#stressplague

[fanaticartisan]

Thank you all for being kind to my crybaby birdface

his name is Bartholomew (Barty) and he is happy to be part of the tumblr plague community (probably?)

[abxndonedd]

@stressplague replied to your post:

Yell louder. Please. I don’t think the corpses in the basement have woken up yet.

      He isn’t yelling anymore, but not because of her, but because his throat has started to hurt.

[vengefulfinale]

@stressplague @bilerot @lighttakeyou

[reynauld]

[darkestheir]

stressplague replied to your post: regulus’s favorite people in the hamlet: dismas...

WHY NOT TALBOT

she will get higher on the list when she stops being a gremlin

[collectedbounty]

@stressplague liked for a one liner

“Great, ‘nother mask ‘round town. Medicinal purposes, mh?”

[abxndonedd]

👋 👋👋 for stealing my candies. Those are for patients. not greedy little cats.

      And of course, even though the three smacks to his rear didn’t hurt too terribly bad, the kitten reacts dramatically and begins to cry loudly enough to disturb any patients she might have had at the moment – his candy covered fingers rubbing at his now puffy and slightly red eyes.

[reynauld]

stressplague

at least he’s wearing pants

he stole them

[reynauld]

"Come here for your shot. The serum is ready."

He’s been a rebound of manic highs and violent lows, full of actions without enough restraint. The Blood is insidious in its selective removal of some of the past few weeks’ worth of memory. He can’t remember what happened days ago. Or the entire journey to Port Llast. Or what happened in the cove, though he returned coated in a slurry of cthonic refuse and blood.

And he didn’t mind Talbot, offering him some kind of reprieve, perhaps? She’s been the most honest out of everyone in the Hamlet.

“Aye. Shall you find soft tissue pon’ my limbs though, I think not.”

[reynauld]

"Who gave you permission to go through my bag?"

“Pardon doctor. I have not.”

[vengefulfinale]

"Why does everyone hate you so deeply? I think you're actually quite fun!" she clapped her hands together, a big smile spread behind her mask. . . what a dork

They shared in that moment the same smile, hidden behind masks.

“Really now? Its nice to hear from a fan. Though, I wouldn’t call it ‘hate’, since stress eats away at any better man.”

[reynauld]

"A godly man such as yourself - strange to see you interested in my work. Tell me, what knowledge do you have of surgery to be traipsing around my medical office so brazenly?"

"Good eve’, doctor. I seek your expertise, in fact, on such matters. Tis’ not scientific what I ask, however I wished to ask if you had any knowledge of Necromancy.”

[vengefulfinale]

stressplague replied to your post: "Do you think Talbot is so-called 'dummy thicc?'"

I hate this

“Well one of us can’t go on this mission.”

[vengefulfinale]

"You know I was the one who did the autopsies on the bodies. . . I know what happened that day."

Fingers tapped lightly on a new item he’s acquired in his quest to the Ruins. A reward. A white, wondrously bright tambourine that chimed beautifully. The mask did not lift from the new instrument, though there was a knowing hum.

“Dear, you ‘ought to be more specific. I’ve been surrounded by many o’ bodies in my trying life.”

@stressplague

[darkestheir]

"In regards to the ship that crashed off the coast by the cove - If I may humbly request a team to help me go and gather supplies. I can't offer my own services when I can barely find any bandages to use."

         “ the ship -- oh. yes, that one. ” 

     it takes him a moment to remember what she’s talking about. the cove had been so far from his mind in recent weeks -- the fishfolk were quieted lately, since the storms of the winter season had begun to roll in. 

        “ what sort of team are you considering? we have supplies in the hamlet here. you can always speak to the caretaker about provisions if you need them. ”

[darkestheir]

stressplague replied to your photo: a somewhat-incomplete idea of the layout for...

talbot is in the basement, banging scientific beakers together.

regulus, trying to sleep: WHAT THE FUCK,