 

    He wasn’t sure where the energy had come from, or how he was able to, but Pete had managed to gather himself up from the floor. He didn’t THINK too much in the moment, just throwing himself against the woman standing before Clancy. He had disregarded the knife in her hand, that mistake making itself known INSTANTLY as the blade was stabbed repeatedly into his back and shoulders as he tumbled backwards into the back of the room. The pain was starting to fade into a BUZZ in the back of his head, losing feeling in his limbs as the woman had knocked him onto his back, knife into his neck as she dragged him off into the darkness and he knew no more.

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   A frantic holler of: “I will met you guys back there!”, and a silent plea that they have actually heard him, before he was making his way back to the OLD HOUSE itself. Even with a weapon still in hand, there was only so much it can to keep them at bay. And now that he didn’t necessarily have any of those two at his back (Let’s be real, none of them would have gotten far if they hadn’t STAYED TOGETHER), here’s hoping he will be able to avoid any other MOLDED in the meantime while making his way there...

   “... guys?”

   THE DOOR WAS AJAR... so... they must have gone on in there. Quick was he to assume through rattled nerves. Marguerite had... died, after all. Died just before he had been separated from the other two. Emitted that tormenting, gurgling noise that signified her very end-- before Clancy himself would find himself unfortunately lying upon a pile of debris on the first floor itself... and in another room that would only lead back to here. So, who else other than them by this stage, really?  

   WHEN NO REPLY CAME, he would call out to them once more. “Guys!” It was quiet, much too quiet... he swore the last thing he ever heard were Claire and Pete’s muffled voices back at the greenhouse itself... Not even the grotesque SLOSH of an arriving MOLDED, for that matter. Or heck, even a call from that woman, right then (He really didn’t mind getting one, right about now...). He had nearly jumped right out of his own skin, the moment that stupid lamp holder gave a subtle CREAK beside him, causing the cameraman to heave a deep sigh in an attempt to break this uncomfortable SILENCE... “God dammit, c’mon...” They couldn’t have gone on THAT far ahead of him, right?

   As he spared the hallway behind him one final glance, Clancy would turn back to the opened door itself... hand readjusting its sweaty grip upon his weapon-- before he finally headed right in... And the moment he had taken two steps into the DARKNESS itself.

   “Hello, big brother.”

   The door would slam itself shut.

@cerisetheai​ and @peevishanchor​

[thefinalgator]

[[ Thank God ]] 

SISTER  —  a  cherished  member  of  the  family  in  eveline’s  their  eyes  ,  yet  she’s  not  fully  metamorphosed  into  their  ideal  state.  nothing  that  a  little  ‘  home  cooking  ‘  wouldn’t  be  able  to  rectify.  there’s  a  suppressed  heave  lodged  in  the  rear  of  her  throat  as  the  scent  of  marguerite’s  reaches  her  nostrils  ,  PERPLEXED  as  to  how  clancy  is  managing  to  hold  down  the  contents  of  his  stomach.  she’d  usually  be  grateful  for  such  gracious  hospitality  ,  but  not  within  the  current  circumstances  —  ❪  these  people  are  insane  !  have  to  get  out  —  but  how  ?  ❫  a  few  seconds  pass  after  the  bedroom  door  closes  ,  before  there’s  a  MUTED  scraping  of  wood  upon  wood  as  she  attempts  to  drag  herself  over  towards  the  bed  bound  cameraman.  not  exactly  like  the  bindings  about  her  wrists  were  ensuring  a  simple  task  however  ,  cyan pools  occasionally  flickering  back  towards  the  door  for  any  indication  of  movement.  if  she  re-entered  ,  then  as  PUTRID  as  the  contents  of  the  casserole  pot  may  have  been  ,  it  would  be  the  final  meal  that  clancy  would  ever  have  the  opportunity  to  consume.  ❛  are  you  alright  ?  there  has  to  be  a  way  out  of  here  ,  we  need  to  find  it  before  she  comes  back.  ❜    ❪   thefinalgator.   ❫

   Our daughter reeeaaaally likes ya...

   HE DIDN’T THINK THAT THERE WOULD COME A TIME when food-- no matter how gross or completely INEDIBLE it so happened to be, would bring him to near tears. A twisted, expectant grin upon that SCREWBALL of a lady’s hideous features barely eliciting a satisfactory enough response from his restrained form. 

   GOD, she was leaning way too close in, with barely any space left behind him to even press back-- not that that itself would have been a wise choice. These people could SNAP at any given turn, it was most definitely wise to stay on their GOOD SIDE, even if it were to last for perhaps a few seconds -- God, just... why him? WHY HIM? -- Not that he was alone. For in an odd turn of events, would SHE sit off to the side from him. For some strange reason not being offered the same ‘HOSPITALITY’ to which he had been bestowed upon. Had she already eaten this crap? What was-- what was even going on?! His gaze would widen, as he watched her drag herself over to his side. Trying her hardest not to cause too much noise-- a feet in itself seeing as she was still pretty much tied to that damn thing.

   “I-I’m... I’m alright...” He would manage, as parched lips pursed in obvious agreement to the even more obvious that had just been stated of her. Easy, Clancy, easy... Thank fucking god she was right there with you. Two heads were after all better always than one. Especially one as composed as this lady’s. With a quick glance back down to that disgusting bowl before him, Clancy would simply offer a nod of his head. Giving another tug of his wrist that had still remained shackled to the table itself, before exhaling shakily, “Okay, okay... okay...” This thing didn’t exactly seem as secure as it first appeared.

[thefinalgator]

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   NUMEROUS FAILED ESCAPE ATTEMPTS and yet, here he still he was. A part of him nearly wondered whether he was already DEAD by this point, and that this was nothing more than his own little PURGATORY, with this insane family hunting him down for all eternity... After all that they’ve put him through? Here he was, still breathing, remarkably well, considering the circumstances. Stumbling his way through another part of this ridiculously big house-- fuck, this was ridiculous! How many GODDAMN HOURS had it been since he had made his first escape and commenced his search for an ESCAPE??? Again, Clancy wondered if he really had died, with there never being a way out for him.

   But, as he made his way down one hallway...

   HE COULDN’T BELIEVE IT... it wasn’t that psycho with the shovel, his wife, or-- any of those BLACK MOLDED MUCKS that have been crawling all over the place. It was almost SURREAL, really. Finding someone else around here. Someone SANE, someone normal. Someone else who was stuck in this hellhole like he was.

   “... h-hey... you alright, man???” He had knelt himself down beside him then. Keeping his voice down as he quickly spared a glance over his shoulder, before returning his attention to him, “... how long have you been here?” Surely not as long as he had? “How did you get away from them?”

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   HIS MIND HAD GONE BLANK-- and it would have taken him a good few seconds before he was able to process another thought in his head. Don’t. Say. Anything. Not when she was leaning THAT CLOSE in, with that farcical smile upon twisted features.... 

   No, wait. Scratch that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck... he can’t do that. She was WAITING. Waiting for a response from him, and SILENCE was most likely something that she was not going to appreciate from him. Or... with that blank gaze of hers, she could just stare for as long as she wanted, until he had actually uttered out at least one word to her. He had to appease her, somehow! He was NOT going to piss off this LADY OF THE HOUSE, as INSANE as she was as the rest of em- not while he was still being completely restrained.

   “T-This... looks... great!” An anxious smile upon his own lips, with a titter that was close to HYSTERICS following after. And somehow, he didn’t end right there, no... he couldn’t stop himself as another comment tumbled itself out like the worst mouth diarrhea ever, “H-Hey... did you... do something with your hair?”

[thefinalgator]

"How are you even able to move after losing so much blood? Who did this to you?"

   THE SMALLEST FORM OF SALVATION would be nothing more than goddamn LIE in the end, completely out of his reach. That was what he eventually came to believe, with the number of times that he wounded up being DRAGGED BACK IN, with his nails clawing away at the floor boards themselves, but to no avail.

   RAGGED BREATHING GHOSTING itself across the peeling wallpaper, as the FIRST THING that he decided to do then, was to reach his hands towards the stranger’s shoulders– He was real.Oh. Thank. Fucking. God. This guy in front of him was actually here to save him. But–  where were… where was the rest of the squad??? Please don’t tell him that he was the ONLY ONE they had sent down here! It was a bad idea– A really. Bad. IDEA!

   Clancy didn’t even think that he could have survived as long as he had. No, not without that… WEIRD FORMULA he had been able to find around the place. And yet… there was something more. Something even he himself didn’t yet have a clear answer for… Despite the number of FINGERS that have been lost, the most definite amount of BONES that have been BROKEN– it was happening again… ragged breathing wasn’t as ragged as it was just a few seconds before… The blood no longer oozing, only drying and crusting away as if it had been thrown onto him, more than anything.

   “… this… this place… it’s fucked…              they’re fucked… we… we gotta get oughta here, alright?!”

@teslagravity <333

[trcshymemes]

COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ …Bang… ❞

❝ This could be a trap. ❞

❝ This is strictly business. ❞

❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞

❝ Life is but a dream. ❞

❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞

❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞

❝ Don’t try anything. ❞

❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞

❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞

❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞

❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞

❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞

❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞

❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞

❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞

❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞

❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞

❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 

❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞

❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞

❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞

❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞

❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞

❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞

❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞

❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞

❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞

❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞

❝ Why are you still alive? ❞

❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞

❝ Time never stands still. ❞  

❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞

❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 

❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞

❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞

❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞

❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞

❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞

❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞

❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞

❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞

❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 

❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞

❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞

❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞

❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞

❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞

❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞

❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞

❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞

❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞

❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞

❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞

❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞

❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    

❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞

❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞

❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞

❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞

❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 

❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞

❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞

❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞

❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞

❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞

❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞

❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 

❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞

❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞

❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞

❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞

❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞

❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞

[susierpt]

3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

[thefinalgator]

   Hi beaus, BECKOWSKY here again! Hope you’re all doing well this day/night!

 Would you give this a LIKE AND/OR REBLOG if you are interested in interacting with a CLANCY JAVIS from RESIDENT EVIL 7? A ONCE mild-mannered and incredibly-composed cameraman (Because he has dealt with enough difficult bosses in the past to know that it’s wise never to talk back), who, like so many others, honestly deserved better. I still really hope to develop him further and would absolutely love to have more interactions on here!

  I love, love, LOVE CROSSOVERS and AUs (Like you have no idea), with a fandom list linked on the front page of each blog for your reference on what fandoms it is that I’m familiar with.

   And lastly, this is a SIDEBLOG, so all MUTUALS shall be followed back through @churlishlunacy​ (My Lucas Baker blog), so don’t get confused when that blog follows you instead!

[thefinalgator]

The Gators together please.

@andrestricklands @peevishanchor

[thefinalgator]

[[ @peevishanchor​ Continued from Here ]]

    He blinked rather groggily at the cameraman, or…former cameraman?     Maybe not. They’d be former something if they didn’t get the hell out     of there soon. Pete seemed a little slowed down, tired, though he was     pretty sure that was the head trauma and being chased around finally     settling in. He was trying to keep it together, he really was, but he felt     like he was two steps away from a panic attack since stepping foot     into the place.

    Oh, shit, what had they gotten themselves into? Andre…

    Pete’s attention seemed to come back once Clancy’s words sunk in,     the shorter man pivoting slightly in his crouched position to shoot     him a look.

    “Look,” he started, his volume only just above a whisper, “I may not     have trusted your camera work in the beginning, but as far as I’m     aware Sewer Gators is–is fuckin’ dead. I’m not a fucking heartless     bastard, believe it or not. I care about the both of us not dying in this     swamp. Let’s just get the hell out of here, alright?”

   FORMER ROLES WOULD LEAD TO NEW ONES. Not surprising, really, that he had been all too RELIEVED to have crossed paths with the other, once more. The sight of ANDRE’S own mutilated face still barely a foggy memory. He didn’t exactly known how much time had passed since then. Not when none of the damn clocks in this house were actually working, the gears of his own wristwatch long since busted, with the number of times he had been thrown around.

   Was this really the time to crack a SMILE, Clancy? Either way, one would helplessly make its way upon exhausted features as he had made that statement. Whether it was noticeable or not. Not that it mattered. Own form not necessarily crouching as much as Pete’s. Not with the SHOTGUN that was still held firmly within his bloodied grasp, then.

   “It’s good to see you too, man.” Not that he necessarily even had the chance to prove himself to the man, not when his FIRST GIG for the SEWER GATORS had turned out the way it did “God, here I was thinking that she-- that thing...” Whatever the fuck that had even been, “... had gotten you.”

[thefinalgator]

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

Another 100 Random RP Starters

Accepting!

   “Ah– SHIT!”

   AN EXHAUSTED MIND HAD REFUSED to catch up with that demand. It would be his buckling knees, however, that would allow him to duck an INCOMING CLAW- Hearing the sound of gunshots following after from behind, along with the aggravated snarls of the MOLDED that had initially attempted to slice his head off. 

   THE MOMENT THAT THING had crumbled to the ground beside him, releasing a few hisses and gargled screeches as it did… A loud gasp would would leave past chapped lips, as the cameraman scrambled back onto his feet. Fingers grasping– bloodied fingers scraping away at the stained floors and walls as he shakily supported himself back up, as wide eyes would then focused themselves upon his unexpected company and savior.

   “Oh god– Oh. Thank. God!               Are the SPECIAL FORCES here?                                           They sent you, didn’t they?!”

@teslagravity

[thefinalgator]

"Did you even bother to think about the consequences?"

Another 100 Random RP Starters

Accepting!

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about!            I don’t know what the hell is going on, just–                                    Oh god, just let me go, please!”

   HOPELESS BEGGING that would most certainly fall upon deaf ears, but he would scream them out at the top of his lungs, nonetheless. Body thrashing violently about as PANIC had long since sank in, the moment he felt those bindings around his wrist tighten all the more around already raw red wrists– the moment it felt like not only this man, but the entire room itself was closing in on him. 

   “PLEASE!”

@thejackbaker

[thefinalgator]

“I swear I will duct tape your hands together if you don’t leave that alone.” (peevishanchor)

Another 100 Random RP Starters

Accepting!

   HANDS HAVE RAISED QUICKLY in mock surrender then, as he took at least two steps away from that equipment. Equipment that he should be getting adjusted before they got started on filming. Not surprising really that he would still earn a major STINK EYE from this man despite his compliance. For as often as he had kept his mouth shut around this man (As Andre had lightly suggested he did), it still wasn’t enough to keep most of that temper at bay. 

   Eh, it could have been worse, he supposed. You gotta expect the worse from these types of jobs, really. From the shitty little ‘horror stories’ that he had heard back in college, from the even smaller jobs that he had applied for around that time (For the sake of experience and of course, savings). There was going to be that ONE GUY you would have to work for, eventually. If you could work with him, you know you were going to do just fine, from then on out.

   So just take a deep breath, and, let it go. It was times like these when Clancy was grateful that he was an EVEN-TEMPERED sort of guy. To a certain extent. The guy could have been cursing his ass off at him by this stage (Something that could still happen at any second), what with that look he’s still giving him. It made one wonder how long their previous cameraman had to deal with all of this.

   He would leave that stuff alone, just as the man wanted, until Andre decided to intervene.

@peevishanchor

[thefinalgator]

“I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry.”

Another 100 Random RP Starters

Accepting!

   “Wait– no, please, y-you can’t…”

   He was so close, God, HE KNEW HE WAS! So close to actually making it out of this hellhole alive. God knows how was it that he had awoken, still alive and well. Andre and Pete barely had a chance, the moment they all stepped into this place. A miracle in itself, or just an extension of his SUFFERING, with more to come. It had to mean something that he had actually made it this far. After all, he had survived the night, against those… THINGS, against that PSYCHOTIC FUCK of an old man (A term used quite loosely right then, considering what he had seen him be capable of… What the hell was that thing that had nearly snipped his head off? Some kinda modified CHAINSAW???). 

   Voice but a pitiful whimper then (For he feared that someone else would hear them, even as those DEAFENING RINGS from earlier would have already woken up the entire household. Even he had nearly jumped right out of his skin, considering the battered state that he was already in), as hands grasped shakily at the receiver of that grimy phone– The thing reeked of blood, despite how it would seem that had been nicely set back upon the housing itself. Clancy didn’t want to think why that was, so he tried telling himself at first– No, he already knew… It was clear that he wasn’t the first one that had tried escaping this place… Not the first person this lady had actually called to aid.

   “You can’t let me die down here…”

@shrillringing

[thefinalgator]

         “When I’m done,                          I’m gonna burn this fucking house down!”

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