#actiongrrl

[jesvshotsaucechristmascake]

@actiongrrl is probably going to regret this.

"Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit."

ㅤ"Fuuuuuck." If he was being honest, Mike wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or be especially pissed about the fact that he’d survived actual monsters from some kind of nightmare in some of the creepiest places he’d ever been in, yet somehow some little asshole terrier had managed to ruin his day. It just seemed like the experiences and the points he’d taken in badassery should have prepared him to avoid little shits like that, but it really wasn’t like he’d expected trouble in the dog park in broad daylight. “I’ll live, could be worse,” he offered, putting on a smile like it was totally nothing despite them both knowing it was absolutely something.

ㅤWolfie was on the floor next to the dining room chair he was sat in, furry bulk pressed up against his leg despite laying down and at least pretending to look like he was chilling out - the pressure he was exerting against Mike's calf said otherwise, but he got it. The wolf dog had been incredibly well-behaved despite that little demon thing rushing him, yapping and growling and not on a leash. Wolfie had growled and raised his hackles in warning, but as soon as Mike had told him no, Wolfie had stepped back and Mike thought him stepping into the little dog's way would provide a physical barrier; it didn't, and instead he found himself ducking to catch the little dog in mid-leap - predominantly with his left hand because the angle was awkward, and then he'd gotten little teeth clamped down over the meat of his thumb and hand for his efforts. Wolfie had been extremely opposed to this development and the snarling at the threat that would attack Mike had been scarier than Mike would have liked, given how scary the dog already looked, but that little shit would have been a snack for Wolfie if he'd actually tried.

ㅤ"I really don't get how people don't know that their nasty small dogs are a problem off the leash when they're literally rushing other dogs and people," he complained, like that would cover up the problem that was incoming in the form of peeling bandages away from his ruined fingers to check on the still healing wounds. Everything else was doing well enough that most of the colors were gone from his bruises and the bandage jobs on the clawmarks had been slowly shrinking as the edge areas that weren't as deep didn't need to be covered, but his hand was the worst of it. They were bleeding again, because jamming them into a scrabbling little shitstorm of a body hadn't been his best idea. "You know you don't have to do this, I can get it. It's gross as fuck."

[wavrlynatural]

@actiongrrl

"I think it's safe to say we've all seen some things that we'd like to forget.. I'd sure like to forget whatever it is you're doing."

[slashervideo]

➠@actiongrrl asked: ❛  why would i lie to you?  ❜

.·:*¨ ✘★✘ ¨*:·.  "Why would you tell me the truth?!" the counter argument was sharp with a desperation in wide blue eyes. "Ugh!" Josh yelled as he grabbed his head, shaking it as though trying to dispel an unseen pain. He was losing it. Again. He tried desperately to cling to sanity, but every time he got a firm grasp, it turned to water in his hands. "Everyone died. Everyone died and I killed them!" He'd seen it happen, didn't he? The monster ripped apart his friends before turning on to him. A monster that he knew couldn't exist because monsters weren't real. Which led Josh to only one possible conclusion: the nightmares he'd been seeing were a delusion to hide the fact that he'd taken his joke too far...

What his weak mind wasn't able to process at the moment, however, was that no one had died. They'd lived.

But monsters are very, very real.

[punishdsin]

Welcome to Silent Hill, @actiongrrl. We've been expecting you.

Silent Hill was a town shrouded in darkness, its streets enveloped in a thick fog that seemed to swallow sound and light alike. Tall, skeletal buildings loomed ominously on either side of the narrow, winding streets, their facades cracked and weathered from years of neglect. Broken windows gaped like empty eye sockets, and rusted metal fixtures jutted out at odd angles, casting twisted shadows in the dim light.

As Sunderland ventured deeper into the heart of the town, he could feel the crushing weight of Silent Hill pressing down on him, a suffocating blanket of despair that seemed to seep into his very bones. The air was thick with an otherworldly chill, the fog swirling around him like the tendrils of some malevolent entity, obscuring his vision and distorting reality itself.

Every step he took seemed to echo through the desolate streets, the sound reverberating off the decaying buildings like a mournful lament. Strange, unearthly noises drifted through the fog, a cacophony of moans and whispers that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the town itself.

Occasionally, James would catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of his eye, a fleeting shadow darting between the abandoned buildings, or the faint rustle of something unseen lurking in the darkness. Yet whenever he turned to investigate, there was nothing but the empty expanse of fog, swallowing everything in its murky embrace.

James caught sight of the figure peering through the thick fog, his heart skipped a beat. It was a young girl, her form barely discernible amidst the swirling mist. His instincts screamed at him to be cautious, to stay on guard.

Yet, despite the nagging sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, James couldn't shake the feeling of empathy that stirred within him. The girl's presence seemed incongruous amidst the desolation of Silent Hill, a lone beacon of innocence in a sea of darkness.

Torn between his instincts for self-preservation and the impulse to reach out to the girl, James hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. But as he watched her, he saw something in her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability, a silent plea for understanding.

Steeling himself against the oppressive weight of the fog, James took a cautious step forward. " Hey there, " he called out, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and concern.

" Are you lost? " James asked, his voice soft.

[notyetdeadkennedy]

Character Flaws

BOLD what always applies to your muse; ITALICIZE what sometimes applies to your muse; STRIKE OUT what never applies to your muse.

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[actiongrrl]

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍɴᴇꜱꜱ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ."

#actiongrrl is an Indie Headcanon based Sam Giddings originally of Supermassive Games' UNTIL DAWN, Survived by Victoria (she / her), 28. #AAPI 15 years of experience, 10 on tumblr

Mutuals Only. Selective. Minors DNI. HORROR THEMES PRESENT.

Heavily Affiliated with; @jesvshotsaucechristmascake

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[jesvshotsaucechristmascake]

@actiongrrl could do it, we believe in her.

"if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work."

ㅤ"Okay, first of all, don't cut yourself short because we both know you could list at least half of them in a single frustrated sentence right now if you tried," he pointed out, which was not helpful and he knew it even before it said it, but it was delivered with a soft, easy smile and tilt of his head, fond as all hell despite the fact that she was very adamantly telling him he was wrong and probably kind of dumb. "But, second, everyone's talking and showing up at a party isn't the worst way to spend a Friday night. It might kill some of the novelty factor about us if we're actually, you know, seen in public."

ㅤWas it possible that it would be a catastrophe? Sure. For as social as he'd been all his life, he'd been strangely opposed to being in groups of people he'd considered friends before, even if they weren't close. It was a weird mindset, watching them all be carefree and stupid, playing jokes and horsing around, getting drunk and getting laid - it was all shit that he'd done and enjoyed, thought he'd still enjoy, and yet something about it chafed. Maybe it was time to rip the bandage off and put on a good show of it, like his mother said. Be seen, maybe have some fun in the process. "What if I promise to leave right away with you, take you right home, if you're having a shit time? I'll play bodyguard, nobody gets to say anything you don't like, it'll be your own personal secret service. You might have fun with it."

[jesvshotsaucechristmascake]

@actiongrrl continued from here because she's a terrible influence!

ㅤMike would have liked to have said that there had been some big plan in mind for Wolfie's name, that he'd thought it out and was making the 'joke' before anyone else could, but the fact of the matter was that he'd referred to the wolf as that in the moment and it had stuck. Better than 'big guy' and 'good boy' all the time, though those also fit, obviously. He had some interesting discussions ahead of him, but he was determined and it wasn't something he had to deal with that day. Night? He had no idea what time it was and given he was a few minutes out from another long nap, he didn't think it mattered.

ㅤ"Looks like I'm not the only one headed for some painkillers," he pointed out, watching her look over her hands and wishing he had the energy to be faux-mad about the 'redneck cousin vibes' she'd just dropped between them, but they were both fading, and the nurse seemed to have super senses about that kind of thing because she was there and ready to move them along. "Good, cause you know, Wolfie would miss you. And I need anything that's going to promote healing, at this rate."

ㅤHe gave her an attempt at the cocky smirk that he was so well known for at that, even a wink, but it was hindered by the bruising, black eye and split lip. Still, he offered up a wave of a bandaged hand almost like a little salute while the nurse approached to likely get Sam settled and then come back for him. "Yes to movie, you can even pick it."

ㅤAs expected, he was gone to the world right after he got the painkillers, but at least it was sweet relief, and so began a cycle of sleep, company and dealing with nurses and doctors that thankfully didn't last more than a few days. There was a surprisingly helpful cop (agent) from the day of their rescue who made friends enough with Wolfie to help with walking him until Mike could get his ass up consistently, and then very likely pulled some strings that Mike wasn't asking about to help with getting Wolfie on a plane with Mike and Sam back to California. From what he'd heard, he was the last one ready to leave and it was mostly his fingers that they were really focusing on at that point. Well, that and the head injuries before he got on a plane - seemed like a good idea.

ㅤGetting through security had seemed like a task, but compared to what he was headed home to, he was okay if it was a circus for a little while. Naturally, his parents had been in touch because he wasn't underage anymore, but he was still a college student living out of the dorms and very clearly not going back to school right away. That meant that he was headed home, and his mother was not going to be happy with the look of him - or his new dog. He almost tried to hitch a ride with Sam and her dad when they met up with the man at the airport, but he pulled a smile and apologized for not shaking hands with a show of bandages (and Wolfie's leash in the least damaged one) and hoped he didn't look as utterly wrecked as he still felt. Then, his own dad was coming out of the crowd waiting by the arrivals area and he leaned in for a quick, gentle hug on Sam and promised he'd talk to her soon.

ㅤSoon didn't come quite fast enough, but he finally made his escape down the street on foot under the pretense of walking Wolfie and just made for an extended trip when he showed up at Sam's house two days after the plane, pulling his sunglasses off to grin at her at the door. "Hey. I was in the neighborhood."

[jesvshotsaucechristmascake]

-- Matter of Trust

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