#muurderous

[craneiisms-a]

She knew she should’ve taken up a different task, searching somewhere else and somewhere safer for the paper she’d write up. Bethany didn’t know the whole story surrounding Mount Massive or it’s history but what she witnessed after sneaking in, made her want to hide under a bed and try to block out everything. Between the madness, the gore, the blood.. everything, she wanted to be home and safe.

Finding her way to the lower part of the asylum proved a bit difficult with some leeway’s,but she had managed to get down there. It wasn’t exactly bad till she went further in. There was even more blood and gore, but she couldn’t get anything out to vomit so she did her best to hold her composure. Beth couldn’t help but find it strange to say the least though. The sewing machines, the mannequins, dresses. She was afraid to knew who lingered down here. Her questioning was quickly answered at the sound of footsteps, so she quickly hid herself behind one of the tables. Would she die here?

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@muurderous it’s not a lot and i’m not super proficient at making icons pleh! but here you go!! also whatever you can scavenge on my blog you can use. :D i’ll be making more in the future. 

[walriding]

--> @muurderous 

     "Oh, what... shit -- what the fuck?"

     There wasn't much else to be said, really.

     Don't look down is an overused piece of advice, as though the view from an extreme height is the worst thing a person can see. No one has ever told him not to look up, although right now, he's wishing someone had thought to provide such information. A thick glob of something red and fleshy had plopped right onto his sleeve, and for some reason, he'd felt the need to tilt his head and find the source. Big mistake.

     He can't even think of a way to describe what he's seeing, so he merely angles the lens of his camera towards the ceiling. A picture is worth a thousand words, after all.

     How many are there? And are those -- yeah, no, definitely some patchwork boob jobs going on up there. Fantastic.

     As if Trager's House of Medical Malpractice hadn't been enough.

     Miles isn't entirely sure where he is. A gymnasium, obviously, but how he ended up here is anyone's best guess. You can't really blame him for being a little dazed and confused, based on everything that’s happened.

     Wherever he is, it's way too fucking quiet. If there's anything he's learned, it's that noisy threats are easier to avoid. Silence usually means something is coming. Something big. Something bad. Bodies don't just hang themselves from the rafters, either -- not in such gruesome quantities and in such states of... surgical disarray, anyway. Someone must have orchestrated this, and Miles isn't interested in having a meet and greet. Best to just leave quickly the way he came in.

     He slips out of the gym and toggles on the camera's night vision, looking around with his breath held in his throat. Of course, there’s the challenge of figuring out which way he came in. The asylum is like a maze if you don’t keep your wits about you. 

     And Miles feels as though his wits have been scrambled.

[rotttnapple]

♒:Vulnerable

feelings

“Beyond my obvious issue with sharp and pointy objects?” Charley chuckles, but the sound is bitter and humorless. “Asking for help for something beyond my control. Needing that help. I hate that feeling, being unable to handle something myself be it an injury or...something that has come crawling out of the past. Knowing something, or something, is coming and being unable to stop it. Vulnerability is the worst feeling in the world.”

[killerconsort-blog]

@muurderous

        When Laura had first started her work at Murkoff, something like this was never envisioned. The blood, the screaming, the pain she felt in her ribs. How had she gotten here? Hiding pitifully under some sort of... Table? She couldn’t see well enough to actually know where she was or what she was touching, but as long as it wasn’t soft or too wet it sufficed as shelter.

        However, she’d been here for the better part of twenty minutes and the area was quickly becoming the opposite of her safe haven. Patients were flooding in from the far end of the building and what once was a straggler here and there, now had become a bloodbath. There were echoes of voices and the sound of flesh being ripped apart all around her.

                                        They’d find her soon, too, if she didn’t move.

        A dim light in the next hallway over is her destination. The soft sound of her bare feet against the tiled floor is all too loud in her ears but she can’t bring herself to move any faster in such a dark area. It could be her undoing, she thinks, but for now it’s all she has in the way of staying quiet. Ramming into an obstacle certainly wouldn’t help her cause.

[rotttnapple]

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

headcanons

Has my muse ever been in love?If we’re talking verses - outside his general canon - yeah he has been. He’s even been married! In an Outlast verse, and in his Rook verse before he ended up on the island (he took off - love and loyalty with Charley oh boy what fun) he is/was married. Other than that, as he stands, in the general environment, he hasn’t been in head over heels for anybody. He’s been extremely fond of people, ones he has and has not had sex with but so far he hasn’t come across a One True Love. There is a difference between love and loyalty to him - just because he’s loyal doesn’t mean he loves, and just because he loves doesn’t necessarily mean he’s loyal. A strong bond of loyalty will make him stay (probably, he’s a slippery little fuck), but love can’t seem to manage keeping a tight hold and he always ends up leaving after a few weeks/months.

[immeritaluere-blog]

@muurderous​

Amara had found a new passage through the vents, Just big enough for her to fit through. It seemed to be almost endless, Peeking through any vent door she came across for something interesting, food, something that glinted in the light, or a new person. But so far, just dusty rooms full of tables. She was about to lose all hope, until the old metal below her hands creaked and groaned a bit louder than usual. Ceasing all her movements she stared below, not but another two seconds had passed before the metal gave way, sending her tumbling to the ground below with a shriek. rolling to her side with a groan of pain she waited for the throbs of pain from her fall to cease.

[egosumdermestidae]

“ B e a u t i f u l . “