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I personally really like the idea of the Shadows being kinda like Phillip's lil family. So...

On an op before 141, the fucker gets injured pulling a Shadow away from a rotting patch of wooden floor while sweeping an old church. He lands himself a fractured ankle, splinters quite literally up the ass, and bruising like a bitch after falling through the floor himself.

So nothing too bad.

He comes off the comes off the painkillers to a hoard of puppy-eyed men in various stages of uniform dress.

Blah blah blah fluff happens

His ass hurts. It shouldn't be his first thought but his ass hurts. The same way it did when he took a drunken tumble down a flight of stairs as a teenager and bruised half of his damn body. He knows that after that shitshow of a job [that they'd been paid an abysmally low amount for given the conditions] he had showered, changed into sweatpants, taken some good quality fucking painkillers and he conked out on the closest surface.

Which he now realises is the old ass couch they all collectively refuse to get rid of despite its various stains and the knife stuck in one of its legs. He blinks before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. There are at least five Shadows around him, maybe six. They might be multiplying.

Oz catches his eye and he looks far too amused for someone that still owes him ten dollars and a Costco hotdog, but he'll bring up that bet later.

"Feeling alright, commander?"

He stares back at the man with an unamused look, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was being watched like he was holding a bag of fries and he'd just stepped into pigeon territory.

"Fuck are you starin' for? Oz, if there's a dick on my face-"

"There isn't, couldn't take one of the kids into doing it. Just wondering if you're hungry because you took those painkillers on an empty stomach then passed out half-dead."

Damn right, none of the younger Shadows would draw a dick on his face. They were too scared to, Oz? Not so much but he was stuck with the shithead at this point.

"Could go something. Mind telling me why you've got a small army of Shadows present for this conversation?"

"Well, Petrillo was here to look at your ankle while you were too unconscious to notice. Garfield is here to try and talk you into buying Chick-fil-A with company money. And-"

"My name isn't Garfield-"

"You hate Mondays. Anyway, and the kids are here because they've never seen you land on your ass like that before and wanted to check how you're doing but they're too scared to ask for themselves."

That checks. He looks around at the three younger Shadows who have all now decided to stop staring at him and instead at the floor.

"Christ, I'm fine. If you can't take a fall like that then you can't do the fucking job. And I'll pay for the Chick-fil-A but I ain't going to get it, drag your lazy ass to do it."

Only then does he notice the fact that there's a bag of frozen peas under his ankle.

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Medical diagnosis incoming.

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No One Plays Alone updates Tuesdays/Thursdays

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Silly drawing inspired by this post:

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Me when I’m lying to congress but I’m also just a silly guy so it’s fine

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Billy sometimes will yell at Stu for being too touchy and clingy

Billy also gets mad when Stu doesn’t hug him at least once a day

The duality of man

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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A MW fantasy au where Price, once a respected captain of the guard, has to go on the run after being framed for a heinous crime, and the only person who actually believes he's innocent without a doubt is Graves (the commander of an enemy kingdom, maybe has some magic that makes him especially feared). While Price is stuck with someone he hates, his once good friend and (secret) lover are forced to hunt them down, but Laswell and Nikolai (Nik being an advisor or something from an allied kingdom) are delaying things as much as possible to give Price the chance to prove himself innocent. Nikolai comes up with the genius idea of posting wanted posters that don't fully look like Price or Graves. Just off enough that people won't recognize them immediately but Price and Graves still know it's them.

Graves, having not seen his reflection in weeks, "Do I look like that? Do I honestly look like that? John-"

Graves being some sort of necromancer, a powerful one, and his Shadows are the risen dead. But he was bound with a magical cuff (he was going to be sent off to an instute) that stops all magic, forcing him to rely on physical skills (which definitely hinders him in the beginning). Price is forced to hide in the shadows, not sure of who he can trust, and out of desperation he decides to go to an institute for those who had been illegally/forcefully altered by magic to find help. He finds three men who are willing (for the sake of getting out of the institute and hopefully being accepted back into society).

The first man is bound to his anger, catching on fire and manipulating flames around him. The angrier he gets the hotter he burns. He was intiatially imprisoned in a normal jail until they found he melted the bars.

The second man didn't have physical alterations or anything like fire manipulation, but he had abilities akin to a siren's. Deadly charming voice, could tell someone to kill themselves in the slowest, most painful way and they would. He also could breathe underwater but his seduction abilities overshadowed that.

The third and final man had been there the longest out of three. 'Soulkiller' some called him. He could consume souls for strength, control blood like a hydromancer could water. Bend iron and crack stone with his bare hands. He was dangerous.

But they all were, and with their help along with Graves, Price could potentially clear his name.

Edit: Graves actually being the one who put the boys in the institute

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I would like to reiterate my point of don’t be this guy

@sentisnail go be a dick somewhere else, okay? Thanks :)

Literally no one cares about ur opinion anyway

Let people like what they like and write what they write

Hey guys. Just a quick PSA

Don’t be like this guy

If you don’t like something, scroll. It’s honestly not that hard. You don’t need to try and make the author feel bad by saying that what they’re writing is wrong or gross. Or that you “can’t respect them.” Be a normal person and either block them or scroll. You control what you consume a lot of the time, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to consume it. No one is forcing it down your throat or prying your eyes open and forcing you to read it out loud.

Okay, im done. Thanks for bearing with me. I’ll try and get some writing done soon but with school I’m like, dying 🙏🏻

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Hey guys. Just a quick PSA

Don’t be like this guy

If you don’t like something, scroll. It’s honestly not that hard. You don’t need to try and make the author feel bad by saying that what they’re writing is wrong or gross. Or that you “can’t respect them.” Be a normal person and either block them or scroll. You control what you consume a lot of the time, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to consume it. No one is forcing it down your throat or prying your eyes open and forcing you to read it out loud.

Okay, im done. Thanks for bearing with me. I’ll try and get some writing done soon but with school I’m like, dying 🙏🏻

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Hanzo smiled his hands coming to cup the others cheeks, the cowboys facial hair tickling the palms of his hands.

Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?

This love was different than the one in movies or books.. It was pure and warm, Cassidy was his, and only his. Their love was real and that’s all Hanzo needed on bad days.

And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

“Darlin?”

“I.. My apologies. I got lost in my thoughts.”

“Somethin’ the matter?”

“No.. Not when you’re here.”

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior

The archers arms moved to wrap around the others shoulders as tightly as he could. Oh he was happy to be home..

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This is specially made for someone..

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Okay Chat requests are closed for a bit until I actually finally work through all the ones I have sitting in my inbox

I should, hopefully, get some tonight because I’ve finally had the motivation to write

My deepest apologies if you sent a request in and it’d taken me forever to work on it, I’m slow as fuck I can’t help it 😔

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My RE8 Lord DLC concept!

Firstly I wanna say sorry for taking so long for the people who saw my original post 😭 Ive been mostly procrastinating (so much so that my artstyle changed like 4 times LMFAO).

Here is the original post I made about this concept

So basically this is just an idea of how i'd make a DLC about the RE8 lords cuz lets be honest THEY DESERVED ONE. So in my concept, instead of playing as the lords, you'd play as one of the people in their lives (whether significant or insignificant) and experience the lords in a different perspective. Some are actual characters in the RE8 lore based off of the files, and some are just ocs i made

The Maid (The Dimitrescu Storyline)

The Gardener (The Beneviento Storyline)

The Experiment (The Moreau Storyline)

The Assistant (The Heisenberg Storyline)

I'm going to have to put Miranda's section in another post because it's way too long 😭

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ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ

Wesker comfort for shitty parents. Ones who favourite the other siblings over you.</3

"What is it this time?"

His tone was harsh, but the way his gloved hand wiped your tears showed you he cared.

"Just tired of being the odd one out."

"Are they really still pulling these same stupid moves?"

"Yes.. And yes it still gets to me, every time."

"I believe it is about time you go and speak to them about it. Or I will."

"They won't listen. They don't care."

"Then I will make them care, it's very simple."

Wesker’s hands came to smooth over your cheeks, the scent of leather filling your lungs.

“You have two choices. My dear, I believe it is time you move out. We’ll find you a nice place, or we go speak to them and I make sure they don’t treat you this way anymore.”

“But.. I don’t have the money for my own place.”

He shook his head, sliding his hand into yours, dragging you out of his office. You two searched for hours, until your eyes set on one place, in your eyes it felt like home. As he looked around the building, he saw a place he could see being with you.

“If they call, what do I say?”

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay. Thank you..”

“You’re welcome. You won’t have to deal with their abuse anymore.”

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I’ve never written Wesker before.. I hope this is okay. @bruhhhh-huhhhhh

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Average family trip🚗

This is me and my internal battle between metal and girlypop music.

Inside me there are two wolves-bla bla bla

Songs used:

Money Honey · Lady Gaga

Deathless · Revocation

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I like doing this too, but to random dps that humor my being a dumbass

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making her do her dps placements so i can duo with her and dmg boost her on mercy.

i’m doomed guys, i love playing mercy just to dmg boost her..

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solider 76 and cole cassidy are so hot holy fuck