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Go! Digitan! Spread the umagenda!
Trying to get a job while trans
the thing about growing up with siblings in an abusive household is that ultimately you're each other's jail wardens and whipping boys and that does things to you no matter how much you sincerely love each other and understand why it happened the way it did and wish you could have been big and strong enough to save both of you
it's just inevitably going to be difficult to reconcile the love you feel for the other half of a bear trap clamped around both your legs. is the thing.
I’m literally in my beast form going to bed
basically the best thing any character can do is decide they don't want to be afraid anymore - in fact they never want to be afraid of anything ever again - and take action so drastic they fail to realise that this too is a decision motivated by fear. or to account for the Consequences of that.
[with obvious perverted intent] hey. don't you want to release the safety catches on that character. don't you want to flip off all the switches holding them back and let the control rods go.
Hiii :3
If you're still doing doodle requests, could I please request Meg perched on/riding on Anna's shoulders so she can make a slam dunk?
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Hiii helloo :D I like to imagine that the entity gives killers and survs the chance to partake in this kind of games so they have a chance to blow off some steam outside of trials :D
Wondering who would be best to be a ref in these games,,,
My big ladyy
There exists a spectrum of tall evil lesbian coded horror media women with Lady Dimitrescu on one end and The Huntress deadbydaylight on the other.
bayu-bayushki-bayu….
Thrill of the Hunt
Huntress x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Huntress being Huntress, sexual content, dubcon, probably terrible Russian because I ran it through google translate.
Summary: Reader catches the Huntress's eye and the Huntress catches her prey
Word Count: 1.9K
Your heart pounded against your ears and your soles pounded against the forest floor as you matched your pace to an imaginary metronome. A sharp grunt filled the air and you feinted left in anticipation, banking to the right as sharply as you could half a second later. The hatchet narrowly missed your left arm and sunk into a nearby tree instead. With a frustrated huff your pursuer’s footsteps increased in tempo and you tore into the ground even faster, not sparing a look back in her direction. Your eyes darted around, weighing the odds of each possible escape route before choosing the one that offered the most cover.
Sore muscles screamed over the humming as you forced them to propel you over logs and stumps. Your palms burned, the top layers of skin raw from swinging across branches as if you were in a jungle gym. But the humming never seemed to quiet no matter how far you pushed yourself. When you caught sight of a small stream your brow furrowed. It didn’t look deep but your father had once told you that running water higher than your ankles could knock you down if it was moving quickly enough. In the seconds you stared at the stream the toe of your right boot jammed into a protruding root. Falling face first into the loam, you let out an unceremonious grunt as all the wind was knocked from you. As soon as you were able to suck in another breath you pulled your foot from the root and spared a quick glance towards the source of the humming. Your stomach dropped as your attacker swung her ax down at you. Rolling over, you grabbed onto the root you had tripped over and pulled yourself back up causing the ax to bury itself deep into the embedded part of the root. The Huntress let out an annoyed huff. Before she could pull her ax from the log you dropped your weight and slammed into her, hitting her hard enough to momentarily throw her off balance. Seizing the split second you had you placed one hand on the distal end of the ax’s handle bringing your foot down onto it closer to the head. A sense of satisfaction erupted as it wedged further in, with any luck too far to be pulled out.
You were wrong, as it turned out. The woman pulled the ax from the wood with relative ease and immediately swung it in your direction. Now it was your turn to be off balance and you fell back onto the forest floor, grunting as a rock dug into your shoulder blade. She didn’t waste a second of her advantage either and you brought your right foot up to meet the handle of her ax once more, your hands following suit. Your left foot reached out to lock behind her knee. Simultaneously you pulled your left foot as close to your body as possible while kicking the right as far away. The blunt end of the ax reared back to hit your attacker in her mask as her weight fell onto the forest floor. The air was knocked out of your lungs as she collapsed on you. Panicking, you patted her down as quickly as possible, hoping you could find a driver’s license or some form of identification to throw into the brush. At the very least it might be the thing that would help law enforcement catch her. Finding nothing you tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out from underneath the woman on top of you. When she moved to reach for her axe you took the opportunity to lock your thighs around her head before pulling her down and to the left. The two of you locked eyes momentarily and the pupils of hers were blown, no doubt with bloodlust. You grunted as your fingers found purchase at the veil of her mask as you tried to pull out any hair underneath it. In response the woman pulled back and raised to her knees, wrapping her arms around your thighs and slamming you into the ground. A cry rang out from you as the rock hit your shoulder in the same spot and you shifted one leg to halfheartedly kick her in the face. The exposed part of her face grimaced but she ate the hit while you stared up at her with panic in your eyes. Out of desperation you pulled your foot back again and kicked her square in the tits. This time the woman cried out and fell back, a series of angry sounds spilling from her lips. You couldn’t really blame her but it wasn’t like you were going to apologize considering the circumstances.
Rising to your feet, you sprinted for the nearest locker and opened it, pulling out two hatchets and lobbing one at her. It missed by a long shot and the woman let out a dry laugh as she rushed you before you could toss the other. The air was once more knocked from you as she tried to pry the other hatchet out of your hand. You held onto it as desperately as you could but she had started to peel your fingers off one by one. When she wrested the hatchet from you, time seemed to move slower. So this was what it had finally come to. For weeks you had found yourself in this place, running from this woman you had never even wronged. At least you thought so, surely you would have remembered pissing off a 2 meter tall buff woman. The blade of the hatchet came to rest lightly on your throat but she left it there for what felt like hours. A low, breathy chuckle left her throat, twinged with equal parts menace and an odd sort of affection “Я никогда не забуду тех, кто заставил меня работать ради этого” (I never forget the ones who make me work for it). She began to push the blade closer as your eyes widened. “Ho…” (But) Her tone flattened “Конец всегда один и тот же” (The end is always the same). In a last ditch fawn response you pressed your lips to hers, your hands coming to rest on her arms. Huntress let out a small noise and you relished the fact that you had caught her off guard at least one more time. Her lips remained still but she didn’t push the blade into your skin any harder. You pulled back, your eyes wide as your breath came out in short, hyperventilated pants. Huntress stared back at you with blown pupils, her breath heavy as it came through her parted lips. Huntress’s gaze shifted downwards back towards your lips and she nearly pounced onto you. Her lips pressed onto yours harshly, hungrily. They were chapped and she was obviously inexperienced but the combined need for safety and her desire had you pressing back against them eagerly. The blade of the hatchet remained at your throat but her other arm moved to cage you in as her body pressed yours into the ground. As your legs spread your hands dropped to her hips, pulling her closer to you. You let out a soft moan as her thigh came to rub against your clothed center and you opened your eyes, gauging her reaction. She gave you a curious look before pressing her thigh closer to you, when your hips bucked in response she nipped at your lip and pulled away. A small protest left your lips and you came to sit back, watching her warily. Huntress’s face was unreadable as she came to her knees and then hoisted you over her shoulder.
You thrashed as hard as you possibly could, screaming and pounding your fists against her back unsuccessfully. She ignored each one of your blows, walked back to where she had dropped her ax, and bent to pick it up. Her forearm clamped down on you even harder in the process. Furious tears filled your eyes but something in you refused to let them spill. Fuck her, you thought. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a weepy, compliant victim. If you were going to your death you refused to face it with anything other than defiance. You continued fighting as hard as possible but her arm clung around you like a bar of iron. Confusion overtook you when she passed clearly by a hook, figuring that it was in the pursuit of a scourge hook you continued to fight as hard as your tired muscles would allow. You paused your useless thrashing momentarily and swung your weight to try and get a view of where she was taking you. When the cabin grew ever larger in your field of vision more confusion overtook you. When the two of you reached the cabin she set you down carefully before walking into another room. Your eyes scanned the room warily, looking for anything that could be used as a potential weapon in case this wasn’t what you had begun to hope it was. She returned quickly, her soft humming accompanied by the creak of old floorboards. A length of rope was in her hands and you turned to run, with you racing for the door and her racing for you. Unfortunately for you she was quicker and grabbed you in a bear hug. You tried to stomp on her foot but she lifted you into the air effortlessly. Taking advantage of her balance being off you slammed the back of your head into her face, hoping the mask wouldn’t take the brunt of the hit. In the split second that she staggered you leaned forward again and dropped your weight, widening your stance. You tried desperately to lock your leg behind hers but she had learned from the first time and instead dropped you onto the ground. You fell face-first, your eyes watering at the impact. Huntress dropped to her knees and promptly clamped them around your arms. With you helpless beneath her she unraveled the rope and wrapped a length around your neck. Dread filled you as you waited for her to strangle you. Instead, she simply tied a knot before letting her thumb rest on the shoulder that had been slammed into the rock and rubbing gentle circles over it. Huntress then got up, gently pulling on the rope. Equal amounts of rage, humiliation, and arousal filled you at the action. You glared at her as you stubbornly remained in place but her patience had apparently come to an end. She stopped humming momentarily to let out an annoyed huff and grabbed you by the arm. Her grip wasn’t hard enough to hurt but firm enough to drag you to the other side of the room closer to the fire. When there she pointed to what looked like a lump of furs and said something. Trying to remember any Russian you stare at her blankly and respond with “что?” (What). You asked shakily, hoping that you remembered the proper pronunciation and didn’t just insult her. She repeated the same word and you hesitantly walked over to it and knelt to try and pick it up. Huntress tsked and said something else you didn’t understand, waving her hand in a downward motion. Finally catching the message you sat back onto the pile of furs and smiled awkwardly, fidgeting in place. Huntress set down her ax by the fireplace and walked slowly over to you. With measured movements she knelt and crawled over your body before hooking a finger under the rope at your neck and pulling you into another heated kiss.
Your time together was just beginning.
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I was rewatching Yellowjackets s3 recently and the Melissa/Shauna kiss got me thinkingggg
they can’t put Vanny in dead by daylight cause she would desire Huntress CARNALLY
Sleep my darling tiny one
Tucked within your bed so tight
Else the old grey wolf will come
And grab you by your side
He'll snatch you up between his teeth
If on the bed's edge you sleep
And drag you to the forest deep beneath the quaking tree
So close your eyes and fall asleep
Count the little wooly sheep
Tucked so tightly you must keep
Or he will come for you
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Babe wake up, new all time great image just dropped
i'm starting a collection
norp i dont like dat
i’m not into star wars but the person that plays rey has the same name as two characters that will never be in smash bros
i’m gonna go back in time and kick my own ass
the cats be like
when you eat a Normal Sandwich (bread meat greens cheese relish) and your body goes ooohhh fuck! oh fuck! what have you done! heartbeat GO! sweating GO! temperature GO! like sorry man I'm just trying to keep you WORKING!!!!!!!! ASS HOLE!
it’s normal for sandwich to make you feel like you’re dying. this is a normal sandwich experience