muse roster.

agitha. the legend of zelda: twilight princess.

akari. pokémon legends: arceus.

amelia. the outlast trials.

anya. mouthwashing.

babydoll. sucker punch.

billy hope. outlast.

cain knightlord. trinity blood.

camille preaker. sharp objects.

candy quackenbush. abarat.

charlie morningstar. hazbin hotel.

cheedo. mad max: fury road.

christine daae. the phantom of the opera.

dawn. pokémon plantinum.

deet. the dark crystal: age of resistance.

esther blanchett. trinity blood.

eurydice. hadestown.

feng min. dead by daylight.

fran bow dagenhart. fran bow.

frisk. undertale.

furiosa. mad max.

kino. kino's journey.

kira. the dark crystal.

linkle. hyrule warriors.

lydia deetz. beetlejuice.

madotsuki. yume nikki.

makeela riju. the legend of zelda: breath of the wild.

marnie. pokémon sword & shield.

medli. the legend of zelda: the wind waker.

meryl stryfe. trigun stampede.

nefertari vivi. one piece.

padmé amidala. star wars.

rey. star wars.

seras victoria. hellsing.

shilo wallace. repo! the genetic opera.

shiva. the girl from the other side.

sonia. berserk.

tetra. the legend of zelda: the wind waker.

winnie foster. tuck everlasting.

yorshka. dark souls iii.

zelda. the legend of zelda: ocarina of time.

zelda. the legend of zelda: twilight princess.

by request.

amicia de rune. a plague tale.

anna lee. outlast 2.

sister barnes. heretic.

benedikte. berserk.

carrie white. carrie.

cassie holmes. push.

chise hatori. the ancient magus bride.

clyde perry. outlast trials.

david annapurna. outlast.

hinata hyuuga. naruto.

irene easterman. outlast trials.

jamie lloyd carruthers. halloween.

lilith sahl. trinity blood.

loretta cristiano amodio. gangsta.

lynn langermann. outlast 2.

mei chang. fullmetal alchemist.

mina harker. hellsing.

nina. gangsta.

the plain doll. bloodborne.

rin nohara. naruto.

sherry birkin. resident evil.

viola. bloodborne.

testing.

bee. bee & puppycat.

kaya. one piece.

lee harker. longlegs.

lucy maclean. fallout.

sable ward. dead by daylight.

original characters.

ema. outlast trials.

fortuna. the legend of zelda. (wip)

guidelines.

this is a lowkey blog meant to write with my friends, although i do welcome others to interact. don't misbehave, be chill, stay kind & have fun. wander, she/her, 27.

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"come on, teacher! come on!"

the village they are approaching is quiet and silent, a stark contrast to the idyllic image of the river trickling through and winding around the cottages therein, the vines and overgrowth shrouding the windows and crowding the doors.

when her boots meet the cobblestone, the little girl takes a moment to marvel at the sound before she stamps feet once, twice, and then takes off down one of the side streets to the left of the town square.

shiva knows that she shouldn't leave teacher behind in a place unexplored, but her dark eyes are brimming with light and mischief, eager to discover what lies in wait in the shadows.

before coming to mount massive, david worked at a crisis ward in a high security state prison. as stated, he has been an orderly for his entire adult life.

he's kind of a big dude, average height. strong enough to restrain general population, but he would likely need assistance with variants that have undergone additional hormone therapy (per dr. jennifer roland one M.E. patient needs enough tranquilizers to take down a hockey team) and at the end of the day he's a normal guy. before he also undergoes the therapy, of course

david worked at mount massive without knowledge of the underground lab like most employees without security clearance. he cared for the general population patients under his charge during his shifts as an orderly. many of the variants preferred david's assignment because of his humane treatment of them and he earned certain protections among the prisoners.

david quite often supervised the art therapy program before it was cut from the budget and escorted patients considered safe enough to be handled directly by orderlies to and from sessions. he became very familiar with father martin and his finger painting. supplies from the abandoned vocational block were also repurposed for use in art therapy.

he also became close with billy hope, who he himself didn't quite understand intermingling with the actual prisoners who had court sentencing to the asylum. david took to looking after billy and talking with him, finding comic books for him to read from the outside. keep in mind that billy was seventeen when he first stepped foot in mount massive - it was likely a terrifying transition and david tried to make his stay as comfortable as possible.

billy's permanent transference to the basement (project walrider), the removal of the art program, and martin's rapid regression thereafter caused david to begin posing questions about what was truly going on at the asylum.

after his threat to contact the press, david was silenced by richard trager. he became a patient in the fashion of waylon park, but was subjected to the engine for much longer, becoming unrecognizable to his former colleagues.

better  to  keep  things  simple, undetectable, under the radar.

she  shrugs  on  the  leather  straps  of  her  toaster  next,  plain  and  undecorated. ultimately,  she  was  unsatisfied  with  her  adjustments  to  the  rig,  as  mundane  as  they  may  have  been. the  dark  circles  beneath  her  eyes  give  testament  to  her  sleepless  night. noakes  was  the  only  authority  she  deferred  to  when  it  came  to  the  tech  they'd  been  given  to  navigate  the  trials. although  she  had  been  trying  to  stow  away  her  vouchers,  it  seemed  that  this  time  she'd  need  to  borrow  a  little  bit  of  his  prudent  wisdom.

ema  pulls  out  the  drawer  of  her  side  table  and  fishes  out  a  key  —  then,  kneeling  on  the  ground,  she  pulls  out  a  little  lockbox  from  a  carved-out  bible  beneath  her  bed. turning  the  key  reveals  an  assortment  of  odds  and  ends,  curiosities  for  a  collector  such  as  herself  —  a  worn  photograph  of  a  young  girl  with  her  parents,  their  faces  blurred  by  time  —  but  at  the  very  bottom  of  the  metal  container  lies  the  vouchers  she  hadn't  wanted  to  part  with.

sighing  heavily,  ema  shoves  the  vouchers  into  her  pocket  and  replaces  the  little box. she  stands  up  wearily,  stretching  her  arms  high  over  her  head,  before  bandaging  up  her  bare  feet  and  slipping  out  the  door  of  her  cell.

the  sleep  room  is  busier  than  usual,  and  she  passes  by  all  sorts  of  reagents  as  she  weaves  through  the  halls,  her  nimble  feet  carrying  her  quickly  down  the  stairs  to  the  main  lobby. ema  moves  like  a  ghost  among  the  throng. nobody  pays  her  any  mind  as  she  darts  between  them,  more  diminutive  than  most  and  quicker  too,  her  feet  carrying  her  forward  mechanically  to  the  cell  of  the  engineer  himself.

he  doesn't  look  up  as  she  approaches  his  window,  and  ema  sports  a  half-smile  as  she  spies  the  work  currently  occupying  his  hands,  leaning  in  as  far  as  she's  allowed. from  all  of  their  previous  chats,  even  if  those  may  not  be  on  the  daily  as  they  once  were,  she  knows  he  doesn't  mind  this  as  much  as  the  nurse  does.

"mr. noakes,"  ema  greets  in  a  voice  soft  with  habitual  disuse. one  of  the  things  that  sinyala  had  not  changed  about  the  girl  was  her  unfailing  politeness,  and  she  always  shows  it  to  the  former  airman,  respecting  his  candid  way  of  talking  to  her. she  slides  the  vouchers  neatly  beside  him,  taking  care  not  to  disturb  him  too  much. "i  need  your  help  today."

finally,  the  engineer  glances  up  at  the  boyish  figure  casting  her  shadow  over  him,  recognition  flitting  in  his  brown  eyes. he  doesn't  smile;  he  never  does. but  ema  still  feels  the  extent  of  his  warmth  when  he  looks  at  her  like  this. seeing  it  makes  her  heart  sink  every  time.

"long  time  no  see,  missy,"  he  says  offhandedly  as  he  places  down  his  tools. he  casts  his  gaze  sidelong  at  her  vouchers  before  he  takes  inventory,  counts  them  one  by  one,  and  then  glances  up  at  her  again  from  behind  his  glasses. "what  did  you  get  yourself  into  this  time?"

a mysterious smile is to be found beneath a pair of thick-lensed goggles, which protect the young person's pair of green eyes from the dust and grime of the road. "i told you maybe half an hour ago, hermes. there's supposed to be a small town here— or at least, that's what the map said." as they drive into the sunset, finally meeting the end of the woods, kino spies a gate some hundred meters ahead of them.

"well, what do you know."

the gate remains open to receive them: kino slows to a crawl while they roll through the double doors, and dismounts hermes once his tires meet the cobblestone street. the motorrad's engine thrums to a silence, sputtering as if to proudly herald their arrival to all of the town's denizens.

"so what's the plan?" the reedy tin voice echoes again as the traveler casts their gaze around the street, duster coat brushing behind them whilst they survey their options going forward.

"we find lodgings for three days and recuperate our losses from the road. you need gas, isn't that right?"

"please! and none of the cheap stuff."

maybe. the thought of him knowing is almost more than she can bear. she feels her cheeks grow redder at the very notion of having to explain herself. what could she possibly say? hinata swallows her nerves, banishes her looming trepidation, and approaches naruto's door with the baked goods.

there needn't be any note left to explain herself. she releases the breath she hadn't known she was holding in when she sets the basket on the doorstep, taking a small step back to consider it, something innocuous and altogether mysterious.

now, of all times, she worries if naruto even likes cinnamon.

there's a faint whimsy to her step as she approaches the target of her journey: a funeral home which has recently reopened in the downtown area. according to her sources, information concerning local deaths of a supernatural persuasion is to be had by the proprietor of such an establishment. sir hellsing could use the lead: seras hopes that she hasn't come too late.

the bell chimes when she enters the foyer. seras shakes her umbrella free of the excess water. "excuse me— is anyone around? i've come to speak with madame... erm..." the proprietor's specific name eludes her, for the moment.

upset is the least descriptive adjective that could describe the huffing, puffing mess that is miss quackenbush of chickentown.

"we need that map," she intones with all the implications of the calm before the storm that she can muster, grinding her slipper heel into the ground, puffing up with both hands on her hips. "you'd better give it back before you really tick me off!"

amidst the greenery, crimson tresses stand out like a beacon. her golden eyes, warm yet discerning, observe the stranger queen elise has welcomed into her harbor city; perhaps with a degree of familiarity lurking beyond her cursory glance. a rose with thorns. recognition of the self in the other. lilith, ever gentle mannered, offers a hospitable smile to her guest.

"please, make yourself comfortable. do you prefer tea?"