Adam Murray - Blog Posts
please don’t use flash photography, it frightens the animals
i need. i need to write this out. its short canon-based fic that's like. basically spoilers but i neeeeeeeEEEEEEEEd to write this
fic/technical spoilers under the cut
He couldn’t believe it. His slumped figure, the uncanny features of what used to be his face, his screams… Adam Murray, one of the most wanted criminals by the FBI to date, was one of them?
Thatcher, body laying on his side on the carpeted floor of the suspect’s bedroom, stared in utter shock and horror at the criminal’s screaming state, his eyes and mouth misshaped to the point he couldn’t be recognized as who he was before. He had witnessed someone’s humanity being stripped away from them. Just like his had in previous years.
Thatcher put down the camera and slid himself to a nearby wall to recover properly. His hands reached for the popcorn texture and pushed himself up, all while trying to think of some way he could calm the boy, or, if needed, neutralize the threat. He didn’t seem like a threat, however. The voice beckoning to this place had certainly not wanted to lure him for the sake of getting killed. Whoever called him here wanted him to witness someone else’s pain, to test him in his willingness to actually help others. And he gladly took that challenge.
“Murray, kid,” Thatcher tried to speak, his voice raspy from having woken up only a mere thirty minutes ago. “I… What the hell’s going on?”
“JUST LET ME DIIIiIiiEeEEE!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, the pain clear as day through his voice. He tried moving his slacked arms, sluggishly grabbing his jaw and hair in his separate hands, pulling on both of them simultaneously. He even began whispering and mumbling for the Lieutenant to “just kill him,” pleading for the sweet release of the pain he had been enduring.
Thatcher swallowed his fears and began approaching the alternate, hands hovering over the gun he had brought for protection. As much as he knew he couldn’t kill those things, it was a good distraction in case things had to get violent. He’d survived one before, what’s another?
He inched his way toward Adam, the suspect trying to crumple himself into a ball as a way to mitigate his suffering. All the while, he was still screaming at the top of his lungs. His footsteps were quiet so as to not alarm the suffering boy in front of him. His limbs had been stretched out to an impossible length as well as being skinny enough that he’d die right there and then if he were truly human. At this point, Thatcher was sure that everything he thought about Adam was a complete lie.
There was one thing on his mind as he stepped ever closer: does Sarah know? Does his ex know? Does anyone else know?
Once Thatcher had felt he had been able to get close enough, he bent down to Adam’s level, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to him. Slowly but surely, he had placed a soft hand against the disfigured kid’s knee. Adam tried lifting his head but decided he didn’t want to due to how much it would hurt for someone else to see him like this. Thatcher knew it too.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the crying mess, ignoring how liquid the skin felt, how flexible it was now. It became goo in his hands as he tried gripping onto Adam for dear life, not wanting to let him go until he’d calmed himself down. Adam began to shift around a bit before uncurling himself, albeit in a very strained manner. Thatcher noticed this attempt and slightly backed away, still keeping his hands attached to Adam in an attempt of comfort.
“Why… aren’t you running…?” Adam asked, the soft whisper of his voice almost not reaching the officer’s ears. “Did… why? Why are you here?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is making sure you’re okay,” Thatcher responded in the same tone of voice as to not scare him. He had a gut feeling that him breaking down is why he’s all discombobulated. “Take some breaths with me, and hold on tight if you need to.”
With those remarks, Thatcher softly embraced Adam once more, Adam slowly returning his gesture this time. Thatcher could feel Adam’s melting hands searching for some sort of grip on him, finally setting on holding his hair a little too tight for Thatcher’s comfort. Thatcher decided to ignore the pain in favor of helping Adam in the best way he could. He leaned his head backwards to alleviate some of it at least, but it truly wasn’t his main focus at the present moment.
“Take some breaths, kid. Please,” Thatcher whispered. He began to breathe deeply, in and out, in a stable pattern to model to Adam. Adam struggled at first, the snot being sniffled back up his nose and tears running endlessly down his face - or was it blood -, but eventually finding a pattern that worked for him best. His skin began to solidify in the process - not fully, but it was definitely better than before. Adam finally found more grip in his hands and removed his hands from Thatcher’s hair to settle on his back instead.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” Adam repeated quietly, half hoping that Thatcher wouldn't hear. Or at least that’s what he theorized.
“Don’t ever apologize,” Thatcher firmly, but gently, stated, pulling away from the boy softly. “You needed help, and that’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
Adam looked up at Thatcher, finally. His eyes and mouth had changed back into a normal, stable state along with the rest of his limbs. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his lips quivered, and his entire body simply shook from the mere shock, pain, and horror of it all.
“Am I… Are…” Adam mumbled. He looked at his hands and flexed them a few times, unsure of if he had returned to his former self or not. “Am I real?”
“If that’s supposed to mean ‘are you normal again’ then yes, you are,” Thatcher chuckled. “However, if you’re truly questioning whether or not you’re real, then the answer is still yes. I have tons of records on you back at the station if you need proof.”
Adam chuckled softly, trying to hide his amusement in Thatcher’s words. He stared at the ground for a few moments, and Thatcher joined him. They sat in complete, awkward silence, though that silence might have been necessary.
“You need a place to stay? Or someone to stay here with you for the night? I don’t want you to be by yourself tonight. Maybe not even for the next few days. And we don’t have to talk about this right now. I understand.”
Adam nodded and began tearing up once more, lunging at Thatcher with a more enthusiastic hug. Thatcher immediately complied.
“Thank you… I’m so sorry you had to deal with this-”
“Hey, again, don’t apologize.”
Adam nodded in Thatcher’s shoulder. He had longed for physical contact for a good while, and this was the best chance he’d ever get at it. Thatcher felt it as Adam tried to get even closer to him, pulling on him even harder and even trying to nuzzle his shoulder just to get that extra sense of physical feeling. A sense of comfort and safety. A sense of humanity.
“I don’t wanna stay here,” Adam spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by the officer’s shoulder. “I need to get out of here…”
“I got you covered. Not too comfortable bringing you to my place due to… circumstances, but we can just head over to the station. I should have something there to make us comfortable.”
Adam nodded and gave a verbal indicator through hums. Thatcher slightly separated from Adam to help him stand, walking him out of the house and to his car. He led him to the passenger seat and let himself get comfortable. After he gently closed the door, he walked over to the driver’s seat, got comfortable, started the car, and drove as fast as he could to get them both out of there.
Thatcher wasn’t sure what to do the next morning, but whatever it was it would be taking care of this damn kid. He already lost his parents, and he’s not gonna let it happen again.
i had a dream where alex dropped a new tmc video titled "interrogation" and it was exactly that. it was thatcher interrogating adam post-catalyst and i distinctly remember it was tense on both sides
tmc x omori!!?!!?!!!? zoinks!!!!!!!!!! (original date: april 21, 2022)
Mandela Catalyst spoilers
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Adam u okay?
Some sketches of evelin and Adam I did a while back! I honestly haven't been as active as I'd like to do be on here... But this is my small interpretation of evelin since there are so many designs of her I've seen. But the one of her in a skirt is from high school when her and Adam started going out. It was a sweet relationship in my mind :) 💕
"just imagine a trip to a wonderful land.. Of candy and jam. And ice cream!" BUT AHHHHH LOOK AT ALL THIS BECAUSE THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO MAKE. I made this a year ago and Im just posting it now :3
Finally finished the art for the TMC x KNY au. It's only the main four victim's, but I plan on doing the rest eventually.
Here's the picture without the layer's on top.
Quick overview of each character's breathing styles (minus Cesar since he's a demon in this au):
Mark - Water Breathing (He is our Tanjiro stand-in so this is par for the course.)
Adam - Serpent Breathing (I, honest to god, had no idea what to do with him. While he is sort of the Inosuke stand-in, I wanted to diverge a bit from that, more or less. So, I didn't give him Inosuke's breathing style and gave him this one instead. It mostly had to do with the lore behind Adam's name; you know, the snake in the tree of knowledge. I thought it was clever.)
Jonah - Thunder Breathing (Naturally, I had to make him the Zenitsu of the au.)
Suddenly realized, that I hadn't posted these silly-epic guys anywhere
I drew this about aah two months ago?
I can definitely say that there will be a 2nd part of this big fanart pack, because I have some ideas and some unfinished stuff :D
a quick sketch of intruder because i wanted to draw something from the mandela catalogue
THE GOOBERS!!!
Some nice christmas-y tmc doodles
YOU ARE NOT THE REAL YOU ;
A damn murray
Update!
Теперь хз, сколько у меня займет это довести до финального варианта
Anon {Mandela Catalogue x OC/Reader}
(The reader will be an OC, so your name won't be mentioned, but you can imagine yourself as my OC.)
𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
(Chapters will have links instead of you trying to search through my Tumblr account.)
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃
This is just a fanfiction for the fun and entertainment for readers and audiences. If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable or you have questions, tell me what it is. I'll elaborate it.
𝓣𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼:
PROLOGUE: Ephemeral Descent
Enigmatic Awakening || Eternal Bound
Persistence and Distance
Friendship Rivalry Unveiled
Nothing is Worth the Risk?
Deceptive Bonds
Abyss of Despair
Intricate Manipulations
Descent into Darkness
Lies in Shadows
Resurrection Gambit
Confronting the Perpetrator
The Stalkers' Whisper
Paranoia's Grip
Devilish Scheme
Knock of Illusions
Alternate Ambush
Peppered Desperation
Forest of Spellbound Fate
Temporal Displacement: Celestial Conundrum
Sibling Reunion
BPS & Police
Masking Madness
Intrusive Discovery
Psychological Capturing
Faustian Dilemma
Descent into Darkness
Covenant of Shadows
Betrayal's Echo
Catalyst of Confessions
Paranormal Machinations
Fractured Bonds
Divine Intervention
Resonance of Redemption
Epilogue: Ephemeral Farewell
Hope you all enjoy! These will be open up soon!
Babygirl poses your TMC victims or sum shit
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
Drew Adam in one of my outfits ✌️✌️✌️
I’m still recovering from the 8 page paper I had to write for class on Monday so have a bunch of unrelated doodles
(Thanwa OC @djthekillercomrblx-blog )
"Welcome home, Master~"
“Come and sit with me, and-"
“Moe moe, moe moe~!!"
Who in the world gets entertained by this stuff?
Hey, won't you tell me? With a smile, pull, pull
Adam posting…plus some OCs bc why not
Thanwa OC @djthekillercomrblx-blog
Kitty alternates part ???? But more this time
Thanwa OC @djthekillercomrblx-blog
🪽✨Fly away now, fly away now, fly away~✨🪽
Panty & Stocking screencap redrawn w TMC victims bc I’ve been listening to the OST a lot lately. Also, cause you know, they kill ghosts in the show
(Greyscale vers. below)
I know you must have like a million asks in your inbox but I wanted to quickly say that I love your art and AlA au !! Your art style is unique imo and I enjoy reading the lore abt your au ^_^
I also wanted to ask if you had any more content of your oc, Astar?? If not that's 100% okay, just keep doing what makes you happy!
im horrible with words so im so sorry if this makes absolutely no sense
Thank you! Hopefully I have more substantial story for you soon, once I’m done dealing with uni assignments HHHH
As for Astar, I do have these! POV: Astar gets a nasty read on Mandela newcomer + example of him inviting strangers into his house and feeding them if they offer up some of their Delicious Ghost Knowledge (though he’s gonna yap their ears off about theology)
(Thanwa OC (far left) @djthekillercomrblx-blog )