#adrenlne

[chaosvice]

@adrenlne​ LIKE THIS FOR DBD CHAOS

    “Quite the pace you had going there.”   Gnarled creature of INK & OOZE hummed out flared maw, seeming to seep from NOTHING & NOWHERE (REALITY WAS CRUEL AND TORN ON WHETHER THIS WAS TRUE). While diction held the air of malice, the way he held himself DIDN’T. At least not currently (IT WASN’T HIS HUNT).

                           “Doesn’t a rabbit need to be CAREFUL though? Tire yourself running from a wolf, and a snake will take the opportunity instead.”

[disastercvs]

     “ YOU’RE SLOWING DOWN - aren’t you the fucking athlete ? Give me a chase - run like your life really depends on it ! Disappoint me and I’ll leave you on the ground until all the blood has left your body ! ” The bat twirls in hand, boots heavy to the ground in the chase, that wild look flashing in his eyes.       “ Maybe I ought to just brutalize you for sport. You athletes like sport, don’t you ? Let’s play some sports. ”

@adrenlne​ / he chose violence​

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STARTER for @adrenlne​

“JESUS CHRIST! HOW MUCH CARDIO DO YOU DO?” danny huffed as he sprinted after meg who was a fair bit ahead of him. he’d not been in a lot of trials with meg; this was proving to hurt him.

another gen popped in the distance, and danny had to stop at a pallet. “WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. OK OK OK. LET’S MAKE A DEAL. YOU...GET HATCH IF YOU THROW YOUR FRIENDS UNDER THE BUS. WHAT DO YOU SAY? BECAUSE...” and danny takes a deep breath for this one. “I’M GONNA CATCH UP TO YOU EVENTUALLY. I’LL HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK RIGHT AFTER I HOOK YOU, BUT I WILL CATCH YOU. OKAY? DEALER’S CHOICE.”

[secondwlnd]

@adrenlne​​  said:  ❛  I’m  sure  I  can  handle  whatever  it  is.  ❜  /  am  i  going  to  send  u  memes  days  after  the  fact  because  i  did  not  see  them  when  they  were  posted..............Well  Yes

                 ❝  hey,  whoa  —  can  we  just.  think  for  a  minute?  ❞   steve  catches  her  at  the  sleeve  before  she  can  evade  him   —  not  forcefully,  just  enough  to  get  her  attention  again.   ❝  i’m  serious,  take  it  easy.  you’re  not  handling  shit  like  this  and  you  know  it.  ❞   she  looks  beat,  which  was  not  a  total  shocker  to  him  —  since  she  never  seemed  like  she  took  a  break.  the  wound  she  stubbornly  pressed  on  with  was  evidence  enough  of  that.  steve  takes  one  look  at  it  and  feels  nauseous  all  over  again.  this  bullshit  wasn’t  getting  any  easier.

                 ❝    —  hey,  look,  i  don’t  doubt  that,  but.  you’re  like…  the  ‘a’  team,  you  know?  if  we  lose  you  right  now,  what’s  the  ‘b’  team  supposed  to  do?  we’re  toast.  ❞   he’s  trying  to  cheer  her  up,  and  he’s  not  sure  if  it’s  working.  he  makes  a  gesture  at  himself  to  indicate  —  me,  i’m  the  ‘b’-team.  you’re  lookin’  at  him.

                 steve  lets  go,  then.   ❝  i  get  that  you  have  this  whole  grizzled  veteran  thing  going  on  —  and  maybe  i  don’t  have  any  idea  what  it’s  like  —  but.  you  don’t  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own.  ❞   a  beat,  where  he’s  succinctly  aware  he’s  been  talking  too  much.  come  on  harrington,  not  your  best  work.   ❝  so.  y’know.  let’s  make  sure  everyone  makes  it  out,  okay?  ❞

[goatmasks]

❛ what the hell is it that you do anyways? ❜ megan is.. unimpressed

the punisher starter sentences

     “Murder, mostly.” Technically not true, but saying you’re ‘an observer of human behaviour’ is apparently already enough to get labelled a serial killer these days, so why bother with the specifics. “Oh, and I’m a bit of a hobby photographer.”

[admirare]

♡  @adrenlne​  . . .  liked for a starter

         “  me? here for tryouts?  ”  hanna echoes, almost in disbelief at the very notion. yes, she’s snooping around the locker room, but she had thought that most team sports had been out of practice for at least an hour. it’s just her luck that there are some late afternoon tryouts scheduled for today. it sure makes snooping a whole lot more difficult. after emily had been left a present in her gym locker by -a, well . . . they were looking for any and all kinds of evidence they could find that pointed toward who -a was. “ i just . . . i forgot something,  ”  quick, think of something,  “  uh . . . a hair clip. a sparkly one. i left it on one of the benches in here when i was changing after gym and i can’t find it. it’s uh . . . really sentimental.  ”

[saetbyeol-moved]

@adrenlne

​   it had been a late one last night. the show had been incredible, they had all done such a fantastic job. as it had been the opening show for america, they had drank and partied into the night at the hotel lobby afterwards. mightee one entertainment wasn’t going to like that bill, but that wasn’t his concern. he had already had an earful from yunjin that he should be more responsible as leader. it wasn’t like they didn’t bring enough money in  —  they were one of the groups that brought in the most revenue in the entirety of the south korea pop industry at the moment.

   he knew one thing for certain though, he needed coffee if he was going to survive the interview he had later in the day with the rest of the members. he needed something to nurse that hangover and put up the camera persona.

   jiwoon entered the coffee shop wearing a face mask and sunglasses. he figured that was going to be good enough to be a bit more unrecognisable, and besides, the sunglasses helped with the hangover. win/win, really.

   it wasn’t that busy, he could basically order his drink right away. he read the barista’s name tag; meg. he looked back up at her and the smile he wanted to put up behind his mask faltered when he looked at her. he took his sunglasses off to get a better look. she was cute.

   ❛ uh. sorry.  ❜  he bowed his head apologetically.  ❛ a latte, please. biggest size you sell, please do not go easy on the espresso. ❜  luckily he wasn’t holding up a line.

[lastarchived]

icon: meg vc i am not leaving until i know how to make a bomb >:|

jill  valentine  reacts  to  stuff  [ NOT  CLICKBAIT ]

[sadistresc]

@adrenlne     *     starter  .

     “  Keep  running  ,  little  one  ...  !  It’ll  only  make  it  all  the  more  satisfying  to  get  my  hands  on  you  ...  “  A  cacophony  of  buzzing  ,  interrupted  only  by  the  sounds  of  Cassandra’s  cackles  and  sickle  slicing  through  the  air  in  anticipation  for  the  kill  .  In  truth  ,  they’re  not  quite  used  to  prey  as  feisty  as  this  one  --  at home  ,  try  as  the  maidens  may  to  struggle  ,  their  playtime  always  ends  dreadfully  quick  .  

     No  ---  this  one  has  to  last  !  “  Tell  you  what  :  if  you  behave  ,  I  won’t  be  rough  later  ...  well  ,  not  so  rough  .  “

[filthysmile]

For 1 whole ass year i’ve been looking and beggin for a survivor to give frank a run for his money. and here’s @adrenlne to make that and some other dream come true!

[trshmouth]

@adrenlne​​​​ cont.

he’s   following   her,   even   in   her   obvious   pursuit   away   from   the   rusty   hook   he   had   helped   her   down   from   just   seconds   ago.   OF   COURSE   HE   IS.   she   thinks   she   owes   him   a   thank   you,   knows   he   could   have   just   as   easily   left   her,   gotten   out   of   this   alive   if   he'd   chosen   to   look   for   an   escape   instead.   it   would   have   been   the   smart   thing   to   do,   she   knows,   but   he   had   still   come   back   for   her.   (       and   despite   all   of   her   sarcasm   and   fire,   she   knows   that   she   would   have   done   the   SAME.       )

 and   now   she   was   leading   them   into   the   woods,   with   one   shoulder   mangled,   bloody,   practically   useless,   and   the   opposite   hand   clutching   it   in   a   vain   attempt   at   stabilizing   it.   the   silence   is   overwhelming,   forces   her   to   focus   on   the   exhaustion   in   her   lungs   and   the   physical   stress   of   her   body,   and   it's   almost   like   he   knows   it   when   he   breaks   the   silence.

'                     so   we're   screwed   is   what   you're   saying.       '       it's   a   playful   jab   that   follows   quiet   exhale,   and   she   ducks   her   head   down   to   hide   the   hint   of   a   smirk   that   pulls   at   her   lips.   she   brushes   against   him,   shoulder   nudging   just   slightly.   she   fights   the   grimace   that   threatens   to   pull   at   her   lips,   turns   head   forward   again   so   he   doesn't   see,   so   he   doesn't   ask.       '       seriously,   i   think   i   might   be   more   buff   than   you   are,   tozier.       '

                    maybe  he  didn’t  have  the  right  to  worry  about  her  —   it  was  nearly  bold,  or  funny,  when  she  was  some  kind  of  star  player  in  this  hell.  in  all  reality,  saving  her,  not  saving  her  —   it  wasn’t  a  choice,  and  it  never  would  be.

 sauntering  after  her  through  the  woods,  all  the  heavy,  unnatural  quiet  makes  his  mind  reel.  it’s  too  much  listening  —   listening  for  the  faint  sound  of  crows  scattering  to  the  windless  trees,  listening  to  his  own  heartbeat  play  bowling  in  his  ribcage.  like  most  things  in  this  place  —   the  gutted  suburbs  and  the  sunless  skies  —   the  woods  gave  away  an  artificial  nature  by  their  silence.  and  silence,  he  was  learning,  was  commonplace  here.  common  to  staying  safe,  common  to  not  getting  caught.  sometimes  it  was  the  very  difference  —   a  breath  that  caught  you  out,  a  creaky  step  under  your  shoe  got  you  royally  fucking  dead.

he  feigns  the  mortal  wounding  of  her  words;    ❝   ouch,  red,  always  with  the  air  of  disbelief.  maybe  i  have  a  grand  machination  in  mind  here,  you  don’t  fuckin’  know  —  wait  up!   ❞     he  catches  up  in  a  few  paces,  matching  her  step,  shoulder-to-shoulder.  the  contact  is  welcome,  and  reassuring  —  and  he  huffs  a  laugh.  he  remembers  to  use  the  stage  whisper  this  time;    ❝   yeah,  maybe.  but  he’s  pretty  dumb  and  ugly,  so  maybe  we’ve  got  a  shot.   ❞    he’s  smiling  with  the  joke,  but  his  expression  falls  more  subdued  the  longer  he  looks  at  the  big  hook  gauge  in  her  shoulder.  

❝   …alright,  come  on.  we  gotta  fix  that  shit.  i  got,  um.   ❞    he  gestures  in  an  unusually  understated  way,  with  the  medkit  gripped  loose  in  his  hand.  the  one  quentin  had  dropped  before  —  well,  anyway.  it  still  had  something  in  it,  at  least.   (  you  didn’t  want  to  think  about  how  you’d  found  him.  )   rich  pauses  when  they’re  behind  a  good  shadowy  rock,  where  he  could  dump  the  contents  of  the  kit.  with  a  mildly  apologetic  look,  he  gently  pulls  her  down  at  the  good  shoulder,  with  him  toward  the  grass.

an  eyebrow  quirks  above  his  red-spattered  glasses  —  the  ones  with  loose  bows  that  he  has  to  keep  punching  up  the  bridge  of  his  nose.    ❝   …wonder  who  pissed  in  his  cheerios  this  morning.  or  does  that  guy  just  have  it  out  for  you  in  particular,  or  something?   ❞    

[muontp]

" what's THAT supposed to mean? " / for nea :3

❝ It MEANS exactly what you’d think, Thomas.. ❞ The VENOM dripping from her tone wasn’t enough, no, there was a click of her tongue added into the sheer ire in her head and heart. Frustration bubbled in her gut like an over boiled pot. She was akin to a kettle left on a stove, seconds from an OUTBURST. She wouldn’t even turn to look her in the eye. Instead she kept her back turned. Eyes focused forward. Arms tightly wrapped around herself as dirty dull fingertips dug into her own arms. She was trying to compose herself before she had some kind of violent lash out at her, no, she needed composure, now. Instead she changed gears, opting for a dark, low, hushed tone. Her frustration clear as the night sky above them.  

                              ❝ I'm not like THE REST of your problems, Meg;                                                                            You can’t just “ Out run ” me. ❞

[k4rflo]

Ho voglia di leccartela.

@k4rflo

[star-0f-the-seas]

NOTHING FILLS ME UP WITH ADRENALINE MORE THAN PLAYING DODGEBALL 1V1 AND SEEING THE FEAR IN MY VICTIMS EYES. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOU BECAUSE I WON'T

[solitarysurvival]

@adrenlne​  said:  i  want  to  finish  what  we  started.  

                               he  doesn’t  answer  for  a  moment.  she  doesn’t  have  to  say  it;  he  knows  where  her  mind  is.  they’ve  both  had  better  trials,  blood  spattered  and  exhausted,  and  three  untouched  generators.  being  here  as  long  as  they  have  —  well,  the  days  had  a  way  of  getting  away  from  you,  if  you  weren’t  careful.  it  was  easy  to  resign  yourself  to  fate,  once  you  had  become  accustomed  to  the  chessboard.  

but  then,  he  was  never  one  to  lie  down  when  he  was  told.  neither  of  them  were.  it  didn’t  matter  that  they  had  already  lost.  it  had  never  been  about  that.  after  all  this  time,  he  could  look  at  meg,  and  know  she  still  ran  with  that  same  spark  of  unbroken  hope.  the  same,  and  so  very  different,  from  the  first  day  he  had  seen  her  on  the  other  side  of  the  fog.  

gloved  hand  comes  to  swipe  at  the  blood  trickling  down  his  forehead.  it’s  painful,  every  bit  of  movement  from  here,  but  nothing  he  couldn’t  handle.  there’s  a  thoughtful  hum.  he  casts  her  a  lightly  amused,   conspiratory  look; 

❝   mm.  you  want  to  really  fuck  his  day  up?   ❞

he  knows  that  he  trusts  her.  above  almost  anyone.  bar  absolutely  nothing.  he  takes  her  hand  when  she  offers  it,  holds  it  tight  when  she  hauls  him  up  from  the  ground.  gaze  searches  hers  carefully;     ❝   —  or  just  feeling  nostalgic?  ❞   there’s  the  faintest  touch  of  a  smile,  then  —  one  to  blink  and  miss  —  if  you  weren’t  certain  where  to  look. 

there  will  always  be  times  where  the  odds  are  stacked  against  them,  where  they’d  come  so  close  as  to  touch  escape,  before  it  was  cruelly  ripped  from  their  grasp.  such  was  the  way  in  this  game  —  had  been  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember  —  and  he  knew  better  than  to  argue  with  her  over  hatch-door  semantics.  

 well,  he  knows  what  dwight  would  say;  it  isn’t  over.  not  yet.

❝  fine.  together,  then.  ❞