#lateralascension

[mcuntainbcrn]

“My friends…they’ve come back to me…”

[walridernightmares]

"It was a lie." (GREETINGS, FRIENDO.)

Miles raises an eyebrow at it, “So you’re a figment of my imagination, then?:”

[teramxrphus]

The Asylum

It was nearly three in the morning, and no moon or stars were out tonight. They were blanketed by a thick sheet of dark, oily clouds that spat fat globs of heavy rain to the Earths surface. It was freezing outside, and shelter wasn’t seen for miles. 

That’s one of the few things that the teramorph heavily detested: Hard rain. It never seemed to stop, and just when it appeared to slow down it would simply start up all over again except the quantity of rain only increased. Even her coat wasn’t keeping her body warm, which was odd because she was so usually hot in this thing. Well, it doesn’t help that it is covered in ripped seems and loose thread, so obviously ventilation is going to escape easier and allow for more rain water to get in. 

Ria needed shelter, and she needed it soon.

Traveling by foot for another five hours she was able to identify what made out to be some sort of brick building in the distance. She was able to spot two triangular spires reaching towards the sky, and took note that there were still some lights on. What was strange however was that this road was... Rarely used. The pavement didn’t have enough tread on it to give off signs of use. Still though, it had a roof on it, and it was good enough for her. 

Eventually she came up to the front gate and was left with some questions. What kind of place needs security like this?? It didn’t stop her however seeing as it was left wide open, and that no human body was seen within the little booth. She felt her stomach twinge a little. Something wasn’t.. Right here. This place looked like a mansion, but not a soul in sight? Maybe they’re inside, which explains why the lights are on. Still though, she shouldn’t make her presence known if there is anybody inside.

It’s not every day you see a walking talking reptile.

Sneaking around back and swiftly as quietly as possible, she heads to one of the more darker spots in the building, and, to make sure nobody was looking, flailed her arms about and making her location obvious. Ria then waited to see if anything would happen... 

Nothing happened.

Good.

Finally she used the crook of her elbow and smashed the window open. She prayed that the window shattering wouldn’t cause too much attention to herself. Slipping inside and landing with a wet thud, she was expecting to see nice clean halls, carpeted floors, and ridiculously expensive pottery. No, instead the lizard was greeted with a ruined scene, decaying paint, and the pungent smell of flesh and blood. 

Ria took off her hat and shook it off from the rain and smearing her face clean with her already soaked leather glove. Now something was very wrong here.. This place looked and felt like a hospital. She hated hospitals. She shuddered lightly to some distant but relevant memories of torture. She was now left with two options: 

Option A) Stay outside in the freezing rain.

Option B) Stay inside the creepy building until the rain stops.

She chose option B.

It would have to do, it’s not like she had anywhere else to go. Replacing her fedora back onto her smooth head, Ria began to walk down the empty, dark halls in hopes of a better room to take temporary residence in.

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[delusionsofmotherhood-blog]

@lateralascension | STARTER

     “You’re here,” her blue eyes misted over with tears of happiness and her voice quivered with religious fervor. She was but a humble servant of the Walrider, she had built the sad remains of her life around a morbid entity of supernatural science. Everything she did was meant to please it. She would happily lie her naked frame upon the altar to be ravaged until there was nothing left if it meant that the Walrider would be pleased.

     “What have I done to deserve to be graced by your presence,” tears finally welled over, her cheeks and nose flushed to a bright red as she clutched a maimed Bible to her chest. Judith had caught glimpses of the Walrider before, ghosts teasing the corners of her vision as she lay strapped in her bed. However she had never seen it so clearly or so close. It was thrilling.

[murkoffceo]

The man reeled around yet another corner, leaping over a gurney. How long was this fucking variant going to chase him for? This was getting tiring and old, real quick. 

He needed to get back to his office to get his gun. Not that it would probably do him much good. Blaire doubted he could shoot well at a moving target, especially one that was behind him. Or much larger than him.

Blue eyes peeked behind him, noticing that it was just him yet again. The CEO immediately came to a stop, he had lost his tie along the way, not that he truly minded. He would get another one once he got out of this shit hole.

He was close to the exit, he knew it. He knew this place like the back of his hand, years of working here. 

Just had to get there in one piece. He needed to find Park. 

He was sweaty and gross. If he wasn’t scared shitless, he’d go find a shower and clean up. But now was not the time for that. 

Adjusting his suit jacket, he walked over to the elevator, breath still a bit heavy as he tried to calm himself down.

“What the-?”

How was the elevator in use? Well, it was all the way downstairs in the sub-basement lab. Why would anyone want to go deeper into the asylum? Unless someone had a death wish. He could go around? But that would take forever, and it’d be horribly dangerous.

The man walked over to the ledge, large panes of glass... wait, why was that glass over there shattered? Oh well, someone had a rough time. Probably that big Walker guy. 

He could survive a simple leap, right? There was no body underneath the hole in the glass, meaning the person had survived. Or had been drug off. 

He pushed the elevator button anyone, a slight ding sounded from it as the button lit up. He hated the elevator, it never ran right and always lurched at the end. Or would randomly drop by a few feet. Many spilled coffees that way. But it worked. Now, to hope that nothing would get him by the time he would get downstairs, or would chase him away from it, and he’d have to come back and wait yet again.

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[vicariousphotographer]

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap. (greetings B') )

{ x }

 He hadn’t expected the being to   suddenly approach him and laying    its head on his lap.      How…strange. Regardless, Henry only gave it a   a wistful smile as he reached up  to stroke its head for a moment.    This was nice, he had to admit. At least it wasn’t trying to dismember  him.

[mcuntainbcrn]

Curiosity Killed The Cat [Starter for LateralAscension]

It was a curious sight to behold, the strangeness taking place ten feet below her lofty perch in the ceiling vents - an undulating black mass, enveloping and shredding various patients and Murkoff personnel; so distracting was it that it gave Maggie pause from her objective momentarily as she lay on her stomach...watching it, observing its efficient method of killing with an almost admiring gaze - whatever it was, it was certainly impressive.

The hall beneath her was soon clear of anything resembling human life and its gaze swept up to meet hers, and Maggie knew that she'd been spotted...but rather than running, she remained where she was, watching quietly, curious as to what it would do; she knew she still had a task to complete, but this creature...it sparked her curiosity, and she was genuinely curious - would it attack her? Would it be intrigued that she didn't flee from them?

What would they do?

[mcuntainbcrn]

I have a mighty need to doodle Maggie with all three Walrider blogs I follow

I can't @mention all of them for some strange reason, but keep your eyes peeled

Its most likely going to surface tomorrow afternoon