The Scarlets Get All Of The Love.

So saddd... D: I remember reading this in the forest world with a possessed Eileen D:

Walter’s Dairy (The diary was written by Walter as a child when he was growing up with the Order.In the game we don’t see the diary itself, t’s Walter’s memories of what he wrote there). October 1  He told me I could write whatever I wanted because nobody will ever see it. I like to write. My teacher taught me how. October 2  I played with Bob. It was fun, but I went too far away and he got angry. October 3  I played with Bob again. I went even further this time. There was a huge rock. It was really cool. He beat me up after it. October 4  My cheek hurts. I hate him. October 5  I got hit again. I didn’t do anything wrong. I wish he was dead. October 6  Tomorrow is book study in the chapel. If I can’t read well, I’ll wind up like John. I’m really scared. October 13  I finally got outside. John is still stuck in that round cell. I hope I read well tomorrow. October 14  I did a good job reading today. I was so happy, but the 21 Sacraments for the Descent of the Holy Mother was hard. October 15  Bob is gone. Nobody will tell me what happened .I bet he did it. Andrew. October 16  Some important people came today. One of them was a lady named Dahlia. October 17 The important lady told me my mother was asleep in Ashfield. I have a mother, too! I’m so happy! I want to see my mother. Where is Ashfield anyway? October 18 I have to stay in the round cell even if I read well tomorrow. If I do it, God will be happy so I will do it. He comes into the round cell a lot to visit, but it’s okay I guess. October 21 Sunday is the day I leave the round cell to read the book. I read very well today. If I can do a good job reading the 21 Sacraments for the Descent of the Holy Mother, I can meet my mother. The important lady told me that, but tomorrow, I’m going to the round cell again. October 28 I have to take a train or something to get to Ashfield. Everyone says Ashfield is a scary place, but I really want to see my mommy. February 10 I went to visit Ashfield again. Again, I couldn’t find mommy. Some mean girls in the train said mean stuff to me. I got scared. He beat me again, too. March 17  I went to Ashfield again. It was my fourth time. Just like before, I didn’t see mommy and the apartment where my mother is has a scary guy in it. If I can just read the 21 Sacraments for the Holy Mother thing, I can be with her.

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…poor boy,…my eyes got tears everytimes I read his diary. ( ;n;)

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Why I ship Murphy/Heather

A short, crappy essay by Pikana Chuster AKA Scarlet Fitch mod.

Done by request

As a rabid fangirl, I’m inclined to ship. Some of you may know that I have a habit of shipping everyone with everyone else with no exceptions: most prevalent in the Super Smash Brothers, Pokemon and -more recently- the Silent Hill archives. However, despite my support of all pairings whether crack, canon, het, yaoi or yuri, I do show favoritism to certain shippings. One particular pairing I’ve invented is Murphy Pendleton / Cheryl “Heather” Mason from Silent Hill Downpour and Silent Hill 3 respectively. (For simplicity’s sake, I will refer to Cheryl as Heather for the rest of the article so we don’t get confused with Shattered memories Cheryl or Silent hill 1 Cheryl.) The pairings has received generally positive feedback on both tumblr and deviantart due to its creativity but is still more obscure then some of the more popular non-canon ships such as Murphy/Henry or Heather/Alex. Through hotness factor, adaptability and personality traits, I’m here to reason why I ship this as my Silent Hill crossover OTP (one true pairing) and hopefully bring a bit more popularity to it. Visually, a couple must be attractive for people to draw or video a pairing. It must be able to capture people and make them react either ‘OMGWTFBBQ?!’ or ‘Hey, this is cute/sexy/nice! The Murphy/Heather pairing can make you do both. This pairing can look insane simply because of the age difference. Regardless of if you’re tolerant of age-difference pairings (as well as taboo/pedophillia) or not, you can’t deny that there’s a big gap between the two. While Murphy hasn’t been officially aged, he has been placed to be between late twenties to late thirties. I’ve always assumed he was approximately ten years older then Henry Townshend, making him roughly thirty-eight. Heather is seventeen (physically) which could offset some people initially. Alternatively Heather can also be regarded as twenty-four (adding Cheryl’s seven years), thirty-one (adding Alessa’s fourteen years to Heather) or thirty-eight (adding both Alessa and Cheryl). Although visually this doesn’t change anything, it may be easier on the brain to think that Heather is potentially the same age as Murphy. You know... lessens the squick. Proportionately, if we use the heights given to us in a certain Silent Hill Downpour ending, Heather would be roughly a forehead shorter then Murphy. Some people like me enjoy couples without a massive height difference because it implies there is a power balance in the relationship (although that isn’t always the case.) Along with Alex, these two characters have my favourite designs. Heather is beautiful as she doesn’t scream sexuality like most female protagonists but is a clash of both masculine and feminine traits. In fact, she’s one of the most realistic video game designs I’ve seen, being a teenage girl with reasonable proportions and facial “imperfections” such as freckles. Murphy, too, isn’t a flawless model. Unlike previous characters in the series, he has a scar on his face and darker shadows and lines making him look older and more gritty- suitable for a person in his position. Since Heather is both visually and mentally mature, albeit a little hot-headed, she doesn’t look completely out of place when she stands near Murphy. Overall, I find that Murphy’s rugged/prisoner look goes well with Heather’s physical design. I just really like looking at this pairing- hence my fanart/photo manipulations. As fun as they are, in this essay, I will not go into AUs (Alternate universes) simply so I don’t waste too much time. That means I will show how well this couple can work in-canon Pre and post-game. In-universe crossovers can be tricker then complete crack or crossover pairings because you have to take into account timelines. Thankfully, Murphy hasn’t been given a distinct timeline which makes him very easy to slot in with Heather’s set universe. Adaptability of a duo means there’s more room for creativity and visualizing. A good part of any shipping is the diversity and trying new things with them: placing them in situations ranging from horrible to sweet to insanely awkward. For example, Heather was a criminal delinquent Pre-Silent Hill 3. Sometimes, in jubi, you are taken to real prisons in an attempt to scare you out of crime. Since in-game, we are never told why Heather turned away from crime, maybe she could have met Murphy in prison. For a post-game example, I can see Murphy moving to the same town as Heather (there are only three cities near Silent Hill: Brahms, Portland and Ashfield) and them getting to know each other someway or another. Like most Silent Hill protagonists, large portions of their backstories and post-stories haven’t been touched on. The flexibility of this couple makes it easily available to use and makes it fun to play with. Interesting enough, there is a possibility that Heather and Murphy have met in-game. For those who have gotten the ‘Surprise Ending’, you will have noticed that Heather is in the back cheering with the others. Although this meant to be a shout out to the upcoming HD collection, one could take it that Murphy has met Heather (and James, Mary, Laura and Pyramid Head) before due to him only being surprised at the fact that there was a party. However, as a joke ending, I don’t expect anyone to take this seriously. It’d be a good prompt though. Now, the most important bit, character personalities. There is no such thing as a compatible relationship as individuals react to others in different ways. For any relationship to work, people have to have some ground to bond over. A.K.A some similar traits. Both characters have very sad backstories (which always a plus for any shipper since angst is a very good way for characters to bond.) where each of them had ‘normal lives’ pre-Silent Hill before it was taken away from them. Heather is described as a “normal, carefree girl who loves to shop” and Murphy was a “happy family man” before the death of a loved one causing ruin of their respective families. In either my romantic or platonic head-canons, I always see the two flittering in between a father-daughter bond or a hurt/comfort romantic bond. Neither of them are ‘picture perfect’ characters too. Heather is an ex-smoker and delinquent while Murphy... he was in jail. That’s a record for any Silent Hill protagonist. However, what really made me first think of this couple was, of course, Silent Hill. Both of these two characters’ reasons for being in Silent Hill revolved around revenge. Both Murphy and Heather are good-natured in general but circumstances force them to become similar, hardened servants of vengeance. The difference is Heather was still seeking it out during her adventure and Murphy was paying the price for it during his. I have more head-canons that will come soon that plays on it. While both have the potential to make it on their own (I can still hear some of you tell me that Heather doesn’t need a man. I know, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want one), both of them hate to be in solitude as shown by Murphy’s resentment in jail and, while wishing to be on her own during the game, Heather’s dependency on her father. Of course, all couples need some dynamics. With Heather, we can either play with her sarcastic and humorous side, her feminine side or her nonchalant, low-tolerant BAMF status the fandom and I love to give her. On Murphy we could either show his hardened-criminal shell or good-natured and soft-spoken side as seen in game. Mix and match them how you like folks. You could portray the two in a father-daughter, sweet, tsundere or antagonistic relationship and still keep them in character. They fit that well together.

Individually and together, I think that these characters are great potentially, visually and mentally. I always wanted to spread my love of these two so... well... here's my chance. If I think of more things, I will add them. If you have questions or accusations, bring them up so I can address anything I’ve missed. Hopefully you all haven’t fallen asleep due to my over-analysis and can try ship this couple with me (or at least understand why I ship what I ship).

Thank you for reading and I bid you adieu!

Murphy/Henry incest fic

Done by request for a certain someone ;)

Warning: Alternate universe, teenagers, incest, fluffy. Fluffy... cheesy... FEEL THE FLUFF. Yaoi. Mentions of abuse and fluff.

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It was late at night when he finally walked into their shared bedroom. He would have slammed the door shut, if he didn’t know that the hinges would break, but instead closed it gently. As soon as the reassuring ‘click’ was heard, the seventeen year old locked the door from the inside. The only good thing about living in Silent Hill’s most rundown apartment was that it was close to a locksmith. Along with his brother, he would walk down to the smith, as often as they could, and would ask if they could have some of the old locks. They had collected an impressive amount of bolts, clasps and latches over the years and had attached each and every one onto their frail door. When he had finished putting every lock in place, the security made the exit look like a foreboding, chained fortress. Just how they liked it. Despite the darkness, the tall man didn’t bother with the room lights: his quarters were already dimly illuminated by the lone streetlamp outside. The teenager carefully walked past his shared chest of drawers and the scrapbook-covered table towards the two pathetic-looking, single beds. He stared at the occupied bed, gazing at the unmoving body of his beloved. He slowly sat down, causing the old furniture to loudly creak as the extra weight was added. “Murphy?” Despite the lithe figure being still under the worn blanket, the brunette knew that his younger brother was awake. He never went to bed before midnight. Neither of them did. Murphy smiled gently, letting his hand stroke his brother’s dry face in confirmation. Upon contact, he felt his whole body light up and joy course through him. Murphy loved his brother. He loved him very much. It was getting to the point his affection was considered past brotherly. “Hey...” Murphy whispered, “you okay?” Of course, he never had time to question his feelings. He had to make sure his brother was alright. He always did. The figure under the blanket shuffled and sat up, revealing his thin, younger brother, Henry. Henry gave a sharp nod, sending his messy hair over his eyes and suddenly resembling a puppy. Murphy chuckled but the thin teen flicked his hair off his face and glared, unamused. The laughter died quickly and there was silence between the two. “He hit you again, didn’t he?’ His tone made it sound more like a statement then a question. While the tone was monotonous, his narrow face was drenched in worry and concern. It was very discomforting to his sibling, being used to seeing Henry’s default ‘poker face’, and Murphy was forced to look away from the scrutinizing gaze. He broke their routine today and Henry was anxious. Of course he was. He had every reason to be. It was the same everyday. After school, the two would usually go home via bus, hurry up the stairs to their apartment and do their chores: Murphy cleaning up the usual drunken mess and Henry cooking dinner. Then they would head straight to their room and hide behind their locked door. Until the next day, they would remain in there and occupy themselves with homework and idle chatter. All because they didn’t want to see their father. Murphy hated the routine. He hated it almost as much as he hated his father: a pathetic, drunken-mess of a man who had enough strength in his punches to kill an ox and a liver stronger then that. It sickened him to no end that both he and Henry had to cower in fear from him everyday, despite they were both nearing adulthood. For ten years, the Pendleton brothers had lived like frightened rats. Murphy had hated every minute of it. The nightmare began when their mother died- after a horrible car accident. He couldn’t remember much before her death, but he knew that he had felt happy before then. They all did. When she so abruptly left, their father broke. He soon fell into depression and turned to excessive binge-drinking. The drinking got him fired from his respectable job and forced their small family to move to the once-prosperous dump known as Silent Hill- where he now worked, for minimum-wage, in a factory. His drinking only got worse then. His depression then turned to sick aggression and he began taking it out on the boys. He blamed them for their sweet mother’s death because she had been speeding to pick up her sons from school. He would yell how it was their fault, and how he wished they were never born, before punching Murphy in the face or throwing something at Henry. Mostly, he would pick on Henry. Both of them had considered trying to get away from this awful place. None of the police or child care services gave a damn about what was happening in Silent Hill (they had given up on crime there- Silent Hill was the slime at the bottom of the barrel) so Murphy had tried, two years ago, getting a part-time job to rustle up some money. Just enough money to get them both away from that terrible man. The plan didn’t end well. When he had arrived home from his first day at work, he found that his father had come home early and, the then thirteen-year old, Henry crying in a corner; glass shards (from his father’s beer bottle) lodged into his arms. Henry was the more reserved and sensitive of the two. He was very awkward and extremely shy; possessing ‘doormat tendencies’ their father loved to exploit. While Murphy wasn’t beyond ramming his fist into his father’s beer belly; Henry took the abuse given. It was like he had an aura that asked people to bully him. It was around him at school too. Bullies picked on Henry all the time; so Murphy had to protect him there too. Henry wasn’t completely dependent on Murphy but the older boy took it upon himself to be his shield. It had always been this way. “Did dad hit you again?” Henry’s light, unintentionally-calming voice pulled Murphy out of his tired, zoned state. Slowly, the youth placed his hand on Murphy’s shoulder forcing the emotional man to look at his straight face. “Tell me Murphy... did dad hit you?” “He didn’t hit me.” The young man hated the concerned look the other brunette was giving. He was looking at what a mess he was: Angry red marks and bruises... along with one lone scar on his prominent cheekbone. Henry was always looking so concerned and sad.



“Don’t lie to me.” He said stiffly. Murphy felt his empty stomach churn at the words of distrust. “I never lie to you.” Sometimes he kept things from the fifteen year old, like his feelings, but he never outright lied. Henry usually could spot the deception immediately. “... He didn’t hit me. He came with a knife.” “What?” Henry’s voice was dramatically softer in disbelief. He was unable to speak. He didn’t have to. Knowing him so well, Murphy could read most of his brother’s thoughts off his face and body: and he cringed when he realised the scale of panic Henry was in. If Henry was anything like him, he would’ve yelled: “Why? What did you do? Why were you so late? You missed the bus! I was worried sick!” He reached out to comfort his brother but the youth shook his hand away and stared at his body. Murphy sighed. He didn’t want Henry to be upset like this. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I got detention at school.”  “For what?” The expression flickered off his face, replacing itself with mournful curiosity. “Sullivan, Sewell and Napier were bullying you at lunch, right?” The brunette nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “Well... after Eileen took you away, I... kinda got into a fight with them.” Henry’s eyes widened again. “What the hell? Are you crazy?” Again he saw his brother’s panicked traits. He resisted the urge to bring his brother into a hug and reassure him with empty words.  “I had Anne for back up.” Henry looked up at the mention of Murphy’s best friend. “She has one, mean roundhouse kick on her. Took Sewell down in two hits and gave him a bloody nose. I tried to do the same with Sullivan but that didn’t work as well. I fell over.” That released the tension out of Henry. It was as close as Murphy was going to get to a smile or a laugh. “Are you crazy?” Murphy gave him a simple smirk. Was he crazy? No... generally Murphy was just inattentive in class, suspicious of everything and he kept to himself. He was normal as you could be, given his circumstances. But was he crazy for Henry? ...Yes. Yes, he was. “Maybe I am...” “Okay. I can accept that...” Murphy heard his tone and knew it was time to cut the weak jokes. “... Continue please.” “Well... what’s there to say?” He shrugged. “Mr. Coleridge stopped the fight and he sent the five of us to the principal’s office. For some reason, bloody principal what’s-his-face didn’t believe me when I said I was fighting for you.” Murphy noticed his brother fidgeting- something he would do when he was embarrassed or caught off guard. Silence continued to linger around them. “Well... since it’s Friday, we had to stay in school until seven and do shit I barely even remember and... well... then they called up our ‘charming father’.” “And then he got mad.” Henry cringed. “And then he got mad.” Murphy repeated with a sigh, thankful that his younger brother didn’t ask about the car ride home and remained oblivious to his painful ‘detour’ to a parking lot. He didn’t doubt that Henry had heard their fighting when they returned. Murphy suddenly wondered how long had Henry been waiting for him to come up. Henry’s body was tense, practically screaming that’d he’d been worried sick. He hadn’t he seen his brother’s face like this- so emotional- in a long time. Murphy slowly placed his larger hands over his beloved sibling’s. “Don’t worry Henry. I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Have you seen yourself in the mirror Murphy?" If he was being yelled at, Murphy probably would have found it easier to cope. This was just Henry talking to him in his tender but disappointed voice. Murphy felt his gut flip. The man shamefully looked away again, trying not to look into the troubled green eyes. He knew exactly how he looked but he didn’t want Henry to worry: he wanted him to feel as safe as he could in this hell hole. Murphy had to be strong for the both of them. Like how he always was. Suddenly, the young man felt a palm on his face. The hand cupped under Murphy’s chin turned his head back towards his dearest brother. A faint blush began to spread over Murphy’s cheeks as his blue-grey eyes met Henry’s green-amber ones. Under the faint, gold-ish light, the two brothers just stared intimately at each other. Henry opened his captivating lips, to say something, but he quickly closed it. The action made Murphy realise how badly he wanted to fuck morals and kiss him right there. Their faces were so close and their lips were almost touching. He just needed to lean slightly over... He didn’t. “Henry... I’m fine...” Murphy said finally. While his face moved away, his hands slid up to affectionately hug him and close the small gap between their bodies. Henry then grabbed his wrists, tears starting to crawl out of his eyes. “No... You’re not Murphy...” The pain laced on his face showed that he wanted to yell. “You never are. You’ve been hurt again and stop trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt.” His voice was wavering as he fought back his tears. Murphy just sat there as Henry’s grip tightened. “Please... please just stop taking hits for me. I’m old enough, now, to take care of myself...” Murphy pried his hand out of the younger one’s hold. His thumb brushed the stray, salty drops off his brother’s face. Henry didn’t fight him. “Do you know how much it hurts when I see you bleed? When I see you in pain? When I know it’s because of me? Why do you do it?” His voice got fainter with every sentence. “I’m always making you unhappy...” “No you’re not.” “Then you enjoy getting hit? Why do you keep putting yourself into these situations?” Henry looked away. “...Please tell me.” “Because I’m your brother and... I love you. I will always protect you.” He said slowly, practically without thinking. Henry brought him into a hug, one that he eagerly returned. Murphy let the night take the noise as they held each other; soaking up every detail of the embrace. He could feel his brother’s heart beat through his chest; his body heat surge up and Henry’s breathing- slow, deep and nervous. “What else?” Henry asked suddenly. “Huh?” “What else?” He insisted. The older brother tried to part away but his sibling kept him from moving too far. Henry looked at him. “What do you mean?” Murphy asked as he looked down, not daring to directly meet the younger man’s eyes. Another burst of silence followed. Then Murphy suddenly felt Henry’s sweet, forbidden lips against his own. He could hardly believe his utterly adorable brother was making out with him. Murphy just froze as the person behind the lips found he wasn’t resisting. Suddenly, the teenager flipped Murphy onto his back. Murphy’s surprised yell was broken by the second, more sensual kiss. Henry shook and pressed harder against his brother, slithering his tongue into the reluctantly-eager mouth. Murphy gave a small moan, writhing as Henry continued to kiss him. As much as Murphy wanted to continue their mouth warfare, he knew that this... this seemed wrong. Did he actually feel how he did? Or was Henry using him for comfort? Murphy placed his hands against Henry’s thin frame and tried to push him off... only for his hands to be slapped away. Henry changed his target, taking advantage of his brother’s shocked reaction to his aggressiveness, and began to nibble and lick his neck. Murphy bit back a moan as the warm saliva slicked onto his flesh. Henry’s sensuous hands ran up the older teen’s body, feeling the curl of Murphy’s muscles under him. “H-Henry! W-what are you doing?” Henry entwined their fingers and pushed himself up, straddling Murphy’s hips. “Come on! I mean g-gah!” Henry brought his face down to Murphy’s. Contrary to his actions, Henry didn’t look at all lustful. Instead it was a shy, adorable face that screamed ‘please fuck me.’ “I love you Murphy.” Murphy could feel his heart stop. “And... if you don’t love me back... it’s okay. Just... let me pleasure you for a while.” Murphy’s mouth was filled by Henry’s tongue before he could respond. The limber fingers snaked their way to the loose, green shirt; picking the buttons off as Henry’s mouth danced in and out of Murphy’s. The older brother moaned as Henry licked the bottom of his lip and began to suck it.  Murphy shivered as the night’s chill crept onto his torso. The aroused brunette on top of him ran his fingers down his scarred, chiseled chest; tickling him slightly before his sibling’s mouth moved yet again to his taunt nipples. At his touch, Murphy flushed a gleaming red. While this was literally his horniest fantasy come to life, he was still hesitant to respond. As much as his body was screaming for him to take control and fuck his brother senseless, Murphy kept restraint. Henry was fifteen. He wasn’t supposed to have his first sexual experience so early, especially with his brother... right? A surge of pleasure snapped Murphy out of his stupidly rational thoughts. He looked down to see Henry, looking uncharacteristically coy and downright sexy, licking his torso. His hands had already slipped down to his belt and had started prying it off. Murphy yelped and began to struggle a bit. He had to take care of his little brother- not be tempted by him and possibly traumatize him for the rest of his life. “You want me... don’t you bro?” He wasn’t talking dirty. Henry stated it like the fact it was. Here he was, almost screaming in complete ecstasy at the attention given, and Henry was just... being Henry. Murphy moaned, struggling to resist the feelings given by his precious brother. The younger man licked the nipple again, accidentally rubbing his chest against Murphy’s bulging pants as he slinked up. His body was screaming wildly now. He couldn’t... he had to resist all of his brother’s incubus-like temptation. And then something occurred to Murphy. Just because he didn’t want to ruin sex for both of them; didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in a little taste. It was Henry’s turn to give the yell. Murphy wrapped his previously-idle hands around his waist and   flipped the two. The bed squealed as Murphy fluidly pressed his mouth against the similar shaped lips: rolling his tongue around and absorbing the taste of his forbidden fruit. Henry’s breathing quickly became ragged and harsh as Murphy kissed him more intensely. He closed his eyes and began to croon in the back of his throat, arousing Murphy further. Thick hands began to roll down Henry’s sides, stopping at the curve of his hip while the other teased the thin pajama pants. Underneath his hands, he felt Henry’s muscles shudder and tense, as if preparing itself for what was to come. “Murphy...” Instead, Murphy took the hands out of his pants and took off the younger teen’s pajama top, showing his ensemble of scars. Murphy knew his brother hated them- how he had to always see them and how they would never go away. He hated Murphy seeing the ugly mark too: the boy tried to take his shirt back but Murphy threw it to the other bed. He pecked Henry’s lips gently and the two looked at each other again. Slowly, Murphy moved down to his body. With a hard bite and grind, he started to make large hickeys over Henry’s scars. Henry moaned and shuddered as Murphy replaced the heinous marks with ones of his own. Abuse was concealed by love, comfort, affection and a hint of lust. It took most of his willpower to not go any further and the rest of it to not stop when he accidentally made Henry bleed. While raw and painful at first, Murphy’s emotions began to speak through the new red/purple marks forming on Henry’s body. The sky had started to glow red when Murphy finished sucking Henry’s fingers. Although both of them were both eager for the other’s bodies, Murphy backed away and embraced the younger boy into a hug. “Let’s stop here... okay?” He whispered. Henry panted heavily, glancing up in sexual frustration. “Henry... I know... it’s been hard on both of us but this isn’t the way to lose our virginity. Come on... when you find that special someone... do you really want to think of me?” “Yes.” Henry groaned, unintentionally grinding his body against his brother. “... Let’s stop here. Alright?” Even though he said it in the same way, Henry listened to him. The young man backed away and sat in the middle of the bed. He gave a slow, defeated nod. Without words, Henry shifted over and, taking his cue, Murphy slid under the covers into the single bed with him. Murphy tiredly cradled his brother, placing his face in the other’s soft hair. Henry cuddled against his body, just enjoying his brother’s closeness. They were content and now were beginning to cool down. Quiet descended and the two were suddenly still. They remained in the cuddling position for such a long time, Murphy thought his brother was sleeping. The sun was rising and Murphy knew he wasn’t going to sleep. The man reached out to touch his brother’s face stopping suddenly the smaller teenager spoke. “... You probably hate me. I’m sorry.”  “I don’t hate you.” He murmured back. “I just don’t think either of us are ready for this yet. I don’t want us to rush into something that we’re not sure about.” “So you hate me.” Henry repeated. “Henry... I love you.” He said firmly. Although his voice was level, his heart had started convulsing rapidly. “I’ve loved you from the time you were born... as a brother... and...” He died off. Henry’s breath got slightly louder. “...I’m not saying you don’t know how to feel... but you can’t confuse love with...” “Love with comfort. I know and I haven’t Murphy.” The younger man interrupted. Henry shifted in his arms. “And I know I have feelings for you... far beyond brotherly.” Shame laced his voice. “You’re always there, protecting me and I love you for that and more. You don’t just ‘make’ me feel better like Eileen or Alex. You are the reason I feel better. I feel better just having you around.” He trembled as Murphy tensed. “As long as I can remember, it’s always been you holding me and... and... I just can’t explain it. I only realised tonight... last night... how much you mean to me and how madly I’m in love with you.” His voice trailed off quickly, as if he wanted to saw more but was too embarrassed. Murphy stared down at Henry before hugging him closely. Henry whimpered in a child-like manner. “Please... don’t hate me...” “I don’t. I could never hate you.” Murphy kissed his brother on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve loved you like I should love someone else? Do you know how many hours I’ve spend wondering about how I should confess my feelings for you? I’ve loved you like this longer then I should. I wanted you so badly bro.” He squeezed him. “Do you want to know why I can fight? You fixed everything and made things right for me. Just by smiling you gave me the will for me to survive and a reason to fight. You never knew it, but you've done so much for me; just your presence gives me courage. You were always there to encourage me to do my best and the only one to give two damns.” Henry gasped as Murphy finished his sappy confession. “You are the only one that I love... The person who gave meaning to my life is you...” Henry stared up wildly at Murphy. Then, slowly, he kissed him again. “Do you... you mean that?” he asked, breaking the short-lived gesture. “Yes... every word.” Suddenly Henry gave a small yawn, causing Murphy to chuckle. He pulled the blanket a little higher. “Now I think it’s past both our bedtimes. Go get some sleep.” “But what about dad?” “Father can go fuck himself and make his own breakfast. I’ll make sure he won’t do anything while you rest.” Henry frowned slightly. Murphy gave a sigh before kissing his brother on the forehead again. “Goodnight Henry.” Slowly the teen’s eyes hesitantly closed. His worried face dissolved into tranquility as his brother moved closer to him. Murphy’s eyelids soon followed and they both relaxed into a peaceful sleep. “... Murphy... thank you... for loving me.” 

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It's fantastically horrible XP Thanks for reading this crack. XD

ask-alex-shepherd replied to your video: The minds behind Silent Hill discuss the sexuality...

You guys are dicks

It could have been worse Alex ;). At least everyone took it well ^^!

Please ignore this.

I know Im going to hell.

Part of a Skype RP i'm doing with GoddessofAnubis. She's Greedler and I'm Alex getting raped )X

*prepares for all of the followers leaving*

Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!

I found a video of a mod Henry Townshend sashaying his hips.

And then all the sexual things happened XD

Go Henry

SILENT WHORE

Starring:

Harry Mason as Shattered Memories Harry

James Sunderland as a sexy police officer

Henry Townshend as Nurse Eileen

Heather Mason as Princess Heart

Murphy Pendleton as Cupcake

Alex Shepherd as Corset Cynthia

((I swear I respect these characters! Yes I know the portion is off but... umm... no excuse.))

((When I'm mad that I have a biology test tomorrow I do fanservice... go sue me xP))