баюшки баю.

under co.

[hatchetsung]

(    uhm???    yes???  hi it’s me???  i’ll get to stuff on here soon i swear but hey like feel free to hmu over on quirkgifted or empathyborn thanks. 👌👌👌    )

[quirkgifted]

                               ❛        i’m the        DEKU        who always does his best ! ! !       ❜                                                                     personals do not reblog !

[hatchetsung]

(    you’re not a legit huntress killer unless you yell      YEET      every time you throw a hatchet.    )

[hatchetsung]

                    TEETH GRIT SLIGHTLY BEHIND CLOSED LIPS.      things weren’t going in her favor and as much as she loved the thrill of having something fighting back against her,    it wasn’t fun if you lose sight of what you were after.    That girl,      MEG,      was too quick for her liking.    of course,    because of quicker strides and periodic bursts of adrenaline,    she had little to no clue where the other was possibly hiding.    this would be easier if she had gotten in one hit prior,    but no    ╾╾    she missed and instead,    hit some tree that had gotten in the way.    lady luck was not on her side today.                     AT LEAST THERE WAS STILL SOME MARKINGS SHE COULD FOLLOW.      a path shouldn’t be hard to decipher,    and part of her doubted that meg had managed to sneak away.    there was a fifty percent chance she was still in the immediate area,    the risk was worth it.    with that plan set in stone she lurks about,    checking a few crevices here and there,    the grass,    even a couple of cabinets  (  not only to try and find meg,    but to get a quick refill of hatchets.  )    and yet,    there’s still    N O T H I N G.    that or she’s just blind.    a grunt emits as she slams the door of the last cabinet closed,    displeasure evident in her body language.    for the love of god,    where was she    HIDING ???

- ̗̀  @adrenal / sc.  ̖́-

[lafiska]

[kurosb]

I fall in love with her

[hatchetsung]

                    A HATCHET CUTS THROUGH THE AIR WITH AN AUDIBLE GRUNT,      her target was no other than    JAKE PARK,      and he was currently on the move.    who wouldn’t be in this case scenario;    being chased by a ruthless killer ready to sacrifice you to an entity ?    it’s a never ending cycle of the survival of the fittest.    and there’s no room for    TRIAL AND ERROR.    not in anna’s case,    at least.    the fourth generator had already been popped to her dismay,    and she’d only managed to get one poor goon hooked and sacrificed.    the entity wasn’t going to be happy if she couldn’t get the rest of them.    she    HAD    to get the rest of them.    F A I L U R E    isn’t an option.                     FEET MOVE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE,    and that hum of hers grows more and more menacing as she follows the chicken scratch highlighting her path.    her grip on the axe handle tightens,    knuckles turning white as she readies herself for a swing.    wind it up    ...    wind it up.    with a step she gives a heavy swing,    body waiting    ╾    h o p i n g  for that sweet feeling of resistance.    for that oh-so satisfying cry of pain and the sweet,    sweet spilling of someone else’s BLOOD.

- ̗̀  @iron-willed / sc.  ̖́-

[hatchetsung]

(    i’m alive and this is a STARTER CALL,    yes yes.    no cap !    )

[swevenfox]

A Lullaby for the Dark.

New killer -

[pericote-deactivated20171229]

@91db

[pathesis]

A huntress doodle before bed.

very strong mom♥

[meatcleavermutilator]

this months second finished piece!  i love her…..

[hatchetsung]

- ̗̀  ｈｅｘｄｅｖｏｕｒｉｎｑ /  THE HAG.  ̖́-

“Don’t ask me that, I was brought here for some unworldly reason. It was supposed to be Pale Rose, didn’t know it rhymed with Mother’s Dwelling.” Lisa snapped up at the other; in no mood for this woman’s sass. She had been teamed up on her last trial; flashlights to burn her curses and her eyes, toolboxes for her hooks and med-kits for healing her claw wounds.

Going back to staring down at her claws, she returned to not speaking a word; only her slight snarl-like breathing was heard as Lisa waited for the Entity to take her to her off-trial realm. Maybe this was her punishment to doing such a horrible job at feeding her, no wonder she was the last to be picked. And with Micheal and Anna present, she was a rarity to the survivors. “I dun’t know why you’d be so tense. This happens often.” 

                    THIS ONE HAD A SHARP TONGUE ON HER,      didn’t she ?    a venomous sass and words that had a bite    ...    an attitude that would usually not be tolerated under different circumstances.    no,    unpleasant and rude words would be followed up by an act of violence    ╾╾    the sharp blade of an axe meeting the f l e s h of another.    lucky for lisa,    anna would hold back her temptations and let it slide just this once.    having a short temper wouldn’t help,    now would it ?                     SHE COULD PROTEST ABOUT BEING TENSE,      however,     the last few words are the ones that catch her full attention.    anna attempts to put the pieces together on her own in silence  (    or slight silence,    since lisa’s breathing was somewhat loud and rugged.    )    and once she gets a slight idea in her mind,    she nods to herself in conformation.        ❛        you    FAILED    the entity,    didn’t you ?        ❜        it was the only logical reason she could piece together,    especially with the snappy mood lingering about.    anna could understand why something as such would be frustrating,    losing always had a bitter taste.    the emptiness it left inside    ╾╾    feeling    WORTHLESS     was just as bad.   those survivors were pests when they had certain items to help them during trials.    and not to mention perks that made them harder to catch and keep track of.        ❛        ...    if that’s the case,    i    UNDERSTAND    why you’re upset.        ❜

[hatchetsung]

                    NOTHING BUT SILENCE SEEMS TO FILL THE AIR.      even with the company of another with her,    she doesn’t feel the need to speak.    then again,    anna wasn’t much of a talker anyway.    there’s no need to speak when your words would go    UNHEARD    and your questions would be left unanswered.    but still,    that didn’t mean she didn’t want to ask a few questions.    on nights like such,    she’d usually be alone,    doing only     who knows what.    most likely just keeping herself isolated inside the    ‘  comfort  ’    of her home or practicing her hatchet throws.    the sudden change was a bit    ...    odd.                     DARKENED EYES WOULD LOOK OVER AT THE OTHER,    the one she had allowed into her home    ╾╾      LISA,      or more commonly known as    THE HAG    to most.    she’s a weird one.    anna wouldn’t outright say that to her,    though.    she remains silent for a moment,    maybe two before she releases the sigh she's be holding in,    and shoulders which were once tensed up seemed to relax.    TO HELL WITH IT,    she might as well try to get some answers.    and thus without any hesitation,    her inquiries roll off her tongue with ease.       ❛        why are you here ?    what are you doing in    MY    realm ?        ❜

- ̗̀  @hexdevourinq / sc.  ̖́-

[hatchetsung]

(    i bet you if evan/lisa left traps everywhere it’d piss anna off so much.    )

[hatchetsung]

(    i’m alive and this is a STARTER CALL,    yes yes.    no cap !    )

[hatchetsung]

DO YOU LIKE TO BE HUNTED DOWN?    how about girls that can lead you to have several near death experiences?    a woman who can cause you to get hooked on a feeling   ╾╾    LITERALLY?    how about a lady that lost her mother at a young age and has the ability to survive on her own with just an axe and a few throwing hatchets?    if that’s your kind of thing THE HUNTRESS is your cup of murderous tea !!!    and if you wanna put your muse’s life on the line for this MURDER MOM consider giving this blog a FOLLOW as well as LIKING or REBLOGGING to let everyone else join in on this sacrificial fun fest !!!

ind.    priv.    sel.    ANNA  /  THE HUNTRESS from DEAD BY DAYLIGHT.    hatcheted by BUBBE.