RETRIBUTION *

Look at my face. We've met before...

[valtsv]

female character: *is unloved by the fandom*

me:

[sanctamater]

[sanctamater]

sanctamater‌:

TELL ME IM WRONG.

[miamidead]

mistled‌:

           “ i hate new killers. ” that was meant to be a thought kept to himself, but when he was hurt, his mind-to-mouth filter tended to dissolve. he blamed the amount of time he’d spent with nea and jake, really. 

      his eyes were drawn to the shift of flesh and fur, details that came into focus once his glasses were righted on his face. well, fuck. he had seen the huntress wear a wolf’s mask before, but this guy was literally a fucking wolf.

      he loomed over dwight, dwarfing him just like every other killer in the fog did, and when he rolled a little to keep his eyes on the wolfman, his body shrieked in protest. nothing vital was hit, that much was obvious in how dwight could still move and wasn’t dying at a ridiculous pace, but standing up on his own was an impossibility.

     if the others are nearby waiting for him, they wouldn’t dare come help him as long as the wolfman stood over him. dwight was on his own for this one. dammit. dammit. dammit.

           “ y-you’re a bastard. ” great comeback, fairfield.

“Glad I made a good first impression.” The Wolf moved closer, putting his gun away as he did so, freeing up both hands. He padded a circle around his captive audience, seeming to ponder just what to do. 

He was out of bullets. Would be harder to get ahold of people without any bullets.

“I think it’s your lucky day, pup,” He started to speak as he got down lower, talking right against Fairfield’s ear, breath abnormally warm and stinking of meat. “I really wanted to break your delicate little neck with my teeth, but I think I’ll use you as bait instead. Would feel wrong to just kill you outright. You’re just so helpless.” He squished Dwight’s cheeks between two fingers, claws breaking the skin easily and drawing blood.

“If you’re good and stay put, I might just let you go. But you have to stay right there.” 

Wolfman knew he shouldn’t be humoring his boredom with tests like this, but the fog was going to get real boring real fast if he didn’t. Besides, he wanted to see just how much of a coward the office worker was. City folk could be surprising, from time to time. 

He retreated back into the grass, staying close enough to keep an eye on things.

[miamidead]

mistled‌:

     dwight had never been shot before. the fog had been full of new experiences thus far – dwight had been hopeful that being stabbed and cut and literally killed would be the extent of bad shit he had to endure for the time being, but this? this was something completely different.

     it didn’t hurt at first, which was the most surprising development of all. it was like someone had struck him high on the back and side with something blunt, the force behind it knocking him off balance, but it wasn’t until he actually hit the ground and lay there a moment that the searing pain set in. it was probably the worst he’d ever felt, minus the shock the doctor had given him when dwight had spent too long during a game running circles around him.

     ( at least then dwight had blacked out moments after it began. at least there was that consolation. )

     he hardly had time to try to struggle back to his feet before a shadow fell over him. though his glasses had been knocked sideways, the sharp smile the man(?) wore was enough to make dwight’s blood run cold. 

     fuck. dammit.

             “ oh fuck. ”

“Oh, fuck.” The Wolf repeated back, the grin stretching wider as the voice resonated from the maw of teeth. There was no mouth movement to accompany the words, but the flesh and fur were real.

“First time getting shot, puppy?” The new killer asked as he stepped over the thicket of grass and bush, looming over Dwight more.

“It’s alright, you’re fine. I didn’t hit anything vital. You could even run if you wanted to. I wouldn’t suggest it.” A laugh followed, which warranted movement of the mouth, but still sounded remarkably human. 

[miamidead]

IN  CHARACTER  JUDGEMENT  CALL .

rules: you  can  only  say  guilty  or  innocent  .  you  are  not  allowed  to  explain  anything  unless  someone  messages  you  or  asks  you .  repost ,  don’t  reblog  !

asked  someone  to  marry  you  ? innocent.

kissed  one  of  your  friends  ?  guilty.

danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar  /  tavern  ?  innocent.

ever  told  a  lie ?  guilty.

had  feelings  for  someone  whom  you  can’t  have  ?  guilty.

ever  kissed  someone  of  the  same  sex  ?  guilty.

kissed  a  picture  ?  guilty.

slept  until  5pm? innocent.

fallen  asleep  at  work  /  school  ? innocent.

held  a  snake  ?  innocent.

been  suspended  from  school  ?  innocent.

worked  at  a  fast  food  chain  /  restaurant  ?  innocent.

stolen  something  ?  guilty.

been  fired  from  a  job  ? innocent.

done  something  you  regret  ?  guilty.

laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose  ? innocent.

caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue  ? innocent.

kissed  in  the  rain  ?  innocent.

sat  on  a  roof  top  ?  guilty.

kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?  guilty.

sang  in  the  shower  ? innocent.

been  pushed  into  a  pool  with  all  your  clothes  on  ?  innocent.

shaved  your  head  ? innocent.

slept  naked  ?  guilty

made  a  boyfriend  /  girlfriend  cry ? innocent.

shot  a  gun  ?  guilty.

still  love  someone  you  shouldn’t  ? guilty.

have  /  had  a  tattoo ?  innocent.

liked  someone  ,  but  will  never  tell  who  ?  guilty.

been  too  honest  ?  guilty.

ruined  a  surprise  ?  innocent.

been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said  ?innocent

still  have  communication  w/  your  ex  ?  innocent.

cheated  on  someone  ?  innocent.

got  so  angry  that  you  cried  ? innocent.

tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good  ?  guilty.

thoughts  about  suicide  ?  guilty.

thoughts  about  murder  ? guilty.

how  about  mass  murder  ?  guilty.

stalked  someone  ?  guilty.

had  a  girlfriend  /  boyfriend  ? innocent.

gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday  ? guilty.

tagged by : @aladyonce

tagging: @botanies @mashstyx @adrenal and anyone else who wanna do it!!

[miamidead]

@botanies

“Heard you’re the closest thing to a real doctor this hellhole has.” The Wolf spoke in hushed tones, crawling out of a window near where Claudette was hiding. His gun was on his back, which was only a small comfort considering his claws.

“Don’t run. I have a vested interest in keeping you alive... all the doctor’s I’ve met in recent times have been hacks, quacks, and frauds. Perhaps you can give a better diagnosis.” Even after saying don’t run he made quick work of the space between them, but did nothing in the way of attacking. Not yet, at least.

[miamidead]

@mistled

Gunfire was a startling change of pace, even for the Entity.

At first, it would seem unfair to pit unarmed survivors against someone with an assault rifle- Bill quickly pointed out as much- but the limitations offered some relief from the latest horror. Knife wounds and hatchet scars were one thing- neither had a bullet to remove. Healing was a slow and tedious venture that required a steady hand to complete. 

It was mid-game, and the Wolf was almost out of ammo. The Entity gave him three magazines, which would be plenty if the gun’s trigger wasn’t rigged to jam every time he started firing. He already wasted two, but managed to get a few people in the process.

Seeing movement along the treeline, he opted to quickly waste the last clip. The thud of a body was music to his ears.

He loomed over the newest victim- someone he hadn’t met yet. The glint of teeth and glow of his eyes would be a very unwelcome thing to follow several bullet wounds. 

[cloverbat]

sketch from last week

[mistled-blog]

DWIGHT WON’T STOP. HE’LL SURVIVE NO MATTER WHAT.

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ok consider this a rly lowkey promo…

[miamidead]

hey yall it’s another god damn roleplay server 

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[miamidead]

H E A D C A N O N..    *  CHARACTER INTERVIEW .

BASICS  !

NAME .   Solomon Stygian

NICKNAME .  The Heir

AGE .   Early thirties.

SPECIES .   Human

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .   lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

RELIGION .     None

SINS .   greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES .   chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES .  

SECRETS .  Solomon is the bastard child of the Ancestor but claims to be a great-grandchild of a more legitimate bloodline. All official documents in the estate have been altered to reflect this. His hoarding of artifacts and old portraits is to the end of alteration, to provide proof of his lineage. This proof is used to persuade old contacts of the Ancestor to refurbish buildings within the hamlet.

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .   scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

HEIGHT .   5′7″

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS .   Beyond some scars from lashes on his back, Solomon is relatively unscathed despite his consistent trips into the dungeons. 

ABILITIES /  POWERS .  Having a direct blood tie with the ancestor allows Solomon some amount of Eldrich power by default. He is able to reverse seconds of time, ripping people from death at a great personal cost. Before arriving at the estate he had some form of medical and religious training and can provide care to heroes within the dungeons.  The monsters of the estate seem to fear him, as most refuse to attack him directly.

RESTRICTIONS .  Solomon is incredibly frail, malnourished, and sleepless. He cannot attack, and cannot fight back. 

FAVORITES !

FOOD .   Dumplings of any sort.

DRINK .    Black tea, which is almost impossible to get at the hamlet.

PIZZA TOPPING .   If pizza was more common, he’d love having little sausages on it.

COLOR .    Baby blue. The color of a clear sky.

MUSIC GENRE .    He avoids music, but still likes pub singing. 

BOOK GENRE .    Informational. Subject doesn’t matter.

MOVIE GENRE .   Documentaries and comedies. 

CURSE WORD .   He avoids swearing but will say ‘shit’ under his breath from time to time.

SCENTS .   The smell of laundry that sat in the sun all day to dry.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP .   Bottom.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER .   During the game he sits in silence, post game he would enjoy humming while bathing. 

LIKES PUNS .  Depends on the quality. Normally he hates them, but a clever pun will get him to smile.

tagged by .  @eldritchbled

tagging .  if you read this far you’re tagged

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