#murderasscience

[seesgood]

38 hours. If he got to 48, she was breaking a window, jumping out of it, and sprinting for the cops. He’d never been gone this long. And when he was, he’d tell her. Or he’d call and check in --- if he could. But this was...different. He hadn’t told her where he was going, which meant it wasn’t supposed to be long. Which meant he should have been back now. After spending the first 24 hours distracting herself by working way ahead on the online classes she was taking, and then cleaning the whole apartment, and then rearranging his book shelf so that everything was in alphabetical order ---- she was starting to get panicked. And she resorted to pacing. It was late. Or early. And she was starting to wonder what the hell she was supposed to do if he didn’t come back when she heard it. 

Instinctively, she sprinted towards the walls, hitting a few spots until she found the section that gave way to reveal the handgun stashed behind it. ( She’d found it a few months ago after throwing a book at the exact right spot and filed the information away for future reference ). The gun fumbled awkwardly in her hands or a few moments as the footsteps drew closer, but by the time the door jiggled slightly, she had it poised, pointed, hands shaking only slightly at whoever was about to walk in. 

It took her a moment to recognize him, but once she did, she felt like her stomach had dropped out, eyes blowing wide as she took in the sight of him. His face was busted, he was standing just slightly off center. He looked like he was in pain, and the sight of it made her breath hitch. Tossing the gun onto the couch cushions ( she was sure she’d hear about it later ), Caroline strode towards him, crossing the distance in three long strides as she lifted her hands to his face.  ❝ Oh my god, ❞  Moving so that he was under the light, she felt her grip soften, fingertips tracing over the bruise on his cheek, thumb tracing the cut in his lip lightly. She winced when she took it all in, as if she could physically feel his pain.  ❝ What happened? Who did this? I’m gonna ---- ❞ Her head shook, brows furrowing slightly.  ❝ I’m gonna kick their ass. ❞          /          @murderasscience​

[shallowsurvived]

reality crashes over her like ice, her lungs sucking in air as she wakes up. what the dream was, she can’t remember. whether it was the rock, or the room, or feeling the knife draw across her throat ---- she can’t be entirely certain. but it feels like ice is trickling through her veins, like her lungs are struggling for breath. it feels like she’s dying. instinctively, her fingers seek out the body next to hers, curling around his arm. focus on the things around you. his shirt, hanging loosely around her shoulders, her skin, the blanket still half draped over her lap, the taught muscles in his arm, his body next to hers. he won’t let anything happen. he won’t let anything happen. it takes a moment for her eyes to focus, to blink and not see water lapping a the sides of a rock, or a mass of grey moving through her field of vision, a fin warning her of danger. it takes her a moment to blink and see him. his brow furrowed, his gaze concerned.  ❝ i’m sorry, ❞  her voice is shaky, chest quaking as she inhales quick, shaking breaths. breathe, she needs to breathe.  ❝ it’s ok --- it’s --- ❞  the words are disjointed and her eyes squeeze shut, frustration creasing her brow. her other hand moves to his shoulder, shaking hand moving to his neck so her fingers rest against his pulse, counting the beats, trying to time her breathing with his.  ❝ ‘s just a nightmare. it’s okay. it’s not real. ❞  not anymore.                    /                    @murderasscience   ;   sc.

[peaceificarchived]

♫ gimmie.

Send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!

SEBASTIAN AND NOAH

Bastille - Another place

James Arthur - Skeletons

Billie Eilish - Bad Guy

Billie Eilish - My strange addiction

Dermot Kennedy - Power over me

Jonas Brothers - Sucker

EMMA AND NOAH

Shawn Mendes - Nervous

Go Radio - Goodnight Moon

Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you

Roy Orbinson - Pretty Woman

Dean Martin - Baby it's cold outside

[imthelcstprincess]

( @murderasscience | ☼ plotted starter )

for the most part, the cliff was secluded.  enough to be alone, to have privacy, and it had the same view as the beach so it wasn’t like she could miss any potential rescues.  ones that never seemed to come.  rapunzel just stood there, looking to the horizon that went on for eternity, dry tears on her cheeks being met with fresh ones as they rolled down her eyes.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”  

being alone, she felt it was acceptable to scream out, to just let it all out.  no one could hear her, and in an hour she’d be calm enough to rejoin everyone and continue on with trying to find a way off the island, looking for food... everything.  but now?  now she didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t worried.  she didn’t have to pretend like her optimism was anything but blind - it was hitting her that, maybe, they weren’t being rescued at all.

“this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening; what, how, why is this happening?”  her breaths were beginning to stagger and she threw her arms out, resting her hands to her head, her fingers gripping at her hair.  she turned around, facing away from the cliff’s edge ( she was about to walk in circles, to pace - a nervous habit she had ) but was stopped short when she saw sebastian.  “oh, i-- um.  i didn’t think anyone else was up here.  i---”

[strangcrdoctor]

It had probably taken him about a week of abstract wanderings around New York to realize he’d had a second shadow following him around. And not just the usual kind that happened into his life now and again, which involved terrible curses or ill-meaning charms. He’d become such of a New York native that he didn’t pay much attention to crowds and foot traffic anymore, he just sort of knew how to dodge the throngs and keep an eye on the crosswalks given he was a head over most people who were prowling the streets.

But after about a week, his photographic memory had begun to realize that one face was consistently tailing him every time he wandered out into the New York City streets and outside the Sanctum Sanctorum. He felt foolish in not having recognized it sooner, given the face was also one that was quite a few inches above the average head level in New York. Still, Stephen knew so many people’s faces having become a sorcerer that telling them apart wasn’t always the easiest thing for him. Remembering context wasn’t as always as easy as remembering details. Eye color, slope of the nose, jaw shape, set of the shoulders.

After two weeks, even he wasn’t stupid enough to miss the fact that it wasn’t just a local’s coincidence to keep running into this man. And even though his specialty in superstition, paranoia, and general suspicion made him both more aware of the nuances and more ignorant of the generalities than most, he wasn’t a flat out blockhead. And it might have been the death knell of his ignorance, his own death knell, or the death knell of his stalker when the shadow in question started lurking, stalking around the Sanctum’s sidewalks and alleys late into the night.

Late, of course, when no sane human was awake, but Stephen Strange naturally was.

So finally, his patience wore thin, and when the lone talk lurker made his way past the front door, Stephen was there waiting for him in the entryway, leaning against the light beaming out of the doorway. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he said sharply. “Why the hell are you so interested in me? Unless of course you’re after something else than just me, in which case I’m equally interested because you followed me in the last week approximately at least twice grocery shopping, three times to my favorite bar, and six times to meet with clients at my favorite hot dog place. So what gives?”

( @murderasscience )

[xgoldenhour]

Brighter than Sunshine

continued from x

It seemed like the universe was smiling down at her and gifting her with this beautiful sunny day.

It seemed like a rarity ever since she moved across the world that held a different kind of beauty. But, the sunshine, the sun felt like home. And it was an excuse to be out of the house for a little bit, easing the mundanity of errands. Of course, she had to be that person who took pictures when the sun came out. And for some reason she couldn’t wait to show these photos to Sebastian--well, when he healed.

Although, even on one of her sunniest days, it still felt like someone was watching her, following her.

Finally, after a couple of hours of errands and soaking in some sun, Eloise finally made it back to her flat, paper bags in hand. A smile rose from her lips when the first thing she heard was his voice.

“Well, I bought some zucchini noodles, so I thought I’d make some with chicken and then tonight I was thinking balsamic mushroom pasta. I found this great recipe online and thought I’d try it out.” And by online, she meant Pinterest. “There’s leftover salmon if you’re not feeling chicken.”

El moved to the kitchen and set down the groceries, beginning to unpack its content. “It is! It felt so good to be outside...I practically wanted to get sunburned.” The blonde laughed, giggling to herself. It was most likely the weather that brightened her mood like this. 

“How’s the window seat? You’re exactly where I left you.”

@murderasscience

[militarytrash]

for @murderasscience

Most days, Nic isn’t sure how he survived to this point. Sure, he’s a quiet person by habit, and he’d been at home when the first of them had arrived, but after that? He just got lucky. It’s not like he was living in the country - no, he was in the middle of a huge city, and even if he wasn’t making noise, things and people around him definitely were. He just got really, really lucky - because he ran into Sebastian, who was way more equipped at handling this new situation than Dominic was.

And now they’re... here - in some little house in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to a town for them to walk and get supplies. It’s... more work than anyone thinks about, living past the end of the world. Nic’s just glad he has company. 

He catches Sebastian’s attention with a big sweeping wave, smiling once he’s got it. We should go into town soon. Tomorrow? They’re close, but not so close that they could make it there and back if they left right now. At least not before dark. And despite the monsters only hunting by sound, they still moved around. Best to be underground before nightfall than risk running into one of them.

[neonnoirqueen]

@murderasscience continued from here main verse ; an alley near the palace

“Well maybe if you didn’t have all the fun WITHOUT me, I wouldn’t have to pout.” They know the consequences though, if they were to be seen out killing with him. And yet, they can’t help but think of how THRILLING it would be to spill blood by his side. “We should go together next time.”