#evilwiithin

were it colder, greyer, bleaker and more suffocating,  Lampkin Lane might have reminded him of Ormond. There is little of Ormond that Frank misses — though a 7/11 would not have gone amiss — and it’s a small blessing that the woods around the resort will never lead him back into town. It’s with the reassurance that the rest of Ormond  ( save for that which Legion have made their home )  has been discarded by the Entity that he wanders into the midst of the trees and into the thickening fog that swallows him within a minute’s foray into the woodland. When the fog at last parts, he’s greeted by a sign that welcomes him not to the town that houses Mount Ormond Resort, thankfully ...  but instead to Haddonfield. 

An unfamiliar name and an unfamiliar realm, filled with little houses lining narrow streets. It might have been comfortable. Peaceful, even ...  had he not been vaguely aware that it’s a mere recreation pieced haphazardly together by a creature with little understanding of the living world it attempts to reconstruct — had it not been so desolate. He shuffles through windows and through doors left adjacent, wandering until he finds himself a  pleasant perch: level roof outside a window that grants him a pretty view above the streets Lampkin Lane. And so he settles down  ( stretches himself flat on his stomach across dark roofing with veneer pliant enough to give way to the light scratching of a knife’s point )  and waits, all the while etching lines and vague semblances of pictures into the tiling.

Eventual shuffling draws curious eyes up from his scratches; sure enough, there lumbers the Shape in the distance, drifting between houses across the street and down the block. He doesn’t budge as Myers comes closer. No doubt that he’s already long been spotted, though hopefully his vandalising hasn’t. Frank lays his knife flat beside the mess he’s made, brushing the debris aside and off of the stark lettering he’s drawn into the roof. Well, if Myers hadn’t known that  ‘ Legion was here, ’  he certainly will now.

i hate that dude

Okay! I want to start making some x reader (Or even x male reader) one shots with my fav characters BUT I have no idea which of my fav characters I wanted to use. I have so many plots and ideas in my head and so many plans, maybe for some long stories that I always wanted to read but never found online so now I have the inparation to just make them. I just need you help to vote for which character you want to see! You can comment, pm me, whichever you please! Please be patient though because my motivation can be fleeting ^^’

Here’s the characters! (Can’t think of them all right now)

TMNT

-Raphael , Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello

Marvel

-Venom/Eddie Brock, OC Symbiote,  Thor, Bruce Banner, Loki, Peter Parker (Spider-man homecoming or PS4)

Detroit: Become Human (Can be android reader or human)

-Connor (RK 800), Ralph (WR600), Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rupert, Daniel, Markus, Jerry(s)

Evil Within

it’s okay we all hate michael

send me a ★ and i’ll bold what applies to your muse. / accepting. /  @evilwiithin

@evilwiithin  /  katy’s  finally  doing  memes  i  guess

               ❝    absolutely  not  !    you’re  surviving  this  whether  you  want  to  or  not  !    ❞    fear    &    frustration  burn  throat  as  retort  is  barked  back  at  dying  man  lying  on  mist - drenched  earth   —    cold  ,  gunmetal  gaze  sending  an  unfamiliar  chill  down  persistent  leader’s  spine  .    (    you’ve  seen  that  look  before   —    in  the  mirror  after  your  brother’s  death    )    expression  hardens    &    jaw  clenches  before  body  twists    &    bends  to  allow  the  other’s  arm  to  flop  lifelessly  over  narrow  shoulders  .    teeth  clench    &    eyes  shut  tight  to  coax  aching  muscles  back  to  life  ,  the  need  to  get  fellow  survivor  to  opened  gate  more  prominent  than  the  fear  leaving  pale  face  numb    &    blood - soaked  hands  shaking  .

               emerald  gaze  stays  focused  on  bright  light  in  the  distance  as  mind  focuses  on  how  heavy  michael  feels  ,  feet  dragging    &    breathing  too  calm  to  be  coming  from  someone  fighting  to  stay  alive  .    a  new  seed  of  panic  plants  itself  behind  bruised  ribs    &    curls  around  heart  at  the  thought  of  losing  michael  to  the  fog    &    head  tilts  ,  sweat    &    blood  mixing  as  temples  connect  .

               ❝    stay  with  me   —    please  .    ❞    it’s  a  soft  ,  desperate  plea  breathed  against  flushed  flesh  .    grip  around  companion’s  waist  tightens  with  renewed  vigor  as  sole  survivors  continue  their  grueling  trek  to  temporary  freedom  .    budding  panic  blooms  into  blood - red  rose  at  the  knowledge  that  the  dead  look  in  michael’s  eyes  is  not  a  new  occurrence  ,  thorny  stems  scratching  at    &    pricking  beating  heart  with  every  sign  of  defeat    &    apathy  from  the  other  .

               ❝    we’re  almost  out  of  here  ,  michael  .    we’re  almost  home  .    ❞    words  come  out  in  soft  wheezes  ,  voice    &    breathing  echoing  in  small  antechamber    —    knees  shaking  as  ‘  home  ’  sits  on  the  other  side  of  cut - off  point  only  ten  feet  away  .    home    —    that  used  to  be  a  little  town  in  illinois  ,  a  house  in  des  moines  .    now  it’s  a  campfire  in  the  middle  of  foggy  woods   —  new  family  a  ragtag  group  of  survivors  forced  to  go  through  trial  after  trial  under  a  starless  sky  ,  choking  on  darkness    &    desperation  .    yet  hope  is  what  pushes  them  on  ,    &    what  pushes  dwight    (    &    hopefully  michael  ,  but  you’re  certain  he  passed  out  from  the  blood  loss  already    &    you’re  only  reassurance  of  life  is  a  weak  pulse  from  wrist  that  thumb  is  pressed  against  for  this  exact  reason    )    beyond  brick  walls    &    into  empty  field  of  tall  grass  .

               cry  of  exhaustion  finally  rips  from  cracked  lips  as  knees  give  in  under  couple’s  collective  mass  ,  feet  either  numb  or  in  searing  pain    (    you  can’t  tell  anymore  but  until  the  next  trial  not  even  the  entity  can  take  this  momentary  joy  from  you    )    but  wide  grin  finally  brightens  previously  grim  expression    &    head  turns  to  face  michael  as  kiss  is  pressed  to  pallid  cheek  before  body  shifts  to  cradle  the  other  in  his  lap  ,  tears  leaving  pink  tracks  on  a  red  face  as  all  the  stress  from  the  last  thirty  minutes  pours  from  dwight  like  a  waterfall  while  forms  gently  rock  together  ,  trembling  arms  curled  around  myers’  body    (    he  feels  so  fragile  in  your  arms  ,  like  the  petals  of  a  dying  rose    )    &    digits  curl  into  dark  locks  ,  the  need  to  keep  him  as  close  as  possible  outweighing  the  desire  to  make  the  trek  back  to  camp  .