#( verse — far cry 5 )

[ficsiwanttoreadyesterday]

I just can't today. I genuinely cannot understand girls or women who think it's okay to bully male cosplayers. And all because they're cosplaying from books. When I asked one of them why, it's because apparently men aren't allowed to as it's a predominantly female space. I'm sorry but when the fuck did reading become a female only thing. It's like saying girls can't cosplay as their favourite anime character or their favourite video game character because it's from predominantly male spaces. I'm sorry, but please explain to me how that doesn't just make you a bully.

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[general-kalani]

Apparently my brain wants to write more Paul but just being a parent and such ;-;

[therelignedstars]

@redjaybird

"Too bad"

"Excuse me. I'm going to find it, and I'm going to disassemble it piece by piece. Best of luck trying to stop me."

[princetorn]

ooc . New verses? New verses.

⋆ verse — stardew valley : i didn’t get the gene that my grandfather had in spades

It’s picturesque in the valley, but life is quiet and Royce dreams of city lights and stardom. Until his big break comes, he tinkers with cars and farm machinery. If something has a motor, you can trust him to fix and improve it.

⋆ verse — far cry 5 : i can get away with anything

Really, he shouldn’t have been there when everything went to hell. Royce was meant for baseball celebrity, but an ATV crash broke his arm and killed his opportunity for scholarship. Instead, he keeps busy as a mechanic, and races along the mountain roads every chance he gets. When the cult rises to power, he falls on the side of the resistance. Royce is the just about the best getaway driver you could hope for.

[madeofthreads]

@enokvirkow

Three days had already passed.

Three days, and Millie still felt she knew nothing about what was happening in Hope County. The locals all seemed to have a similar goal — prepping. Doomsday level preparations at that. They were paranoid, like the end of days was upon their doorsteps.

Of course there were a few more rational seeming minds around. But even those all had a similar message: to keep on driving.

'Where ya heading darlin'?'

'Ya better head on out now, sure ya got somewhere to be.'

'Ain't no vacancies around these parts ma'am.'

It was like driving into a twilight zone. The ones who seemed nicest wanted to move her along as fast as they could. The ones who seemed mean as fuck were completely avoided, the brazen level of men and women packing fully automated weapons in the streets was almost too much to believe.

But there was a reason she had come to town. And even if she passed every red flag on her journey here, she wasn't turning back now. She couldn't.

Then she saw a young man. He seemed uncertain, disheveled, and yet he was the only other in the parking lot of Aubrey's Diner. Someone had answered her handwritten ad seeking a local guide — she arranged the meeting spot, expecting they would be able to talk over coffee. But the place seemed completely abandoned making the meeting a little awkward.

"Hello." Millie was the first to speak. It seemed she needed to break the tension. "Are you here to answer my ad? I'm waiting for someone, we spoke on the phone briefly and he said he knew this area like the back of his hand."

[poisonpicked]

@notthedyingtype continued from here (because legacy post not letting my trim)

Her lips press together in a small frown, letting the topic linger for a moment longer before dropping it entirely — letting it wash away down the stream. She’s still going to worry about him though. He seemed stressed, more so than usual, about this interrogation. Had something happened? Grace could understand him not wanting to talk about it if that was the case. “Okay.” She says quietly, accepting that he needed time and space for everything. She would be here when he was ready, getting to her feet to begin picking up his discarded clothes, hopefully giving him one last thing to worry about for the night. “I did. Jacob’s men can’t use the Radar Station anymore &&. there were no casualties.” She managed with only minor injuries, mostly bruising from a fumbled takedown or two, nothing she wouldn’t heal from in a week or so. “We can talk when you're done, promise. Go, get clean.” Nearly does Grace ask him if he would like some company or not, crossing to him with a quick kiss against his cheek with one hand on his jaw. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” She offers with a soft smile before stepping away from him.

"good... yeah that'll help. those fuckin' radar stations are givin' him too much power in the region." he manages to undo his belt with trembling fingers, kicking off his mud-caked boots so he could drop his jeans the floor and step out of them, watching grace as she moved to pick up his clothing for him. he appreciated that, just like he appreciated everything she did for him. at least with the clothes already discarded in the washer or, at the very least, the hamper or even the trash, he wouldn't have to deal with them — or, more accurately, deal with blood splattered on them. that eased some of his stress for the time being.

down to just his boxers, he intended to head straight towards the bathroom to shower, but her stopping to kiss his cheek makes him pause in his tracks. there's a moment of silence as he hesitates, before he finally asks, "can you come with me? i don't..." he doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts right now. "you don't gotta get in the shower with me if you don't want, but at least sit in there with me?"

[brianbradley]

SHORT DESCRIPTIONS OF THE VERSES AVAILABLE.

RESIDENT EVIL.ㅤㅤA member of the Racoon City Police Department that was tasked to infiltrate Umbrella Corporation. The mission went horribly awry, resulting in death and betrayal. SILENT HILL.ㅤㅤBased on Silent Hill 2, Bradley is trapped in the town of Silent Hill, where he chases ghosts and faces demonic caricatures of enemies and loved ones alike that represent the anger, the guilt, and the grief he harbors. MARVEL.ㅤㅤBased on the X-Men, Bradley's a detective whose life is destroyed after infiltrating Nileㅤ—ㅤa subsidiary of Weapon X. Vis-à-vis Wade Wilson, the healing factor that Bradley's sister, a mutant, was born with was grafted onto Bradley's genes as an act of cruelty by Nile. RED DEAD REDEMPTION.ㅤㅤA detective, affiliated with the Pinkertons, who either works with the O'Driscoll Boys and betrays both the O'Driscolls and the Pinkertons for the Van der Linde gang, or is ordered by the Pinkertons to infiltrate the Van der Linde gang but double-crosses the Pinkertons.

[sirenaceae]

@carminaxrye​ | X​

“Hi there. I don’t often bump into too many people out here.” The greeting was rather innocent. Faith looked like a middle-aged woman without any frills, her face had fine wrinkles and her features looked softer from natural skin laxity. The clothes she wore were practical, layers that protected from the bone-deep chill of the dawn. She was covered from her neck to her toes in fabrics and she carried a basket of foraged wild berries, chamomile and mushrooms over one arm.

A shotgun hung from her other. “I didn’t catch your name?”

[mslangermann-a]

Miriam : “Are you still having nightmares? Flashbacks?”

marvel's jessica jones sentence starters / accepting

“I don’t know if they’ll ever stop,” Lynn said, the admission threatening to catch in her throat and choke her. Each night the red wolf visits her, his voice curling against the edge of her skull. Digging, digging until it grows fangs and latches on, refusing to let go. Weeks had passed since her ‘deconditioning’ and still she couldn’t shake the feeling this all felt temporary. 

“... And no matter what I tell myself - knowing it wasn’t really me - I don’t know… if I can forgive what I did.” Absent-mindedly she rubbed her hands as if to wash away the unseen blood that stained her skin, averting her eyes from @destineden.

[muutosarchive]

they die for love, you kill for it. ❜ - for judith

YOUTHFUL FEATURES scrunch familiarly as she regards the deputy. the confusion true as she is solid, &. laced with a soft smile. one that grows, almost as if not phased by the seriousness of the accusation. as though it were ridiculous. soft flutter to her voice akin to humor or amusement, even with her brows &. eyes still narrowed in the face of their resistance.

"i don't kill people." she shakes her head. "it's you who speaks in violence, is it not?" she states it, shaking her head -- perhaps in a display of pity. the captive alive, even now, when responsible for the death of her brothers. her sister, before her.

mary-jane clad feet carry her closer, with her hands clasped before her. leaning forth. "why, -- you're alive, aren't you?" her eyes crease a bit more with a soft smile. "i don't want to hurt you." she shakes her head. "the father -- he chose to spare you! doesn't that mean something? he's trying to protect us!" from the end of the world. is that why he coerced those opposed with violence, to join their religion? because he wanted to save them? deliver them to eden's gate? "he thinks you deserve this chance to be saved. even after all the harm you've caused him."

🍒 @markedwrath 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ↪ darker vibes

[therelignedstars]

@kaiju-crimson-storyandask

"Yeah, probably. I fly better in helicopters than planes.."

[felinoir]

tag drop 3.

[poisonpicked]

@notthedyingtype said: ❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜ - Grace @ John

not too long ago, he would've laughed at her and used this as an opportunity to further insult her, but now, looking at her — splattered with blood and soaked from the rain, looking downright pathetic — he finds himself opening the door to his ranch further, gently reaching out for her to guide her inside. "what happened?"