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@hemoth bites my little lip........ - PLEASE venture over and look at j. <3

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since i'm feelin spicy ........ a starter call for wes too ! multi's must still specify .

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wes knows literally nothing about pop culture, music, or anything like that. they weren't allowed to like things like that. weren't allowed to watch tv, or have hobbies outside of training. they were tools, not people. i think he's tried to explore music, some, since escaping. but he hasn't found anything that he's obsessed with yet. i love the idea of other people sharing their favorite shows/movies/music with him because he's never seen/heard it. i love the idea of him liking things specifically because his partner/friends like it and it reminds him of them. i love the idea of him finally finding his own niche, eventually, and really jamming out.

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another hc bc my brain is LOUD this mornin': the facility, which i call that because that's what they called it when wes was there. really is nothing more than a large farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. the house is huge, with more bedrooms than bathrooms and a kitchen the size of tennessee. jk. i am thinking about the fact that the boys never cooked their own food. like, they weren't allowed in the kitchens at all. weren't allowed to fetch snacks if they were hungry, weren't allowed to eat without being given the food.

they were served three square meals a day & while they weren't required to eat it, they were punished if they didn't. when wes was thirteen he went on a bit of a hunger strike thinkin' that it would change how they were treated in terms of food & eating. it didn't change anything. instead, they starved him for several days & when he was finally allowed to eat again they fed him scraps. he broke, of course. apologizing profusely and begging for normal fuckin' food. he never took his three meals a day for granted again.

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WES HC NUMBER 2 FOR THIS BLOG: wes is literally such a weird sleeper. because of his trauma, if he's not sleeping with someone else he's literally burrowed entirely under the covers && curled into a ball. he does not really care about having a pillow, but will use one occasionally. he HAS to have heavy blankets. has to feel them the entire time he's sleeping or he will wake in a panic. one of the big things they liked to do in the facility was jerk the blankets off of them 'n then dump hot water on them to get them out of bed if they weren't up in time for their liking. it was never like, boiling water or anything. but it was hot enough that it could sting. especially whilst it stuck to their nightclothes.

wes experienced it often, as he was a bit of a heavy sleeper in his teen years && would often sleep through the alarm system that rocked the whole house at 5:30 am. his love for sleep was quickly trampled, and now he barely sleeps more than a few hours at a time. especially now that he's workin' to expose the bad guys™️. he needs all the time he can get.

on the flip side, though, when he's sleeping w/ someone ? he curls around them as protectively as he can get. uses himself as a bit of a human shield in his sleep. he doesn't even really think about it 'till someone points it out.

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gOOOD MORNING!! like this and ill come plot w you!

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i am retiring from my laptop …. but pls feel free to add my discord if we’re mutuals and we can plot up a storm b4 i sleep!! u can catch me at witcherys just lmk who u are !!!

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@devilscheck: i   never   should   have   trusted   you        

her   words   burn   him,      they   set   him   alight   and   leave   him   smoldering.         he   hadn't   wanted   to   betray   her.         sure,   he'd   warned   her   that   he   wasn't   a   good   person.      'i   warned   you   not   to   trust   me'   plays   on   the   edge   of   his   tongue,   but   he's   not   here   to   rub   salt   in   the   wound.         he's   here   to…         fuck,   why   is   he   here   ?         what's   done   is   done.         so   why   doesn't   it   feel   final   ?         hands   twist   in   front   of   him,   tugging   at   the   t-shirt   he   wears.         he's   uncomfortable,   clearly.      

❝         you   shouldn't   have,            ❞         he   agrees,   finally.         ❝         but   you   couldn't   have   known   my   true   intentions.      don't   –      god,   this   sounds   like   total   bullshit   but   i      mean   it.         don't   blame   yourself.         ❞         he   doesn't   want   to   lose   her   ,   but   knows   that   the   likelihood   of   maintaining   their…      whatever   they   had   going   on,   isn't…      it   just   isn't   likely   after   his   betrayal.      ❝         i   am   uh   …      fuck,      i   am   sorry.         okay   ?         ❞         she   wouldn't   understand   why   he   did   what   he   did.         nor   could   he   tell   her.      couldn't   risk   the   story   leaking   to   the   media   before   he   was   ready      –      even   though   he   trusted   her,   to   some   degree,   to   keep   her   mouth   shut…         he   just   couldn't   risk   it.      his   fellow   soldiers   had   died.      the   mere   thought   of   them   steels   him,   reminds   him   of   his   true   goal.      the   complications   of   life   had   distracted   him,   momentarily.         but   not   now.      not   when   their   memory   hangs   in   the   balance.         

❝         feel   free   to   kick   me   in   the   balls,   though      –      if   it'd   make   you   feel   better.         ❞         lips   quirk   upwards,      hopeful   that   the   olive   branch   he'd   just   extended   was   enough.      but   if   it   wasn't,   he   understood   that   too.         what   he'd   done   had   been   horrid      –      had   stabbed   her   directly   in   the   back.      but…      it   hadn't   been   without   good   reason.      she   just…      she   couldn't   know   the   reason,   yet.  

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stares up at him. [ . . . ] hi :)

the   height   difference   is   almost   comical.      it   isn't   abnormal   for   him   to   be   significantly   taller   than   the   person   he's   speaking   with.      wes   is…      above   average,   in   that   category.      standing   at   just   over   six   four,   he's   used   to   looking   down.      but   this   was   different.         the   doe   -   eyed   beauty   in   front   of   him   is…   well,   she's   fuckin'   tiny.         the   girl   couldn't   be   more   than   five   two…   maybe   five   three   on   a   good   day   ?         his   curiosity   brims      –      he'd   have   to   ask,   eventually.         instead   of   allowing   curiosity   to   kill   the   cat.      he   smiles   at   her.      friendly,   approachable.      a   warmth   spreading   through   his   chest   at   the   way   she   looks   at   him.         ❝         hi.         ❞         he   greets   back,      ❝         what's   the   weather   like   down   there   ?         ❞   

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ULTION3M - an independent , mutually exclusive & private rp blog for an original character ( wesley ! ) written by elliott.

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PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

this could get bad.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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slides in here …. plot w wesley ? like this and ill message you !!! also if you prefer my discord is witcherys , which is available to mutuals !

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wesley hc #1 for this blog : bro is lowkey scared of dogs ????? it's more of a discomfort thing though. he's just like ... i can be around them as long as they aren't paying attention to ME. which is so interesting to me !!!! i think a lot of it has to do with the fact that they were never around dogs unless they were training , so they were never allowed to bond with the dogs that they worked with. the dogs were weapons, tools. and they were vicious about it too. so i think he just only really has bad experience with dogs !!!

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

you'll never get what you want .

we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .

nobody ever prepared me for this .

so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?

there's too much blood , i can't stop it .

this is over when i say it's over .

[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .

i never should have trusted you .

this is getting really out of hand , okay ?

i feel like we're not alone .

revenge is the best medicine !

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .

maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?

run . run and don't stop .

i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

the cops are on their way .

would you rather stay here and die ?!

there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .

you aren't going anywhere .

i'm putting you out of your misery .

i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .

you shouldn't have touched that .

we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?

why are you following me ?

there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

don't move ... a fucking muscle .

fuck , the door is locked from the other side .

don't get ... dead , okay ?

that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .

did you really think it would be that easy ?

we've come too far , we can't turn around now .

put down the [ weapon ] . please .

come on , help me barricade the door .

[ name ] , is that ... blood ?

haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .

it was you ? YOU did this ?!

you are gonna fucking pay .

i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...

i want you to admit what you did .

hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .

do you think they're watching us right now ?

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

let them go ... please , just let them go .

oh my god , what the hell was that ?!

you know i'm capable of this .

i had to ... i had no choice .

you don't have the guts .

this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .

what we're dealing with isn't even human .

you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .

stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .

i've done bad things to good people .

if they catch us , they will kill us .

why are you covered in blood ?

i can't ... i can't feel my -

[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .

what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .

there is an evil in you . i see it .

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

forget about me , just save them .

what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?

you aren't supposed to be here .

please don't . i'm begging you .

are you scared ?

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .

[ name ] , this isn't you .

well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!

get out of my house before i call the cops .

you're going to regret that .

there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .

if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .

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he   started   watching   the   fires   more   closely   after   the   first   two.      it   was   just   too   much   to   be   a   coincidence.      he   was   obsessing,   really.      every   little   detail   he   could   find   —   every   little   snippet   of   information   found   in   the   news   —   the   fires   were   started   by   a   person,   that’s   all   the   police   seemed   to   know.      even   the   cameras   around   the   scene…   well,   they   were   worthless.   the   one   camera   had   only   caught   a   snippet   of   a   person.      whomever   it   was   knew   where   the   cameras   were   located   —   they   were   avoiding   them.      skillfully   so.      it   frustrated   him.      usually   he   had   no   trouble   finding   those   he   wanted   to   find.      but   that   was   the   problem,   wasn’t   it?      he   had   no   idea   who   he   was   looking   for.      he   had   hopes,   of   course.      but   there   was   no   reason   for   him   to   believe   that   any   of   his   fellow   soldiers   —   his   brothers,   had   survived   the   culling.      his   hope   was   a   fragile   thing,   though.      alight   in   his   chest   in   a   way   he   wishes   it �� wasn’t.      it   would   only   crush   him.      

weeks   pass,   but   wesley   doesn’t   stop.      he   follows   the   fires   closely,   watching   for   any   signs   of   a   mistake   until   …   finally,   he   can’t   take   it   anymore.      he’s   sure   he   knows   who’s   next   —   is   almost   certain,   with   the   way   that   calculated   way   they   seemed   to   happen.      and   so   he   takes   a   risk.         this   will   be   as   close   as   he’s   gotten   to   any   of   them   since   he   escaped.      the   idea   scares   him   —   terrifies   him,   really.      but   he   has   to   know.      has   to   be   sure.      slinking   around   outside   of   a   mansion   that   has   cameras   on   almost   every   square   inch   of   the   property   is   terrifying.      he’s   sure   that   he   remembers   exactly   where   to   step,   but   that   doesn’t   mean   that   he   doesn’t   worry.   

he   finds   ash   easily,   actually.      there   were   only   so   many   blind   spots   and   asher   —   well,   he   was   nothing   if   not   predictable.      they’d   been   close,   too   close.      trained   together,   bunked   together.         the   boys   had   their   own   rooms   at   the   facility,   but   they   were   allowed   to   move   freely   between   them.      towards   the   end,   wes   rarely   slept   in   his   own   bed.      it   was   safer   together.      or   so   they’d   thought.      the   relief   is   squandered   by   the   look   on   asher’s   face   —   the   pure   malice   as   flames   lick   up   his   arms.      wes   wants   to   touch   him         —         to   feel   him   pressed   against   hind.      to   know   that   he’s   real.         he’s   alive.         

suddenly;   an   alarm   sounds   inside      &      wes   knows   they’ve   been   spotted.      one   of   the   guards   must’ve   changed   their   usual   route,   or   something.      fear   licks   up   his   throat,   and   his   words   are   near   -   silent   as   he   sputters   out:            ❝         fuck         —         just   leave   it,   we   gotta   go   !         ❞      

@racointeur ( asher ! ): let   me   handle   it   ,   just   go   !      

asher’s   words   are   harsh,   flames   licking   up   his   arms.         wes   had   always   believed   that   his   brethren   had   been   a   flame,   but…   of   course   they   weren’t   allowed   to   know   what   each   other’s   affinities   were.            ❝         no   .         i'm   not   leaving   you   again.         never   again.      ❞         wesley   means   every   word.         he'd   ran,   once.         been   a   coward,   once.      this   time      ?         he'd   go   down   in   flames   before   leaving   asher   behind again.            

❝         if   you   go   down   ?         we   go   down   together.         let   me   help.         ❞   

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good morning !!! come bother me for plots right now or else ur a cOWARD.