HORROR OC — WRITTEN BY LANI — NSFW & 21+ ONLY.

beraiah saad. the runt of the litter. the leader of the pack. a step by step instruction on how to kill the soul.

— sideblog to @shellcrack !!

WHAT SOFT ROMANCE CLICHÉ ARE YOU?

love at first sight

let's be real, only children believe in "love at first sight." but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet "the one." and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. infatuation at first sight is more accurate. you are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. nothing is there but you and them. and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. you love love, don't deny it. flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. because of this you are loved by many. hopefully you know it too: you are loved.

tagged by: @hellweep 

tagging: steal it, commit a crime

GOD'S NOT WATCHING. DO WHAT YOU MUST.

multi-muse blog. written for far cry 5. nsfw. 21+ only. heavily triggering content. themes of familial horror, american gothic, guilt, indoctrination, cult & religious trauma. original and canon characters.

resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this…for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you…but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second… ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn…i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened…i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ ❝ this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. ❞ ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork…doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question…have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞

Ber : “You can barely get through this without crying, so that’s a no.”

I'm always feral for them // @destineden

Faith shakes her head, stubbornness and pride refusing to back down. Her eyes have been red and puffy since the day before when word had come that the oldest of their little family had been killed. If Jacob could be defeated, what chance did she have? What chance did any of them have? The doubt in her mind harshly conflicted with her desire to continue to follow and believe Joseph.

"I can do it, I want to come," she responds. Her word is law in the Henbane, and held with great respect in the other areas of Hope County. It's carried out without question. There's no demand in her tone here. Not with him. It's a plead. For help, for safety, for distractions.

"Let me help."

Joseph : ❛ We must not rule with cruelty and callousness. ❜

tumblr enacts a hate crime // @destineden

"Family" meetings always end up with Joseph lecturing or preaching at some point. Updates are given, and occasionally, there's money passed between them to whoever can predict when the preaching starts.

Jacob is the one with the heaviest pocket of change today, and while Faith stands, all elegance and attentiveness, she can't help but glance over to John when Joseph's back is turned. It only takes a second of eye contact with him to pass along the look.

This lecture is for you

Miriam : i never pretended to be somebody else.

Tumblr hid this from me for three months what // @destineden

"That's what I like about you~" Faith's voice calls, softly carried on the wind like she's responding from miles away and not from the flower field directly in front of Miriam.

There's nothing but teeth in her voice. Eyes soft and barely framed by laugh and smile lines. A face that exudes love and acceptance, with a gaze that promises that love with a knife pressed against a throat. For not being a blood relative, Faith occasionally bears similarities to her brothers.

"You're so unapologetically you," she continues, stepping forward without disrupting the bliss flowers even a little, "every flaw, every crack, every hypocrisy is all you."

Made some things today ☀️

My school is finally slowing down

Is that...is that muse I see on the horizon

... y'know, nya ✨

Miriam Baxter for all the lovers in the crowd. (mutuals may reblog!)

Every so often I look at my small hoard of FC5 merch and go ‘how much money are u worth if I sell you all’ 

The ungodly amount of nsfw bot accounts following me, get away

Are you hurt?

His voice breaks through the pounding of her head and heart. She knows she won’t be able to tell just yet, it could be hours until the adrenaline wears off enough to feel the cuts and bruises dealt by the deputy’s fists. It will be much longer until this moment frees itself from the replay in her head.

She looks up to him, her eyes scanning him for his own injuries, but it’s always been difficult to tell which blood on Ber is his own and which is anyone else’s. He was so fast, so immediately in responding to her calls for him. Her mind shows the image of him barreling into her point of view, clearing it until it was only the crimson stained flowers she had to look at. 

“Are you?” 

She doesn’t move aside from turning her head upwards to look at him, muscles still tensed from expecting her end to finally catch up to her. 

She’s always heard people say that time slows at dangerous times. Perhaps she should’ve expected flashes of her life, a transparent and disappointing film reel flickering over and over as the deputy pressed the still warm metal of a pistol against her head.

Faith saw no images, no sad reminders of where she’d come from or how she’d gotten here.

But she did see him.

Beraiah, all teeth and bloodlust as his body seemed to catapult into the one in front of her, the both of them tumbling to the side as they painted her serene space in violence. 

As soon as they’d left her gaze completely, it was like time started to argue with itself on whether it wanted to return from it’s leisurely passing or not. Faith became distinctly aware of her pulse as it pounded in her ears, of her dress, torn and caked in blood and mud as it had never been before, and of the two tussling to her left as Beraiah did exactly as her tone had asked him to.

insp/cont from X

@propheresy

LOVE YOUR OCS!!! YOU DID GREAT ON THEM!! EVEN IF THEYRE OVERPOWERED!! EVEN IF THEYRE EDGY!! EVEN IF THEYRE CLICHE!! YOU PUT SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT INTO THEM AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM AND LOVE YOURSELF FOR MAKING THEM!!! 

Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash

joseph : ❛ she's dancing in the sky. ❜

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀 // Accepting

People going missing in Hope County were starting to become less and less of a surprise. Fewer people turned their heads when they heard the news, and even fewer bothered to ask about it.

And you certainly did not ask Joseph Seed to his face where they'd gone.

Lana had seemed nice enough when Rachel had met her. Big, doe eyes and a smile that made it look like her jaw was tensed and ready to bite anytime she'd seen it. No one else in the project seemed confused when Faith disappeared. People moved on with their lives. Rachel was offered shrugs when she tried asking herself. Maybe it was time to ask someone else.

miriam : ❛ you better pray that they never find you. ❜

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀 // Accepting

Green eyes - Rachel's eyes, turned from the window where they'd been anxiously searching the treeline to the deputy behind her. The cabin they'd taken shelter in had been unused for years, the layer of dust a comfort.

Maybe the project didn't know it existed. She certainly hadn't. Maybe they'd gotten lucky.

Rachel reaches behind her for the blanket that's fallen from her shoulders and pulls it snuggly around herself.

"Do you...think we'll be safe here?"