he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@groomkillsa
in a thrilling turn of affairs, novocaine cannae be fucked wi this anymore
this was a joke blog. a blog i made as a joke. i didn’t expect or want anyone to take this seriously. i’m literally so sick of you all. i’m archiving catch me on @groomfears or ask me for my discord. what the fuck is wrong with you all
you’re not following @bridemake yet? disgusting! cowardly!
Send “📝+ a character” and I’ll attempt to RP that character!
(If you cannot see the emoji send “write + a character”)
speaking of dennis i hate that y’all ignore him @groomfears
does eddie see all the patients in mount massive as possible future brides?
he sees a majority of them as future brides, yes. he hasn’t had contact with most of mount massive’s patients but there are quite a few ( like trager or walker, for example ) that he just wouldn’t think of as being worth his time. thankfully, eddie is somewhat confined to the vocational block, mainly because leaving the asylum isn’t very high on his list of priorities, meaning that he’s only really come into contact with patients that either haven’t had the chance or the motivation to leave. at the point where waylon park finds eddie, most people in the vocational block are dead, have left, or have gotten VERY good at hiding.
one notable patient is dennis, who resides in the attic above eddie’s workshop. eddie is acutely aware of his presence ( because dennis isn’t exactly quiet and he can hear the thudding of footsteps and the loud arguing between them ) but doesn’t particularly care. as long as dennis stays out of his way, he doesn’t see much point in hunting them down. there’s easier prey that won’t shut the stairs on him the moment he glances at them.
Do you think eds is ticklish?
i hate you keep your fucking fetish shit away from me no eddie is not ticklish the engine burned away his fucking nerves and now he feels nothing
run from me DARLING , run my good WIFE run from me darling , better run for your life
EDDIE GLUSKIN &. WAYLON PARK as written by Novocaine &. Marti
been thinking about how eddie’s just an awful person with no redeeming features. his charm is superficial and he’s only ever used it to make girls fall in love with him so that he can kill them later. it’s always brutal and out of anger and he’s never had ANY intention of changing. when he was in mount massive he wasn’t really fully aware of how many people he killed, but if his victims hadn’t run from him, he definitely would have tried to seduce them like he did to the women he murdered.
i have stuff 2 get to but ugh :pensive: eddie is such a fickle muse
Send my muse a personal question. Ask them things you want to know!
IF I DIE , I KNOW YOU’LL FIND ME
I know you won't rest until you find my body . I hope you find this camera with my corpse . I hope the evidence on it does what I couldn't , exposes the truth .
HIGHLY SELECTIVE + PRIVATE Waylon Park of Out.last Whistle.blower as tortured by Marti . Sideblog to bridemake .
OH MY GOD SO I HAD TO RESTART MY PC AND LIKE I KNEW I’D LOST SOME ART I DID FOR A ZINE BUT I JUST REALISED I ALSO LOST ALL THE GOOD ART IVE EVER DONE OF EDDIE AND NOW I’M ABOUT TO FUCKING CRY OH MY GOD NO
OH MY GOD SO I HAD TO RESTART MY PC AND LIKE I KNEW I’D LOST SOME ART I DID FOR A ZINE BUT I JUST REALISED I ALSO LOST ALL THE GOOD ART IVE EVER DONE OF EDDIE AND NOW I’M ABOUT TO FUCKING CRY OH MY GOD NO
WAYLON PARK. / wifenot.
Breathing increases as footsteps fall , the creak &&. crunch of worn flooring &&. rotting tables as he searches for his bride . His humming , though in - tune &&. admittedly smooth , sounds like doom , coming closer , closer . A wedding march , till death do they part , whether by his hand or the hands of Murkoff’s goons . He prays he’ll weasel his way out before either occurs .
Time is short ‘fore bloodied eyes peer under the correct table &&. the hideaway is spotted , Groom looming over his victim with a DERANGED SMILE . He half expects angry hands to shoot out , grab at the fabric of his clothing &&. drag him from under the table , but instead , they fish inside his pockets ‘till a hunk of flesh ( rotting , putrid , crawling with maggots ) is produced . Oh God , Waylon realizes upon seeing the metal band wrapped ‘round it , it’s a finger .
He can feel the bile rising , collecting in his throat , &&. he wills himself to swallow it down lest a show of repulsion upset the man . Trembling fingers reach out to take the offered trinket , the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into some resemblance of a smile . “ Yes . ”
gluskin has never been so happy in his life. well, not since the last woman he’d seduced and eventually murdered, skull smashed repeatedly against a wall and her blood spilling black onto his fingers. he’s never going to forget those screams. ( but he’d had to do it, of course. he hadn’t wanted to, but it was a mercy killing. she had betrayed him. he will forever despise her for making him do what he did. )
he doesn’t even know this man’s name. he’d never asked. hmmm . . . he looks a bit like an edith, perhaps. ❝ i knew you’d come around soon enough, darling. i do love you so. ❞ gluskin sighs happily. he moves away from the table before offering waylon his hand to help him come out. ❝ we’ll be so happy together. ❞
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(bold all that apply ) : arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks.chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. son of a whore. twat. wanker.
(given proper religious context ): christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h. christ. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.
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important questions
do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
does your character’s point come across easily when they speak ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
would your character initiate conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
would your character be the one to end conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence ? yes / no / only ironically
your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use ? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps
how would your character pick up the phone ? hello / hey / hi / yellow / yo / yeah / [name]. / what’s up / who is this / what do you want / can i help you?
how does your character end conversations ? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t
how does your character address others ? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames
what social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak ? upper / middle / lower
in what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others ? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t
tagged by : me tagging : you, bitch!
WAYLON PARK. / wifenot.
Oh jesus christ ! Is this guy serious ? Does he hear himself ? He knows Waylon isn’t a woman , right ? If this wack job were separated from him with a sheet of glass &&. bound with handcuffs , he’d be laughing his ass off !
Waylon grunts , pressing a palm flat ‘gainst the cold concrete floor there is a crack ( bone , he’s sure ) as he attempts to rise from the floor , a hiss , jesus fucking christ ! He needs to bandage his leg &&. fast if he has any hope of hobbling his way to freedom . Eddie ( is that his name ? He recalls a patient , fists pounding on glass , pleas for help ) had to have gotten that fabric he wears from somewhere , possibly the very room in which they play their dangerous game of hide - and - seek , if he could just get his hands on some ! He reckons he could try to limp his way out , but , in that respect , Eddie’s right . Assuming he could attempt such a feat would be providing himself with falsified hope .
If he has any chance of making it out of this household alive , rusted social skills will have to be put to use , manipulation his best card to play . Fuck , fuck , fuck ! Forgive him for gagging , swallowing thickly ‘fore he forces false words from his mouth . “ You promise ? To love me ? To care for me ? ” Just kill him now .
❝ well, yes ! ❞ says gluskin, and there’s such a fondness in his tone. ❝ i solemnly vow it, in fact. until death do we part. ❞ oh, to not be rejected ! it’s a wonderful feeling, and with a renewed sense of vigour in his step, he wanders about in the direction of the voice with a big smile on his face. a spouse who will be loyal ! a spouse he will not be forced to kill ! ! !
he starts looking under tables, humming to himself. not the usual vaudeville but instead, a wedding march, for he’s a terrible romantic at heart. it’s not long until he finds waylon, but he doesn’t drag him out just yet. no, no. he searches through his pockets until he finds what he’s looking for : A RING. more accurately, a ring on a finger. well, barely a finger. it’s almost completely ruptured --------------- it looks like a fly has laid eggs in it and it’s infested with maggots, but gluskin doesn’t seem to mind.
the wedding band is taken from the finger and the finger is promptly discarded before eddie offers waylon this token of his . . . AFFECTION. ❝ would you do me the honour of becoming my bride ? i promise you i won’t let anything happen to you. nobody will hurt you while you are by my side. ❞
