#Joey Hudson/oc

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The trio is complete! 💚♥️🩵

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Your Deputy is SOOOOOOOO adorable! I just love her to pieces. Sometimes I think she has the spirit of those cranky chihuahua(I'm not sure if that's the right description, but she's definitely got a lot of spunk. )I just wanted to say Gosh I love her !"

THANKS!!!!! I'm really glad you like her💛🥺

AND I HONESTLY COULDN'T IGNORE THIS COMPARISON

SO.......

She would have been Pratt's murderous pet I think

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Ship Moodboard + snippet | The Apostate and The Phoenix | [redacted] x Joey Hudson

“One moment, one choice that I thought would lead me to certain death... ended up leading me to you. Fate doesn't seem that outlandish.” “You believe that?” His hand came to rest next to hers on the railing, their fingers brushing, “As much as Calahan believes fire solves every problem if you get creative enough.” “That certain?” “And then some, Jo.”

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@onehornedbeast @kyber-infinitygems @g0dspeeed @simonxriley and anyone with something to share as WIP this week <3

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WIP Wednesday & Last Line/s

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Guess who finally got their documents working again! Anyway, WIPs and Last Lines for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. Specifically; a WIP for Jurassic World: Before The Storm and The True Sinners, and a Last Line for two Classroom Of The Elite fics and Silva's Hope and No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden. Kind of a lot, but I've missed this so much. You can find these below the cut:

Here's a WIP for Chapter 2 of Jurassic World: Before The Storm:

Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

Lisa had told me to put some summer clothes on; the sleeveless shirt and accompanying short skirt that she had paid for had been her initial suggestion. But I didn’t want to wear those. I didn’t want strangers to see how scrawny and soft I was. And the loose long-sleeve shirt, long baggy pants and my jumper were just too cozy, even if they were more for the colder months.

The uncomfortable temperature had me reconsider if this was a small lapse in judgement.

But no one was paying me much mind, so maybe the clothes helped. If that’s right, then maybe a little heat wouldn’t be so bad.

“Jackie,” Lisa gritted my nickname past her teeth, impatient towards my slow pace. I hadn’t realized that my baggage would be so heavy. I obliged her by picking up the pace.

Though I sped up in pace, Lisa was swifter, and the increasing amount of people clustering together made it more difficult to stay behind her lead.

Luckily the crowd started to dissipate.

I rushed to be by Lisa’s side, lugging my baggage with as much force as I could. The sun lifted an unwanted blanket of hot air over us, and I could not find it in my heart to appreciate the climate. In response to this uncomfortable pressure, I unzipped my jumper. I took a glance at Lisa and found her attention elsewhere.

Here's The True Sinners WIP, where Silva's planning murder while making coffee... but who can blame someone whose recently been kidnapped by the resident ginger soldier:

Jacob dragged Silva through the halls of the old veteran's center, his right hand gripped onto the hem of her dirty coat.

They reached what she assumed to be his office. Jacob opened the door and unceremoniously threw her forward inside. She caught herself from falling, twisting around to face her captor.

He shut the door behind him, the handle's lock clicked in a twist. Jacob crossed his arms as he regarded her, face thinned into a stoic mask.

Blue eyes raked over her disheveled body, specifically how she positioned herself; legs spread apart and slight bent, her left arm spread forward in preparation while her right arm remained closest to her hip, and her dull grey eyes glaring at him. Focused.

He sharply exhaled through his nose, almost like a whistling snort. He leaned against the wall next to the door, eyes on her. Silva didn't drop her guard, not even when he gestured over to a small table.

"Coffee," Jacob tells her. Silva remained in her stance, though confusion did etch across her face.

Jacob gestured once more to the small table. Silva hesitated, eyed Jacob's stature. She took a brief glance over to the table, not enough to lose Jacob in her peripheral though, and opted not to change her stance either, just in case.

She spotted a kettle and some paper cups, and what she assumed to be a jar of grounded coffee beans.

She swiftly placed her eyes back onto him, uncertainty and anticipation brewing within her. Jacob must have noticed, as he stated, "Get yourself a cup of coffee. And if you get one for me, I might be open to explaining your purpose here."

Her eyes narrowed, but refrained from speaking. Silva wasn't sure what his game was. She focused past him to the office door.

She silently exhaled, taking small steps toward the table, grey eyes always on Jacob in case he made any sudden moves.

Once she planted a gloved hand on the small tabletop, she gave one more glare towards him before reluctantly turning her back to him.

With an ear out for any inconspicuous movements Jacob could make, Silva quickly pressed a knuckle against the kettle. Finding it lukewarm, she flicked down the switch.

She dared another glance at Jacob while the kettle heated up, only to stiffen when their stares connected. A palish blue invading her dull grey. A contrast to the sharp grey of Father and the pale hazel of Paul.

He was a militar man. The green forest jacket with the Americana flag was enough to tip her off when they first met, but the ambush... the training grounds of the veteran center had all confirmed her suspicion.

She had been unprepared when she fought back during the raid, only managing to catch him off guard with an admittedly surprised hit, but nothing that could have incapacitated him with his support running at her.

But now they were alone... and once she heard the rising whistle, she twisted her fingers around the handle of her new weapon.

Here's four Last Lines, two each for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles.

The first Last Line is for a Classroom Of The Elite chapter in The UnTitled Stories (a collection of short fics). Ayanokoji and Horikita have lunch together:

"So," I had paused to swallow down the crumbed fish before I asked you, "The first step is to rehabilitate the failures?"

It hadn't been an unsound plan. In fact it was quite logical, which made sense, in hindsight.

"If you've grasped that, you can guess what I'm about to propose," you had told me, and you were correct. The implication was as easy to notice like a car speeding down a crossing.

My initial response was to decline. The word 'no' was on the tip of my mouth, but I refrained. I took a glance at you, and reconsidered my reply.

Knowing you thus far, you would never have allowed me to get as close as you'd already let me back then if I had rejected your proposal. You had made sound points and made your intentions clear. While I had no ambition to reach Class A, as it had not been my goal, you were a curious oddity that I wanted to learn more about. And helping you meant getting one step closer to the answer I sought.

So, I made the only acceptable answer.

"Okay, I'll help."

"I thought you'd say-," you had paused mid-sentence, my words being swiftly picked apart in your mind as you realized what I had said, "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious," I parroted your words back. I'd imagine the look of momentary shock should have been amusing, though I couldn't find much humor in the displace as my chopsticks picked up the rest of my crumbed fish.

The second Last Line/s is for a "What If?" Classroom Of The Elite scenario where Amasawa and Yagami went with Ayanokoji to the school. Anyway, have Class D's reaction to the trio:

As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

Ayanokoji only pointed toward Class 1-D's door in response. She turned her gaze toward it, the sliding door left ajar by the few students who left for break. She wasn't sure why...

She stopped her thoughts when she heard it; the rushing steps of someone fast approaching. It wasn't until a familiar magenta-haired fiend slid in front of the door way, cast her gradient dark-red eyes onto her target and propelled herself inside the classroom at such unnatural speed.

"Senpai~!" the twin-tailed girl cheered out as she threw herself at Ayanokoji, who (reluctantly) welcomed her with deflated open arms. The girl tackled Ayanokoji, the force causing both of them to crash to the floor. The ruckus caught the remainder of Class D's attention.

Before Horikita could process what she just witnessed, she heard another rush of footsteps towards the doorway, but this one slowed down to reveal the second of Ayanokoji's companions; a boy with brown hair and green eyes, softly panting and non-discreetly leaning against the frame to recover from the chase.

The third Last Line/s is for Silva's Hope, and Silva gets a short break and a new friend:

"Hey, Dep, so... you hungry?" Boshaw asked, fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand. Silva glanced at him, raising a brow, "I was gonna heat up the leftover pizza I had in my fridge, and since you're crashing the place, I'm just wondering if you want some."

He seemed anxious, giving her a forced smile as he awaited her answer. At the mention of food, the rumbling pain in her gut demanded she attend to its needs. Silva blew out a relenting exhale.

"Honestly Boshaw... I'd love some pizza," she told him, and she saw how his brown eyes lightened up; like how Elsa was given permission to do a dangerous stunt or Hurk given the go-ahead to blow a Peggie chopper out of the sky. Or given the thumbs up to set something ablaze.

With that reminder, she quickly added, "As long as it's not reheated with your flamethrower. Understood Boshaw?"

Boshaw blew out a playful huff as he stood up on the trailer's roof, "Nah, I learnt my lesson last time I did that. Gets too charred. Don't worry, I've got a microwave laying about inside. And ya can call me Sharky, Dep."

Silva chewed the inside of her cheek, but after some thinking, couldn't see the harm of calling him by his preferred name, "Alright Sharky... as long as you call me Silva. I'm doing a lot more than what's in a deputy's paycheck. Deal?"

She opened out a gloved hand for him to shake on, and it lightened her mood to see the wide cheerful grin as he took her hand, and managed to pull her up onto her two feet, "You've got a deal there, Silva."

The final Last Line/s is for No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden, and have a crumb of Hudson and Pratt content... as they chat waiting for a passed-out Coroner!Silva to wake up:

Watching how quietly [Silva] slept on as Pratt had loudly chugged down his coffee, Joey couldn't disagree with Pratt's comment, regardless of how ill-mannered the jest was.

She's almost like a corpse, she conceded, frowning at the soft breathes she could barely see part their coroner's lips, the egg-shaped timer ticking beside the dark-haired woman's head, within arm-length.

"Hudson, you need to relax. She's a grown woman, remember? She's made the decision to deal with her personal issues herself," Pratt yapped on, and shared a thought, "Not the best way to deal with any issue, true, but it really isn't up to us to interfere if it hasn't affected her job thus far. Besides, you've got to admit she's a bit fun when she's tipsy. Night-outs are never short of entertaining when she's around. Cheeky and funny, too."

Joey gave Pratt a deadpan look, and sighed, "I don't know Pratt. You ever wonder why she drinks though? It worries me. We're pretty much the only ones here she goes out of her way to talk to, with exception to Earl. And she's just cooped up in here, surrounded by... death."

She gestured around the morgue, to the units housing whatever bodies were brought in this week. Once again, she settled her gaze on the deep bags under Silva's eyes, a combined result of the coroner's known insomnia and the amount of effort in she puts to stretch herself thin in overworking herself. Joey huffed, a somberness in her voice, "It's so... isolating. She never shares anything outside her personal life either, and we're the closest people to friends that she's got. It's not normal."

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deputy squad my beloveds

bonus with my deps coloured reference below :]

and she still don't have name HELP

[detectivelokis]

A Raccoon City Meet Cute

Words: 2. 3 k Warnings: Mentions of zombies, gore, and violence. A/N: A commission for @euryalex <3

Of all the people in Raccoon City currently, Joey Hudson should be the least surprised to see Evie McDaniel sitting across from her in an abandoned subway station turned safe zone for U.B.C.S. members to ferry survivors out of the city. But she is shocked. And that is saying a lot given the things that she has seen in the past year. 

“I recognize Ms. Valentine,” a gruff, accented voice calls out to her, breaking her out of her thoughts, “but I am not sure I recognize you.”

Get your shit together.

Joey steps forward onto the subway car where her former friend sits, brown eyes staring up at her, wide-eyed and possibly just as confused as her own. “Hudson.” She sighs, pushing back the dark hair matted to her bloodied and sweat-slicked forehead before extending a hand out to shake. “Joey Hudson. I work for S.T.A.R.S”

The corner of the older man’s mouth quirks up as he clasps her hand, his grip firm and calloused yet oddly friendly. “You must be new. My name is Mikhail Victor, U.B.C.S. platoon leader.”

Joey may be new to Raccoon City, but she is no stranger when it comes to surviving a zombie attack. It feels surreal to even think about, but she will never be able to forget that night out in the woods of Montana.

 It was supposed to be a simple welfare check on a drifter that was camped out near the Whitetails National Park. What happened instead was beyond her comprehension. Danny’s screams as the person, no, the monster, tore into his flesh like her partner was the most delectable snack and the guttural moans and cries as the zombie chased her throughout the forest have haunted her dreams ever since.

“I guess you could say that,” she replies, trying to focus on the present and not let her mind drift back to the past, especially when a major part of it is sitting right in front of her, concern written all over her face. “I transferred out from Hope County a few months back.”

“Shit timing.”

Joey whips her head to the side, dark brown eyes boring into the shaggy haired man currently smirking smugly up at her as he loads, what appears to be, a military-grade weapon with ammo. Her mouth is barely opened to form a rebuttal when a soft voice calls out from the other side of the car; the sound rooting her right where she stands.

“Leave her alone, Oliveira. Can’t you see she’s had a rough night.” 

Shifting her focus, Joey sees Evie in the corner, smiling sheepishly at her as she holsters her gun. “Thanks.”

Joey doesn’t know what to think of her former friend working for Umbrella. What happened to their shared morals and values? Of course at this moment it doesn’t even matter given that their city is being overrun with a greater threat, but her mind has been working overtime trying to figure out how they ended up on opposing sides in the first place.

“We’ve all had a rough night,” Jill says as she leans on the pole next to her. “But it’ll be even longer if we don’t get the subway up and running soon.”

“Exactly,” the younger man says as he stands, making his way to where the women and his platoon leader are gathered. “That’s why I need you to start heading out to the subway office soon, Valentine.”

Jill nods before turning her focus onto Joey. “You feel like joining me, Hudson? For old times sake?”

Joey lets out a laugh in response. It’s an exhausted and rugged one, but a laugh nonetheless. “You know I’ve got your back.”

The two haven’t known each other as long as Joey knew Danny, and they certainly don’t have that special bond that the two had from moving up the ranks together, but she has enjoyed working and getting to know Jill now that she’s a member of S.T.A.R.S

“Do you mind a plus one?”

Both Joey and Jill turn their heads to the source of the voice. Making her way sheepishly towards the pair is Evie, a soft smile plastered to her face and an indescribable look in her eyes. 

“I could use an excuse to blow off some steam,” the blonde continues. “Besides, after that thing blew up my,” she pauses as Mikhail clears his throat, staring pointedly at her, “sorry, our plane, I’m of no use here.”

“You can say that again,” Carlos says, lightly teasing his friend.

Joey looks between the pair. Carlos with the goofy grin spreading up his cheeks and Evie, glaring playfully at her friend. A part of her can’t help but feel a little jealous, even if she knows deep down that her old friend doesn’t care for men in that way, but their repertoire still stings anyway.

“The gear still up on street level?,” Evie asks as she breezes past the S.T.A.R.S. members, her perfume, something woodsy and spicy, wafting through the air as she gets near.

Carlos nods, the grin on his face still ever-present. “Go kick some ass, ladies.”

Joey doesn’t miss the way both Jill and Evie almost simultaneously roll their eyes at the same time as they make their way onto the platform. She’s sure that says something about the type of friends she likes to surround herself with, but she doesn’t have the time nor the mental capacity to self-reflect on that at the current moment.

“Don’t worry about him,” Evie says as she starts to jog up the paved staircase. “Nothing will stop Carlos from flirting. Not even a little zombie outbreak.”

****

The trio quickly assemble their gear once they reach the upper level. Extra ammo and first aid kits stuffed into the hip pouches fastened to their belts and body armor secured to their torsos as they deliberately make their way towards the entrance to the subway station; Jill taking the lead.

“It looks clear,” she says after scanning the streets for a few moments. “The subway office should only be a few blocks away. If we’re lucky it’ll stay this quiet.”

“I highly doubt that,” Evie mutters under her breath as they start to make their way out into the open.

The air is thick with nerves and tension as the three women work their way across the street. Sirens blare and smoke billows from each direction. It’s a sensory overload and not at all helping keep them calm and focused. Or at least it isn’t for Joey. If anything it’s bringing back the haunting memories of that night where she watched Danny be devoured alive by that monster; that zombie.

Sensing her unease, Evie quickens her pace to flank Joey. “Hey,” she says softly, soft enough for only her to hear, as she keeps her brown eyes fixed ahead of her. “What’s going on?”

Her former friend sounds genuinely concerned, empathy lacing each word. It’s enough to make her heart soften. 

“Oh, you know,” she replies, laughing mirthlessly. “Just got pummeled out of a third story window by a hulking giant and had to dodge both him and these undead freaks before I could find safety. Just a normal night in Raccoon City.”

Her eyes quickly flicker to the side to see Evie staring back at her, a playful smile toying at her lips. “You got chased by that thing too? Carlos saved Valentine here from the same one.”

Jill doesn’t look back then, but she does nod in response. “The bastard seems to be going after members of S.T.A.R.S. He went after Vickers too.”

Her voice is tinged with anger and Joey can only surmise that Brad didn’t make it. She doesn’t question it, though. She may have liked the pilot, but keeping morale up as they make their way through a zombie-infested city to their destination is far more important.

The three keep steadily moving along the streets, guns aimed and at the ready should any immediate threat pop out to attack them. It’s only after a block of walking that something seems amiss; like they may have run into trouble.

It’s hot as they approach the sidewalk leading into the alleyway. Stifling hot. A garbage can had been lit on fire amidst the chaos and it clearly contained something flammable as it spread through the storefronts and out onto the grass. 

“How the fuck are we supposed to get past this?,” Evie exclaims, gesticulating wildly at the flames as she looks around the street for something to put the fire out with.

“It looks like there’s a fire hydrant over there!”

Joey makes her way over to a building currently engulfed in flames. She shields her mouth and nose, trying to keep herself from inhaling smoke and debris. “If we can find a way around to the other end of the alley I think we can stop this fire from spreading and taking out more casualties.”

Evie rushes over to her, coughing a little as she gets near. “It does sound like a good plan. But the alley is a tight squeeze. If there’s more than one of those things back there we would be trapped.”

She knows that Evie is right. The fire plus the small space would ultimately be a death trap. But she doesn’t get time to ruminate on other options as she hears Jill call out to the pair, her voice frantic and worried.

“Guys! I think we have a situation over here!”

They can hear the aforementioned “situation” before they reach her. A horde of zombies stuck behind the gates that separated two businesses from each other, rattling and pulling at the wires holding it up in an attempt to get away from the spreading flames.

“They’re like a pack of wild dogs,” Joey observes.

Jill nods as she aims her gun at them. “Yeah and we need to deal with them before we can go anywhere.”

There’s barely any time for Evie and Joey to do the same as the gate collapses around them. Their screeches fill the air as the living dead come barreling out; some crawling over ones on the ground in an attempt to get to their next meal. 

“Holy shit…,” Evie mutters under her breath.

Joey tries to aim but she doesn’t know where. There’s too many surrounding them and they’re outnumbered. 

Stay calm, Hudson.

She repeats those words in her head like a mantra as one particularly gnarly zombie ambles towards her. The thing is on fire, pieces of its flesh hanging haphazardly from its face, and seems hellbent on taking a chunk out of her.

“Not today, asshole.”

Taking aim, she fires directly at its head, the bullet piercing through thick skin. But it doesn’t collapse despite the obvious wound where it had been shot. 

“What the fuck?,” she cries out, backing up to put space between her and the zombie.

Joey hears bullets piercing the air as the guns ricochet off the undead around them, but she can only focus on this one. Lifting her gun, she shoots at one of its eyes, the fat squelching as it ruptures. Not wasting a single moment she does the same to the other one until it drops to the ground in front of her, burnt body seizing.

There’s a whoosh of air as Evie breezes past, bending down to bring a knife out of its holster. “You need to make sure they’re really dead. These fuckers don’t go down easy.”

Without warning, without even a thought, the blonde reaches out, hand fisting tightly into crisp hair to hold it still as she pushes the knife through its neck; practically severing the head from the spine. It’s ruthless and some might even say cruel, but Joey feels a warmth spread throughout her as she watches her former friend.

“What?,” she asks, a look of confusion in her brown eyes. “They’re already dead.”

Joey reaches out a hand to help Evie up, heart racing as their hands connect. “It’s - It’s not that.”

She doesn’t get a chance to explain as Jill’s voice drags them back to the fight; back to the present. Turning around she sees over half a dozen dead zombies loitering the street, not including the one that her and Evie just killed in a joint effort. 

“You two go check for a way to put this fire out while I lure them away,” Jill gestures at the three stragglers lumbering around on the street; their bullet-ridden bodies barely able to stand up anymore.

Joey nods in agreement as she tugs Evie to follow her down the street. If any one of them is capable of taking down a pack of zombies by themselves it would be Jill Valentine. 

“Well, that was fun.”

Evie grins at her, her face so full of life despite being covered in blood and scrapes. It makes Joey want nothing more than to survive this outbreak. So she can get to know this new version of her friend and so they can have girl’s nights with Jill that don’t involve blasting the heads off of the formerly living citizens of their city. And maybe? Maybe she wants something more to come out of their friendship too.

“Yeah. Yeah, it was,” Joey replies, a soft smile on her face. “But we have a lot more work to do.”

[gxmergurl]

I'm a filthy liar when I say "I'm gonna post [x] day"

Anyway here's a Taylor siblings, mainly Lucas, doodle dump

[ask-the-3rr0rs]

More stuff about my ocs

3ilie somehow always has mint candy on her

3llie has Curly hair but she straightens it

Jenny used to be a HUGE Korn fan until she was 17, she listens to them occasionally. She gave some of her CDs to Maddie.

Ronnie has a spice tolerance better than Jax and Marie combined

Jax is a big fan of VR horror games despite how scared he gets

If asked about her scars, Marie would make up the most absurd shit about them

Jenny didn't know how to tell Giulia that she had a crush on her so she just avoided her at any chance she could get. She is a Himbo in Female form

Joey is a Himbo because I said so

Zoe is married to Soda and chips, she also trash talks the most

Maddie collects bugs and studies them and sometimes takes them to her room without anybody knowing about it. She even makes little graves for them whenever they die

Luca has a crush on Velma from Scooby Doo (no, not the Mindy Kaling self insert one.)

All of my OCs are the equivalent of a chaotic DND party, no I will not take criticism

[general-kalani]

I wonder, how does everyone feel about Dep. Hadassah joining Eden’s Gate to save the last of their team? Anyone feel betrayed or anything?

{ Hudson } "Thought they were fucking crazy. Joining THEM?! After everything they've fucking done? Of course I feel betrayed. But we're gonna come back later with fucking. Armed forces or something because that shit was crazy."

{ Whitehorse } "I know they were doing it for the best outcome possible. But I can't help but feel betrayed as well. They're the enemy to join them it's like bein' a turncoat. Just hope they're treatin' her right."

"... Worried. The cult is fucking manipulative. Even without the Bliss I... I-I can still feel that influence, that maybe they were right and it would've been better to go with them. I... I'm conflicted for sure. I hope they're safe that's all. I hope Joseph hasn't wormed himself into their fucking mind like he has mine."

"Worried. That's my fuckin' cousin after all, anythin' happen to them I'm blamin' myself. And... Iunno, maybe Jacob too. Told Jacob t'take care'a my cousin and he does this instead. Fuck..."

"Dep did what? With those FUCKIN' PEGGIES?! Oh nah that's a rescue operation! Come on Carmina lets fly!"

"Well, I just gotta burn shit that ain't the Deputy now. Clearly they forced them to join their shit and they had no say! That ain't cool man!"

"I... I-I hope they're alright. Jacob's done so much to them already I can only imagine how Joseph works. The thoughts of whether they've been hurt already by that madman are terrifying to me. I can't... I don't want that to happen. I can't bear the thought."

"It was a good choice to keep their people alive. But there are those that will not see such an action as righteous. Instead, they'll see it as betrayal and the such. I worry for the Deputy however. That cult's done a lot worse. I've heard they haven't been injured since they joined the cult but it won't be easy to not be worried twenty-four-seven for them. Their survival will be in my prayers."

[direwombat]

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⛑ - Some tender first-aid + some sybjoey! thank you so much for sending this in!

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself, Syb,” Joey says, pulling a curved needle through Sybille’s skin to stitch up a bullet wound in her shoulder.

Sybille is sitting on one of the many mattresses in Jerome’s church while Joey kneels in front of her. A first aid kit rests beside them. She’d been rushed back to Falls End from the fertilizer plant after getting shot and promptly losing consciousness. She’d awoken on the way, bleeding in the back of Grace’s Jeep with her mouth fuzzy from trace amounts of Bliss. And while she had insisted she was fine, neither Grace nor Jess were eager to take their chances. 

“To be fair, this particular bullet wound is Peggie handiwork,” Sybille responds. “Besides, it looks worse than it actually is.”

Joey looks unconvinced. “Y’know, one of these days you’re gonna get shot and that won’t be the case.”

“Well, when that happens, I guess I won’t really have anything left to worry about,” she shrugs. It comes out breezy. Flippant. Her humor stands soundly on the gallows, fully aware of the noose around her neck. 

But Joey isn’t laughing. 

She pauses her sewing to give Sybille a concerned look. A frown tugs at her mouth and her brows knit together, wearing in worry lines she didn’t have the night of the arrest. “Syb…” she says with just the barest hints of exasperation. 

Guilt pangs in Sybille’s gut. Right. They’ve talked about this. The fatalistic jokes they used to indulge in hit a little too close to home now — especially considering just how many times she nearly died and Joey hadn’t been able to do anything to help. 

Sometimes she forgets that although Joey was a soldier, much like her, they aren’t quite fighting the same fight. She’s out in the field, leading the troops and taking fire while Joey is stuck in the med-tent after spending time as a POW. 

Their experiences in this war are very different. 

“Right,” she says. “Sorry.”

Joey shakes her head and resumes stitching her up. “It’s not your fault,” she says, but her mouth twists in a way that suggests she’s holding something back. 

“But?” Sybille prods.

“But nothing, it’s just —” Joey sighs. She looks up at her with massive, shimmering dark brown eyes. “You know I care about you, right? I worry about you. Every time you leave Falls End I wonder if it’s the last time I’ll see you again and —”

Sybille lifts a hand to cradle Joey’s cheek. “Hey,” she says gently. “I will always come back for you, okay?”

“You don’t—”

“Joey, listen to me,” she continues. “I have been tortured, shot, and blown up all before this shit started. There ain’t nothin' the cult can throw at me that I ain’t already lived through. We’ll get through this. John’s dead and I promise you, I will send every last one of that damn family to Hell.” She strokes her thumb over Joey’s cheek. “We’ll be okay,” she says softly. 

Joey’s eyes fall shut, her fingers wrapping around Sybille’s wrist. She nuzzles into her palm and nods. “We’ll be okay,” she repeats. “We’ll be okay.”

If they say it often enough, maybe someday they’ll start to believe it. But for now, they lie, if only because it’s sweeter and more palatable than the bitter truth they’re both agonizingly aware of.

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

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Hudson looked down at Dr. Cohen as he undid her bindings.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here." He replied not bothering to look up at her.

[the-silver-chronicles]

Memes of Far Cry The Inquisitor's Chime without much context

Poor Joseph, can't bring about an apocalypse that would kill who knows how many people.

In their defence your honour, Silva gaslighted them into it while Danny kind of encouraged it.

This is why you shouldn't be the wolf that everyone knows eats the sheep, kids.

Wow, who could have predicted, that having a reputation in a community as a "good, helpful Samaritan" with previous documentation of a "minor criminal record" as well as "evidence of reflection on behaviour and attitudes" while making "inspiring efforts to turn a new leaf" would come in handy?

The domino effect that happens when you switch one psychopath killing a child with another.

BONUS PREVIEW MEME OF ASSASSIN!SILVA'S AU:

[lumfandomsizer]

What if 2!!o_o

I liked this in the process, but I don't really like the result. But I'm lazy person, so here it issssss

Lucy trying to act cooooool

I REALLY hope that I have no mistakes in grammar or translation, and I also hope that this is not a complete cringe!!🥹🥹

Btw here the first what if

John seed is sooo bitch/j

[inafieldofdaisies]

Ship Moodboard | Evelyn McDaniel x Joey Hudson | commission for the wonderful @euryalex

"With love, always."

Second version with a slightly different coloring below because I always make variations <3

[asksammylawrence]

PINNED POST!!!

Good Evening!!

Hello, hello, hello, Tumblr! Yes! Once again, I have made yet ANOTHER roleplay blog! However, THIS TIME it's... A lot more serious because I know this character inside and out! Yes, this is an Ask blog for our favorite, albeit insane musical director, Samuel Lawrence!

Some quick notes!

This is MY personal AU! Taking place before the game, however, after both Henry and Susie quit/left the studio! This blog will HEAVILY feature my personal head canons! So please, please, PLEASEEE try and keep all negative comments to yourself! You know how the saying goes; "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!"

Main blog;

@sammysprivatecorner

AFFILIATED BLOGS:

OFFICIAL CHARACTERS IN GAME:

- @im-outa-here - Wally Franks

- @ask-thelyricist - Jack Fain

- @asknorman-polk - Norman Polk

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

- @yourfavouriteboyrider - Rider Hoffman

- @the-g0lden-boy - Alex Pikeman

- @unnoticedunawarestillhere - Hudson

- @art-by-stella - Stella Henderson

IF I MISSED ANYONE I APOLOGIZE!!!

A sort of Character Sheet for our boi Lawrence, and an OC of the blog, Alexander Pikeman

Full Name:

Samuel Jedidiah Lawrence Nickname/preferred name: Sammy

Sex:

Male

Gender:

Male

Height:

6foot 2inches

Sexuality:

Severely Closeted Bisexual

Type of AroAce (Ace & Demiromantic specifically)

Personality:

Usually very abrasive and introverted to an unhealthy degree, when forced to be outside out in pubic, Mr. Lawrence doesn't bother to hide how uncomfortable and not happy he is, and will shoot down any attempt at conversation made, unless it is his assistant Alexander / Alex!

Artist rendition of Sammy

My own Personal Cosplay of Sammy:

EXTRA / FUNFACTS!

Sammy has a black kitten as a pet. He and Alex found when Al took him out to lunch one day, and Alex named him Midnight, Middy for short

Sammy doodles sometimes, and has that like... TBH Autism creature type art, IDK How to describe it, I get some references for what I mean:

Both of these taken from Pintrest!!

(These are references and are legit ways Sammy will draw cats)

Besides cats, sheep are his favorite animals, just because they fuzzy and soft looking and he had a lot of sheep adjacent stuff as a child

If he had lived for that long, Sammy's favorite band would've been Oingo Boingo

Similarly, had he lived that long, or in an escape au, Sammy's favorite musical would be Cabaret!!

Sammy may like his coffee black and bitter, but he cannot STAND a bitter tea. He prefers his teas to be nice and sweet.

Sammy barely ever eats lunch, most his break is spent doing work, or, in this universe, answering the ask blog!!

Sammy wears gloves to hide the visible traces of ink infection on his body from consuming the ink, which, right now, are only on his hands, that being the tips of his fingers

Sammy is in a romantic relationship with the MOD's OC Alexander Pikeman

_____________________________________________________________

Full Name:

Alexander O'Connell Pikeman Nickname/Preferred name: Alex

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Height: 5foot 6inches

Sexuality: Gay Transgender :3

Personality:

Between Sammy's grumpy attitude, Alex takes on the mantel of being the sweetest lil guy ever, he's kind, polite, and, can be a bit protective.

Art drawn by me!! Not the best and I'll probably be redrawing him but this what we got lol

EXTRA / FUNFACTS!

Alex is the personal delivery boy for Sammy, Joey mainly didn't want Sammy away from his desk, the music for the toons was very important after all!

A longggg time ago when I first made Alex, I got his last name from Edward Pikeman from Camp Camp!

Alex ADORES French vanilla coffee, but, will take tea more often, as so much caffeine makes his very eepy

You will never hear Alex refer to Sammy by his first name. He always calls him "sir", or "Mr. Lawrence" even when Sammy insisted on Alex just call him by his first name.

Alex's favorite musical if he were around that long, would be Little Shop of Horrors!

Alex is wary of Thomas Connor, he doesn't really try to socialize with him, but will if he has to.

Alex is fully aware of the fact Sammy is drinking the ink, and on multiple occasions had tried to get him to stop, thought it ended with the worst fight the duo had causing Alex to simply drop the subject.

[https-yaracchi]

i am the most normal person in entire world so here's the batch of doods with my deputy and staci because he very dear to me

BONUS: hudson because she is also very dear to me

my deputy is ceo of apple bottom jeans boots with the fur