#shrillringing

Holy shit. How’d we get here? How many people actually like Trash Mouth over here? Fucking scary, is what it is. Honestly, it’s really cool that in such a short time Lucas has seen this much attention, and he’s an absolute darling muse to me. I wanted to do something a bit big, mainly because I’ve never done these before, so beyond the ‘This is the bias list of boyz I enjoy rping with’ I’m going to do a form of raffle that will end on April 27th-- incidentally my birthday. 

VIP Birthday List

@shrillringing - Very lovely to talk to. I enjoy talking with you, no matter the subject. I’m rather glad we’ve got a thread going, even if Lucas is being an asshole in it. When is he not being an asshole? Hopefully we can figure that out together. Beyond that, I do hope we get to talk and do more things. You seem chill.

@fuckbirthdays​ - I’ve claimed you, in a none weird way. You’re really cool, my friend, and I’m pretty sure you were the first person I officially interacted with within this fandom. I’m super slow and lazy with responses and memes, but I do hope we can get some more Lucas and Clancy into the world. No matter the topic, I think it would be fun, also I’m itching for meta. 

@daaughter - Please love me. Please don’t be mad at Lucas for the dumb shit he does-- well, be mad at that. He’s an asshole. Anyways, I enjoy your take on Zoe, it’s rather interesting. I’m absolutely in love.  <3

@pete-walken​ - Me me big boy. I love Pete, love how you’ve worked him out. He’s interesting, didn’t think of him much until you showed up. Which is a good thing, because there is so much potential there. Love you!!! Love your art! I need to commission you sometime, dear.

@batomos - Fuck me. I have a lot to say about you, but for the sake of sanity I’ll attempt to condense it. You, personally, are one of the most amazing persons that I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Nothing makes me happier than rping and talking to you, and while I’m shit at it, I need you to know that I honestly enjoy your company. I love the way we’ve developed our characters separate and in relation to each other ( scout and asher you know ) and I hope we can do the same with a million more muses. 

@fkingbakers - Hnnng. The fuck do I say here. You’re cool ?? I wanna be your friend ??? Please, the birthday room isn’t that bad. I feel like there’s potential for dumb ass aus and fist fights. 

@ask-ethan-winters - What are we. Explain it to me, please. Anyways, I love this guy, he’s uber sweet and I need to get my ass in gear to rp with him. I helped him with homework once that was cool. Plus, he’s pretty silly. Good guy, 10/10, everyone rp with them.

@eldritchfled - Please love me. 

Birthday Raffle

As I said earlier, the raffle will end on April 27th at midnight. So, don’t worry much about it, you have time. Every like/reblog is counted as a single entry-- you can only really get one ‘ticket’. Here’s the spreadsheet to see names and ticket numbers. You can also shoot me a message and ask for a ticket.

Now, onto prizes. Aesthetics, Art, Writing, and Favors

1st - Aesthetic Package #1 ( consists of 20 aesthetic boards to be made by me ). Very little limitations, will talk about what I will and won’t do when we get there. - Art Package #1 ( consists of 10 pieces of decently okay art ). Same rules of the aesthetic package.  - Writing Package #1 ( consists of at least 3 pieces of writing, depending on length of each piece ).  - 3 Big favors. Whatever you want, within reason.  - My hand in marriage, if a man. 

2nd - Aesthetic Package #2 ( consists of 10 aesthetic boards ) - Art Package #2 ( consists of 5 pieces of decently okay art ) - Writing Package #2 ( consists of at least 2 pieces of writing, depending on length of each piece ). - 2 Big favors. 

3rd - Aesthetic Package #3 ( consists of 5 aesthetic boards ). - Art Package #3 ( consists of 1 piece of decently okay art ) - Writing Package #3 ( consists of 1 piece of writing ). - 1 Big favor

“Ah, don’t mention it. I’ll do anythin’ to lend a hand.”

AND I SET FIRE TO THE AM / accepting

here’s one for you, resident evil fandom

sheva alomar did nothing wrongsheva alomar did nothing wrongsheva alomar did nothing wrong 

sheva alomar did nothing wrong 

i dont care if you’re playing pro mode and she chooses to shoot the guy coming at you instead of respond to the 0.5 seconds you have while in dying mode before you actually die as though she doesn’t understand the concept of increased difficulty. i don’t care if she picks up a green herb and despite the fact that you have a red one in your inventory and intended to combine them, immediately uses it on you because your health is in the orange as if she doesn’t understand resource longevity. 

fun fact!!! she doesn’t understand these concepts!!! and further fun fact!!! chris is just this dumb when he’s the ai partner and you’re playing sheva!!!! 

people need to separate the shitty ai with the trope of the ‘annoying partner’ trope. i’ve seen so many fanarts that are outright derogatory to sheva or mean to her IN A STORY SENSE because of how the AI TELLS HER TO ACT in game. i get it man! you’re frustrated! you don’t have patience for her! i’ve played pro mode too, i understand the ai is literally the biggest hurdle to getting that all-important 100% completion!! 

So, so, apparently, Alys could now add ‘horror movie’ to the list of fictional media she had created to fit episodes of her life. Soap opera, depressing indie flick, cop t.v show and now, horror movie. Why wasn’t it ever a rom-com? She would’ve appreciated it, but no, apparently she had to go through this.

It was just meant to be a quick investigation regarding the numerous disappearances surrounding the ‘Dulvey Haunted House', but of course - of course, it wouldn’t ‘just’ be a missing persons case. Judging from the noises she heard - she didn’t even know someone could scream like that, fuck - her partner (who had accidentally separated from her) was already dead and she’d be next soon. She had no time to mourn, only time to keep run.

Why, in the ever-loving fuck, did the higher-ups think it would be a good fucking idea to only send only two fucking people to a place where so many fucking people had- had- She didn’t want to think about what had happened to the others, knowing that if her mind dipped into it, she’d be throwing up all over the fucking ground and throwing herself to hell.

   Ophelia, swearing is unladyl-

   Fuck her, bust out your library of curse-words, you’re gonna fucking die you might as well use so-

For once, she forced her thoughts to shut up. She didn’t have time to indulge in her little world, she had to be present. Part of her contemplated just ending her life here and now, scared that she’d meet a worse fate and scared of the nightmares she knew would come if she somehow managed to escape alive. After all, there were still a couple of bullets left...

She was already in tears and frightened out of her mind before hearing a sudden noise, her arms moved quicker than before, blindly aiming her gun. Adrenaline pumping through her body made her fingers twitch, fuck, the trigger's pulled and a loud bang-

“Come on, Zoe. Hey-- hey, come on Zoe! Shhh, shh. It’s gonna’ be alright, keep thinkin’ it and quit your whinin’. Your little boyfrien’ ain’t just gonna leave you all alone now is he?”

Taunting, taunting, taunting. Lucas was always taunting someone, wasn’t he? Even before that little bitch came; one could have caught Lucas taunting with his mind because he was smarter, had kept trying to keep things normal, keeping himself from breaking like a straining cord, didn’t matter much now. Could taunt as much as he wanted; an itch in his voice, high pitched and pulled from the throat, laced sweetly with childish taunt.

She didn’t know shit! Too fucking stupid to realize that everything was better, that some people didn’t want to give back-- didn’t want to reverse the clock and make everything ‘normal’ again. Everything would have been great if Eveline wasn’t forcing a parade of a fucked family were there wasn’t one. No, no, no. Nothing like Ma’ and Pa’-- didn’t think this ‘gift’ was great the same way they did.

The mind was too clear, they scrapped the mold off his brain with deft fingers and small vials, put a nice, new shiny coat of free will on it, too. Just a little spying to be nice and shiny, like his trophies in that fucking room. Should have locked the girl in the attic, make her another Oliver: fucking bully.

“Ooh’wee. Zoe. You think your little boyfrien’ could help me get a girlfrien’. Need one real bad, Zoe, maybe you wouldn’be such a stupid cunt if I had one. Ye-ye-yeah?” Lucas brought a hand up, finger scratching at the ridge of his cheekbone and spreading a thinning trail of blood along it, his fingernail was missing. Pulled it off again to show, wouldn’t yet grow back. 

“Another girl in the house, one that ain’t--” Can’t call her a bitch aloud, instead he chooses to get real close to Zoe’s face, looking like some fucked cryptid in the way he swayed. A real gentle but strange sway, fingers trailing up to pull down the flesh of his eye. Blue eye bugged wide, lips tugged back into a grin and showed those rotten teeth and a tongue too pale.

“Zoe Baker, right? I heard from Ethan Winters that you were still alive somewhere on the premises of your Family’s estate. I’m glad you are doing well.” 

    This was frustrating, to say the least. The last place she wanted to be, if     anywhere. It was an odd feeling, not wanting to be there but not sure if     she wanted to be anywhere anymore. Still, the room was clean, the air     smelling of papers and wood, ten times better than the rot she had been     used to smelling. It was comforting, unfamiliar.  Zoe heard the question,     her eyes blinking tiredly at the detective, but didn’t really reply all too quickly.     She actually wasn’t too sure how to answer his question, if these people     would even believe her.

     Zoe didn’t want to talk about this. She never wanted to talk about this and      wouldn’t, if she could help it. Still, they dragged her down here, she     doubted they’d let her go if she didn’t at least talk a little bit.

     Shit…

     “I, uh…I don’t remember the date,” she said, crossing her arms as she      looked down at the table in front of her in thought, trying to explain it      without visualizing it too much. “It was durin’ the aftermath of the hurricane,      or what was said to be…my daddy had went out into the bayou with my      brother and found Mia, then…the girl shortly after they got her settled into      my trailer. It all happened so fast after that, my mama first…”

   A SIMPLE ENOUGH QUESTION that would only bring about so many more questions-- as always. An assuring fact that it was a sign that they were being led down in the right direction from there. A long road that would of course take many turns to get there, but paved with the possibility of a BIG REVELATION to finally close the book on it all. 

   FOR ALL THAT SHE HAD SEEN and experienced, they themselves were supposedly fortunate for not coming across themselves. Even as the soft aroma of caffeine beans and sweeten milk wafted through the cool air, no one would ever truly feel comfortable in this room. The overall cleanliness of the room itself seemed unfamiliar to the woman-- and yet, she didn’t necessarily appear to mind it all that much, either.