indefinite hiatus

indie miles upshur roleplay blog. Written by bluez. Selective. mun is 21+. EST March 7th, 2016

[maskcaged]

How can it be? I still believe. 

                                              Something is out there. 

[tuulenhalkoja-deactivated201408]

the fuck is that

(found laying on the gymnasium floor)

[juicepaket-deactivated20150120]

there’s a full version

what the fuck eddie

[sexualdisease]

no but seriously can you imagine him sitting down and looking all serious and precise while drawing that oh my god.

[cvnicaloptimist-blog]

WHO GOT THE POWER?

                       I GOT THE POWER!

[thewitncss-blog]

blownwhistle:

“ I-I’m NOT a patient. I worked here, man! Okay? I’m not fucking crazy like everyone else. ” His tone was sharp, but still barely over a whisper, he’d look behind himself – and behind the man stood in front of him – in a panic, “ Now, are you coming or not? We can’t stay here. ”

  Miles wasn’t the sort to ask for help. But if it was offered, he would take it so long as his pride wasn’t threatened. At this point, survival was the most important thing. He wasn’t going to trust this guy, even if he said he wasn’t crazy. But maybe they could help each other. Without a word, Miles moved to follow the other man. After a few moments, he asked “if you work here, why are you dressed like a patient?” 

[thewitncss-blog]

                                                FUCK THIS PLACE

[maskcaged]

ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᶜᴸᴼˢᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴼᴼᴿ;  ᴮᴱ ˢᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᵞ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ 

                                              ⁽ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉˑˑˑ⁾

[angel-sephiroth]

Miles Upshur better make a cameo in Outlast 2. He deserves so much better

[roleplaymmemes]

The 33rd icon in your folder is your muses reaction to having their ass slapped

[thewitncss-blog]

[thewitncss-blog]

cool blog: [follows me]

me: ok but are u aware that i am a massive fucking disappointment

[sofialambs-deactivated20210711]

outlast + mount massive asylum 

[maskcaged]

ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᶜᴸᴼˢᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴼᴼᴿ;  ᴮᴱ ˢᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᵞ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ 

                                              ⁽ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉˑˑˑ⁾

[thewitncss-blog]

office-party-massacre:

Maybe doing whippets at six-fifteen in the morning wasn’t a good idea. Maybe it was a great idea? Maybe it was…

Holy shit someone was in his garage. His LOCKED, off-limits garage on the edge of fucking town for the express purpose of people NOT ENTERING. Caught proverbially with his pants down and literally with an upturned can of whipped cream stuck in the corner of his mouth, he was caught staring owlishly at… who? was? this?

He coughed awkwardly, at first, not hearing nor even comprehending his question.

“I’m… In…. Here.” He said, slowly, enunciating every syllable.

  What exactly had happened moments prior? Miles had not been concerned with the man before him’s actions because he had been too concerned with his own. What exactly had he been running from? What had he done? 

  “No I...” He what? What did he mean? City? Street? Wait, why was he even in this garage anyway? Who was this guy? He tried to gather his thoughts. His thoughts which were a total mess in the current moment. 

“Wait... How did I get in here?” His eyes drifted around the room. He honestly didn’t know where he was at all. This guy seemed alarmed, which was a fitting reaction honestly. 

[joisalone-blog]

The Hitchhiker / with TheWitncss

[thewitncss-blog]

joisalone:

@thewitncss

Escape at last. Night Vale was finally behind her. The desert road seemed to stretch on forever into the night. All was quiet other than her footsteps. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, and in that time she realized that she had no idea how she got here. An existential fear gripped her mind for a moment before she regained composure.  No matter how she’d been suddenly translocated, the fact remained that her dream was finally coming true. 

A smile crossed her face. She was so shocked that she ran a hand over her own face to make sure it was real. She couldn’t remember the last time she smiled like that. Her suffering was finally over. No more wild dogs, no more radio station assignments. Just silence, the solitude of the road and whatever life she chose to build at the end of it. 

No sooner did her eyes adjust to the dark did she was she blinded by the sudden appearance of headlights. her hand shot up to cover her eyes. There were no streetlights, so the light fro this car was the only thing visible in the shadows. Jo took a precautionary step away from the road. Were they slowing down?  Her first instinct was to run off into the shadows, but she resisted and stayed put, determined to watch him pass. She had to be sure that this was a normal person and not some Night Vale monstrosity that had come to drag her back. With one hand still covering her eyes, she gave the driver a slight wave, as if to say “Hello, new world. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”

   Static. If it wasn’t for the persistent sound humming inside of his skull, Miles may have fallen asleep. The radio on this old piece of shit didn’t work. He wouldn’t be surprised if it just stopped running. The desert was empty of traffic. It was actually a little weird. Through the static in his head, he started to wonder where he was. Come to think of it, wasn’t he trying to head north? Where was he? 

  He took a deep breath. He had to stay calm. Panicking made the static get more unbearable. It made him start to lose himself. He didn’t want to do that... Just as his mind started to wander to things it probably shouldn’t, his headlights revealed something on the side of the road. A young woman, totally alone. Miles started to slow down, making certain he didn’t hit her. Hitchhikers... Random women. No, he couldn’t think for himself over the roaring static. 

  But she waved. Maybe he needed a distraction. Maybe she needed help. Being alone with the monster inside his body wasn’t helping him. It wasn’t like he’d be with her long enough to get her into trouble.... Right? He stopped the car and rolled the window down. 

  “You... need a ride?” 

[thewitncss-blog]

//I wonder how much “Miles” is left after the Walrider gets in him. Is it just like he has the powers? It fucked up everyone who went through the engine. Did he become violent? Is he basically just supersized? I always sort of thought it would be like… I don’t know. The Walrider was never confirmed to be only made with science, but it was never denied. It depends if you believe there was a supernatural element. 

I always assumed that The Walrider’s memories were all made up of the folks they used the engine on. The people it drove (even more) mad. I always thought Miles would be protected from physical harm. I mean, if he dies and no suitable host (somebody physically beat up enough that has also seen so much horror) around, it would probably die too. I portray Miles as still maintaining his old self for the most part (he did save Waylon from Jeremy and NOT hurt him. That was Miles. The Walrider would clearly kill him), but it’s sort of like a disease? Like, it keeps getting stronger. When he panics or his life is in danger, it takes more control. It could clearly because his mental state decreases. At times, Miles will have memories that don’t belong to him. It slowly drives him more and more crazy. I do this because I find it interesting, plus it’s the best way to continue imo. If the Walrider “healed” the bullet wounds, then it might have restored his fingers too?? I am not 100% certain on that one so I vary. 

Aside from it being supersized Miles or my almost psychotic one… The other option is that it totally took over and he’s a puppet for it. The big reason I don’t believe this is because he saves Waylon. 

I think Miles is still the same guy, but he won’t be forever. I think situation factors a lot into whether or not he’s more “him”. 

I think Miles has some serious PTSD after the game, and any time that is triggered, he loses more control. If he had a legit flashback, he’d lose himself totally for awhile. 

Also, threads where he is still in Mount Massive, make the Walrider stronger sense he’s obvious super nervous there. I think that Miles will be a totally different person in a few years, maybe less. Idk. Anyway, that’s my headcanon.

[trill001]

[thewitncss-blog]

@blownwhistle liked for a short starter. (x)

  “Alright, let’s stick together. But I don’t trust you. You’re a patient here, and I’m sorry that these people fucked you over. But I’m not gonna be here for you to lose it like the rest of them...” Like that psycho ‘doctor’ that recently did some unneeded ‘surgery’ on his fingers. 

[thewitncss-blog]

@richardtrager liked for a short starter. (x)

Pain was still clouding his mind. He was seeing spots and the heavy weight pushing him to pass out never stopped pressing harder. Miles wasn’t a stranger to getting knocked around, but losing fingers was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn’t catch his breath, the only way to stay quiet was to cover his mouth as he hid from the ‘doctor’. He could feel his own blood running onto his face. The bastard was so close to him. He could only pray he didn’t look under the bed...