SUSIE, ALL IT SAID WAS, AND I QUOTE, “TITTY FUCK THA LASAGA:.

I am here in Father Campbell’s Chapel about to not do this fucking generator

Hey Doc. Two things. One: Have you seen any duplicate survivors? And two: Your thoughts on the Trickster?

For your first question! I have actually, it’s interesting although very peculiar. At this point I shouldn’t be surprised

For your second question...

((he’s a twink, I... he’s just a twink and I love it. But I don’t really like the new killer, but it’s just funny to me -MUN))

“[Discipline is required,]” The Doctor said, raising his weapon once again. His words seem so clear, they almost burnt themselves into his brain. 

He took another swing at Adiel, his laugh contuining to fill the room.... to fill his thoughts. But as he swung, there was a short window of time... an opening... a chance to escape.

“Pardon me. Doctor.. Carter was it? Sorry to intrude. I only recently ended up here.. Could you help me?” The red haired Brit asked cautiously, looking at the man he was speaking to.

((Hope this is decent! ^^’))

The Doctor looked at the Brit, almost taken aback that they knew his name. But more importantly they were asking a killers help.

His voice cut through their thoughts, “[... I’m surprised that someone apparently so new to this waking nightmare knows my name. But that’s besides the point!]” he cleared his throat, even thought he wasn’t talking physically, “[Why come to a killer for help?]”

((This was perfect dude! Sorry if my responses is a bit eh, I’ve never RPed on Tumblr sooo-))

@dbdaskghostface​

The Doctor, hearing Adiel scream let out another laugh, His laugh seeming to echo around in his head as he approached. The hallucinations reappearing and disappearing more rapidly as the real doctor approached. He was almost Indistinguishable from the hallucinations expect that he didn’t disappear, he kept moving towards Adiel. His voice was loud... painful.... “[Oh, I’m just doing what I do best Mr. Roberts ]” he stopped right in front of him, putting his weapon under his chin, the sharp mental stinging his skin as electricity bounced off it. “[Discipline.]”

The noises he was hesring turned into harsh whispers as the doctor looked over him. His wide smile burning itself into his mind. he looked insane.. no... he was insane. This was was truly mad.

“Pardon me. Doctor.. Carter was it? Sorry to intrude. I only recently ended up here.. Could you help me?” The red haired Brit asked cautiously, looking at the man he was speaking to.

((Hope this is decent! ^^’))

The Doctor looked at the Brit, almost taken aback that they knew his name. But more importantly they were asking a killers help.

His voice cut through their thoughts, “[... I’m surprised that someone apparently so new to this waking nightmare knows my name. But that’s besides the point!]” he cleared his throat, even thought he wasn’t talking physically, “[Why come to a killer for help?]”

((This was perfect dude! Sorry if my responses is a bit eh, I’ve never RPed on Tumblr sooo-))

ego

(please refrain from leaving suggestive comments on my artwork)

In light of recent events I am posting this here

Please don’t deny the crisp sir, you are crispy man

Have you ever had a dream that, that you, um, you had, you'll, you would you could, you do, you would you want you um

No.

bites you

[WHAT KIND OF DISEASE DID I GET THIS TIME?]