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lionfloss · 2 years
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cursed-legacy · 2 years
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God, this night got him all fucked up. Ghostface leaned against a building and pulled his mask off. He ran a gloved hand through his hair. The chill of the air cooled the sweat on his face. Groaning, he slumped down. It wasn't exactly safe to be in the Oni's territory, but frankly, no one would look for him here. Including not Kazan himself. So he was alright, for now. He dropped to the ground and closed his eyes. He could catch his breath here.
Tension filled Kazan's body, he never knew just how lonely he was from Rin's sudden absence from what seemed like forever ago. She had left on what he thought of good terms to a trial but then never returned, was the Entity punishing him?
Frustrated at his own powerless from the Entity's whims, he ran his hand through his hair and used the other to swing at the thin wall he was resting against but stopped before his clenched fist connected.
Rather than destroy his own home, he growled and pushed himself up to take his aggression out on something productive like training.
Not bothering to notice that he had a unwelcome guest hiding within the shadows as he began his prelude to his sword practice with some physical warm ups.
Already hot, he only loosely tied up his kimono as he went through the repetitions with his ample chest glistening with sweat out for anyone to see.
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rxdpyramidthxng · 2 years
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The squirming only served to make Pyramid Head press closer to the little treat and stop his rubbing in order to press the side of the helmet into him, rumbling even louder. The action was feral, possessive, but what else would one expect from a monster such as the Executioner. His hands, which were pressed on the wall on either side of Danny moved to flip him to face him, only moving his larger form away just enough to do so.
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While he did hear the confusion on the stalker’s voice it didn’t really click to him as to why there was confusion, at least not the actually reason, “Massage.” he repeated as though Danny didn’t here the first time, “Want.” He grabbed a hold of one of Ghost Face’s wrists to move his hand to chest, pressing the palm to the firm muscle there. The anon did say a massage dealt with the muscles so perhaps this was a good place to start.
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foppishmuses · 2 years
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Dwight didn’t believe him, but he didn’t really have much of a choice, either. Pinned to the wall like he was, Dwight had nowhere to go, no way to really struggle. He stopped fighting, going still except for his violent trembling. He chewed his lip and watched his captor warily.
“What do you want?” he demanded. “Let me go and we can talk about this. If you don’t want to hurt me, t-there’s no reason to push me into the wall.” His shaking voice betrayed how powerless Dwight felt.
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quicksharpandclever · 2 years
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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | cont. from [ x ]
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     “You really think you can sneak up on me?” Years of experience makes a well known singer ( just that alone is enough ) and a undercover killer know how to lay low and also know when somebody is watching them--or following them. He has lost count how many times he was stalked by a fan or somebody who was jealous of his status.      “You need to try harder than that if you want to go unnoticed, darling.” At least somebody knows to seek out a star even in this wretched slew of messy stages.
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dexdbydxylight · 2 years
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The Horror kept to herself. She could be spotted in areas survivors might be seen, and at her claimed shack, but never where the others might congregate. So the Doctor might've been surprised to find her in the hospital as she was surprised to see him. Caught off guard, she jolted back. The chunk of metal she'd been checking over - an improvement to her spear - dropped from her hand, cutting into the flesh of her other arm. She didn't scream out, just gripped the wound and grit her teeth. The Horror looked up at the Doctor and growled like a cornered animal.
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“What is with people and not simply asking for things?!” Even though he was kind of frustrated a laugh bubbled out of his. It was yet another thief in his realm, another killer this time instead of the usual survivor, but it was no less annoying to him. It wasn’t the fact the he was being stolen from, but the lack of manners stealing entailed. He had plenty of supplies, the Entity kept him well stocked to show its favor of him, and he was more than willing to trade for it.
What did he had to do? Place sticky notes on the gate saying such?!
The Doctor completely ignored the growl  the Horror made in order to scoop up the metal that had fallen from her hold, examining it, “This isn’t worth stealing from here! You should have just went to Trapper if you wanted metal for....whatever you want it for.” he made a dismissive motion with his hand as he tossed the metal back her, “You come here to medical supplies and the lot, I’m a doctor after all. You’d think it’d be simple to figure out, but people just don’t get it.” he rambled as though the other would actually be interested in what he had to say.
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mxshtyx · 2 years
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"Here," Jed says, "You can borrow my jacket."
&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
With seasons change,or quite possibly just the Entity feeling like torturing them further, Nea knew it would have been smart to get a better jacket... or at least ask the Entity for one... but she was stubborn, so there she was, shivering her ass off by the campfire trying to stay warm.
Under her breath in her native tongue, there were curses spewed that would have made her father I'll, but she didn't care... It was his fault she was even there in the first place... Of they hadn't moved away-
The touch of the heavier jacket made Nea jump slightly, turning to look up to the other with wide eyes. "Won't you need it? It's freezing tonight..."
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saetbyeol-moved · 2 years
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Hmm. There's someone asleep in that tree. Could it be... ? Yeah, it's Ghostface. His mask is lifted a bit off his face, exposing his mouth and chin. He's not snoring, but that's certainly the most skin anyone around here has ever seen him show off.
Sure would be a shame if someone bothered him, wouldn't it?   /   @fogrealmradio​
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   taking a walk was about the most exciting thing you could do in the entity's realm when you weren't in a trial. jiwoon was bored, and exploring was something he liked to do when he got bored. if he ran into anyone, well, that was only a bonus, wasn't it?
   he'd left the streets of haddonfield quickly once he realised he was on michael's territory, as the slasher always gave him an uneasy feeling, and instead found himself on the edge of the red forest now.
   he'd wanted to keep on going, but something caught his eye. glancing up, he noticed a figure up in the tree. brows pulled together and he tilted his head, trying to get a better look at who the hell decided sleeping up in a tree was a good idea. he then realised it was danny.
   lifting his bat, jiwoon poked his foot with it. when he didn't respond, he did it again, but harder this time.
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au-ratboys · 2 years
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@fogrealmradio // Ghostface >>> Ohhhh, yes. Danny's favorite thing to do to cute people tbh
The urge was irresistible. It was almost painful to try and hold back. The thought came to him and he wanted it, he needed it, he wanted to try it and see what happened. And once he decided, there was no turning back. Just needed a little help from a friend to pull it off - and the Entity was always kind to her favorites.
Steve probably thought he was lucky, getting the hatch. Ghostface wasn't a kind killer, he showed no one any mercy, and this Trial had been no different. They'd only managed one generator - seemed like Ghostface had been in an even worse mood than normal. He barely even spoke. But Steve got the hatch. He got out. Soon he'd be back with his friends at the Fire.
But that's not where he finds himself coming out. Meeting Steve on the other end of the hatch is what looks like a dirty basement. Dust covers the scattered boxes. A table is on the far wall. The door across the room is closed.
And behind him, someone laughs.
"Well, hi, Steve!" Ghostface claps a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I was starting to think you'd miss the fun!" He leans in, his disguised voice growling in Steve's ear. "I'd hate to have to kill all your friends a second time to get you alone... That'd be so traumatic, wouldn't it?" He giggles.
>>>Fantastic >:) Let the cute people interaction commence >:D And please don’t be shy with him >;)  It had to be him didn’t it. Another freaking *Mister Stabby*. Steve had already grown tired of the killers who insisted on trying to pepper holes in him, having already lost one pretty decent shirt. Things hadn’t also improved by the following facts for this particular trial. 1) No one on this team could do generators for shit
2) Everyone else was dead. Gone. Deceased. An ex-survivor if you will. So he’d had no choice but to try and haul ass out of there, the faintest glimmer of hope sparking as by some flaming miracle he’d found the hatch. Him. Steve Harrington. Klutz extraordinary. Freedom awaited and he’d bound towards it eagerly, thinking these famous last words. What could possibly go wrong? Fucking everything apparently. Expecting the fire, Steve instead finds himself in someone’s basement. Possibly their mother’s but who could say right now. How, he had no flaming idea. But he he was now, in dustsville god darn somewhere with a table and a closed door. Possibly locked. “Well this is going to end well....” A jerk at the laugh and the slap of a hand on his shoulder, freezing at that freaking voice. Geez, the guy couldn’t even be bothered to use his own voice. How sad. “Hi.....” His eyes slowly shift to look at the ghostly mask, swallowing head as the killer leans in. It can’t be a good thing to be alone in a room you’re not supposed to be in with a killer right? Listening carefully, the fact the killer apparently wanted him alone sends alarm bells ringing in his head. Why him and why here? “What kinda fun you got planned down here?” He nods around the sparse room, showing false bravado as the fear rises. “You got some old ass looking boxes and a table. Not very inviting is it? Like where’s the snacks?” That growl however sets him further on edge and he struggle to suppress the shiver running down his spine, feeling the killer so close to him, it was actually terrifying. “Yeah....I guess....” He tries to shrug in a ‘don’t care’ way but it’s clear that he agrees. “But you don’t have to. I mean. We’re alone now. You have me where you want me right?”
Well. Done. Steve.  why. the. hell. did. he. say. that?!
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cursed-legacy · 2 years
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⚠️ would probably hate soda if he tried it
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Denied.
He's heard of ramune and soda from Rin, but he has yet to try it. It's not like it's easily available to him.
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rxdpyramidthxng · 2 years
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"--Ngh!"
The Executioner was being gentle. That was the part that fucked with Danny's head the most, as that massive hand wrapped around his neck. This wasn't an attempt to kill. This was a warning.
Reflexively, Ghostface's gloved hands reached for the larger one around his neck. He could feel the veins of his neck pounding against the Executioner's through the fabric of his armor. Armor that protected him against everything but this, apparently.
He could still breathe, which was nice. It helped keep him from panicking.
"W-what did I do?!" He didn't even say anything!
The hands that gripped his own were barely noticed, minor distractions and nothing more, yet his grip did not tighten on the human’s throat. The very air around the smaller male hung heavy with his sin, reeked of his misdeeds...
It made him want to horrible things to him.
He knew though it wouldn’t matter how much he punished him he would come back, he would repeat his sins over and over again. He could make it a endless hell for the Ghost Face one way or another, there were many different ways and methods after all, but he could not solely focus on him even if the urge to do so until he broke was there. There were other sinners here that required his attention as well.
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The pyramid tilted downward a bit, offering a fuller view of the front, but there wasn’t much of a answer, at least not one the smaller man would understand. However Pyramid Head did shift his thumb under the mask’s chin, pushing it up ever so slightly. Was it teasing? Or yet another warning?
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foppishmuses · 2 years
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Try something new? What a great idea! I think I'd like to try out you. How about a date, leader boy? I promise, I'll be a great boyfriend~ [from Ghostface, of course]
Uh, sorry, but--I have to decline!! I've got to go!!!
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quicksharpandclever · 2 years
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Ghostface physically lifts Feng Min off the ground from behind and spins him around, speaking in a singsong voice
"Twink, twink, twink, twink, you're a fucking twink."
Feng Min squirmed and hissed like a temperamental cat. He swiped and clawed at Ghostface and tried to kick him in the groin despite being held from behind.
“You fucking bastard!! I’ll bite your fucking cock off I swear!!”
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     @fogrealmradio​  ✩  💪 with Danny, because he's that kinda guy
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     He still has no shred of trust in the other killer--well, that is not saying much since he trusts none of them further than he can throw the Entity itself--so with the approach, the singer steps back ( not without delivering a venomous glare ). There is no security here to stop people from getting to close to him. . . or to stop him from reacting to people getting closer. There is no true dislike of people touching him, it is more of his does not like people he considers below him to be in his space.      Something is said in his native language, a curse thrown at the other when the distance continues to be closed. He must hand it to the other, there is guts to approach one who is known to be highly cruel and a history of attacking other Killers to the point their overseer had to banish him from being around others for a while, “Don’t you even think about--”     Not a moment to finish his sentence before he feels the touch on him and then the feeling of the ground vanishing. Oh, he did that. . . Instantly, a snarl slips his lips, a blade slipping from his sleeve, “ 너 이제 죽었어 ! “ It does not matter if the other can understand, Ji-Woon howls out the words before taking the knife and jabbing it anywhere he can lodge it in--and doing the same with a second knife. . . and a third one. And one more for good measure.     Nobody touches him without permission, and especially nobody picks him up.
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dexdbydxylight · 2 years
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And as he stands all smug, suddenly Ghostface snaps his fingers. "damn it! I should've taken a photo of it!"
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And as it slowly registers to them what had happened and the fact there was indeed mistletoe a blush starts to creep onto their cheeks.
“Well, at least you didn’t stab me...” they mumbled a bit sarcastically. Ah yes, the ol’ reliable tactic of using humor to deal with things.
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