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;  on  @/wiredifferently  !

:;          pls

/     u   got   free   reign   bb,   drop   anything

@vitallydecisive ㅤㅤwe've all been through worse by now.

@napstime ㅤㅤ[ bobbing his head once in confirmation before coming to his feet, the other male departed without so much as a glance over his shoulder. though his features didn't express much in the way of emotion, every second he was away from quentin forced further anxiety to creep up his throat; fearful that the survivor would end up dead before he got back. it made him a bit more bold ( read : /reckless/ ) in his haste to get back — yet no sign of anna was near, and soon enough jake was once again crouched before the male, rifling through the well-stocked medkit for the supplies needed ] .. keep an eye out for me, okay?

*   though  hazy  vision  ,    he  tried  to  scan  their  surroundings  as  well  .   the  corners  of  his  eyes  were  blurred  and  distorted  ,   but  his  heartbeat  was  calm  .   still  .   almost  too  still  .   he  suppressed  a  groan  as  he  was  lowered  to  the  ground  ,   a free  hand  now  coming  up  to  the  wound  that  pierced  through  his  body  and  pressing  ,   as  if  it  was  do  anything  *  yeah  ,   i’ll  be  fine  ..   do  what  you  need  to  do  .  

@napstime ㅤㅤ[  equally as quiet as quentin, the shorter male continued to move without pause, keeping an eye out for the huntress' large form. it wouldn't help, really, with her hatchets .. but he'd rather take the blow for quentin if it came to it, so he continued to carefully observe their surroundings, before reaching one of the decrepit brick walls that would hide them from sight. lowering the other to the ground gently, grey hues came to meet their own tired ones, oddly calm for the situation ] will you be fine on your own? i need to go get a medkit.

@entitycalls ㅤㅤ[ the nonchalance of the killer only serves to irk jake, and he finds himself falling silent once again, brows pinched in a mixture of pain and concentration. hands tighten anxiously, over and over again, upon the hooks bloodied tip. it would serve no purpose, really, to force himself off. but the entities claws were already forming above his head, and pissing frank off further would make it worth it .. so jake inhales, steady and sure, raises his arms above his head and grips the metal tightly, then /heaves/ with his entire body. arms quiver, muscle and flesh tear, his left ankle rolls sharply when it hits the ground, unsteady, causing him to stumble — once towards frank, before jake backpedals on unsteady feet, as far away as he can get ]

*   in  all  honesty , frank  was  a  little  ticked  off  about  letting  the  other  survivors  go . knowing  the  consequences  when  he  failed  to  please  the  entity  but  fuck  the  entity . jake  has  been  pissing  him  off  lately  so  he’d  rather  take  the  consequences  just  to  see  him  suffer . although  jake  was  speaking  to  him , frank  had  been  caught  up  in  his  own  thoughts  to  the  point  he  barely  caught  half  of  what  jake  was  saying .   *   whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night . i  won’t  be  a  debbie  downer  and  bring  down  your   “ win .   “

@entitycalls ㅤㅤ[  /fuck/  .  he really was screwed. willing his features to remain unbothered and neutral, the survivalist continues to throw snark — after all, what better way to spend his fleeting time than pissing off a killer? ] you sacrifice me. good for you. but /i'm/ the one who dies with the satisfaction of knowing that i got under your skin enough for you to sit here and let everyone else slip through your fingers. i don't know about you, but that seems like a win for ME.

/   hand  those  one  liners  over , give  me  T I R E D  of  franks  shit

@fearsdead   /   YESYESYES AHH I'VE MISSED THE FANDOM