#4maldehyde

[visceralreaction]

[archived-the-frozen-lark]

♆ for a BODY head canon.

♆ for a BODY head canon.

Katherine is sensitive about her height, she was always short growing up, and was sometimes teased about it. So now whenever someone makes a negative comment in regard to her height she tends t get upset. She knows it’s a stupid insecurity to have on some level, but it still bothers her.

[gunhandsam]

♀ - What is the most important piece of advice you wish you'd given your son?

Know your limits.  Push yourself past them only when you are truly ready. He was not ready that day.  Had he tried, we would have both been killed.

[decanusdomitius]

Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE head canon.

[[He's pretty non-challant about unsettling topics. He has a fascination with the macabre and if prodded enough he will happily going into graphic detail about all the violent or grotesque things he has done over the years.]]

[weelittlepatrick-blog]

Nightmare

5. Our characters are on the run from a deranged killer.

Patrick grabbed onto Sam’s arm, pulling him to one side of the hall. His breath was ragged. Sam didn’t seem to have the same problem. For a half second the man was wondering how that was possible. The mortician surly didn’t do the running and labor of the mechanic. Yet it was Patrick who could barely breath and Sam who looked fine.

"Did… did we lose ‘im?"

Sam opened his mouth to answer but then Pat heard it. The scratching down the walls. That damn thing was coming back. It was still here. How could it still know where they were?

He grabbed the other and took off again. Why was it so important to keep the mortician with him? That man was usually in his nightmares. Cutting him open in an autopsy. But here Pat was, dragging him along through the endless halls. Running from that thing. The thing with the hooks. Following them. Wanting to tear them open for the ADAM. Did Sam even have ADAM on him?

"I… fuck."

The younger man stopped, unsure which way to go. The directions looked the same. How could they look the same? Exactly the same. All of the halls. He was used to being able to figure out where to go but he was lost now. Not guided by anything but terror.

"Paaaaattt…"

Shit. It was calling out for him. Did it know him?

"Paaaatt…. Aaaatttllaaasss…. You diiiid thiiiisss."

No. No he didn’t. He’d not done anything.He’d not—

"Patrick…."

He turned. Sam. Oh god Sam’s face. Burnt. The skin flaying off as it tuned black and exposed the muscle underneath. That too burning and sliding away from the skull. Pat tried to pull his hand away but the mortician had his hand tight.

"They were your responsibility."

"NO! No! I jus’ took over for Da’. I didn’—"

The splicer was there not, hooks dragging on the wall, Sam dead and still holding him tight. He’d not done this! He didn’t do anything! He’d not fed them the ADAM. He’d not—-

He’d just continued the fight his father had started. Andrew Ryan had—-

But he also wasn’t letting it end. He kept sending men to their deaths. Lost count of how many times he’d been sent to identify a body in Sam’s office.

He felt a hook dig into his shoulder—

~~~~~~~~

Patrick O’Hara sat up in bed with a start. Panicked he looked around. Alone. Grabbed his shoulder. Nothing. Nightmare. Just a nightmare. It didn’t meant anything.

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

4maldehyde replied to your post:themanthatchose replied to your photoset:Who wore...

I read picked as “pickled”.

-Gordon Ramsay voice- "DAMMIT, JACK. You pickled the cucumbers wrong and now they're completely sour! FUCK YOU."

[goodbyefontaine]

4maldehyde started following you

Yer the mortician, ain't ya? 'ow's business been 'andlin' for ya..? Here's a tip though, I'm pretty sure business is going ta be boomin' tonight.