Tale of Two Cursed Fathers (an RP blog)

Semi-selective, indie RP blog for Harry Mason (Silent Hill) and Nathan Wallace (Repo: The Genetic Opera).

This dual-fandom blog explores how two widower fathers go through hell in their respective worlds. The challenges they face are willing sacrifices to give their 17-year-old daughters a chance at life. Harry fights for his daughter's safety and right to freedom. While Nathan clings helplessly to his beloved daughter, knowing full well that he is smothering her but he just can't let go.

Attended to by Zaira (she/her) | Mun + Muses 30+ | Crossovers, AUs, and OCs welcome. | Blog is 20+ only, for my own peace of mind.

Current Activity: Low

Replies are slow due to mental health/burnout. Discord is for mutuals.

Canon Triggers from Lore: Religious abuse, child abuse, child death, gore, violence, monsters, coercion.

Rules | Mun | Bios | Harry's Verses | Nathan's Verses

Harry: Bisexual

I have been non-existent on this blog for a bit and trying to find my way back. I feel like I've missed some things in my activity page for a bit. I'm a little out of touch lol. So, we're doing a plotting call.

@rottingkiss | Cont. X

Just for a SPLIT moment, he thought the voice sounded an awful lot like Josh's. The solider turns on his heel in a flash, wanting to lay eyes on his little brother that has been slipping through his fingers like SAND this entire time. Disappointment immediately courses through his veins when seeing it was an older man that he's never seen before in his entire life. He lifts a hand to his temple, rubbing it there. This town must REALLY be getting to him if every little sound, every little movement makes him think he's FOUND a family member. That, or he still is able to HOPE in these desperate times. Now that the two men are standing across from each other, Alex's hand hovers near the pocket of his pants where he keeps his knife. It's out of habit at this point with how many of these MONSTERS lurk around every corner. Almond-coloured hues scan their surroundings before he decides that there are no CURRENT threats. Hands fall to his sides, allowing the map to hang from his grasp. ❝A little girl?❞ He ponders out loud, trying to recall if he's seen anyone like that. It's then he shakes his head slowly, a frown lacing his lips. ❝Sorry-- I've only seen things you wouldn't BELIEVE . . . I'm looking for a little boy. My brother . . . Do you think they're running around together?❞ Kids usually stick around one another when lost, right? That sounds reasonable in Alex's mind. His sibling is a crybaby and would cling onto some little girl for solace. At least . . . he's hoping Josh isn't absolutely ALONE in this hellhole called Silent Hill.

This was certainly not the response he had expected to get in the slightest. He can't tell if he's more relieved or finding his worry climbing ever higher. It was a pleasant surprise to find another soul that didn't have acts of violence as an immediate reaction. Though, how the young man's serious features melt into something toeing the line of desperation when speaking of his little brother has Harry more on edge.

"It's definitely a possibility." Harry replied. His voice soft as he attempted to not give the younger man false hope. Harry's own hope had begun to wear a bit thin hours ago but determination was still riling his spirit. "Children are often drawn to one another."

Goodness. Two missing children in a town full of monsters and strange forces? Epidemic was a bit of a harsh word and he wasn't quite comfortable using it for the situation but something was definitely wrong. He had done the research, had read the statistics. Children did not just simply go missing. Those with close family ties would not simply run off carelessly.

"My Cheryl's quite outspoken and loves to make friends." He took a breath and purposely relaxed his shoulders. His posture sank into something a little more comfortable. A desperate attempt to ease the rising wariness he could spot in his new companion. "I'm sure if they happened to run into each other then she would mostly likely ask your brother to walk with her."

His hand twitched into a fist for a moment as he looked off into the fog off to the side. It was so dense, so dark. God, it was no place for young, defenseless children. If he made it out of this alive he might never take Cheryl on vacation ever again. The park was as far as he was willing to venture, he thinks.

@mistyjudgement

Book!James is a fucking mess and I love him 💗

He's such a wreck and it's still Chapter 1

I just found this existed today and bought it. If this isn't just an absolute clusterfuck of ideas then what are we even doing here?

I was listening to Betrayal and Unhinged Betrayal to listen to the differences (and because they got stuck in my head lol). I noticed something I never noticed before (despite it being really obvious oof). At first I thought the metal sounds were just melodic clanging to go with the general sound themes of PH's approach. But it only hit me recently that they're actually the dramatic ticking of a clock until they start to patter out, as if time is running out.

So, gonna try doing replies on mobile but i won't be able to cut posts, just a heads up.

This goes for my Alex + Caroline blog ( @you-can-never-go-home ) too