#beheathen

[twilightttv-a]

"since when has police procedure made sense?"

(for cho boy ricky UwU)

“ As Orson Wells once said ‘all animals are equal’ yet the pigs stand on two legs “ 

[isolaradiale]

Hi there! Sorry, I'm dropping Herbert West from Re-Animator. He was housed in townhouse 211, thank you!

dropped!

– mod pleiades.

[sacrificetm]

@beheathen​  sacrificed:   "CAIN!  CAIN  GET  IN  HERE!"  there's  crashing  sounds  coming  from  the  basement,  along  with  screaming  and  guttural  yelling,  most  likely  from  one  of  the  many  experiments.

there’s  a  quiet  noise  of  aggravation  that  pulls  itself  from  his  throat,  head  hung  low  and  palms  pressing  into  his  face  with  the  foreboding  knowledge  of  what  he’ll  have  to  witness  (  again,  and  again,  how  many  times  had  it  been  this  week  already  ?  ).  pushing  aside  the  cold  coffee  he’d  been  absentmindedly  nursing,  he  tosses  an  old  magazine  onto  the  nearby  coffee  table  and  makes  a  rush  toward  the  basement  —  pausing  if  only  briefly  to  grab  a  nearby  weapon,  makeshift  in  nature  and  hardly  anything  conducive  to  harm,  let  alone  overpowering,  but  it’d  do.

flipping  the  cool  handled  frying  pan  in  his  hand  he  dashes  down  the  stairs,  foot  momentarily  catching  on  one  of  the  stairs  as  he  does  so,  stumbling  forward  (  tonight  wasn’t  his  night  ). he  catches  himself  against  the  wall  and  shakes  off  the  initial  shock  as  best  he  can,  more  focused  on  helping  his...  roommate.  there  were  no  nicer  words  to  describe  the  man,  and  dan  could  always  spend  time  thinking  up  insults  later  (  later,  when  his  life  wasn’t  at  stake.  later  when  he  laid  in  bed,  thinking  through  his  moral  decisions  and  trying  to  forget,  to  ignore  the  guilt  that  always  crept  in  ).

it  takes  two  seconds  to  locate  the  thrashing  and  the  struggle,  and  another  two  to  urge  forward  and,  with  an  immensely  tight  grip  on  the  pan’s  handle  (  so  tight  his  knuckles  were  turning  white  ),  he  whacks  the  re - animated  corpse  across  the  head  with  one  easy  swing.  naturally  it  wasn’t  enough,  never  enough,  and  it  takes  the  combined  efforts  of  him  and  the  accompanying  scientist  to  fully  lay  the  entity  to  rest.  it  winds  him  just  as  all  the  other  times  did,  and  his  chest  heaves  as  the  pan  drops  with  a  ringing  clang,  lightly  colored  flannel  stained  in  red  and  vibrant  viscera.  another  shirt  he’d  probably  have  to  burn.

❝   are  you  —  is  everything  —    what  HAPPENED.   ❞  so  many  questions  he  could  barely  get  out,  always  so  many  questions  with  answers  he’d  likely  never  receive.  gaze  tilts  upwards  and  checks  his  companion  with  apt  attention,  concern  in  the  way  he  scanned  the  others  face,  body,  and  movements  in  an  effort  to  figure  out  if  herbert  had  gotten  injured  in  the  crossfire.

[ultraviolext]

"Alright now hold still, this will hurt."

She steels herself on his operating table with a little huff, a laugh. “I’m surprised you remembered to mention it this time. Considering your usual clientele.”

[twilightttv-a]

"You either need glasses or are hungry. Here. Have some apple juice. Maybe then you will calm down." cir stop death glaring herbert he is TRYING"

She smacks it out of his hand, she doesn’t trust him to not poison her drinks. “ i don’ need glasses ‘m blind “

[twilightttv-a]

"...You're... quiet, slower this morning. I will have to remember to not wake you up at odd hours." (he seems almost.... apologetic towards Ricky?)

He’s very tired. His plan to go back to sleep did not go through, he ended up staying in the lab hours later than he anticipated. He let out a little yawn, “ I just need some coffee that's all “ Cir stole his already made cup. Not like he noticed 

[twilightttv-a]

[ wake ] "Get up! Ricky get UP I need you in the lab!" Blankets being pulled off, lights flipped on, even a cold hand prying one of the boy's eyes open as he yelled, "UP UP!" despite the fact that it was almost 3 in the morning.

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

He wakes up with a start, his first thought was them being attacked. Like how it had been when he lived on the streets with his little sister. Heart pounds, mind reeling about grabbing his stuff to run. But he’s not laying on a sidewalk. The voice was not Cirs. 

He was in a bed, safe, he can calm down. He pulls the blanket around his shoulders and tugs it over him as he yawns, “ not happy with you down there? “ He mumbles as he tries to wake up

[thxwxlf-archived]

research ( 👀👀)

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

Kekipi coughed, her head hung as she sat in the chair she was bound to. She shook her head a little when she heard someone approach, glancing over to see who it was... No one she could recognize. Her head was so foggy she probably couldn’t recognize anyone at a glance. 

“Well.. Guess I’ve been discovered...~”