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#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #( hEY WE'RE BEING ABSOLUTE NERDS IN HERE IT'S SMASHING )#( come join us Good Folk™ B)) )

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#ooc mobile.#ooc tbd.#( when ur laptop decides to say ' fuck you ' and refuses to charge )#( like i would nor ally not blink an eye tbh but )#( i need it to write my exams shit if i wanna finish college next year :^) )#( and everything's on the laptop )#( the one which won't charge )

fancied-another-meme

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway.. eventually..

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #( ME )#( ME !!!!!!!! )#╰† QUEUE ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ

p-ic-tur-es

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#╰† ❪ AESTHETIC. ❫ ᶜʳᶦᵐˢᵒᶰ ᶜᵒᵃᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ﹔ ᴱᵈᵉᶰ ᶠᵉᵉᶫˢ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᶫᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳʰᵒᵘˢᵉ #╰† QUEUE ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘᵖ

sprkofmdnss:

@reporth

another loud scream could be heard throughout the large mental institute as the doctor smacked meg’s back, spikes piercing her flesh as she fell to the ground. as soon as she was downed, he began to pull out something from his pocket: a head. one side completely rotted off, revealing the skull, the other still retaining unrotten flesh. with his hand and powerful strength, he crushed the head in his hands, bones and flesh scattering across the room before turning to ash and blowing away in the wind. feeling the increasing power within himself, he rubs his hands together before grabbing the sides of meg’s head, melting her brain within. he stops after a few seconds, turning over the now deceased woman’s body to look at her face, smoke coming from her nose and mouth. looking up from his victim, he notices the silhouette of someone within the distance. getting up from his crouching position, he pulls out his trusty stick again as he gets ready to begin his next chase.

Unlucky he was. One generator started up from slumber, FORCED to the waking world by the shaky hands of Blake and skilled fingers of Jake, quick nod to each other before they seperated. Not the best choice considering his current predicament, pressure building up and sweat on temple, blue eyes watching the MANIC grin pointed in his direction.

( RISE, RISE, RUN YOU COWARD! )

Under his breath he whispers out a hoarse ‘ Shit, ’ rushing behind nearby cover; a wall. A simple wall, giving him sight of the hallway, but it hid him WELL. That was what he needed. Blake licked his lips, nearly murmuring a small prayer under his breath, eyes closing, the lids quivering. He could feel his heartbeat pick up, the edges of STATIC making hair on arms rise high.

“ Please don’t come near. ” Begging under his breath, how fitting for a man who’s purpose was to RUN and DISTRACT. Desperation was a method for success, many said, but he found it not to be.

“ Okay.. ” Murmur, fingers reaching up to clench around cloth over chest, trying VALIANTLY to soothe heartbeat. Blake sucked in a deep breath, let it rest, exhaled, and PEEKED out from the wall.

MISTAKE.

#sprkofmdnss #╰† ❪ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵈᵒʷᶰ #╰† ❪ IC. ❫ ᵀᵃᶫᵏˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵒʳ #( thank you for the starter ! )#( i hope my reply's good enough? :'^) )

ryuuborg:

“ what’s with that face━ ” hi-tech optics hidden within visor moving to the side, glancing at the man ━the refugee to take as fast as he could to the base━ turning with expression on his face withering into dread. a frown. “ have you seen a ghost or what━━? ”

starter call / @reporth

He had seen more than a ghost. Eyes were wide, like that of a mouse always knowing prey was around and thus was skittish. Blake was no different. Hell on Earth, that was what he had seen, and he was TERRIFIED. He still was. By god, GOD! He was so very terror-stricken. To let himself be escorted by the robot ( Cyborg? ) was the least of his worries—

—But a pebble in an ocean.

“ I might as well—You don’t even know, I... I didn’t deserve this. My wife, Lynn, and– JESSICA and... Fuck, none of us deserved this. ”

#ryuuborg #╰† ❪ POST ENDING. ❫ ᴮᶫᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵘᶰʰᵒᶫʸ ᵐᵉˢˢ #╰† ❪ IC. ❫ ᵀᵃᶫᵏˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵒʳ #( thank u for the starter :^) )

sparesthem:

poor frightened thing. static obscures the memory of their first weeks here; but frisk thinks they can recall a similar sensation when they’d first come to their senses. pain and fear had been indistinguishable from one another. electricity darting down their spine, rattling their bones, a tangible tingle spreading through brainstuff. little heart would still tremor and quake under cover of their ribcage every once in a while. and now they are a child that lives like a mouse; existence eked out on the fringes of a deranged society. it comes naturally. they had lived like this once before in a dimming past. though it be a grave threat to their already intolerable existence, they are compelled to help this strange man with muddied glasses and bloodied palms.

( would it be rude to touch him without asking? ) it is considered for a moment before they doubtfully reach to wipe at his face with the sleeve of ragged sweater. / * @reporth !

At times he wondered why he even continued on. Why he hadn’t just let himself drown in the river, fought to stay up right in the lake; why he had ran from what felt like hundreds of people just to stay ALIVE. Exhaustion was the very core of his being, ever present and ever pressing, like a thorn in his side, one buried SO DEEP that he wouldn’t be able to pull it out.

But he continued because of LYNN. His rock, anchor, everything he needed as a being who floated around helplessly– And she was GONE. Gone gone gone, pulled away by the Devil’s men. Had they no MERCY? Maybe he was the selfish one? No, no—He wasn’t couldn’t be. Croak was heard, a distinguishable sound in the very back of his throat; almost a SOB. A poor version of a cry, like water entering lungs and bubbling there. It truly felt like he was CHOKING.

The child had wiped at his face with sweater and Blake closed one eye as the edges of the cloth came a bit TOO close to the surface for comfort. A kindred soul, it seemed, at the GATES to Hell.

“ Kids like you aren’t safe here. ”

#sparesthem #╰† ❪ MAIN. ❫ ˢᵐᶦᶫᵉ﹗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ﹗#╰† ❪ IC. ❫ ᵀᵃᶫᵏˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵒʳ #( it is ! thank u for the starter ! <3 )

( i’m not even sure which blog y’all can contact me at via IMs anymore omg so like,, HMU for my Disc or smthn bc mAN am i gonna jump a lot,, )

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #╰† ❪ TBD. ❫ ᵀᵒᵒ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ #( i'm either on here / on Eddie / or on Sally )#( like b o i )#( what c lusterfuck )

ONE 🍎

name: Femur nickname: FEMUR,,,, zodiac sign: Taurus height: 5′8 orientation: Idk man it’s hella vague tho i’m p sure i qualify as demiromantic asexual ethnicity: D,, Dane?? i guess that counts favorite fruit: Watermelon or pomegranate favorite season: Autumn / Fall favorite books: The Shamer Chronicles favorite flower: Carnation ( all colors !! ) favorite scent: The Ocean favorite animal: SHARKS coffee, tea, or hot cocoa ? How about tea AND hot cocoa? :^) average hours of sleep: 2 - 8 ?? cats or dogs ? Cats,, favorite fictional character: Listen my guy, i’d be here all day if i had to choose bc i simply cAN’T,,, Eddie Gluskin dream trip: A place w/ pretty and clear water + a reef so I can swim with fishies and still see everything and not worry about my Fear™ of the ocean when was your blog created ? 4 / 25 / 2017 what do you post about ? Uhhh, roleplay? do you get asks on a regular basis ? Nah aesthetic: TEETH,, too bright eyes, sooth / black paint covered hands n’ nails, holy images like sculptures being ruined by blood / red paint,,,, I Live For The Edge favorite band/artist ? Purity Ring and Sidewalks and Skeletons fictional characters i’d date: Pauline Glick ( outlast comics ), Zarya ( ovw ), Herman “ The Doctor ” Carter ( DBD, i’m so sorry but liSTEN ) hogwarts house: Slytherin / Hufflepuff, it’s like ever changing man

TWO 🍏

countries i’ve lived in: Only ever lived in Denmark favorite fandom: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m a notorious fandom jumper, it changes all the time languages you speak: Danish, English, A lil bit of German,,, very, very little favorite film of 2016: Shit man i gotta run w/ Dead/pool here as well last article you read: I can’t even remember shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here: Desperado — Rihanna, Body Electric — Lana Del Ray, Daddy Issues — The Neighbourhood last thing you bought online: Uhmmm… a Rob Dyke shirt,,, how would your enemies describe you ? Probably some vague passive aggressive stuff who would you take a bullet for? LMAO NONE,,, i’d be too much of a coward to ever run forwards to take a bullet for someone i’m sorry

tagged by : @calavcro ( thank you, Caston ;^) ) tagging : @plasmaknight, @conduiting, @mslangermann, @sschnsucht, @walkcrs, @theboogeyman and ? whoever feels like doing this !

#╰† ❪ ooc. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #( look at me using an icon from another blog of mine wow 10/10 you out did yourself femur )

sacharinend:

❛ HEEELLLOO–?? yoo-hoo? anyone here? ❜ there’s a tease in your voice; there always is./ suppose that’s supposed to faux the ever so slight annoyance you have trying to catch this man’s attention, or you being you who simply wants to poke fun at others without good reason!❛ Y’KNOW, DEARIE, not very nice to space out in a conversation between you and a lady~ bbbuuuutt! i’m a forgivin’ gal, i’ll let this one slide. ❜ // @reporth

“ Oh! yes, there is... ” But could he not be excused, NERVOUS behaviour decreasing his ability to talk to the extroverted woman? Lynn normally did the talking, but as it currently were, she was otherwise occupied ( Eyes shielded by glass glanced at the closed door; lips pressed together ). “ Sorry, what were we speaking about? ” Count on HIM to be somewhat polite even if he didn’t exactly desire to converse with the eccentric one.

“ Something about... An unfortunate leak? ” That definitely wasn’t it and Blake cringed. He hadn’t listened to a WORD she had said.

#sacharinend #╰† ❪ MAIN. ❫ ˢᵐᶦᶫᵉ﹗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ﹗#╰† ❪ IC. ❫ ᵀᵃᶫᵏˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵒʳ #( HALF ASSED THINGS CAN BECOME GOOD THINGS THO )#( 10/10 i love me some vague shit................ means stuff can go in whichever direction B) )

asylumet-blog

———SO I HEARD YOU LIKE NURSES ! how about this prime example of a nurse from HELL instead? You get it all; lovely lady, nice surprises ( And a chance of murder ! ), amazing shoulder rides ! what isn’t there to love? give this a quick LIKE / REBLOG ( The latter is prefered ) if you’d like to interact with a NURSE from Behaviour Interactive’s DEAD BY DAYLIGHT !

#╰† ❪ SELF PROMO. ❫ ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᵇᶫᶦᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʰᶦᵐ #( i'm sorry did yall know i decided to be an idiot and pick up a new muse ?? )

( tfw your sis, the biggest scaredy cat you know, actually wants to watch you play Outlast for once and wants you to play it on NORMAL mode so she knows what she’ll be up against when she decides to play it for herself )

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #╰† ❪ TBD. ❫ ᵀᵒᵒ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ #( i'm feelin' blessed tbh )#( i can't believe my convincing finally got to her.......................... )#( actually it's only bc of Miles she wanna play the game but i mean i take what i can get )

( hey did yall know i think u should check out the new VERSE i wrote up............. )

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #( spoilers: it's the verse i can't shut up about )

( coming up with perks for DBD Blake more like LOUD GROANS OF UTTER SUFFERING )

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #╰† ❪ TBD. ❫ ᵀᵒᵒ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ #( i'm c r y it's so hard wtf )

sprkofmdnss replied to your post: ( verses that needs to be written up:...

yeeeeees join the dbd party

( me: i want Blake to be happy after what happened at Temple Gate !!

also me: okay but what if he became a part of the Entity’s realm and had to suffer through an endless cycle of Nightmare Material™—— )

#sprkofmdnss #╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #╰† ❪ TBD. ❫ ᵀᵒᵒ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ #( i love DBD and i'm so tilted i can't play it myself )

( verses that needs to be written up:

De/ad by Day/light

Over/watch

ah yes )

#╰† ❪ OOC. ❫ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵘʳ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰˢᵗᵃᶰᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ #╰† ❪ TBD. ❫ ᵀᵒᵒ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵃ #( just like a quick reminder to myself so i don't forget sdjncjsjn )#( I HAVE A PRETTY DECENT IDEA FOR THE DBD VERSE..... )

' Hey. HEY. Nookslime-for-brains, answer me! I know you fucking see me you dickfaced windbag, look at me!'

Don’t look. Don’t look, that was what he told himself. Don’t look at the apparition, the ghost speaking to his being. Noone else saw the grey skinned being, for it was but a HALLUCINATION of his own making; Why was it ( He, They ) there? Was he not taunted every day by his own being, his own two hands ( GAPING, TESTAMENT OF A SURVIVOR ), enough?

Eyes glared down at TIGHTLY wound fists, brown, faux leather gloves covering up the ugly, pink scars that would have been EVER so evident in the middle of palms and on the back of his hands. Don’t look, don’t look. Ignore the SPECTRE shouting in his ears, sharpened teeth letting metaphorical spit fly from them.

A stranger passed by and quickly hurried on their way. The cameraman could understand why; he looked like he was about to KILL someone.

Don’t look, don’t look. Looking would only give more problems, problems he had tons of. Temple Gate, or what was left of it ( He didn’t know, didn’t CARE enough to know ), was always in the back of his mind ( Lynn, oh, Lynn! He missed her AND JESSICA ) and every now and then he swore he heard the cry of a baby in his ears.

Don’t look, DON’T LOOK. Baby blues flashed towards the alien; this tormenter of his. ‘ Please, shut up, ’ Blake’s eyes spoke, begging for quiet. Did he ask for much? He personally thought not. If he hadn’t known that GOD had abandoned them, left them all to ROT in this armageddon, then he would have openly folded his hands in prayer. If there was one thing that psychotic preacher, Knoth, had spoken true about, then it was that God had gone SILENT ( But he had gone silent long before Knoth had thought ).

But he had failed, and he had looked, but his lips were sewn shut.

He would not respond to this insanity his mind preached.

#plasmaknight #╰† ❪ ASKS. ❫ ᴸᵒᵒᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᴶᵃᶰᵉ ᴰᵒᵉ #╰† ❪ POST ENDING. ❫ ᴮᶫᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵘᶰʰᵒᶫʸ ᵐᵉˢˢ #╰† ❪ IC. ❫ ᵀᵃᶫᵏˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘᶫ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵒʳ #( blake ' plz leave me alONE ' langermann )

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