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i need to make a modern!evan verseeee

#▽ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀᴘs. ( ooc. )

adrenalinehearted:

GET FUCKED YOU NASTY OLD MAN

cue this as she sprints off

just sort of standing there like WTF.

gently crosses his large fuckin’ fingers in hopes she runs straight into one of his traps.

#( crack tbt. )#IM FUCKIN #laughing so hard #meg u gonna get rekt

adrenalinehearted:

tfw you wanna tell him exactly what u think of his bear-trappin-squeaky-rubber-boot-wearing-bald-headed-ass but u know u gon get stabbed the minute you tell him you wanna palette stun him into the abyss

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

#( crack tbt. )#do it meg pls #it'll give him more of a reason to pick your ass up and throw you into a bed of beartraps #mmmmmm

Hoq well do you get on with Wraith? (I ship em, ngl)

The killer let his head tilt to the side as heavy breaths were emitted from behind the mask made of bone and clay. Trapper was curious as to why this anonymous, gray-faced figure was so INTERESTED in the disappearing bean-pole that he found to be unbearable. The way he clanked and knocked on his irksome bell throughout the night nettled the trap-setter, causing him to retreat to his own domain where he would then settle himself in the basement of the Iron Works. Those two didn’t get along in the slightest.. mostly due to Trapper’s miserable, resentful attitude – but it wasn’t strictly for the Wraith. This went for the rest of his compeers, as well. The beast shrugged.

❝ —— What does it matter to YOU? ❞

#[ omg !! ]#[ i try not to make my trapper not talk to much so i did my best to answer your question within the description ! ]#Anonymous #▽ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴇᴘ. ( ic. )

wearyvoices

Joaquin Phoenix photographed by Craig McDean for AnOther Man Magazine | 2005

#▽ v;; ( ʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪsᴇʀʏ. )#( fc tbt )#[ LOOK AT H I M ]#( queue tbt )

movieprincess1998

“And what’s with the black? It’s depressing.”

#( fc tbt )#▽ v;; ( ʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪsᴇʀʏ. )#[ fuck look at my son joaquin ]#[ i just.. love him so much ]#( queue tbt )

@grahamcrxcker

Trapper took a deep breath in, slowly releasing as he marched around his old estate that was left in RUINS within the Entity’s grasp. This place.. wasn’t much of a home anymore. It was a PLAYGROUND of the sorts, almost a sort of arena where the spidery-like God in the sky watched from every angle imaginable as the cleaver-wielding beast ( as well as many others ) sacrificed pathetic lives on a day to day bases so the THING could feed on the false hope the survivors somehow managed to bare. It was an endless, THANKLESS job. Sure, in away the killers required abilities and the sort to make the task easier; however, these PERKS never managed to makeup for the punishment given if the job wasn’t handled correctly. It doesn’t even come close to making up for capturing ( The ) Evan Macmillan, STEALING his life away even though he was in a bit of a predicament...

-------- It saved Evan. But the beast would never admit it out-loud.

Luckily, this round didn’t turn out to be quite that difficult, aside from the generators that seemed to be popping out of completion after every other kill. There was just ONE survivor left now.. The one that seemed to be tinkering and finishing off the machinery quicker than the rest ever could. This one is NEW. And he’s close according to the heightening volume of the Entity’s unearthly whispers within the brute’s ear. Trapper twisted his head in every possible direction, squinting through the thick smoke at his feet as he readied his weapon for the final SLICE.

#▽ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴇᴘ. ( ic. )#▽ v;; ( ᴜɴɴᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ. )#grahamcrxcker #[ hope this was ok! ]#( queue tbt. )

deadphilosophy

#▽ v;; ( ʀᴜɴ﹐ ʙᴏʏ﹐ ʀᴜɴ. )#▽ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ. ( aesthetic. )#▽ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs. ( musings. )#( queue tbt )

leonseff

#▽ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ. ( aesthetic. )#( queue tbt )

musiisms

you’ve wormed your way into my heart, and i want you ＯＵＴ.

#▽ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ. ( meg x trapper. )#:^)#▽ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs. ( musings. )

botanyknowledge:

@serratedjaws ♥’d for a starter

‘Would you mind not doing that, thanks buddy.’ Claudette has no patience whatsoever for the traps that the trapper scatters around the map let alone the ones that he occasionally chose to set under her hooked friends. while he’s not doing that currently she still feels the need to catch his attention so he stops setting the traps on the stairs of the ironworks building. It’s annoying to work with when she wants to go plunder the chest on the upper floor or when she wants to evade being seen, its hard enough to do so with her brightly colored smock and the flecks embedded on her face and pants, having to deal with a trap while trying to stay unseen was a bother.

‘Or could you at least trap the window, I have a chest to loot upstairs.’

Interrupted, the masked brute turned to face the dark one with a harsh glare through the holes of his mask as he straightened his posture, bringing the trap up with him. Amusing. Does the girl REALLY think he’d listen to her? Claudette’s a SURVIVOR.. she’s in no position to try to suggest what the beast should do. That is the Entity’s vocation. Not hers. Besides.. she’s a WOMAN. Trapper, even in his pre-realm days, isn’t one to even CONSIDER taking orders or suggestions from a person of the female gender. In his time a woman was considered less than those who were men -- nothing PERSONAL. It was just the way he was raised. It was the way his father wished him to act. However, in this present moment, her gender wasn’t the issue. It isn’t important. The only thing that is important is to drag that cleaver against her dark flesh and sacrifice her to the BITCH in the sky.

In reply to her “ suggestion “ she received a harsh huff of heated air before Trapper’s long, bulky legs began to stride towards her location. A tight grip on his own cleaver as it moved with his hips. Ohh, she’s asking for it. He’ll place these things wherever he pleases -- but he wouldn’t mind getting this PEST out of the way first.

#▽ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴇᴘ. ( ic. )#▽ v;; ( ᴜɴɴᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ. )#[ thank you ! ]#( queued. )