#hisapcstle: miles

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another official updated blogroll

currently focusing on

damagecompilation / multifandom multi (you are here)

shackld / chief (ptn)

tasterot / studio investigrave dual muse

dcgfight / fandomless oc

semi-active

dominihilist / kafka (hsr)

angeliicon / robin (hsr)

moonrxge / feixiao (hsr)

suprsonic / sonic multi

hisapcstle / miles (outlast)

godevil / makima (csm) but she's also here too

preyrage / fandomless oc

[damagecompilation-a]

if yall know my old miles blog @/hisapcstle no you dont

[voiceofmany]

@hisapcstle​ asked:

« i like to think that it’s my job to show you young people how hard life is. » miles to miles

[animal crossing meme] - accepting!

It took a long moment for Miles to gather up an appropriate response, mostly because he was too busy staring at the other man with his mouth hanging open. “Did you have too much to drink? Some edible I missed? Because I know I told you about how I’m, fuck, what, over two hundred and thirty years old now?” Things happened, all right? Secrets got shared. Especially when the person you were hanging around not only shared your name, but your inability to die. “Young people, my fucking ass.”

[voiceofmany-a]

@hisapcstle​ [s.c.]

“All right, I’ll give you this, they’re...kind of creepy. A little. But they’re no worse than the gibbrells I’ve met in the past.” Jack makes impressive conversation, he thinks, given the fact that he and this reporter guy are crouching on the floor deep in an asylum. At this point, it’s probably the nerves. “Like, once you really learn how to communicate with them - you have to make up for the fact that you don’t have three throat sacs, of course - they’re not bad. Their leader actually tried to mate with me, you know. I might’ve taken him up on it, but I’ve always tried my best not to have to...” He holds up his hands, making questionable gestures with them as he attempts to articulate the difference between species sexual activity, before he takes a deep breath and looks at him again. “Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna just...come back to my ship? Is this really worth it?”

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@hisapcstle​ asked: wanders around myers house, camcorder raised. "hey there demons. its me. ya boy."

when michael stepped out of his room to leave his home and go cause unfiltered chaos,  he didn’t expect to see a survivor here,  walking around with a camcorder.  why is he filming?  not like he can upload anything in the realm...  he tilts his head in confusion,  before tightening his grip on his knife and going straight after the trespasser.  he’ll make sure this survivor never steps foot in his home ever again. 

[mvncesa]

hisapcstle replied to your post: miles vc: gay

jack vc: I know u are but what am I ??

[arosiers-blog]

@hisapcstle / sc. 

“ -- you shouldn’t have gone alone, Miles.  I mean fuck, the tip you got was fishy at best. “  He doesn’t tell Miles that a great part of the FURY is self - induced.  Had he been there, he could have protected Miles.  But -- well, Miles doesn’t know that.  Imagining the bloodshed he might have left in his wake is enough to make his fingers twitch.  

“ ... if you need a place to crash, you know, so you aren’t on your own ... ? “ 

[stonecoldambition-blog]

Continued from here ( @hisapcstle​ )

A flash of anger raced through Richard’s eyes, a gaze that had maintained its usual chill up until now. Calloused fingers kept a firm grip upon the journalist’s collar, making sure their heights matched. He craved to burn holes into the other with the intensity of his stare. ❝ You watch your tongue. ❞ His voice was icy when it could have been heated, a stark contrast between tongue and eye.

❝ I want you gone. ❞ He spoke low, his words only meant for the one in front of him. ❝ You don’t belong here and you know that. ❞

He let go and stepped back, fingers moving to the edges of his jacket to compose himself. Richard Perkins was meant to be calm and collected. He was meant to hold his head up high, so he did. Square his shoulders, so he did. Return to that indifferent gaze, so he did. ❝ Shove that story up your own ass. ❞ It was spoken so coolly, as all his other words had been. A familiar chill, coupled with a pair of indifferent brown hues. Staring down the reporter as if their difference in height was nonexistent. 

[eatrude]

@hisapcstle

“ It is first and foremost important you feel COMFORTABLE.  From what little I’ve heard, I would not be surprised to learn you suffer lingering anxiety and a need to keep out of confinement.  There are two doors in and out of this room, one leads to the public waiting area, and one is a private exit for my more ... NERVOUS patients.  Neither of them are locked, and you may test them if you feel so compelled.  Would you like to sit, or do you prefer to stand? “ 

[damagecompilation]

if any of you knew me on @/hisapcstle you legally have to tell me i had such good fun on miles-

[wrathfl]

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

PLATONIC REQUESTS FOR AFFECTION // accepting! || @hisapcstle​

    The day finally was ending and only that one simple thing cheered Gram while walking around the forest, with a new friend that found her after escaping from judges chase a few hours ago.

   This day definitely was too long to her first, she got beat up by Peggie that took her by surprise when she tried to steal canned food, and only a few hours later she heard Jacob laughing and announcing on her radio frequency that she needs better to start running if she wants to be still alive. 

   Finding Miles walking around the forest with his silly camera was definitely one of the small things that she appreciated today. Talking with someone who wasn’t an enemy was everything that Mercy needed to keep her sanity. She even proposes going to her hideout together to rest and eat what she steel earlier, only to be around someone at last longer than a few minutes.

   On the way to the hideout, they stopped after seeing two dead bodies laying under the trees. Mercy after seeing familiar faces of Whitetail Militia feel how her body didn’t want to move. She talked to those people only a few days ago…and now they were gone. Gram only a few moments later notice that she started to tear up. She wiped the tears with her shirt quickly trying to pretend that this didn’t happen. 

   Mercy slowly walked away from the corpse but feeling how her knees started to feel weak she almost tripped, and fall on the ground.

“Just take my hand. It will be better, I promise” 

   Mercy looked at the journalist quite surprised to hear such words from him. “I know it won’t be better. Not now or later. ” She said softly with a sad smile and after looking for a moment at his hand, she finally grabbed it and squeezed a little to check if Miles was real, and not some hallucination, made by her low sanity. 

   “I’m sorry that you need to see me in a state like this. I shouldn’t be so weak. ” Trying to joke in such situation was definitely hard, but at last she tried. After walking away Mercy still didn’t let go of his hand, maybe it was stupid but she craved human contact at this moment more than ever.

[voiceofmany]

@hisapcstle​ - [new oc starter call]

Luis was careful. He truly was. No one had slipped through the cracks into the lower level of The Graveyard - not when there were passwords in place, identities to verify. Perhaps, though, it made him complacent.

Most humans, once they’d moved past the second bouncer at the exit of the elevator, would immediately move into the sensual lounge, decorated in golds and reds, a far cry from the grungy dark aesthetic in the kink club proper upstairs. This was where the vampires reclined and waited to be chosen by the curious feeders, and most humans couldn’t stay the fuck away from them. All the better for them, Luis supposed.

But there was a man lingering in the corridor still, glancing around as though he was lost. Impossible, really - there were no doors in the hallway to disappear inside, not when the lounge itself led to the actual rooms the vampires were renting for the evening. So there had to be another explanation. Luis moved toward the man with a slow smile, his warm eyes holding firm on his face. “Nervous?”

[xhelenaxleblancx]

@hisapcstle

                 “We can call it off, or not --- s’all the same ta me.” 

[mvncesa]

miles after seeing that gifset of jack tearing apart logs: can u do that to me? (im so sorry)

jack vc: no. I’ll tear you apart in other ways.

[futureofnothing-a]

“when you spend so long trapped in the darkness, you find the darkness begins to stare back.” Walrider!Miles tho?

He’s silent for a moment, weighing the other’s words in his mind whilst trying to find the right ones to say. He’s beyond right, of course; Prospect knows all too well the intimacy of lingering darkness and the toxic friendship you’re eventually forced to make with it just so you don’t drown. But what words of comfort can he offer when he himself has found no escape? “You get used to it.” he finally admits, ignoring how pathetic it sounds, “You get used to it, and you grow with it. You learn to use it to your advantage. Maybe eventually we’ll both escape, but until then, all you can do is press on.”

[spikedkalopsia]

OUTLAST ASK MEME

@damagecompiilation​ / @hisapcstle​ said: “ just shut up and let me think for a minute. ” (but from hisapcstle to blake cuz beta mode is kicking my ass over there)

rambling cut off by the other’s words, blake immediately falls silent. he’s never been a subservient type of person (not since his schooling days and god fucking forbid he ever fall into those habits again), and in the past he would’ve directly told miles to fuck off, thank you, but now was different. everything was different. you don’t come out of shit like he has (like they both have) the same person you used to be. the world becomes a little darker. ❝all i’m saying,❞ he starts back up soon though, clearly trying to get a point across, ❝is that going after this shit? after murkoff? it isn’t fucking worth it. look at us, man! i’ve lost fucking everything and you...❞ a pointed stare. ❝i’m not gonna even try to explain your situation.❞ there’s a part of him that would be lying if he said he doesn’t want to go after murkoff; that part screams passage verses of revenge and execution to the pumping of his own heartbeats. but this new grief that he carries... that washes out that old voice, bloodies his ears and mind with repeated words since childhood: you couldn’t save her. you were just as useless as the first time. lynn jessica. ❝i’m tired, miles. i’m fucking tired.❞