#slxver scrxm

[divisicn]

@slxver-scrxm asked ❝ So is that a ‘no’ to solving this with murder…? ❞ (I'm so sorry this was just too funny to me because it's legit something he would say XD)

If looks could kill -- the one Shiloh threw over her shoulder at him would have had him dead on the ground. "Correct, that is a no on the murder!" She was trying to not yell, but it came out a little louder than intended. Looking back around the corner, no one moved, so no one had heard her. Murder might actually be the only way we get out of this...

[voyeuriistic]

@slxver-scrxm

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The Ghost Face crouches beside the remains of the survivor, admiring the carnage. He uses the blade of his knife to lift up intestine, looking at it for a moment before it slides off the slick blade and returns to its place near the chest cavity with a wet plopping sound. Gross.

His hand itches to pull out his camera phone. Would it be tacky to take a picture of someone else's kill? He usually reserves the honor for his own, but… this one is good.

Before he can make any sudden moves, the other Ghost Face is reacting to his words.

Danny isn't a particularly territorial man. He watched the original Stab movie as a teen and internalized it; it's been a long running fantasy to have a Stu Macher to his Billy Loomis. Killing is fun, but wouldn't a complex, homoerotic, bromance make it even better?

Unfortunately, the double that the Entity plucked up from god knows where seems less eager to get friendly. Also, unable to take a compliment.

“That's the cool part. You get to kill em over and over again, see what makes them scream the loudest. You've got a real talent here- you could take a little more pride in your work.”

[streetslost]

@slxver-scrxm

            "COME ON, dude, y'made me drop my burger. in a puddle." if it wasn't now sopping, she totally would have reclaimed it and continued her eating. sidewalk sandwich wouldn't have been the WORST thing cat had devoured... but the idea of sopping wet bread full of rainwater even had her scrunching her expression. ick... perhaps she ought to have been more concerned about the guy, but d i s a p p o i n t m e n t was the only veil presently worn, lips pressing a thin line. eventually, the street rat would tilt attention upward. "y'owe me."

[mixtapejunkie]

No, he did not forget him or the holidays either. Thus, a lumpy package of dubious content was given to the other. "Here you go." sure, Frank was annoying as fuck sometimes, but he wasn't going to forget him.

Frank blinked in surprise and he slowly started to unwrap the gift, parting the paper carefully. He'd already slipped Danny his gift, a bottle of the top shelf whiskey from the Lodge bar.

[c4llofbrine]

❛  take  a  breath  ,  spit  out  the  blood  in  your  mouth  ,  and  get  back  up  on  your  feet  .  you  still  got  a  couple  motherfuckers  to  prove  wrong  .  ❜

She'd barely gotten used to regular trials; these two vs eights were brutal. She was carrying her weight; five survivors dead, three of them by her hand. She wasn't letting her companion down. Unfortunately, she was also cracking under the pressure.

Each chase leaves her a little more overwhelmed. She barely remembers kill #3, an outburst of emotion more than a carefully calculated hunt. The ‘soon to be kill #4’ was Kate.

Of course Kate had to be here; beautiful voice, beautiful hair, beautiful face. Sadako’s never actually spoken to her, but she knows the type of woman she is. She could make friends easily, pull any man she wanted. If she hadn't ended up here, she'd likely be married with a handful of children by now.

Jealousy burns within her. Why does Kate deserve to be Kate, while Sadako is stuck being Sadako? The onryō wants to make her suffer for it. She almost lands the hit- only to be slammed in the face with a wood pallet.

She screams, but it does nothing to keep the survivor from taking the opportunity to put distance between them. With any hope of catching Kate disappearing, she takes the opportunity to collapse, hugs her knees to herself, fingers tangle in her hair. Why can't anything ever just be easy!? Why can't this just be over with already!?

She senses another behind her before he ever speaks. She attempts to throw him across the map with her telekinesis, but he doesn't seem to budge. Not a survivor. Her teammate, come to kick her while she's down for acting like a stupid, jealous, child instead of the killer she's expected to be.

Then he speaks.

Not what she's expecting.

She tilts her head, looks up at him. “Why do you care what I do?”

[starlixir]

{Continuing from (x) for: @slxver-scrxm}

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Between his reaction and the words rolling out of his mouth, it only made Nova burst out laughing. For some reason. Why she found it funny is beyond her. Perhaps it's amusing to see how taken back he is. Perhaps it's because she kept forgetting not everyone is like her or is used to her kind of behavior and thought process. Covering her mouth to muffle her laughter a bit, she soon came to a stop. Just enough to speak, but there's still an amusement look twisting onto her acne-scarred face.

❝And if I did? Oooor perhaps I'm always like this! Ya never know!❞ Despite the question from the other, she didn't find it rude at all. In fact, it didn't sting as much as it used to before her death. Perhaps she didn't care as much as something small like this or perhaps she found it too amusing to consider the possibility he is being rude at the moment. It'll keep her up at 3am when she is reflecting back on her day.

❝Why? Is it because you suddenly care or or maybe you don't want to deal with me being a worm? And why not a kangaroo? They can be cute when they want to be.❞ If you consider an animal that can be as tall as a human and built in a way cute.

[crashandswirl]

don't give me that look . (For Cass lmao. It'd be funny to see two murderers interacting lol)

Unless you were Cassandra's mother, telling her to do something almost always resulted in the opposite. Or death. Perhaps both. It depended on her mood and whether or not she had an empty stomach.

So, as expected, the words did nothing to wipe the look off Cassandra's face, which was akin to that of a lion watching its prey. "I'll give you whatever look I please, manthing," was her immediate reply. She didn't care much for most men—except for the way their flesh and blood tasted.

"That sad little knife doesn't frighten me. It looks like a children's toy. So plain, too. Why not pick something more interesting to hunt with? Was that all you could find, or is this simply a matter of poor taste, hm?"

[ripgray-moved]

freeing canon characters from material squad when bestie

right now bestie, i've made shirts and everything!

[penniesfortheferryman]

"I was just on my way to get some ice cream, but I heard you near by. Figured I should come say 'hi'."

Kharon says casually, bringing his boat to a slow stop near the other. Bright eyes looking up at them as a tiny smile sets on his lips. There really was no reason to be here, besides the fact that Kharon was just curious as to what they were up to. And he had a nasty habit of letting his curiosity get the better of him.

@slxver-scrxm // Closed.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?

Although Rain didn't feel as though her life was going much of anywhere anymore, her answer would have been the same if she was asked back when she was a cop thinking she'd be able to do some good and get into S.W.A.T., or when she was one of Sanitation's commandos, blissfully unaware of how fucked up the Umbrella Corporation really was.

"My life's..." she pushed her baseball cap up just far enough to scratch at the dime-sized bullet scar on her forehead, "a boxin' match. One I've been trainin' for all my life, y'know? I bring my best. I know I've got a mean swing. I get in a lotta good hits. I block what I can, but the dude I'm up against gets good hits in, too. His fists just keep comin'. I get knocked down again and... fuckin' again. But I always get back up. No matter how close the count gets to ten, I always find my footin'. Even when I don't think I have it in me anymore."

[divisicn]

@slxver-scrxm asked "Due to personal reasons, I will be going completely off the fucking rails."

"No, you will fuckin not!" Shiloh tossed her boot at him. He was heading for the front door. She was not dealing with trying to explain the cosplaying freak walking out her front door again.

"I will nail your goddamn hands to the couch if you dare touch that door."

[madxwonderland]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@slxver-scrxm ❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜ (hallo i love your blog! ;w; )

Alice glanced around, the words putting her on alert. "Well I would appreciate it if that something or someone would just come out. I dislike being watched. I dislike things jumping out at me even more."

It was dark, the moon barely illuminating her surroundings thanks to the trees blocking its light. But Alice always found her senses more heightened when she was on edge. Like the cat says: when she's not on edge, she's taking up too much space. It's a good think she spent her life perpetually on edge. Her paranoia never let her put her guard down.

[mixtapejunkie]

It was a regular occurance at this point; being sent out to interview the surviving family members of his victims, to gauge whether they would be additions to the ever growing corpses that amounted in his list.

Last night's victim: some asshole named Clive. A dead beat who, to his knowledge just picked up some random kid in favor of the government checks they always supplied him for taking in the poor sap.

Not that Danny had any empathy; he didn't even realise there was anyone else inside last night aside from Clive, and thus had left without checking to ensure any and all survivors were eliminated.

But, that would be an issue for another day. Not like this kid knew who he was outside of his ghostface attire.

Thus, here he was, as "Jed" from the gazette, wearing a look of concern so fake, one had to really know him to tell something was off.

"Frank Morrison I presume?"

(ok but the discord convo last night gave me an idea for a verse thread im sorry lmao)

Frank looked up at the stranger and he felt his shoulders sag. "You're wasting your time. I didn't hear anything, he'd beaten the shit out of me. I was out cold in the shitty little room he gave me."

He gestured to the livid bruise blossoming over his cheek and left eye, looking down at the writing. "Can I just let you read this? Statement for the police report." He offered weakly.

[starlixir]

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Impressions, Impressions!

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Their first impression of your muse: ❝What a strange person, but he seems quite bizarre at my condition. Hopefully I didn't scare him off.❞

Current impression:   ❝Ohmygosh! He is my friend and I require that he comes with me wherever I go. Still a bit strange and probably annoyed with how I am, but he seems to be tolerating how annoying I am by far. So, that's worth something, right? Hopefully~!❞

Are they attracted to your muse?:  ❝As a friend, yes, but anything beyond? No, not really.❞

Something they find frightening about your muse: ❝Something about him seems......off. I can't explain what and he's not telling me. I hate to find out that he is some kind of undead, who is planning to steal my soul!❞

Something they find adorable about your muse:  ❝Everything? A good answer, yes, yes!❞

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  ❝Duh. Not that I can't be killed at the moment, but my point still stands.❞

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  ❝Platonic dates. Rather, I guess that's just plain old hangin' out. He doesn't seem to be keen on doing mundane stuff or rather, he doesn't seem to be the type. Oh well, he's going to do so with me.❞

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  ❝Weird. Strange. Funny. Amazing.❞

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: ❝Is it one of those challenges where I get a billion dollars to slap someone? If so, then, yes. I hope he understands, but otherwise, nah.❞

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: ❝Huuuuuuug~!❞

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @slxver-scrxm )

Arriving in the fog hadn't killed its urge for treasures, for shinies, for weapons. It was a truly insatiable need that awoke every time the goose knew there was a chance for treasures, no matter how small. For thatt reason, he shouldn't have wasted his breath trying to tell the goose that it could take from the survivor. This was partly because the goose's quest for treasures had already almost made it start hounding him for more things, and partly because the goose didn't understand a word he said.

As if the goose was trying to make it obvious that it understood absolutely nothing, it stared up at him with those beady, blank little eyes that were empty of impulse control and sense. For once, they weren't fully empty of intelligent life; if he'd looked hard enough, he might have been able to see the wheels in its head turning as it decided whether or not to use its new gift on its new friend; it was a unstable loyalty, after all.

Since this guy wasn't screaming and running away, wasn't trying to escape it, and had given it the knife in its beak, the urge that'd been lit like a fire when it first arrived would have to be satisfied by someone else, and not its new ally. It gave him a muffled honk through the handle of the knife.

[braveryhearted]

I still can't believe Olive Garden is canonically on the Resident Evil wiki. lol. So, going forward, it's not only a meme between me and @slxver-scrxm but canon that Olive Garden exists in the Resident Evil universe and that Umbrella owns one in South Africa.