#ahuntrss

[iklotter-blog]

<small> Guys report tumblr user @ahuntrss for validating me instead of crushing my skull like sparrows egg between thighs

[smugliar]

♤{dealing out for @ahuntrss

He had made a wrong turn. A despite attempt to get away from the intoxicating lullaby. Leather shoes had sprinted across wet grass. Heavy, threatening steps followed him up to the bellowing tower of the smoking room. Raw hides of animal touch, stain his attire as Ace pushed through the smoked room. 

Trying to jump out of the small window there had been a mistake. 

There is a wet whack as a hatchet had come into contact with his calf. A sickening snap rips through the air followed by a pained yell being forced of Ace’s throat. 

Collapsing down into the forest floor his head spins from the forceful impact. Hearing those distance foot falls stop off close by, he gives himself some leverage. Resting on one elbow, Ace is breathing hard through his teeth hissing at the pain screaming down on his leg. He knows the damage isn’t pretty. 

Sunglasses now fallen low enough, he catches the eye of the Huntress above him. His peppered hair is getting wet from the never ending rain fall, hat lost in tall grass far away. Ace forces a casual smile.

“So-- - s-shit-- - So you come here often ya? I was just-- - was just stoppin’ by.”

[zoneral]

@ahuntrss continued from here

Quentin had gotten lucky in managing to shove the Huntress before she was able to lunge at him, the brunet then making quick work of rushing past her to escape into the grass. Had he been hit, he would’ve been placed right up on that hook that he’d found himself uncomfortably close to. Still, it was too soon to be celebrating. These killers were pretty good at tracking down where survivors had been and it would be foolish of him to assume he was in the clear.

Sprinting until he could sprint no more, his breathing heavy and heart pounding in his chest, Quentin hid himself behind a tree to regain his breath. In the distance, he could hear the Huntress singing her lullaby. He wanted to know what it meant, what the words translated to in English, but it was rare that he ever got to be face-to-face with a killer without a weapon being swung at him. Just like him, they had a goal, and failing that goal would displease the Entity.

Regardless of their motives, Quentin couldn’t help but notice that some of them looked, well...sad. He hadn’t spoken about it to the others, since the first time he’d tried it’d been shut down really fast. David didn’t want to hear about any pity for the killers, but Quentin remained curious about their place within the realm. Did all of them want to kill, or were they forced to in the same way he and the others were forced to fight for survival? Once upon a time, maybe they were just like him. Just someone trying to get by in life, but being dealt a poor hand of cards. He had a lot of questions that he wanted answers to, but he had nobody to answer them for him. The only one he didn’t care to know about whatsoever was Freddy. He wished a thousand deaths upon him.

[onryc]

haVE SOME HEARTS TELL ME YOU LOOOOOOOOOOOVE ME

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗

(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum