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hey everyone, i (obviously) wont be updating this blog anymore. If you want to request/commission or just see my art, you can find it over at @micdraws !

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hey everyone, i (obviously) wont be updating this blog anymore. If you want to request/commission or just see my art, you can find it over at @micdraws !

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I Swear I’m Alive, Life Is Just Hard

Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

[0vercharged-archive]

This had definitely started to turn the tide in his favour. The lack of fourth survivor but not real indication of where he was would definitely unnerve the other survivors at least. Ideally it would send them into a panic but… Well if they weren’t panicking just yet they would be soon.

Carter giggled for the first time in a little while this trial, enjoying watching the survivor in his hand squirm frantically as he ran out of air. Given how annoyed he’d been with the younger survivor for denying him of the only hook he’d gotten this game he almost got a little carried away with strangling him. He was pretty sure he’d held on too long until he felt for his pulse to check. It was definitely weaker but it was there. Excellent.

He lifted the sleeping survivor onto his shoulder, trying to decide what to do with him. Stuff him in a locker? No there was a chance that they’d find him still. He gazed off as he thought, eyes falling on an opened chest not too far from them…. and had an idea. Making his way down into the basement as quickly as he could manage. Enough time had already been wasted this trail and he didn’t have much time left. Seeing that the chest that was always in there had been looted already he dumped the survivor in the chest, closing the lid to keep him hidden.

Now was time to deal with the rest of them. 

He had not been as kind with the other survivors (or perhaps in a way he HAD been kinder) as he ‘accidentally’ hooked one by the jaw and broken another ones leg before hooking them to ensure that they wouldn’t be able to run even if they were unhooked. Unfortunately the other had escaped, but they had still seemed terrified at least, that was satisfying enough for the moment.

But why was the barrier still– Oh, right. He still had one more survivor to play with. He headed back into the basement more casually to collect the final survivor, not sure what he wanted to do with him just yet. All he knew was that he was going to have a little fun and payback.

[stabbyboymyers]

Michael wasn’t sure how long he had been out but it became apparent he hadn’t died when he regained consciousness. His head throbbed as he opened his eyes. It was dark and cramped, he definitely didn’t like that. Something wasn’t right. He listened for a moment, hearing the rattling of the Entity. Something he only heard in the basement and he felt panic sink in. He was still in the trial.

Michael didn’t have much room in the chest but he managed to shift and shove the chest open. He scrambled to get out of it, half falling as he crawled out of the container he’d been dumped in. He hadn’t thought to look around before he did so. So, now he was looking at the feet of the Doctor and as he looked up, he knew he was fucked.

Herman was going to destroy him. What had happened to the other survivors? He didn’t know. He’s willing to bet the Doctor did though. He tried not to look as panicked as he felt but tried to scramble away anyhow.

[stabbyboymyers]

0vercharged

Carter’s grin seemed to widen as he watched the smaller man run head first into the wall. Something he was definitely going to take advantage of and definitely the first break he’d gotten all match– even if he HAD only gotten it by bending the rules some.

Once he’d used the opportunity to get close to him, he made sure that the other would stay stunned whilst he decided what to do. Losing very little momentum he body slammed the other back into the very wall he’d run into. If he were to hook or just knock him down and leave him dying on the ground they would no doubt get him up….

But what if he wasn’t dying? Carter giggled wickedly, wrapping his free hand around Michael’s neck, planning to only cut off his air supply until he passed out.

“You look tired, Mr Myers! I can help you with that,” He cooed, tightening his grip on the other’s neck clipping his weapon on his belt so he could keep track of whether on not he was alive.

Michael hadn’t had much time to process slamming in the wall. He had only just barely done so when he was slammed into the wall by a very large body. The action knocked the wind out of the survivor who gave a wounded sound as he was slammed into the wall. If his head didn’t hurt before, it certainly did now. He tried to shake his head a bit, but things weren’t going so well for him.

When the Doctor’s hand went to his neck, he’d just barely gotten air back into his lungs. Panic had actually set in now, this was not how trials went. This was far from what he was used to. He hit and clawed at the killers arm, trying to get it off of his neck. His head spun as the little hair he had gotten was no longer enough. He hit at him where he could.

Of ways he thought he’d die in this trial, this was not one of them. He’d thought maybe he’d get mori’d or just left to bleed out. He realized how wrong he was as his vision started to darken around the edges and the doctor’s hand stayed put. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he began to pass out.

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          I want

           to be

            alone

[stabbyboymyers]

0vercharged

Carter snarled as he chased after him, starting off with the usual jog before deciding that if he was already going to make the entity mad, well… He may as well go full force on it. He took off sprinting at full speed towards the fleeing survivor as he vaulted, also vaulting through the window himself rather than just stepping over it like he normally would.

“YOU CAN’T  R U N  AND YOU CAN’T  H I D E  MYERS!”

Hopefully he’d be able to catch up to him and incapacitate him in a way that wasn’t technically against the rules but would also make it harder for the other survivors to find him once he’d gotten him. If they were made aware then the trial would just continue the way it had been.

Michael decided to glance behind him again as he ran, which was a mistake. He’d never seen the killer go that fast before and it honestly terrified him. Herman was not a small man and to see him go that fast after him? He’d like to get the hell out and quick. However, he really should’ve been paying attention to where he was running instead of the speedy man behind him.

With a solid thunk he slammed into part of a wall, stunned momentarily by the feeling. The man stumbled back a little, a hand coming out to try and grab the wall to keep himself from falling. He knew the killer was approaching but the pain in his head and the shock from hitting the wall were mildly distracting. He clenched his eyes closed for a moment before opening them. It was far too late when he finally started to try to move again.

[pointy-anime-shades-deactivated]

Reblog if you RP NSFW

I’m curious, and remember that doesn’t just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines

[stabbyboymyers]

smartercarter

Instinctively he moved away from the knife as it rose to his face, but otherwise forced himself to keep still, having seen enough of the other man’s knife skills to know that moving would only make it worse. Instead he just stared directly into the eye holes of his mask as he did, wincing slightly at the sting of the blade.

He looked a little confused about what was happening, not overly sure what he’d done to warrant this… At least not recently. He found himself subconsciously mirroring the head tilt and sure the confusion was very clear on his face.

He yelped in surprise as he was thrown of the ground, grunting on impact and just laughing a little. He could already tell that Michael was in a mood and he was the lucky recipient. Hopefully it was a mood that he could be talked out of but chances were that wasn’t going to be possible.

“Something happen, Michael?” He asked, grinning up at him, “Wanna talk about it before you kill me?”

The fact that the survivor kept eye contact definitely annoyed the man. It was a completely normal reaction to this but it still annoyed him. The confusion did bring him some satisfaction though. He liked that, when they didn’t know what was going on. However, the tinge of annoyance came back with the mirrored head tilt. 

He watched the man on the ground, stepping over. He paused momentarily when he spoke, seeing that stupid grin on Herman’s face. He scowled under his mask and, instead of speaking, opted to move a booted foot onto Herman’s fore arm and started to put his weight on it. He watched the survivor as he did, blue eyes watching him rather intensely.

He wanted to take his time. He had as much time as he wanted now, this wasn’t a trial. The survivor had already had bad enough luck to be nearby when Michael was in this mood and Michael wondered how far the bad luck went. He hoped it continued, he’d love to see him suffer.

[0vercharged-archive]

[ starter for @stabbyboymyers ]

Today felt as though the entity was testing him.

He been given some of the most obnoxious survivors all at once and his add-ons had somehow gotten ‘lost’ on his way into the trial. Not to mention that he seemed to never be able to get to a hook. Needless to say he was not in the best of moods. He had been trying to take it out of the survivors but when they were this well coordinated it made it hard. 

He had managed to knock a couple of them down but they’d just helped them up. This time however he’d managed to knock down one and he had assumed that they were alone. He’d lunged through a palette at them and his weapon had collided with their knee as the palette slammed down onto his head. But finally– he had caught one.

He grinned wickedly down at them, hitting his hand lightly with his his stick. He normally didn’t like to camp survivors– it was incredibly tedious but after this match he just wanted to make sure that one of them died. He giggled as he picked them up, hauling them over his shoulder. Finally.

For a breif moment he was pretty pleased with himself. After all this was a pretty stalwart band of survivors and he had managed to capitalise on one of their mistakes. Well. He thought he had at least. That was until he caught sight of the flashlight pointed at his face. He couldn’t close his eyes to avoid it and he had been caught offguard, the survivor on his shoulder bolting off as he dropped them whilst trying to shield his eyes. 

NO.

He sparked dangerously, fury clear in his eyes as he looked for just who had blinded him, eyes locking with the blue eyes of the Shape’s counterpart. This was the last straw. He wasn’t sure if this meant he had passed or failed whatever the entity was testing him for, but it probably wasn’t going to be happy about him abandoning the trial for the moment. It had been a lost cause anyway.

“Oh Michael~” He cooed, heading toward him and now wielding the stick like it was the spear. “COME HERE.”

[stabbyboymyers]

This trial had been an interesting one, to say the least. Michael had honestly been having a... pretty good time as far as trials went. This had encouraged him to be more annoying to the killer than he usually would. It was even more unusual for him considering it was Herman he was against. He tended to avoid the man or at least stay as much out of sight as he could.

That had not quite been his luck this time, but it seemed the killer had come unprepared. When the man had knocked several of them down, Michael had swooped in to heal and get them up as quickly as he possibly could. They’d need each others help to get out of here even if he’d rather do his own thing. Also, he really didn’t want to be stuck alone with Herman.

Crouched behind a rock, he had watched Herman down the survivor while taking a palette to the face. When he saw him, take a moment before bending to pick them up, he made his move. He ran in front of Herman quickly, turning on the flashlight and aiming it at the killers face. The other survivor escaped Herman’s grasp and Michael felt satisfied at that. They’d be able to escape more than likely, given how the trial had been going previously.

He had a new problem on hand as he met the sparking man’s gaze. The man cooed his name and that sent a chill through him. He seemed to realize the amount of danger he was in because he quickly turned and started to run. Well, if Carter- Herman, rather, was going to be angry and chase him, he could at least give the others time to finish generators. 

He glanced behind him as he ran, vaulting through a window. The fury he had seen on the Doctor’s face promised an awful time and now he just needed to make sure that didn’t happen for a while. He didn’t want to get downed too quickly, the killer would likely run off to find the others.

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