Dance with a madman, won’t you?
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Talking with a Friend
@theheadlessgroom wanna play with Survivor Sin?))
Sinclair was sitting in his lounge chair in the living room, twiddling with the telegraph machine for the fifth time that day. Something was going on with the Morse, making too many beeps. He assumed it was a sticky button, and he was correct. It was just proving difficult to fix.
Blair had gone out for a business related trip, leaving him alone at home with his wolf, Pisces, who was currently sitting at his feet and his mechanical experiments. But it was getting boring rather quickly. And he missed Blair’s voice that would fill the empty silence of the house normally. Well, he realized he also needed it. He found himself far more unnerved by silence than he thought himself to be.
So he guessed that was why Blair thought ahead and contacted Randall to check on his unofficial (via paper at least)/official husband every once and a while over the week and a half he’d be gone. Make sure Sinclair didn’t fall down the porch and break his other leg, burn down the house, fall too far into thoughts he was already still recovering from, stuff like that. Really, it was just giving the crippled man something to look forward to in his bouts of loneliness at home.
So when the door to the quaint little residence was knocked on, Sinclair brightened considerably. He hustled to get his cane, more or less staggering over and opening the door eagerly. He grinned at the smaller man, the grin still somewhat subdued but far better than what it used to be, “Hello, Randall.”
So, here’s all the Hatties I have down so far for the Bloodborne au. Here’s some brief descriptions of what I have in mind for them under the cut ‘cause it got too long. (Thomas is @askthehatboxghost‘s, Horatio is @ask-the-hatbox-ghost‘s, Randall is @theheadlessgroom‘s, and The Shadow (Hatty) is @theshadowofthechateau‘s)
ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕝 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕩 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥
𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦!
@theheadlessgroom
The emoji doesn't seem to be showing up, but just the same: Portal AU, please! -theheadlessgroom
Death expected it to be a normal day; just the usual: reaping, walking, reaping... And then a ghost literally got flung out of a strange portal at them, easily bowling them over.
The sentient grunted, the exoskeleton like skin they had clacking on the ground. They groaned lowly, staring up at Randall with glowing white eyes, “Ugh... salutare... Cum... De unde ai venit?”
For @theheadlessgroom, who requested ‘if the muse(s) were in a horror film + Randall Pace’, for a moodboard. I hope you like it! ^_^
((Hello yes, I’ve been summoned @theheadlessgroom. I drew Cat Randall and also Cat Egore and Dog Sinclair. There’s some little concept of what the hell is wrong with Egore’s face and Sinclair’s body under the cut
I drew dead Mortimer and made myself sad
((We got Randall over there btw @theheadlessgroom))