Mall Au - Blog Posts

Here’s an old sketch I made for Mall AU. Yeah Samantha is suffering. I like how I sketched it out, so here ya go. 

This was a lazy sketch idea that I kind of got inspired by a scene in GingerSnaps. Basically in Mall AU, Samantha figured out how to turn without a full moon before anyone else and she wants to confront Jeremy who has been unfair to everyone else. A think that happens in Mall Au, is that they have flashes of what seems like memories from the normal Outlast universe, making them confused, but they never question it further, but Samantha has it the worst and can’t figure out why these visions want her life to crumble and her to become someone she isn’t. 

Werewolf Samantha. I believe this was also for Mall AU? Probably. We love to write drama in there for our rp. 

I mentioned Mall AU in one of my posts, but here’s some pieces I’ve done for the mall AU group rp I’ve been doing with my friends. If you guys see this, you’re fucking great people c: Anyways, first one is Samantha summoning Billy’s ghost who has been buried somewhere within the mall, and he ends up possessing her when he freaks out or goes into rage/Walrider mode. Next is a drawing of Eddie as a WerePanther. All animals were selected by my pals on whoever they were playing. The next is a WereHyena named, Jaiden. That is another pal’s oc, I’m unsure if they have a tumblr, but I’ll link it once I find out. And the last photo is of Billy in his ghostly form. 

Here’s a little shitpost. This isn’t the normal Outlast, this is Mall AU created by yours truly. Mall AU is basically that, they work in a mall, but everyone starts getting infected and becoming wereanimals. Just a funny idea I’ve been rping with my friends. If anyone is interested about, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message on here. 

[ Local Maul - WIP Snippet ]

Um. So uh. I'm writing the Modern AU where Ramsay, Theon and Myssa work at the mall. Myssa's at Hot Topic and the boys are at Spencer's. Here's a snippet of Myssa introducing Jeyne to her morbid fiction game. (Spoiler alert, but Myssa and Jeyne will never be friends in any universe. Sorry not sorry. But I live for their misaligned interactions.)

Myssa nodded towards the Spencer’s, where Mr. Canines’ dirty blond friend was positioning a promotional sign just outside the store’s entrance. His jeans were way too tight and his black long sleeved tee looked like it had seen better days, even from a distance. By how faded it was, she recognized it as the one that had Cthulhu on the front.

“That guy,” she began, staring at him intently while he tripped over the corner of the sign’s metal stand and looked around to see if anyone noticed. “Goes to buy weed from his regular dealer but it’s a setup. Escapes the cops on foot but hops the wrong fence. Two massive dogs defending their yard chase him, bite the shit out of his leg. He’s bleeding, stumbling, jumps the next fence, slips on his own blood and falls into the neighbor’s pool. Only it’s still covered and his weight makes him sink, water flooding in, drowning him kicking and screaming and tangling himself to death.”

“Theon?” Jeyne burst out laughing. “Honestly, you might not be far off.”

Myssa turned her attention back to her coworker. “You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my best friend’s foster brother. Or, uh, he was. Before he turned eighteen and he got kicked out for stealing Mr. Stark’s beer.” She looked thoughtful and laughed again. “You know, he’s more likely to die from getting too drunk at the river and falling in. Not exciting, but realistic. I mean, hardly anyone has a pool around here.”

Myssa shifted her jaw and grabbed a pen from the counter to jab at the notepad beside the POS. Of course Jeyne would ruin the game by being “realistic” about it. That wasn’t the point at all. That was boring.

“Fine.” Myssa directed her glare at Theon’s back as he headed into the opposite store. “How about he tries to blow himself upside down on his couch. Cums in his throat and aspirates to death on his own jizz.”

“Oh my god, you are vile,” Jeyne said and burst out laughing so hard she slapped her manicured hand on the counter. She nodded furiously, pigtails waving. “Yes. One hundred percent. You have him pegged.”