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THERE IS A STARVED DOG IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT – independent , mutually exclusive && private interpretation of an original character named wesley. wes is based in an original universe that is easy to meld with any fandom universes ! mun is elliott , 25 , he + they , EST. i am a yapper on the dash – if me commenting on your ooc posts bothers you please let me know ! – AND IT SCARES EVERYONE AWAY .
CARRD - PINTEREST - @lafayrie ( multi-muse )
@hemoth bites my little lip........ - PLEASE venture over and look at j. <3
since i'm feelin spicy ........ a starter call for wes too ! multi's must still specify .
wes knows literally nothing about pop culture, music, or anything like that. they weren't allowed to like things like that. weren't allowed to watch tv, or have hobbies outside of training. they were tools, not people. i think he's tried to explore music, some, since escaping. but he hasn't found anything that he's obsessed with yet. i love the idea of other people sharing their favorite shows/movies/music with him because he's never seen/heard it. i love the idea of him liking things specifically because his partner/friends like it and it reminds him of them. i love the idea of him finally finding his own niche, eventually, and really jamming out.
another hc bc my brain is LOUD this mornin': the facility, which i call that because that's what they called it when wes was there. really is nothing more than a large farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. the house is huge, with more bedrooms than bathrooms and a kitchen the size of tennessee. jk. i am thinking about the fact that the boys never cooked their own food. like, they weren't allowed in the kitchens at all. weren't allowed to fetch snacks if they were hungry, weren't allowed to eat without being given the food.
they were served three square meals a day & while they weren't required to eat it, they were punished if they didn't. when wes was thirteen he went on a bit of a hunger strike thinkin' that it would change how they were treated in terms of food & eating. it didn't change anything. instead, they starved him for several days & when he was finally allowed to eat again they fed him scraps. he broke, of course. apologizing profusely and begging for normal fuckin' food. he never took his three meals a day for granted again.
WES HC NUMBER 2 FOR THIS BLOG: wes is literally such a weird sleeper. because of his trauma, if he's not sleeping with someone else he's literally burrowed entirely under the covers && curled into a ball. he does not really care about having a pillow, but will use one occasionally. he HAS to have heavy blankets. has to feel them the entire time he's sleeping or he will wake in a panic. one of the big things they liked to do in the facility was jerk the blankets off of them 'n then dump hot water on them to get them out of bed if they weren't up in time for their liking. it was never like, boiling water or anything. but it was hot enough that it could sting. especially whilst it stuck to their nightclothes.
wes experienced it often, as he was a bit of a heavy sleeper in his teen years && would often sleep through the alarm system that rocked the whole house at 5:30 am. his love for sleep was quickly trampled, and now he barely sleeps more than a few hours at a time. especially now that he's workin' to expose the bad guys™️. he needs all the time he can get.
on the flip side, though, when he's sleeping w/ someone ? he curls around them as protectively as he can get. uses himself as a bit of a human shield in his sleep. he doesn't even really think about it 'till someone points it out.
gOOOD MORNING!! like this and ill come plot w you!
i am retiring from my laptop …. but pls feel free to add my discord if we’re mutuals and we can plot up a storm b4 i sleep!! u can catch me at witcherys just lmk who u are !!!
@devilscheck: i never should have trusted you
her words burn him, they set him alight and leave him smoldering. he hadn't wanted to betray her. sure, he'd warned her that he wasn't a good person. 'i warned you not to trust me' plays on the edge of his tongue, but he's not here to rub salt in the wound. he's here to… fuck, why is he here ? what's done is done. so why doesn't it feel final ? hands twist in front of him, tugging at the t-shirt he wears. he's uncomfortable, clearly.
❝ you shouldn't have, ❞ he agrees, finally. ❝ but you couldn't have known my true intentions. don't – god, this sounds like total bullshit but i mean it. don't blame yourself. ❞ he doesn't want to lose her , but knows that the likelihood of maintaining their… whatever they had going on, isn't… it just isn't likely after his betrayal. ❝ i am uh … fuck, i am sorry. okay ? ❞ she wouldn't understand why he did what he did. nor could he tell her. couldn't risk the story leaking to the media before he was ready – even though he trusted her, to some degree, to keep her mouth shut… he just couldn't risk it. his fellow soldiers had died. the mere thought of them steels him, reminds him of his true goal. the complications of life had distracted him, momentarily. but not now. not when their memory hangs in the balance.
❝ feel free to kick me in the balls, though – if it'd make you feel better. ❞ lips quirk upwards, hopeful that the olive branch he'd just extended was enough. but if it wasn't, he understood that too. what he'd done had been horrid – had stabbed her directly in the back. but… it hadn't been without good reason. she just… she couldn't know the reason, yet.
stares up at him. [ . . . ] hi :)
the height difference is almost comical. it isn't abnormal for him to be significantly taller than the person he's speaking with. wes is… above average, in that category. standing at just over six four, he's used to looking down. but this was different. the doe - eyed beauty in front of him is… well, she's fuckin' tiny. the girl couldn't be more than five two… maybe five three on a good day ? his curiosity brims – he'd have to ask, eventually. instead of allowing curiosity to kill the cat. he smiles at her. friendly, approachable. a warmth spreading through his chest at the way she looks at him. ❝ hi. ❞ he greets back, ❝ what's the weather like down there ? ❞
ULTION3M - an independent , mutually exclusive & private rp blog for an original character ( wesley ! ) written by elliott.
PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.
next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.
you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.
how long have you had that?
i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.
would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.
why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?
you didn't have to take that hit for me.
what are you hiding from me?
it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.
how long were you going to hide this from me?
at least let me look at it.
there. it looks much better.
this will help with the pain.
i'm forever in your debt.
i didn't have anywhere else to go.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
is that your blood?
i've patched up nastier wounds than this.
stop squirming! you're going to be fine!
this is bad. this is really bad.
i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.
we need to get you to a hospital.
how does it look? be honest.
keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.
it doesn't hurt that bad.
give me your hand. let me look at it.
who taught you how to patch a wound like that?
it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.
would you just let me help you? please?
you saved my life.
let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.
i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.
see? that wasn't so bad after all.
i've seen worse.
take two of these and drink some water.
ow! that really hurt!
i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.
you're gonna have to take your shirt off.
well... it could have been worse.
it looks worse than it really is, i swear.
roll up your sleeve a little, will you?
does that feel all right?
i didn't even realize i was bleeding.
you could have been killed out there!
give me a second to patch this up.
don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.
i'm not giving up on you just yet.
you still need some time to heal.
i'm right here. i won't leave your side.
thank you for taking care of me.
if you can still hear me, help is on the way!
just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.
how long have i been out?
let me check for a fever.
did you patch this up?
i've had worse injuries than this.
where did you learn to do that?
take some deep breaths for me.
look at me. you're going to be fine.
hold still! stop moving around so much!
i'll take care of you.
what the hell were you thinking?
where does it hurt?
i'm so used to doing this myself.
lift up your shirt a little so i can see.
lay back down. you're not healed up yet.
you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.
looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.
will you stay with me while i sleep?
no one's ever helped me like that before.
i would have died had it not been for you.
don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.
we have to be quick about this.
this could get bad.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )
don't say a word .
don't leave me here .
meet me at our spot tonight .
follow me and stay close .
don't beg , it's pathetic .
can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?
stop lying to me . tell me what you did .
put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .
get out of my sight .
stop pretending you know what's going on .
find a first-aid kit . quickly !
don't get yourself killed .
leave them to me , just go .
just admit that you love me .
just admit that you hate me .
come here , let me look at you .
( name ) , don't make me do this .
drop your ( weapon ) .
stay here and wait for my signal .
don't just sit there , move .
take this and run , don't let anyone have it .
pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .
don't look , you'll give us away .
don't say another word .
stop pretending like you care .
go make sure the coast is clear .
take this with you . it's a good luck charm .
don't tell anyone about this .
if anybody asks about today , lie .
stop looking at me like that .
tell me you love me .
just kiss me , already .
keep your eyes on the road .
stop crying and calm down .
come with me . there's so much we could do .
wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .
show me how you like to be touched .
hold my hand .
kiss me , make it look real .
look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?
will you marry me ?
just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?
take a deep breath , you need to calm down .
get out of here , ( name ) !
draw your weapon .
go rest . i'm not asking .
take a step back .
give me a straight answer .
be polite to our guests .
look me in the eye and say that again .
put your feelings aside for a moment .
keep close to me .
here , let me see that .
look up at the sky .
get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .
stand up , this isn't over yet .
close your eyes and count to ten .
smile for the camera !
keep your head down .
( name ) , let me past .
listen carefully to what i'm about to say .
don't just stare , come in .
stop laughing , this isn't funny .
take this and hide it .
don't make a sound .
put your hands up .
quit causing problems everywhere you go .
just admit that you don't know what you're doing .
stop right there , i mean it .
don't say that name aloud .
just trust me , okay ?
stop acting so childish .
call the police . now .
tell me you love me , even if it's not real .
take a good hard look .
stop the car , ( name ) .
don't make eye contact .
stay out of trouble .
just do it already , we've waited long enough .
hold me tight , and never let me go .
finish what you started .
tell me what you know .
just stay away from me .
turn around . slowly .
don't be scared .
put it down before somebody gets hurt .
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .
grab me my ( item ) , will you ?
don't make assumptions .
put this over it to stop the bleeding .
get to safety !
wipe that look off your face .
secure the area .
keep an eye on them .
look at yourself in the mirror .
run . run and don't stop .
eat . you haven't touched your food in days .
slides in here …. plot w wesley ? like this and ill message you !!! also if you prefer my discord is witcherys , which is available to mutuals !
wesley hc #1 for this blog : bro is lowkey scared of dogs ????? it's more of a discomfort thing though. he's just like ... i can be around them as long as they aren't paying attention to ME. which is so interesting to me !!!! i think a lot of it has to do with the fact that they were never around dogs unless they were training , so they were never allowed to bond with the dogs that they worked with. the dogs were weapons, tools. and they were vicious about it too. so i think he just only really has bad experience with dogs !!!
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )
you'll never get what you want .
we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .
nobody ever prepared me for this .
so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?
there's too much blood , i can't stop it .
this is over when i say it's over .
[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .
i never should have trusted you .
this is getting really out of hand , okay ?
i feel like we're not alone .
revenge is the best medicine !
put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .
maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?
run . run and don't stop .
i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .
you couldn't pay me to go down there .
the cops are on their way .
would you rather stay here and die ?!
there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .
you aren't going anywhere .
i'm putting you out of your misery .
i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .
you shouldn't have touched that .
we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?
why are you following me ?
there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .
i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?
don't move ... a fucking muscle .
fuck , the door is locked from the other side .
don't get ... dead , okay ?
that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .
did you really think it would be that easy ?
we've come too far , we can't turn around now .
put down the [ weapon ] . please .
come on , help me barricade the door .
[ name ] , is that ... blood ?
haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .
it was you ? YOU did this ?!
you are gonna fucking pay .
i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...
i want you to admit what you did .
hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .
do you think they're watching us right now ?
we're in this together . no one gets left behind .
let them go ... please , just let them go .
oh my god , what the hell was that ?!
you know i'm capable of this .
i had to ... i had no choice .
you don't have the guts .
this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .
what we're dealing with isn't even human .
you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .
stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .
i've done bad things to good people .
if they catch us , they will kill us .
why are you covered in blood ?
i can't ... i can't feel my -
[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .
what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .
there is an evil in you . i see it .
this shit only happens to people in horror movies .
forget about me , just save them .
what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?
you aren't supposed to be here .
please don't . i'm begging you .
are you scared ?
whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .
[ name ] , this isn't you .
well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!
get out of my house before i call the cops .
you're going to regret that .
there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .
if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .
he started watching the fires more closely after the first two. it was just too much to be a coincidence. he was obsessing, really. every little detail he could find — every little snippet of information found in the news — the fires were started by a person, that’s all the police seemed to know. even the cameras around the scene… well, they were worthless. the one camera had only caught a snippet of a person. whomever it was knew where the cameras were located — they were avoiding them. skillfully so. it frustrated him. usually he had no trouble finding those he wanted to find. but that was the problem, wasn’t it? he had no idea who he was looking for. he had hopes, of course. but there was no reason for him to believe that any of his fellow soldiers — his brothers, had survived the culling. his hope was a fragile thing, though. alight in his chest in a way he wishes it wasn’t. it would only crush him.
weeks pass, but wesley doesn’t stop. he follows the fires closely, watching for any signs of a mistake until … finally, he can’t take it anymore. he’s sure he knows who’s next — is almost certain, with the way that calculated way they seemed to happen. and so he takes a risk. this will be as close as he’s gotten to any of them since he escaped. the idea scares him — terrifies him, really. but he has to know. has to be sure. slinking around outside of a mansion that has cameras on almost every square inch of the property is terrifying. he’s sure that he remembers exactly where to step, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t worry.
he finds ash easily, actually. there were only so many blind spots and asher — well, he was nothing if not predictable. they’d been close, too close. trained together, bunked together. the boys had their own rooms at the facility, but they were allowed to move freely between them. towards the end, wes rarely slept in his own bed. it was safer together. or so they’d thought. the relief is squandered by the look on asher’s face — the pure malice as flames lick up his arms. wes wants to touch him — to feel him pressed against hind. to know that he’s real. he’s alive.
suddenly; an alarm sounds inside & wes knows they’ve been spotted. one of the guards must’ve changed their usual route, or something. fear licks up his throat, and his words are near - silent as he sputters out: ❝ fuck — just leave it, we gotta go ! ❞
@racointeur ( asher ! ): let me handle it , just go !
asher’s words are harsh, flames licking up his arms. wes had always believed that his brethren had been a flame, but… of course they weren’t allowed to know what each other’s affinities were. ❝ no . i'm not leaving you again. never again. ❞ wesley means every word. he'd ran, once. been a coward, once. this time ? he'd go down in flames before leaving asher behind again.
❝ if you go down ? we go down together. let me help. ❞
