#hcsuffered

[lostxtosunlight]

@hcsuffered liked for a small Isen starter

"I'm afraid that, while you choose to stay on my territory, you are either with me or against me. I suggest you make your choice quickly."

#hcsuffered #( idk hope this is okay ) #( isen is kind of arrogant ) #char; isen

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon tilts his head acknowledging that someone or something was there, the blindfold over his eyes only concealing what they looked like.

"I wouldn't touch the blood, it's acidic." He says far too casually for someone who was currently covered in said blood.

Most of it drips in thick lines from his elbows down to his fingertips. The rest was pooling at his feet where someone used to be, though prior they were hardly human. Simply a hollow husk which was being used by something else to commit atrocities. The only way to remove the parasite was to basically liquefy the host, which was the cause of the mess currently all around and on the Ferryman.

@hcsuffered // closed.

#[ closed starter ] #hcsuffered

[illholy]

@sosordid @hcsuffered , ty both for single-handedly keeping this blog alive actually.

#sosordid #hcsuffered #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ ooc. #* at this point i just assume y'all been captured by the evil corporation or is asleep if u guys don't interact with me. #* i love u both

[vivummortuus]

❝ -------- So your telling me, this is a MANDELLA EFFECT!!? ❞ Confusion clouded her soft voice. Free fingers wrapped around the butt of her .455 magnum. Unsure of what it was she had been seeing. Or what it was she was asked to come here for, in the first place. Usually she was sent out with her team on a rendezvous. Either to clear out Bio Weapons or tyrants, never had she been sent in just her, alone. Gun trained on the room before her as she had entered. The room had given off a strange sensation, it felt off from the second she opened the door. But being a Bio Weapon, or Tyrant, she didn't believe so. This had all the characterizations of another dimension, or as it was more referred to as, Matrixing. Not something, even someone like her. that fought Zombies and Monsters that were experiments had really thought was real. It only took her a few seconds to try radioing her captain. But the walkie was not working, so she had to call Wesker on his cellphone. A agitated sigh rolled through the speaker, invading her ears. She knew when the captain was irritated. And this reaction only made her upset, because she had been sent in with little to no information on what she was going up against.

‵ Listen, Mrs. Stark! There is someone there, that we want you to get out safely. He has drawn attention to himself, and we are eager to find out more about him. Can you please do that, it isn't that hard for you. Now is it? ‘

The audacity of Wesker, talking to her like she was some little girl who couldn't handle the big boy jobs. For all she knew this guy, was some guy who worked in I.T and all the guys were sitting back in S.T.A.R.S HQ laughing at her. Fingers holstered her gun, as she turned to face the door she had came through. She wasn't doing this, she wasn't going to be treated like a joke. But before she could take a step forward, she heard a loud sound coming from her left. Which caused her to yank out her gun. Spinning toward the sound, with her gun raised, and the flashlight positioned beneath the gun. Flshing the light slowly around the room.

❝ Hello! ❞

#•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• [ Interactions ] Mark Heathcliff / HcSuffered #•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• [ Main Verse; S.T.A.R.S Verse ] #hcsuffered #Sorry this took so long <3 #Hope this is ok

[eatend]

The lake hums, some creature beneath crooning their ancient song  ;   ⸻ ethereal melody beckoning, a foreign tongue that pleas for your attention all the same. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒔. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒔. ( They are so needy, he thinks. )

Laios did love those chanteuses. Love their little songs and toothy mouths. ❛❛ Too close to the edge, they might just snatch you in. ❜❜ His warning holds no worry, chaperone instead with a brilliant smile, a firm hand wrapped around his stranger's ( @hcsuffered ) upper arm and pulling : close to himself, where presumably he's much, much safer.

#hcsuffered #◜𝑽 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ none ╱ ɴᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴅ. #◜𝐋 ◞ ⸻ ⃰⊹ ic. #* MARK HELLO MY BELOVED.

[mjm5655]

semi-plotted starter for @hcsuffered

❝ so this is yer first time in japan, eh ? ❞

majima eyed his newest worker up, he decided he wanted to get to know the poor soul, so he decided what better way than to go down underground, watch a few fighting matches in the coliseum, & maybe even have a few drinks. it's something the other could enjoy too as majima was pretty certain the other didn't speak a word of japanese, & plus, nearly every other activity there was out there was more boring than watching two buff men going at it.

❝ sit down, my treat ... ya'll enjoy this, ya don't get fighting matches like this anywhere else ! ❞

mainly because it was highly illegal, the fighters here would often go until the loser dropped dead.

#hcsuffered #﴾ MAJIMA ⸨ IC ⸩ #/here we go :)

[perpetualshade]

mark walks over to the fridge, opening it and taking out a jug of orange juice. glances over at the cabinet of cups readily available ——— instead, he opens the jug and drinks it STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CONTAINER.

☨- "This poorly, outdated, barbaric routine of man, never fails to amaze me." Belial speaks from behind him. Dripping with acidic covered sarcasm, thick enough to melt through the core of the planet. The unrecognized deity was dressed, tailored in his gothic-coded business fashion to maim, watching him with disdain. Cigarette between his dark mystic rings- covered fingers. Watching his adopted nephew drink the juice, like a deprived animal, that hasn't seen a pool of aqua in many rainless days in the jungle.

"Which would you prefer Mark. The chuncla or a tube worth of toothpaste shoveled into that orifice?"

#hcsuffered #⛓️Bring your sins to my doorstep⛓️ ask box: #Mverse;thedevilisreal #Bel: kids were gods biggest mistakes i swear.

[devourhcpe]

@hcsuffered | Liked For a Starter

′ ▁▁▁▁ WAKEY, WAKEY ALLISON! ‵

A soft groan spilled past pink lips, barely able to make more then a cracked whimper. Due to her dry , parched throat, something that she had caused from the never ending nightmare that kept interrupting her , usual sleepless nights. That shrilly, horrific voice whispered loudly inside her head, causing half lidded eyes to flutter open. The illuminated clock on the nightstand reading, 3:15 am. Confused green hues stared at the endless dark, that bled from one corner of her room to, the other. Visions of something moved slightly, in and out of focus.

Causing her to raise up onto her elbows, blinking back the morning tears from her eyes. Why was she awake? It wasn't because of the nightmare this time! No, it was some other reason, something she couldn't quite remember. Manicured fingers grabbed the covers, flinging them back from her body. As the cool air brushed along her skin, leaving goosebumps in there wake. The fog of sleep was starting to dissipate from her now, as she swung her feet to the cold wood floor below. Arms folded across her small frame, as she made her way into the bathroom. And for a moment, she had forgot she was tormented by a Demon that would never leave her.

At least until she flickered on the bathroom lights, and the vision of a black mass appeared behind her in the Mirror. And that shrieky voice turned deep, as it slithered in and out of her mind. And the sound of white noise once again returned, causing her to cry out in frustration. The sight of the horrific mass behind her caused her to scream, as tears fell from her eyes, stinging her cheeks as they rolled down. The voices, so many dark, demonic voices plagued her thoughts. And she heard the one, the one that had her in it's grasp. Whispering louder over the others.

′ Find Him, Do it, Find Him and let me have a taste, ALLISON! ‵

Allison slammed her hands against the porcelain, feeling the stinging effects immediately wash over her joints. She screamed in both, fatigue, and , anger. ❝ No, I don't know who you are talking about, but FUCK YOU. I won't do it. ❞ But the voices only continued, getting louder and more intense as the static became to much for any sane person to handle.

Anger washed over her as she flung out her hands, knocking the contents on the sink, to go tumbling to the tile below. Her cries ripped from her throat, as she slammed the door to the bathroom open, sending it crashing into the wall. She didn't know who the demon wanted her to hurt now, but she wasn't going to do it. If she had to strap herself to the bed with handcuffs, she wasn't leaving her home.

′ __________ MARK HEATHCLIFF, Allison. ‵

The screeching, howling, and what was that sound mixed in with the voices. It sounded horrifying, could it be Hell! She wasn't sure, but they were repeating his name inside her head, with no breaks in between. And the continuation of the sounds was giving her SENSORY OVERLOAD.

❝ FINE, I'' GO FIND HIM. Just please, stop, give me a moment to breath. ❞

She had caved, again. Giving the Demon what it wanted, what they wanted. Her eyes were swollen and red from the tears, as she headed toward the door. Keys and purse barely in hand. She was broken, dead inside. She had no life, no friends, and noone to help her. Excpet Her Brother and she was not going to drag him into this. She just would do as it wanted, time after time. And this time, as always she let it guide her to Mark.

#𓆩♡𓆪 __________ V; I SEE DEAD PEOPLE | MAIN VERSE #𓆩♡𓆪 __________ STARTERS #hcsuffered #Hi Bby #I hope this is okay

[lostxtosunlight]

@hcsuffered liked for a Raito starter

"You know, if you can't carry out a job, the least you could do is step out of the way."

#hcsuffered #char; raito #( starting off strong lol )

[fantasmalforces]

💜 @hcsuffered liked for a starter with Brahm! 💜

For once, he’s not in the forest.

Someways up the mountain where his cave is, on the other side of some stone cliffs overlooking the meadow the belt of trees and shrubbery that separates it from the distant road is a little cottage. A witch’s winter home. And every year at the start of the winter season, the Nightcaller makes his way up the steep crags to lay in the field behind her home. He lays in the wildflowers, watching the wild deer and the birds as they come to the edge of the lake to sip from water so clear, the fish that live in the deepest part of it are still visible even from the very edge of the bank. It’s a necessary trip. One to help maintain himself as he makes an attempt to hibernate through the coldest part of the season.

And this time, he’s brought Mark with him!

“Well!” The kindly old witch exclaims, laughing as she leans back on the stump she’s perched on before the cryptid. Her German accent is thick and sweet as an old, loving grandmother’s. “He’s not usually so well-behaved! He must be trying to impress you.~” The woman coos to Mark, teasing the beast with a pat on his bony snout before returning to clipping down his long claws. He grunts softly, jerking in her grasp with every loud, resounding CLICK from her clippers and watching as he loses inches off of his false-hooves. “This is your first time accompanying him, yes? Perhaps I should show you what I’m doing here so you two won’t have to make such a long journey up here next year.”

#// I hope this works!! #closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #hcsuffered #( m : brahm baker // the nightcaller )

[illholy]

he plants a kiss on her cheek, scowl still in place. warmth certainly does BREED infection / NURTURE IT. REGURGITATE IT. "Wanna hang out?"

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     i will always love you ⤿ @hcsuffered. Breed infection??? Imma breed HIM. lol

❝ Is asking really necessary ? ❞ She hums, pointless tune airy against her lips, a slight pleasant tingle upon her kissed cheek ⸻ ❝ hm. or maybe you're not asking ? So shrewd. ❞ She comes with her own frown, tapping tainted skin with the tip of her short-cut nails. Judith turns to look at Mark, feigns her displeasure, gives him a glance of disapproval not quite hardened if only because there is a light of jeer behind her eyes.

She draws closer, brings herself up and maneuvers to take all of his personal space. Judith settles on his lap, straddling to hover just slightly a top of him.

❝ Seduction isn't gonna work on me, you know. I'm a woman of the cloth, just so you know. ❞ She is smiling now, the curve of her draws devious and ridiculous, both of her hands cupping the round apple of Mark's soft cheeks and squeezing dotting and adoring. ❝ But as you may know, I am just but a girl. I do think I can be convinced. ❞

& she indulges herself with her own kisses, a downpour of love sprinkling atop the surface of his skin - one kiss one after another. ❝ Make me want to hang out with you, Mark. ❞

#hcsuffered #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ inbox ╱ ic. #* how dare you sit there and POUT dhsadada

[vivalavillain]

( 2, 3, and 17 for father paul uvu )

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend?'

{In the Before Times, when Father Paul was still very much Monsignor Pruitt, he would have said he was a friend to all. As a child of God and as all things are God's creation, he would have readily answered that all creatures are simply friends disguised as strangers (within reason, of course; he wouldn't go swimming with piranhas on purpose). John Pruitt genuinely loved all of God's creations and went to great lengths to live the Word as Jesus would have intended. He sough to help the sick, feed and clothe the poor, welcome the stranger into his church. He would serve as a beacon of God's Light wherever he went if he could and thus shared the great Love of God with all.

{Once he met the Angel of the Lord, however, and was returned to his youth, he found himself... lacking things. Certainly the love and the heart of John Pruitt still lived on inside him, he still considered any of his flock to be his friend if they'd so let him say so. However, as we see with the death of Joe Collie and the miscarriage of Erin Greene, John began to notice something wasn't entirely there. His empathy, his guilt, was stunted. So while, yes, he would say he considered many to be his friend, he found the truth of the matter was that he only vaguely cared anymore.}

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

{Father Paul tends to wear his heart on his sleeve-- when he can feel it. He goes to no great lengths to lie to his parishioners (other than by hiding who he really is) about what he's feeling or how much he cares about them but there is a part of him, as the days grow wearier and the sunlight harsher, that finds his emotions less and less intense, less and less there when he expects them. Before he fully turns, he's still very much in control of his faculties, but the longer he goes under the Angel's influence, the less he feels and acts human.}

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice when looking at them?

{I would like to think John Pruitt only really started to notice things about himself after Sarah was born. The way she took her nose from him, the way she laughs the same way he did, the dark of her hair. For Father Paul, though, he notices the sharp line of his jaw, the height of his cheekbones. The differences between himself and Sarah now that he's more able-minded to notice those differences.

{As for what others notice about him first, I would have to say his eyes or the figure he strikes as a fairly tall, scrawny individual.}

#hcsuffered #Forgive me Father for I'm going to sin. || Father Paul

[houkusu]

@hcsuffered || starter call.

what a strange place. dejected atmosphere, not necessarily devoid of life but - scarcely a breeze. to think an entire city could become an anechoic chamber, or ; some form of it.                             ( this is decidedly NOT the place to be. )

" some party you've got goin' on here, eh? " alright, perhaps not the time for jokes, but what can he say? nervous laugh sounds off, honey iris flickering aside to guide feathers off his wings, shaking them away in an opposite direction. if there's anything to find, hawks will find it, though it doesn’t appear from a cursory glance that he’s going to dig up much. for now, he's more concerned about the one single person he's found in this place. it’s not as though there are bodies to recover ; there’s just a whole lot of nothing.

----           " are you alright? "                               ( he has a feeling that's a dumb question. )

#風切 :『 ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᶰ ; ᶤ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉ 』- main verse. #hcsuffered #tumblr doesn't want me to tag you so we die like men

[perpetualshade]

✆ !!!

SEND ME ✆ 

☨- Contrary to popular belief, the omnipotent perisher and uncle of Mark, did indeed enjoy some peace and quiet. Occasionally. Right after a meal, between some delectable flesh shredded thighs, and a strong brandy. Well as strong as humans could make. Nothing is ever quite as good or close to the shots that Dionysus would pour.

So when his beloved nephew, adopted in fact, decided to interrupt that peace and quiet, the Devil picked up, and spoke with the void daunting tone that even the worst of holy terrors would flinch from.

"You have better be splayed open, intestines strewn, and heart on the verge of losing its last palpitations. Or I'm putting your ass back in the box for the next six years."

#hcsuffered #⛓️Bring your sins to my doorstep⛓️ ask box: #rpprompts/memes⛧₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.˚: #send me ✆

[lostxtosunlight]

@hcsuffered

Every once in awhile, Yuki would have a bad day, where everything felt like too much. Where it felt like everyone was screaming their emotions right in his face, and he couldn't block it out like he normally could. For months, he'd been able to avoid it.

It was only a matter of time before it happened again.

Yuki had left his house out of pure necessity, his head aching and his emotions raw. He felt like a string being tuned tighter and tighter until it was bound to snap. But he needed food, and maybe a drink. Something strong.

He didn’t notice who he sat by when he entered the bar, rubbing his temples as he ordered a drink. Until he happened to recognize the feeling, and didn’t even have to look over to know.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he said to Mark, unusually cold. “I know you have something to say, so keep it to yourself and drink in silence.”

#hcsuffered #v; red string of fate; enemies edition #queue.

[chaoscrawls]

❝Sorry, looks like I went to the wrong house.❞

"Yeah. No kidding."

The anger clouds their eyes, and their face doesn't match the saccharine that drips heavily from their tone. Beneath them lies a corpse, mangled beyond recognition and in their hand is a heart.

"Might be best you come back another time."

#hcsuffered #✺;;|| Inbox - hcsuffered #✺;;|| The flesh suit #tw corpse #tw death #tw blood #tw horror #tw heart