* lullabies for the dark @hatchts - Tumblr Blog

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Gentle rasp of throat & strained rumble draws from the stagnant beast; he’s humming.

tilt of the head. she nears the sound of soft strain, and her own voice falters into silence. a tone unlike any other-- laborious in its rattle, but discernable.

he hums her mother’s lullaby.

brows arch just slightly behind filth coated porcelain.

a slow approach before she picks up the song where he is-- and pauses a few notes ahead.

perhaps she will teach him the whole song.

#MAIN.#WRAITH.

guud-night

She loves girls

#VISAGE.#HC.#remind me to write a hc about this later

tupaya-devushka-blog

International relationships really are a lot of fun.

#crack tag #this is huntress lol #'and how a bug can be a lady??'#adorable

shelbimade

STARTERS FOR MUTE MUSES because most rp memes aren’t mute friendly and I will not stand for it.

❝ You don’t talk much do you? ❞

❝ So… you can’t speak? ❞

❝ Just nod your head yes or no. ❞

❝ Do you know sign language? ❞

❝ That’s okay, I can talk enough for the both of us. ❞

❝ It’s nice to have someone to just listen. ❞

❝ Can you draw it for me? ❞

❝ It’s okay. You don’t need to talk for us to hang out. ❞

❝ How do you normally communicate? ❞

❝ I bet you’re great at charades. ❞

❝ Jeez, use your inside voice. ❞

❝ Sorry, I don’t know ASL. ❞

❝ Talking is overrated anyways. ❞

❝ You’re very quiet. ❞

❝ That’s fine, I have a pen and paper. ❞

❝ Thank goodness I know sign language. ❞

❝ Can you at least write for me? ❞

❝ It’s okay, I’ll do the talking. ❞

❝ Write your name down so I know what to call you. ❞

❝ Did something happen to your voice?❞

#this... might be selectively answered but i'll try #this will work a lot better for female muses just saying

sleepran

I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

#JKSHJKDHFG #about

anna--ahha

#aes.

[insert emoji here] quentin accidentally yanks off the mask as she tries to carry him off to the hook. he knows he's fucked up. :^)

inspired by the nonvb meme | @sacrisomnia

He hardly makes for exciting prey.

Observing as she follows behind, she can see his exhaustion. As though the shadows under the eyes weren’t tell enough– it’s visible just in the very way he runs. His coordination seems askew. Clumsiness as expected. Even with adrenaline coursing prey’s veins, creating familiar sour stench of sweat intermingling the damp mist, it is not enough to keep that hazy mind from making mistakes.

He is not a prized catch.

It’s ended with a hatchet making its mark at the mid of his back. He falls with a cry and dull thud to the faux earth.

Guided by whispers, the insatiable pulling of the Entity– she hoists the boy’s limp body over shoulder, eye on the nearest rusted hook.

He struggles, naturally. It’s hardly effective. He writhes pathetically in her grasp, legs kicking, fists pounding into her back until she is ready to sling him forth to mount his place on the hook.

She lifts him, gripped by the shoulders and dangled mere feet above the ground–

A hand suddenly slaps over her face, partially covering the eyes. It actually manages to startle. He grips her mask– instinctively, she stumbles a step away from the hook and rears her head away from his hand—

– and the mask is pulled.

Lullaby and breath halt immediately in the throat as her Mother’s mask slips off the top of her head, pulling at matted, choppy hair.

Her face– unveiled to her prey for the first time.

Slowly, her eyes lift to lock onto that of her prey’s own. Dreaded eye contact. Sign of aggression. A twitch greets the nose as blank expression slowly twists into one of fury. Bared teeth, and animistic scream of displeasure.

Connection with the Entity is lost as she tugs him closer and the mind slips. She throws him to the ground at the base of the hook, hard enough for his frail form to clamor the rusted thing. Normally, she’d aim for the head. Crack the skull. Such a satisfying sound. But the downswing of her axe comes sideways for the ribs. It isn’t a killing blow. Intentional. Bones shatter under metal blade, foot is planted against his chest to rip the blade from flesh with sickening squelch.

The second downswing aims for the center of the chest, just between the ribs. A splay of blood greets the knuckles. And as he struggles for breath, she leaves blade buried in his chest as she kneels to rip the mask from his fingers.

She comes close, face to face with the dying prey, a tip to her head. A heavy sigh releases from the nose as she slowly lifts the mask and settles it back over her features.

You will not make this mistake again.

She stands.

The axe is ripped from the sternum and brought down again like merely chopping wood. This time deep into the stomach. Sickening squelch. Entrails seeping through large gash. Again. To the shoulder, half an amputation. Again. The axe swipes across the throat. Near decapitation. Again. And the axe finally cracks down onto the skull.

With a sharp, hard twist of the handle she breaks the neck and with help of the heel of foot and hard kick of the bloodied carcass, the head of the prey is removed from the body.

The detached head is kicked off the blade of her axe with expression of disdain.

And only then does the lullaby start again.

#sacrisomnia #blood /#gore /#ask to tag #here you go #one murdered boy #sorry it took so long i literally just #wanted it to be good #main.#quentin.

cozybug-deactivated20231208

If there are trees you aren’t alone

hiccupsfreckles

I can’t tell if this is supposed to be encouragement or an ominous warning

#musing.

moonskek-deactivated20251028

“Burnt Forest” by Jaccob Mckay

#aes.

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

Bold the ones that apply to your character.

Tagged by: i stole it with my thief hands Tagging: anyone who follows me on this blog tbh bc there’s not many of you

#hc.#huntress bb gal

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

nonvb| @nomither

Hatchet’s blade glimmer in faux moonlight as curved handle is wound back behind right ear. Lullaby hums from closed lips as she side-steps to aim a narrow shot through path she calculates ‘tween the tall pine trees at the survivor who faces her.

A bold move. For prey to look predator in the eye. Her breathing hitches as the thrill of the hunt courses through her veins. Huff of air blows through the nose, quivering the sound of humming travelling from the throat.

But, he does something rather than just run as she winds the hatchet back. It catches her attention.

A gesture.

Curious nature peers through bloodlust. Her arm does not lower, but her head tilts as she takes the signal into consideration.

She’s not seen this type of gesturing before. She has seen her prey wave to one another. She has seen gestures of survivors beckoning to one another. But never a finger directed at another’s direction.

She comes to the conclusion he must be pointing in a way she’s never seen. It’s not out of the realm of possibility given her severely isolated nature. But she’s seen people point before. Her eyes flicker up briefly– that is the direction his finger is pointing– to the canopy of the trees.

Nothing.

Perhaps he means behind her.

To amuse the silly prey, her gaze is briefly cast over shoulder.

Nothing.

A distraction then?

It works.

For when she turns back, her prey is running and fired shot sends blade of hatchet deeply nestled into bark of pine.

Well played.

#nomither #david.#huntress: starts flipping everyone off #she learned a new thing guys #she doesnt know what it means but she learned it #thank you david #Main.

nature aesthetic

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.

repost, do not reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder.

icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain.

summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis.

a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

tagged by: i stole it

tagging: steal it from me you heathens

#hc.

hush hush little one ...

... it’s not your fault.

ind. priv. sel. huntress from bhvr’s dead by daylight. follows back from @empathecary. as told by rey.

#dbd #huntress #idk how to tag this #but laughs at how bad my animation is #listen i know it's her broad axe there were no pngs of her hunting hatchets #so she's just chucking her huge axe ok #her fucking two handed axe #ITS A BAD PROMO I GET IT OK #im being really hard on myself if you can't tell #self promo.

🤙 Bump into my muse -Wraith :3c

nonvb starters | @miistwalkers

The air is subtly different in any realm that is not her own. Instead of sweet rain dripping from high tree canopies, the distant artificial scent of smog and motor oil intermingles with the fog.

The Hunter is cautious when trespassing into another beast’s territory– though she comes bearing gifts of the hunt. A peace offering of sorts. She is curious.

Though Hounds and Bears make unlikely friends.

Hum travels deep from the throat, lower notes of her lullaby. She traverses the realm with care– respect for territory. Weapon is lowered to one hand as she walks, firm grip on its handle should she need it at the ready. But she displays non-hostile approach. Not defenceless, but not dominating in another’s space. After all, the hound could be watching from anywhere–

She smells him. The scent of ash, soot, mud. It’s different from the surroundings. But where? She nigh pauses in her step when she collides with sudden shimmering form.

She rears back, brows furrowed behind concealing mask. Hum draws to a close with a gentle huff passing the lips.

The elusive Hound, at last. Curiously, freehand reaches a flat palm out to graze what she figures is the arm of the cloaked figure.

She knows how this goes. Territory breached by another beast is not to be taken lightly. She shoulders the sack of smoked meats and treats she’s taken from those she’s Hunted, and offers it to cloaked figure with a tip of the head.

Will you allow me into your den?

#miistwalkers #main.#wraith.

plotbunnie

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

#ask meme.#starter meme.#owo

swevenfox

A Lullaby for the Dark.

New killer -

#visage.

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