Mhmmhm... Good, But Not Good Enough. Could You Do It In E-major?

What happens if I throw water on you

You’d die!

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

no cause some of the shit y'all are saying has me genuinely worried that you don't understand the difference between immigration and SETTLER COLONIALISM. y'all do realize that if jewish people just mass migrated to palestine and lived peacefully among palestinians as neighbors and countrymen, then none of this would be a problem. right? you get that, right? you get that our issue was never "there's too many jews here" but rather "why am i getting kicked out of my house." RIGHT?

HERMAN WHY U hate TALBOT

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Honestly, I admire your blog a whole lot! It's impressive how well you run it despite it being your first time running one. As well as how you interpret The Doc! Keep up the good work Mun!

((SIWOAHAAA! THANK YOU ANON!! That actually means a lot to me, I try to work hard to keep this blog as interesting as possible. It’s a bit hard to maintain but I think I’m getting there! And I’m also glad you like my interpretation of The Doctor! He’s super fun to type things out for! I’m just really glad you like this blog! Again thank you so much anon!!

Here’s a little doodle for you!

I cannot put into words how much this means to me! -MUN))

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures and something that scares your muse.

Thoughts on cops and other authority figures: Herman could really care less about them. From his perspective they’re all below him, as he had worked for the CIA with MKAwakening. Also ACAB.

Greatest Fear: Herman is absolutely terrified of failure. He honestly can’t even stand the thought of it, he constantly needs to be at peak preformance. Whether it be in trials, or during experiments he needs to be successful.

CDC finally fuckin' recommended the new COVID boosters for everyone in the US. letting my american followers who don't check the news know because i've been turned away for wanting to get an extra booster & now won't be anymore & it's Lovely. most americans are not going to get these and are going to grumble about them, which sucks as far as spread goes - but DOES mean u can schedule with ur local pharmacy sooner rather than later. please do so. ur immunocomprised friends and ur own body will thank u.

The pallet came crushing down on the Doctor causing him to stumble back. He let out an irritated groan, it almost sounded like he was being electrocuted. Catching his balance his gaze set directly on Adiel... but something was different. His eyes had stopped giving off that strange glow.

“[Clever... must be instinct.]” He said as he moved towards the pallet. “[Welcome to the Fog Adiel.... it’s going to be like this for the rest of your life.]”

With surpring strength he kicked the pallet, and just a few kicks shattering it, the pieces of wood seeming to burn up.

“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-))

THAT’S MY COW! HELLO???

Where’s the cow.

happy valentines day herfmanf

Oh yeah, this holiday exists! But uh... Thank you Anon, you’re very kind! Have a day full of... that thing called love!