#chainsawcutie

[hevoyeurs]

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𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦

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One of the first photos he ever took of her. She's fixing her hair in one of the broken mirrors in the saloon, and part of the shot is blocked by the wood of the wall, but there's enough visible to get a good look at her. He doesn't know shit about her yet. He's repelled by her. He's fascinated by her. She's got that all-American look to her that has always drawn him in. Cheerleader, bubblegum blonde, pink and perky but with a roughness to her that Danny wants to get to know. He wants to run his thumb over her personality and figure out why the Entity chose her. For a girl pulled into a death realm, she seems downright cheerful about it. She stands up tall, arms up to tie her hair and leave her ribs exposed. He wants to cut her open, but he can't. Not yet.

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He doesn't know what she's doing here; never figured it out. She's with Mikaela, sitting around a fucking chalk circle of all things. Mikaela's pointing at something, but she's not really the point of the photo. Juliet has shadows under her eyes here, like she hasn't been sleeping. It's the first flaw he's managed to spot in the time since she appeared in the realm. It makes him want to see more. Why hasn't she been sleeping? Why are her twin tails slightly askew today? Is it nightmares? Is she worried? He vowed to follow her until she went to sleep, vowed to see for himself what she got up to. As for the magic — he gets it. They're in a fucking demon realm, magic is real, but the witchy shit? He still thinks it's nonsense. Absolute shit. But it would explain the talking head.

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Danny knows now that there's a fire that's in her that's rare, even in the battle-hardened survivors. In this photo, her feet are off the ground, face red as Michael held her neck, trying to get the right angle to stick his knife right through her in that way that he does. Danny doesn't understand why he's so meticulous about it, but that's not really the point right now. The point is, he thought she was dead here. Blood drips all down her arms and covers half of her head, soaking her perfect cheerleader hair. She should have died here. No one gets out from Michael's grip like that. No one. But that's the beauty of the photo. It looks like she's dead, but Danny knows that just seconds after this photo was taken, she broke out. If he hadn't seen it for himself, he wouldn't have believed it, but now he knows: she is so much more than she gets credit for.

[rebelliousfamily]

“Every plan is a good plan if we execute it properly.” / for Sable!

@chainsawcutiie

"That would suggest that things are going to go perfectly." Sable pointed out and let out a little laugh. She didn't think that it would really turn out all that well. Plans never seemed to go well when she was involved.

[rebelliousfamily]

“Thanks for coming for me.” / for Nancy!

@chainsawcutiie

"I'm a firm believer in nobody should ever get left behind." Nancy spoke softly. She never did want anybody to get left. She already hated that there were people out there that would try to get people to stay where they were.

"Are you okay?"

[hevoyeurs]

@chainsawcutiie​ | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝

Danny doesn’t know what’s up with this girl and why she has a guy’s head hanging off her hip (and does he talk sometimes, or is it just him?), but in the end it doesn't matter — the only thing that matters is that the Entity wants blood, and it's his job to deliver it to her. She doesn't struggle, and Danny thinks for a moment that she's going to be like those survivors, like Dwight who half the time is too startled by Danny's sudden appearance to struggle, who's so afraid of pain that he just lets it happen to him (but there's something delicious about that too, about the way he can twist Dwight's fear into obedience, but —

Her nails clawing at the leather on his arm is his only warning. Danny doesn't even have the time to grunt in surprise before he's flipped. His feet leave the creaky wooden floors a moment before his back meets it, slamming down hard enough to wind him and shock his limbs into releasing her.

"Ngh—" The grunt is muffled by the mask he wears, but along with the pain comes a familiar thrill. It's nice when they lie down and die — it makes his job easier. But the ones who fight?

The frisson of excitement across his skin makes him grip the knife tighter, swing it in wide, erratic arcs as he tries to get up, tries to get his limbs to work. What a treat in this shithole — a bit of a challenge, a bit of a fight. It's hard to find when death is so temporary.

He's on his hands and knees barely a moment after she flipped him, but everything has changed. He's interested now. He's obsessed. Those hollow eyes fix on her, and low laughter escapes the yawning mouth of his mask. The ache of his back is forgotten and his knife glints in the low light. Then — Danny lunges.

[squidlost]

@chainsawcutiie​ hit that   ♡   for a lil starter ! !  

“is this your first time in santa carla, princess?” the voice was laced with a dangerous tone hidden by a sweet voice. marko hummed as he looked over at the stranger, arms crossed across his vibrant jacket. “the amusement park is to die for. but also the live entertainment on the board walk.”