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Merel simply stared, unable to formulate a coherent response to this masked nurse. She had so many questions. Why wasn’t she in trouble, for one, if she had really killed a man? How did these people think they could help her? And why was this nurse wearing a creepy white mask?!

Merel wanted help. She wanted not to be in trouble, for all her problems to be in someone else’s hands for once. And most importantly, she didn’t want to be a killer! She didn’t want to be so dangerous that she had to be locked up. She just wanted to be safe. She’d give anything to be safe.

Margaret’s voice, and the strange repetitive clicking noises she made, were so soothing to Merel that she was tempted to give in, to tell her everything. A tear that she had been struggling to hold back finally spilled over, trailing mascara down her cheek.

Don’t trust her, Hope warned. We don’t know what she’s capable of. We’ll play along to get the cuffs removed and then fight our way out of here!

The tears continued to flow. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed; her hands trembled violently. She shook her head, both at Margaret and at Hope.

“I-I’m sorry,” Merel said tremulously. “I’m so sorry! I can’t calm down! Don’t take me out of the cuffs, I’m afraid it’ll happen again!”

No! NO! You can’t work with her, Merel, what are you thinking?!

Hope pulled at the strings that connected Merel’s body and mind until she held total control of Merel’s movements. Merel could only watch as her body succumbed to the spirit’s will.

I’m so sorry, love! I’ll give it back when I’ve saved you!

Merel’s breathing appeared to deliberately slow; her lungs pulled several deep breaths of air in and out, in and out, until her limbs ceased trembling, until her heart stopped racing and began thumping steadily, calmly.

Her eyes flicked back up to Margaret, her vision no longer blurred with tears. One more breath in, and she spoke, her voice gentle and lilting:

“Sorry about my outburst. I’m ready to cooperate.”

      Of course, she really didn’t believe the promises to cooperate. It was clear that Merel and whatever else was living in her body were fighting for control. Even if the one claiming to behave meant it, there was no guarantee that the other agreed with her. It was going to be hard to get anywhere without figuring out who her patients even were.

      “You can cooperate by answering my question."

      Still, it was hard not to feel for the distraught girls. She hopped down from the desk and came in a little closer, bunching the sleeve of her lab coat up in her hand. She then used it to wipe at Merel’s cheeks and dab carefully at her eyes. They didn’t need the sting of mascara in their eyes on top of everything else.

      "Am I speaking with Merel? Or someone else? How many of you are there?”

@Merimeriquitecontrary; Closed Starter

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The Dresden Dolls | Girl Anachronism

and you can tell by the red in my eyes  and the bruises on my thighs  and the knots in my hair  and the bathtub full of flies  that i’m not alright at all

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i’ll mix your blood with strawberry milk.

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[oops hello i’m back]

#[do you love how i only check this blog once a month] #Ooc;

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paraphilia

“W-wait, are you sure?” Normally when someone was offering him food, it was just whatever was cheapest from the nearest fast food joint. Which was fine, food was food, and Cole was greatful for every little bit strangers gave him.

But from the sound it, Margaret was going to take him somewhere. Like, just maybe, a real restaurant, for a real meal.

Cole didn’t waste another second after that, hurriedly packing up his things befote grabbing onto both offered hands. Getting up off the ground was never an easy task, so when he felt Margaret pulling him to his feet with ease, he couldn’t help but voice his thanks.

“T-this.. this really means a lot..t-thank you”

      Once he was up, she lead the way, sticking to his pace. As excited as she was to get him some food, she didn't want him to struggle to keep up.

      “Don't mention it. There's a diner… just down the street here, I think.”

      She'd been there once before, months ago. Everyone was just a little too scared of her to ask her to leave, despite her lingering for hours without ordering a meal. But she was quiet and polite and tipped well for the cup of tea that she barely even touched; she doubted there would be any issue with her returning with a friend.

      When they reached it, she held the door open for Cole and hurried him inside.

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i love dominant men but at the same time if a man tells me what to do i’ll bodyslam him

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IWM (WWC H2-163-1) Miss Evelyn Kate Elliston, Voluntary Aid Detachments, dies of influenza contracted on duty Mar 5 1919 https://t.co/bQphs5i6tJ https://t.co/o19AbxnFN5 http://twitter.com/ThisDayInWWI/status/1102942189775020032

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Her vision was blurred. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes as she squinted, trying to focus on what was in front of her. Whatever they had injected her with at the police station must have been strong, because the ends of her limbs were heavy, and hung uselessly from her body like wet sandbags. Even if she hadn’t been cuffed to the chair, she couldn’t have moved if she tried; she could barely lift her head away from her chest.

Hope was also struggling to see, and though she could only struggle as hard as Merel’s body would allow, her soul was filled with energy, mindless rage that echoed throughout Merel’s mind as the two of them were wheeled down the sanitized halls of a hospital: I’ll burn this whole place to the ground if they touch you, love, I swear it!

The bright white surroundings slowly began to come into focus. The wheelchair finally came to a stop in some kind of office; in front of Merel was a desk, and behind that desk was a woman with curly red hair and a stark white mask covering her entire face.

Merel gasped, finding herself too in shock to even scream.

“Am I speaking with… Merel, right now?” the masked being whispered, with a voice so gentle and unassuming compared to her frightening appearance.

“I… I…” Merel began to tremble.

Had she finally snapped? Was this what it was like to go insane? She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh god, oh god,” she mumbled under her breath as panic began to climb up through her chest. “What is this, Hope, what is it?!”

You’re not crazy, Merel, Hope assured her. This is real. I don’t know what it is but I won’t let it hurt you!

She opened her eyes again, which were swimming with tears of pure terror, though she defiantly stared down the mask right its hollow eye holes.

“What… the FUCK are you, and WHERE am I?!”

      “Oh..! Good, the sedatives are wearing off wonderfully.” She didn’t seem particularly startled or offended by Merel’s outburst. Patients were always confused at first. But, she would be okay. They would be okay, if Merel’s mumbling to herself was any indication.

      She stood from her chair to come around to the front of the desk, hopping up to sit on the edge of it. It felt more casual, more friendly. There was no need to be strict with the terrified girl.

      “I am a nurse, and you are at the Arkham Sanitarium. Don't worry, you aren't in any trouble. You wouldn't be here if they thought you were stable enough to answer for your crimes. This isn't a punishment. They think you need help. I’m inclined to agree.”

      She hesitated, a repetitive clicking noise emanating from behind her mask as she thought the situation over. She didn’t want to overload Merel with too much information at once. But, at the same time, she knew the fear of not knowing could be even worse.

      “I'm Margaret. I am in charge here. If you calm down, I will take the handcuffs off.”

@Merimeriquitecontrary; Closed Starter

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Reminder: it’s okay to need medication! If it works for you, doesn’t harm anyone, and makes your life better, then why beat yourself up about it? Taking your medication is self care. 💖

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      The room was spinning. The room was spinning, specifically, because the Professor’s desk chair was spinning. Margaret wasn’t usually allowed at his desk, but he was away for the day and she was going to take full advantage of that.

      The sound of a throat being cleared in the doorway was her only indication that she was no longer alone. A guard, wheeling her newest patient in. The patient was conscious, the sedatives seemed to have worn off, and she was handcuffed to her wheelchair just in case. Margaret slammed her hands against the edge of the desk to pull the chair to an abrupt halt. Could she still get whiplash? She would know by the next morning.

      “Come in, come in, welcome.” She mumbled in acknowledgement, focus still on the desk as she waited for the world to slow to a stop. In the meantime, the guard brought Merel closer before leaving the room himself.

      Finally, she turned her head to face Merel’s location. Margaret herself was the picture of professionalism; pinstripe slacks, a black button down, red tie, and an abundance of curly red hair. But, what stood out was her face, or lack thereof. In it’s place was a white plastic mask, with Sharpie’d on red lips and occult symbols scribbled up her left cheek.

      She leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, chin resting in her hands. When she spoke, her voice was scarcely above a whisper. “Am I speaking with… Merel, right now?”

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A bathtub full of preserved brains found in an abandoned insane asylum in Texas via /r/WTF http://bit.ly/2WEoSzO

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[hi! we are mostly alive-ish!

going to be active again here real soon]

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Send me, “Compliment me” and my muse will compliment yours.

for mutli-muse blogs, specify which muse.

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[i think the main difference between main verse margaret and all her au verses is that they’re definitely more horror based

main verse margaret is paranormal but definitely benevolent and tries to hold onto some of her humanity, while my dbd au and the outlast verse im working on are lacking that]

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[dbd verse is up and running!

nursemargaret.tumblr.com/verses

if you want to plot something, dbd verse or otherwise, hit me up on here or ask for my discord]

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[also an outlast verse

where she was maybe a nurse at some point but definitely a patient by the time everything went to shit]

[also thinking of making a dbd specific verse for her

something similar to the huntress’s kidnapping dynamic 

where shes a killer but she used to be a nurse and she kind of thinks she still is so sometimes she’ll just steal survivors that she thinks she can help]

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