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disclaimer: the worst interpretation of leon you'll ever see.

crazy for the idea of fuckboy leon who's an absolute douche at first but then u realize he's a giant baby softie boy who wants to hold ur hand

While taking a nap today I dreamt there was a hazard sign called "never found" which was used to indicate a location where people disappeared never to be seen again

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it looked like this

The imagery and vibes of this were so visceral I had to do art about it

(Grayscale version under cut)

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@fogfashion asked: So Bass, I’m curious, what do you do for fun?

“Now isn’t that something I rarely get asked about. But to satisfy your curiosity, everything I do is for the purpose of feeding and entertainment. Why lead a boring life?” The Entity shrugs with a soft smile. “But if you want to know my top three: these will include spending time with my favourite mortals, observe interesting trials, and punish those who upset me. Is that the answer you expected to hear, darling?”

The mix of confusion and disdain shows clear on his face, as the other looks down to it. The sheer lack of anything makes him consider if he’d just been quiet maybe he could have simply walked away without him even knowing. However, now eyes were on him and whatever this is seemed interested in playing twenty questions. 

“Isaiah.” He says, pausing for a moment. “Reeves. Whats yours?” Would he even have one? Its only after giving a response that he notices the little movements Liam has started to incorporate. An android, maybe? But then still the question hangs as to why since it seems to lack in the scary killer department. Maybe another question would stun it again and he could make an escape, yeah, that seemed as logical as anything else here.

“Why are you out here?”

“Isaiah…” He tasted the name on his tongue, clearly thinking over it. Then, a pleasant smile formed on his lips. One that did not meet his eyes. Another artificial face of the grand masquerade the other seemed to perform. Perhaps he learned that it was something expected, or maybe he wanted to calm the survivor through kindness. “You can call me Liam.”

Although Isaiah’s question appeared to confuse Liam, he was still ready to answer it. There was no long pause between the survivor asking it, and Liam giving an answer. Because that was an easy question to respond to. They were all stuck in the fog. They all simply moved around, keeping in motion as if stopping would cast them into the void. But, in comparison to others, Liam no longer feared the empty space.

“Where else would I be?” He answered the question with two of his own. “Why are you out here?”

(An interlude, following up this thread with @facesofthefog) (tw emetophobia) (basically an epilogue to that thread)

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Sam’s eyes shot open, the blinding light of the campfire filling her view, and she stumbled away just in time.

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"I didn't intend to sneak up on you, and I'm sorry if I scared you." The more he spoke, the more noticeable it became that his voice was monotone. There was no remorse, guilt, amusement, or pretty much any emotion in the way he spoke. Almost robotic, despite the other clearly being made of flesh.

And the silence that followed after was uncomfortable. Liam simply stood there, not even looking at Isaiah. No blinking, no eye movement, no breathing or idle movements. Perhaps he was a robot after all. There was already the Singularity. Who was to say there couldn't be another android, even if this one was more human looking. At least he had not made an approach to attack. There was no weapon on his body anywhere to be seen, not even a place where he could hide it unless there was a knife behind his belt. But didn't most killers expose their weapons? So maybe he was just a strange survivor instead?

Isaiah lets the silence hang, expecting some sort of explanation for why the other is just out here approaching people, but as it continues on he starts to pick up on the little details that make this person not quite.. Human. Still, he doesn't seem to be a threat either. So, what is he? A forest hall monitor for out of line survivors and killers? Seems unnecessary for the supposedly all seeing entities. Giving the other another once over he takes a small step back, letting his shoulder relax slightly from his defensive posture.

 “Its.. fine.” He says hesitantly, “Unless you need something I’m just going to head back to the campfire now..” And hopefully this guy would not be keen on following.

“What’s your name?” Only when Isaiah spoke did the thing animate again. Still that same tone, but now he was a little more curious about Isaiah. Something noticeable only by the way those eyes finally moved, scanning the survivor head to toe.

Then, his chest slowly began to expand with each breath, and he moved his hands a couple of times. It was as if he was replicating Isaiah, trying to match the minor movements of a living body. Was that something that would calm the survivor down? He wants sure. But he sensed that the other was willing to head back to the camp. And it would be a shame to lose him to the other side of the barrier.

“I didn’t intend to sneak up on you, and I’m sorry if I scared you.” The more he spoke, the more noticeable it became that his voice was monotone. There was no remorse, guilt, amusement, or pretty much any emotion in the way he spoke. Almost robotic, despite the other clearly being made of flesh.

And the silence that followed after was uncomfortable. Liam simply stood there, not even looking at Isaiah. No blinking, no eye movement, no breathing or idle movements. Perhaps he was a robot after all. There was already the Singularity. Who was to say there couldn’t be another android, even if this one was more human looking. At least he had not made an approach to attack. There was no weapon on his body anywhere to be seen, not even a place where he could hide it unless there was a knife behind his belt. But didn’t most killers expose their weapons? So maybe he was just a strange survivor instead?