#deathdissected

[cellarmonsters]

@deathdissected

"Whoah," the bookkeep's brows arched at the selection the customer stacks onto the counter. There's about four textbooks on human anatomy, biology, microorganisms.. and one on plants. The cat dozing on the edge of the counter gave a yawn, only to stretch and curl into a ball again. "This is my favorite book, its chapter on indoor care is very informative. Great choice, doc," he says, keying in the prices into the till.

[medisinals]

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        There’s a charming quiet to the greenhouse, the kind of quiet made of a patchwork of little noises. The buzz of the lights, the steady drip of a humidifier pipe somewhere, the expectant rustling of leaves. 

        More than that, though, what Dr. Blackwell loves is the warmth. It’s a welcome respite from the bone-gnawing cold outside. He lets it soak in as he wanders through the islands of greenery, lingering over the orchids as he always does. Today he goes further, until the perfume of the flowers is replaced by something sharper, greener. He studies the light on a pitcher plant, the way leaves turn to flesh turn to stained glass under the grow-lights. He almost doesn’t notice the other figure sharing the space- but then he does, and tears himself away from contemplation to offer a polite smile.

        “Marvelous, aren’t they?”

[anabioun]

deathdissected replied to your post: i found the ultimate vine to sum up the being and...

vine.co/v/M6BO9… u mean this one?

that’s exactly the one i mean i owe u my life

[absolutelynolifeguard]

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“Orange line?” They repeat, as tactfully as they can manage. It isn’t... That tactful. It’s pretty obvious from their tone they’re irritated, though it’s likely not with him. They knew well enough not to shoot the messenger. Probably. But who really knew with random people at the bus stop? 

“What the actual fuck does that mean?” They ask after a second, but now they sound more stressed then anything else. They, themself, have no umbrella, they’d just come up and are curled in on themself. Their and clothes are stuck to their body, and it’s pretty obvious they’ve been out here awhile. 

“Which line is- What line do I?” They press their hands to their face and groan. “Holy shit.”

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I haven’t played too much this summer! Out of the few games I have tried, my regular go-to game is Dead by Daylight. (Up until the past couple of weeks to prep for my finals.)

I’m so salty about that game. But I’ve also put too much time into it to NOT be salty about it. The recent survivor nerf was unnecessary and while I’m pleased with the Hag and Trapper buffs, this pattern of CHIPPING away at survivor’s abilities is ridiculous. At the lowest ranks (highest skill), survivors are forced to play a very strict set of meta perks. Killers too, to some degree, but they have so much more freedom and fun? Taking away survivors’ tools, from exhaustion to flashlights, is exhausting.

tl;dr killer is ez and survivor nerfs are bullshit.

thanks for coming to my video game ted talk

[thaegeiro]

@deathdissected  /  continued.

  Supervising a body transfer wasn’t one of Ifan’s favourite things to do. Supervising one in the early morning, before he’d had his coffee? Even worse. So there he was, standing in line at the hospital’s main inexplicably generic cafe, looking probably more corpse-like than the corpse he was about to help drag back to their office proper.

  Being tired could only lead to one thing in his case. Lowered inhibitions. And lowered inhibitions led to being chatty, which led to him picking someone next to him in line as the unwitting victim in his small talk tirade. “Thought I ought to warn you, the espresso here is miserable, but it works.”

when it came to the matter of who looked more like a corpse, victor could have given ifan a fair run for his money. if he’d slept at all last night, his face didn’t show it — beneath his eyes, which were still half-lidded, the skin sagged in heavy, dark bags, and every minute or so, he had to press his lips together to stifle a yawn. 

“ i’ve yet to find an espresso in this country that does not taste miserable. ” if he had been a little more in his right mind, he might have made somewhat of an effort to sound less condescending, but at present, tact was far from his largest concern. biting back another yawn, he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “ if it works, it works. ”

[kiantrev]

[ pilot ]

[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .

“Here, have a seat. You’ve been on your feet for too long today, and you need to rest those legs,” the caregiver helps to gently lower Ifan onto the comfortable couch of the study. He wasn’t exactly sure what sort of science experiment he was teaching to the kids today in the backyard, but it involved sodas and some candy, followed by a loud popping noise and a bottle projectile that spooked Anderson’s dogs into the man’s truck.

[kiantrev]

@deathdissected

"I'm okay, I'll be okay," the caregiver wheezes, picking himself up and off the floor. He seemed to try and avoid the swinging skeleton that was close to bumping into him as he picks up the dropped linens. The kids that gathered at the corner have went off, possibly to avoid getting questioned.

"I don't remember putting a Halloween skeleton here in this closet," Kieran sighs. Then shoves the plastic bones aside so he could enter the closet, putting the linens on the shelves full of neatly arranged sheets and fabrics.