#lynn tmc

[m0n373r]

The "mother" that failed to protect her child

[s0lidus-six]

I don't think babies should be drinking that Jude...

[marshalls-garden]

Lynn Murray Concepts

Some of these are a little old baring the last image which was from a comic test!

she’s also on artfight here’s her profile link!

Nothing official ofc! Adam’s design kinda hinges on her- and we (me and my twin @seasonalmoss ) need to do a lot more revisioning for him. Currently in the process of setting stuff up to get designers! :D as it stands this designs works for Lynn for now! Will probably use for a particular project but know it’s not official for my works as a whole!

Old designs and concepts under the cut!

first two images were made by @seasonalmoss Tbh in some ways I prefer elements of her old designs so perhaps I’ll keep that in mind for the future 🤔

[papatruder]

[papatruder]

Sooo Murray's family as a Winters from RE aaand mark, ces and sarah as a characters from link click bc i said so. Idk Idk if I'll ever finish it

[uriayx]

tw for implied death and stuff because yah

Hey man, it's me, I uhh….

The baby had stopped crying by the time Jude made it to the house. He had heard Adam crying over the phone earlier, he swore he did. Guilt bubbled in his stomach as he knocked. No answer. "Lynn?" He called. No answer. As he went to call her, the door creaked open. His footsteps, treading carefully upon the hardwood floors, shook as he looked inside. The phone was dangling from the receiver, ringing uselessly. "…Lynn?" He called out again. Music began to play.

Just wanted to call and…I dunno, catch up with you I guess and tell you some stuff.

Opera music. Lynn's favorite. So she must be home. She must be. Jude continued on, stepping around toys left on the floors- trains, small angels, toys with ominously jingling bells and jester hats and lambs. The opera music got louder. It was coming from the nursery.

I'm off my meds today, and uhh. There's a dead body in my house.

"Lynn? Where are you?" Jude's voice felt scratchy and hoarse as he tried to open the door. It was locked. "Lynn?" He banged on the door, saying her sweet name louder and louder until it was all he could think about, desperately banging on the door for an answer that would never reach his pathetic ears. The angels do not smile on him today.

And it's really. Starting. To cause. Me. Issues.

"Lynn…" He called out hoarsly before collapsing beside the nursery, knowing what became of her now. He hadn't seen it, but he knew. She was gone. His son was gone. His life he had, gone. Nobody to call to, nobody to answer his prayers, but the angelic singing in the room sounded more and more like her.

If you'd call me back, that'd be. Great.

And it was driving him insane, knowing that God only wept for her.