AnasAbdin
Today's Document
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
★
Game of Thrones Daily
Love Begins
Janaina Medeiros
No title available
Sweet Seals For You, Always
PR's Tumblrdome
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
No title available
izzy's playlists!
almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
oozey mess
Product Placement
NASA
#extradirty
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
seen from China
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
@mylullabii
sorry replies are slow. it’s hard to write a character as complex as huntress sometimes. she has lots of thoughts but can’t really word them and my hands sometimes just freeze on the keys and i stare at a starter or half of one for an hour.
FUCKING. MY XBOX TURNED ON AS I SAID THE ADJSKGLLRJ!!!
Everyone: Lets play DBD! Me: Awesome let me get on! Everyone: Okay! I’ll add you on steam. Me a filthy xbox user, crawling back into bed sobbing
❝ A figure clad in the head of a hare. A most disturbing sight. This new foe holds something human within her. Some shards of ordinary life. She seems to be a hunter. I have met many different beings in this place, but this is the first one with a natural skill of hunting. In any other place one could deem it a talent. But her knack for tracking, capturing and killing is something else here. There is something else in her too, she seems to seek something. ❞
private and selective anna (huntress) from dead by daylight. hunted by mikki.
@silentslasher | s.c.
you know, she never understood the though process of the other killers, to fight? for revenge? she just wanted people out of her woods.
though right now it looks like she is in someone elses.
her fingers gently slide along her large axe as she walks, trying to figure out the fastest way back home. though it seems she wasn’t alone.
she couldn’t hear it, but after so many times fighting against small tiny people you tend to start noticing things. she paused, breath hitching in her throat. was she being hunted? was someone attempting to kill her? unlikely but she still felt it, someone following her every move.
there was no time though, she had to continue along her path, or she would never escape this weird area, with so many houses. and back to her woods.
Ive been playing lots of dbd lately…
“You tried to kill me!”
“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”
@energeticathlete
she had heard her, a girl. in her woods. it has been so long since she had heard that, she quickly went to go hunt her down. she wanted her to stay. to be with her.
this was easy, the humans never expected her soft hum to be a killer, it made them frightened, made them panic.
now though, now she had finally caught her. a large smile slid under her mask, gently reaching over with a bloody, calloused hand, and petting her face.
she has her now. a new one. this time, she will make sure this one doesn’t die. she will take good care of her.
@azarovsslayer
a song. softly hummed through the woods, listening, and waiting for those to once again enter her woods, slowly shifting when she heard... a bell of all things? slowly, she began to step forward, listening to the noises of the woods, trying to see where she was hearing that bell. it wasn’t until she heard it right next to her did she react, grunting and throwing her large axe at the person, only to be met with another blade blocking it.
another of her kind? slowly she paused, staring at him under the mask, her breath soft despite how fast she swung the giant thing.
❝ ...who? ❞
starter call.
Old pictures Added Arrange Logo
( howdy there. i’m back for a tad. )
lixnfeng·:
Russian, Russian, Russian…Min scrambled for whatever Russian she could remember from school, from what her father taught her…Times like this made her wish she didn’t ditch most of her classes to go to the arcade. She flinched when she reached out to touch her hair, but slowly Min pushed herself up to stand again–her tiny frame was absolutely dwarfed next to the Huntress.
❝ Н-нет. Клодетт хочет учиться …❞ Broken words escaped her hastily, hoping that her thick accent could at least be understood. Her small hands shook as she clung to the flowers, eyes darting away from the Killer for a moment, debating which way she could run if she needed to.
“ не гнев?”
the huntress in question perked up a tad, bending down to respond to the small child in her native tongue, easily more understandable and comfortable with doing so.
❝ теперь я не чувствую себя убивающим. ❞ a glance at the flowers, to study? to learn them? she paused and thought, before giving a grunt and pointing to her, then the ground. as if to say stay here. and quickly walked off. soon she came back with a few more flowers, and a basket for them, once she came back, she held her hand out for the other flowers, waiting patiently. it was hard to communicate with one who sort of knows your language, and you know only a bit of theirs.
❝ give. ❞
goreswine:
It’s QUIET in this corner of the world… Despite being comprised of concrete, these walls have seen many WOES and ( on occasion ) have been adorned by someone else’s DEMISE. This space knows of slaughter, this space knows of death… The corners have been filled with MANY corpses, but those bodies belong to nosy strangers that have died too many times. She has become used to their COMING and CORRODING, used to the way the light takes their ligaments and BLEACHES away all the blood-… She is used to the way this space stays so clean even when she imposes so much pain. It seems she would have to play that part again, THE KILLER THAT DRENCHES THE FLOOR IN DECAY. But this new presence doesn’t belong to that of a typical survivor. In fact… She swears this soul DOESN’T BELONG HERE. Crouching, her stance now stays in the shadows. Eyes are set upon a moving mortal that stands TALLER than any other she had witnessed. Through slits, she is able to dissect the details. This maiden wears a mask and withdraws a WEAPON! Ah-… She must be a creature of her own kind; a woman sent to illicit STRIFE. But she can’t be too careful… To the swine, she is still a STRANGER - and she doesn’t know what happens when someone from her side decides to do DAMAGE. With blade at bay, she approaches the other ( BUT SLOWLY ), not to scare her. The song being sung reminds her of sirens, but of course, they too have SUNKEN MANY SHIPS.
❛ You’re a LONG way from home… Huh? ❜
she paused as she felt the shift, and heard the noise, quickly turning axe raised, before pausing and staring over at the other killer there. the huntress gazed for a few seconds, eyes glancing at him up and down. she was.. like her? pig mask though instead of a rabbits, and not one carved of wood. long cloak dyed red, or naturally red? it didn’t really matter.
slow, she began to approach, one step at a time, seeming quite curious, before the axe was put away. fingers, scarred from use, reached out, before she pulled back frowning.
❝ ..not...boy? mmm.. girl? ❞
her thick accent wasn’t accustomed to talking, or even speaking the language that wasn’t native to hers. attempting to make herself understood while she spoke. she wasn’t from here, but it seemed like the other was right at home, that must mean... ❝ not... child? ❞
@mylullabii
It was a simple task, get some flowers from the Mothers Dwelling for Claudette while she went somewhere else to do the same. Min was always willing to help out a friend, but even now she thought she bit off more then she could chew. She swallowed thickly as she held the flowers in her hand, trying to sneak towards the open gates that lead to freedom…
But as she turned a corner, she found herself walking right into the Huntress’s back. Staggering back in surprise, Min fell on her ass, staring wide eyed up at the Killer before her. Between trials, she had heard, the woman tried not to hurt girls…But Min couldn’t help the fear that filled her at the very sight of the Killer.
“H-hey.” Shit.
in all honesty how someone found their way into her woods, and had gone unnoticed for so long was quite interesting to her. if at all, wouldn’t someone notice her humming? as she often did. it wasn’t a trial, so she was at home, relaxing, and quietly sharpening her axe on a stone, when she felt someone bump into her large frame of a back.
a slow glance over, the huntress stared at someone new, reaching out slowly, a hand gently brushed back the girls hair. she didn’t hurt girls, she didn’t like to. but the entity was never satisfied unless she killed them all, or they escaped. slow and steady was she as she stood to her full height, towering over the poor girl. she wasn’t really profound at the language most of them spoke, but tried her best, pointing to the herbal flowers. a voice soft, not unlike her humming spoke a very broken english, her Russian accent thick against her tongue.
❝ .sick?.❞ usually that’s what those flowers were for, was the girl sick? and trying to get better?
sclfcare:
Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned forward, breath catching in her throat…But as she watched the Huntress walk over and sit down, Claudette was quick to scurry after her. She sat the medkit down, unzipping it to open it. She dug out an Antibiotic cream, hesitating to squirt some out on her finger so she could rub it over her cut. She finally did it, the cream was cold and it’d sting like hell.
“M’sorry.” She murmured, knowing how much it’d sting. Her hands were steady, despite her fear. The woman was clearly used to patching people up. Claudette had no idea what to say, so she set to work of trying to sew up the gash, trying to be gentle as she could.
there was a soft intake of breath, the woman under the mask bit her lower lip, but was quiet as possible. eyes gazed underneath this mask, before frowning heavily. and relaxing her muscles. the sting had faded. and she was observing the girls precise hands. quietly she watched, before reaching over, a hand pausing before gently taking hers.
it was not an act of force, or to grab. it was smoothe.
❝ ... why? ❞
