#ofbeautifulmindsandflowers

[howls-from-wolfe]

She tried. Alice had really tried not to eat the candies but it smelt too good. Deciding to hold up the cookie with the heart as if to say sorry about the chocolates and the gingerbread man the small girl waited for his reaction.

A smile formed across the killer’s lips as he was presented with the treats. “Looks like someone got a little impatient.” Wolfe chuckled a little as he joked with her, looking at the bite mark missing from the gingerbread man.

“This is wonderful, Alice. Thank you.” He held his hand out for the heart cookie, eating it happily.

[ask-the-dweets]

Lost + Stargazing for any of the Dwight's

Elf had been investigating most of the, surprisingly large, party area. All of the different rooms and their purposes, and now he found himself out in the garden wandering through the hedge maze. Not too particular on where he went, he had ended up stumbling his way into a small clearing perfectly laid out with a blanket in the center for looking up at the stars.

Not having any real plans he decided to rest there for a while. He knew the stars weren't real, he knew they didn't look right, but he had forgotten how they were supposed to look long ago. He heaved a wistful sigh, perhaps he should go find some company so he doesn't wallow so much.

[punkrock-pitviper]

“Oh hell yeah, finally some fuckin’ warmth in this hellhole.~”

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@ask-simon-the-shadow

@ask-theoverseer-max

[ask-dbd-adawong]

Here’s a cute little drawing of Ada and Alice in the Christmas spirit :)

AWW THEM,, this is so adorable, Ty! <3

[death-in-shift]

"Ahhh hell nahhh." Jae shook his head, lightly facepalming. "Nah because I'm already dead and I don't want to become a zombie-demon thing."

If Jae was given the zombie virus, he would try to box Meg as when he still can. That just ain't it. Like Alice said, she's lucky to have given other survivors the antidote.

"I'm sorry but I would've dragged across the realms. But what else happened?" He looks up at Alice, partially nuzzling his cheek into his silky pillowcase.

read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse .

@death-in-shift

Alice’s red eyes studied the pages as if she looked away the book would be out of her hands and taken by the fog or another. Sitting next to the male she plopped down on the floor gently placing her cup of coffee down and flipping the next page of the old worn out book that was starting to turn a milky yellow.

“How are you today?” She asked still scanning the book but wanting to be nice.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

For the Greater Good

Perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. Perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. Maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. Maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. Maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. No matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. If you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.

Pure Evil

You are unapologetically evil, you are likely just here for the drama and the theater of it all. You are selfish and cruel because you want to be, not because you had no other choice, but because you revel in the opportunity to do what is wrong. That's not to say you will commit every unspeakable act, perhaps you have standards and your own moral code, but by no means are you the good guy in your own mind. Those who have wronged you, no matter how trivial or petty the slight against you, will be treated without mercy and you will be cackling the entire time without a hint of remorse. You enjoy the most painful and twisted approach to getting your revenge. Above all else, you like to cause problems on purpose.

Tagged by: @witchcraftandburialdirt (Thank you!)

Tagging: @black-ward (Any of your muses your feeling right now) @ofbeautifulmindsandflowers (Alice) and anyone else who wants me to

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Being a B.O.W can get pretty lonely, but these three have stolen Leon's heart.

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@heretheboomcomes

[beautiful-little-disasters]

💗💗💗She’s so cute!! 🥹

I am so glad you and @ofbeautifulmindsandflowers love her I wanted to do cute but she is going to be so sassy

[ask-the-dweets]

[previous] | @ofbeautifulmindsandflowers

Elf jumped slightly when Alice dropped her mask, the sudden movement had caught him off guard but he quickly recovered.

"I think you might have me mistaken." Elf tilted his head slightly and gave a barely-there smile, potentially not visible through his mask. "I mean, I am Dwight. I'm just not sure if those titles fit me anymore...." He had been here so long he had handed off most of the leadership duties to Fancy. The cruelty he could remember from his first years of being leader had long since passed, he himself was made much harder in the process. It was almost a sad thought.

"You know what, nevermind." He stood himself up and brushed himself off, bells jingling softly as he did so.

"Would you like help with those flowers? If they won't like... bite me or something." It was only a half joke, this place really was crazy with it's wildlife sometimes.

[scared-nerd]

Heheh Female Wesker. @ofbeautifulmindsandflowers

[legions-tape]

The dangers of what could happen if he went into a trial. He wasn't surprised that there was risks. There were always risks. Not like he could control that. A wound wouldn't be a prevention. Some times he didn't want to go, there were times he fought back and all he got was some serious punishment. Slowly, Frank sat up as not to re-open the closed wound. But after hitting her where it hurt, maybe he deserved to have it open. Maybe he deserved to bleed out as karma. "I can't make that choice." Instead of grabbing his hoodie, or his jacket, to slip over his pale, scarred up body; he sat there, putting his hands into his medium long, messy, brunette hair. He was remembering something himself, something he didn't want to think about. "If that stupid Spider-Bitch wants me to go into a trial, It makes me. I don't have free will. I'm not special here." That was one of the things he hated about being here. There were so many things he couldn't control. What a nightmare.

Blue eyes softened at the teen in front of her Alice had grumbled angrily At Frank why? He had came to get hurt. How did she become the killers medic? Deciding not to think too far into it she dabbed a bit of the herbal remedy that she made into a paste onto his skin. Only apologizing when she could tell it was going to hurt. “How is it you are the one that ends up the most hurt out of everyone?”

Frank kept his knuckles in the nurse's grip, a scowl on his exposed face. Being treated by someone else was not his favourite, being touched was a pure off limits for him, but being stuck in the same bloody bandages after some time made him feel gross. Alice was one of the only people he knew that could help his problem, give him what he wanted which was fresh bandages, and she could also helped to keep him healthy. Did health really matter here? He never got sick, or even felt like he was getting sick unless his emotions began to crack to the surface. "I'm not here to answer your questions." He snapped, allowing his bloody knuckles to get cleaned.

[specialagentleonkennedy]

Main Ship: @ofbeautifulmindsandflowers

A soldier lost to time, broken and betrayed by many, he thought he could never love nor be loved by anyone, until you came along. Enamored by your kindness, his heart softened. And by your gentle touch, the ice that was his emotional walls melted into a flood of pure happiness. Whether by God's will or just plain luck, he sees you as his saving grace. His smile and laughter are only for you, and he will shower you with as much love and affection as he possibly can. He will kill anybody that will hurt you or make you cry. You are his one and only love, period.

[wanderingsongbird]

The urge to throw a boot was higher than it had been, but Kate had already thrown both of them in an attempt to distract her. No such luck, and she told herself that this would be the last time she would avoid hitting someone with it. Dealing with the fallout from an angered killer was much better than this, or so Kate thought.

"Why me, though?" she asked, coming to a full stop when Alice had jumped in front of her. Kate's stomach twisted. It wasn't some sort of obsession thing, was it? She didn't think so, since her fear didn't seem to be taking control.

"Will you stop doin' that?" the songbird squawked. She had kept trying to stay a step ahead of this Lady Wesker, but Christ, she seemed faster than her male counterparts!

@wanderingsongbird

Laughing she hopped in front a cat like smirk on her face and a she had yet to hurt the blonde but she had decided that her company was the best out everyone and everything.

“Why? You seem like the perfect person to keep me company! Besides the rest of the team is already down or close to it. So I’m letting you leave without being hurt……..So I feel like we could keep each other company until the hatch pops up.”

[howls-from-wolfe]

“Mhm, sure.” He remarked playfully, taking a bite. His heightened senses allowed him to easily sniff out the food on her breath. “Mm! Hang tight. I got somethin’ for you, too.”

Wolfe reached into a drawer from his desk, pulling out a box. He placed it next to her, eagerly waiting.

She tried. Alice had really tried not to eat the candies but it smelt too good. Deciding to hold up the cookie with the heart as if to say sorry about the chocolates and the gingerbread man the small girl waited for his reaction.

A smile formed across the killer’s lips as he was presented with the treats. “Looks like someone got a little impatient.” Wolfe chuckled a little as he joked with her, looking at the bite mark missing from the gingerbread man.

“This is wonderful, Alice. Thank you.” He held his hand out for the heart cookie, eating it happily.

[legions-tape]

"Everyone here seems to be a bit of a monster for their own reasons." He replied lightly. "It's just the reality of things." Frank didn't say anything after that for the next few minutes. The only sounds that came out of his mouth were little grunts, winces and noises of pain. He didn't realize just how much pain he was in until the cleaning of the gash on his back had begun being treated on. Nothing he couldn't handle, this wasn't new to him, pain was anything but new. It just SUCKED. "If you don't have the truth in your face, it'll be harder to fix what you did. You'll just be tiptoeing around it like it never happened because you don't want to remember the chaos YOU caused. But it did happen. You hurt people. You lived as a tyrant." He sighed through his nose. "It's not us that need your help, it's the people you hurt that need it. You hurt them, not us." Clearing his throat, he continued. "In a shitty way, you're always going to be a monster. That won't change, Wesker." Back to some harshness. "Nothing will change what you did, this won't fix it, and going home to try won't either. Some scars don't heal." Now Frank really wasn't trying to sound harsh, or make it sound like an insult. It was just how he viewed this situation. "But hey...you're trying."

Blue eyes softened at the teen in front of her Alice had grumbled angrily At Frank why? He had came to get hurt. How did she become the killers medic? Deciding not to think too far into it she dabbed a bit of the herbal remedy that she made into a paste onto his skin. Only apologizing when she could tell it was going to hurt. “How is it you are the one that ends up the most hurt out of everyone?”

Frank kept his knuckles in the nurse's grip, a scowl on his exposed face. Being treated by someone else was not his favourite, being touched was a pure off limits for him, but being stuck in the same bloody bandages after some time made him feel gross. Alice was one of the only people he knew that could help his problem, give him what he wanted which was fresh bandages, and she could also helped to keep him healthy. Did health really matter here? He never got sick, or even felt like he was getting sick unless his emotions began to crack to the surface. "I'm not here to answer your questions." He snapped, allowing his bloody knuckles to get cleaned.

[howls-from-wolfe]

Her words made him smirk a bit, his golden eyes briefly meeting hers.

“What? I can’t appreciate the view?” He teased.

Wolfe’s warm fingers gently tilted her chin up more towards him as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

“No harm in a little festive fun, right?” A cocky chuckle came from him as he released her from his grasp.

🌿 - @howls-from-wolfe

Looking up at the green little leaf with red berries and than back at the man in front of her her painted red lips slightly tugged up at the corner it wasn’t much of a smile and if you turned away quick enough it would be gone before it was there. Standing on the tips of her toes so she could reach him halfway her right eyebrow quirked and her face turned into a smug look.

“Well now this is a predicament not an unwelcome one though. So are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to lean down and give me a kiss underneath this silly little green leaf?”