#hevoyeurs

[provethyse1f]

“I’m going to find you did this to you, and I’m going to kill them.”

angsty injury things … sentence starters

Dwight's breath hitches. From the pain? From the words said with such vitriol? Who was to say-- he knew, but he surely wouldn't admit it. Either way he found himself propped against a tree, a way for the two to take cover from prying eyes all too entranced by fresh blood. A shaky breath exhaled once more as he put pressure against the wound. The fabric surrounding it quickly staining crimson the longer he sat there. With his other hand, trembling, he found purchase clinging helplessly to the man looming over him. Fingers curling into the fabric on Danny's chest, pleading with something he knew wasn’t having any of it.

"Danny--" His voice was quiet, wavering. Tears threatened to cascade down bruised cheeks as he hiccuped. "Please, I--"

Dwight winces, making him pause any attempt to sway the other man. Making him falter any chance he had of maybe just maybe trying to convince him he would be fine. He knew the outcome of it either way. He never really liked that part.

[finalslay]

@hevoyeurs sent : [ STRADDLE ] + felix

the  ghostface  knows  what  he's  doing.  he  knows  how  to  carefully  place  his  strikes,  knows  how  to  bring  a  man  to  the  ground  even  without  a  weapon.  felix  had  thought  he'd  been  so  clever,  managing  to  snatch  the  knife  away  from  the  killer  ;  he  was  wrong.  no,  even  though  the  knife  had  been  stolen,  even  though  the  architect  had  put  up  a  damn  good  fight,  he  had  still  brought  felix  down.  it's  almost  admirable,  admittedly.  now,  lying  on  his  back  on  the  cold  ground  of  the  woods  in  the  macmillan  estate,  he  looks  up  at  the  masked  pursuer.  the  other  man  has  perched  himself  across  felix's  waist,  gloved  hands  pinning  wrists  to  the  dirt.  still,  fingers  cling  to  the  handle  of  the  hunting  knife  as  if  it's  life  or  death  —  and  isn't  that  what  this  really  is?

the  ghostface  manages  to  get  it  away  from  him,  manages  to  pry  calloused  digits  off  of  the  handle,  and  felix  growls  as  the  knife  is  taken  away.      “  fuck  you,  ”    he  hisses,  blue  eyes  following  the  blade  the  entire  time.  he  knows  how  this  will  likely  end  :  a  throat  slit,  blood  spilling  onto  the  ground  and  feeding  the  entity  above  them.    “  go  ahead.  kill  me  and  get  it  over  with.  you  know  you  want  to.  ”    

[hedisappears-moved]

@hevoyeurs​ sent ; " interrupt me again, and it'll be your last breath. "

Ⓓ            threatening   dwight   wasn’t   new   —   in   fact   ,   there   were   few   times   that   the   killer   didn’t   threaten   dwight   at   this   point   .   while      most   people   would   throw   some   cocky   line   back   ,   dwight   swallows   a   little   while   brown   eyes   scanning   the   masked   man   for   a   moment   .   lips   thin   as   he   waits   briefly   before   his   mouth   gapes   open   a   bit   again   ,   ready   to   speak   up   .   but   nerves   were   always   present   with   the   other   around   —   just   like   they   were   for   every   killer   ,   really   …   but   specifically   ,   this   one   .   ghostface   was   always   one   to   toy   with   him   ;   words   ,   actions   ,   mannerisms   …   there   wasn’t   a   set   pattern   and   one   of   the   few   that   actually   spoke   to   the   prey   ..   ‘   —   sorry   .   ‘   his   voice   dropping   just   a   tiny   bit   at   that   and   gaze   falling   just   slightly   .

[dbsteve]

cont from .

STEVE’S BROKEN HIS LEG EXACTLY ONCE.

little    league,    a    wrong    foot    placed    down    and    it    through    him    off    balance.    he    was    safe    and    he    hit    base    so,    everyone    got    to    sign    his    cast.    times    were    good.    he’s    broken    more    bones    since    then.    not    over    sports.    god.    

nervousness    creeps    from    the    pit    of    his    stomach,    making    him    uneasy.    he    tends    to    talk    when    nervous    and    he    isn’t    particularly    well    versed    in    this    game    he’s    meant    to    play.    he    just    wants    to    help    people    get    out.    even    if    that    means    he    gets    left    behind.    it’s    fine.     EXCEPT MAYBE RIGHT NOW IT’S NOT.        and    he    recognizes    taunting,    a    language    familiar    to    him    in    a    less    sadistic    seting,    cruel    nonetheless.     HE HOPES HE'S BLUFFING.    he    hopes    he’s    being    the    distration    he;s    meant    to    be.    his    hand    tightens    around    the    metal    bar.    knukles    white    and    he    takes    a    breath.        

then    jump.

AND IT’S SO EASY,    in    theory.    HE’S BROKEN HIS LEG EXACTLY ONCE.    and    breaking    it    again    doesn’t    seem    too    bad.    it’s    his    speciality,    a    surge    of    confidence    and    he    gets    reminded    momentarily.    hates    how    his    name    rolls    out    of    this    guy’s    mouth.    HATES IT.    so    it    just    comes    naturally.    HE JUMPS.    over    the    bar    and    then    he    just    drops.    DROPS AND SOMETHING CRACKS.    winces    and    whines,    head    looking    up    to    have    the    mask    looking    back,    desperately    tries    to    stand    up.    

MAKE THAT TWICE.  

@hevoyeurs​

[hedisappears-moved]

@hevoyeurs​ sent ; “You’re dripping blood on the carpet.”

Ⓓ            he’s   trapped   in   the   room   ,   the   masked   killer   standing   in   the   door   way   and   no   windows   to   vault   out   .   dark   eyes   staring   at   him   ,   the   churn   of   his   stomach   making   him   want   to   toss   everything   up   in   this   current   moment   .   he’d   been   working   on   a   generator   and   honestly   he   knew   he   should’ve   been   more   careful   .   stick   with   the   outside   generators   ,   not   back   himself   in   a   corner   like   this   .   his   side   is   held   ,   a   slight   visible   tremble   at   the   situation   .   dwight   tried   to   make   it   disappear   as   the   stand   off   that   felt   like   it   was   taking   an   eternity   .   but   it’s   the   comment   that   makes   thick   brows   crease   a   little   .   the   taunting   —   as   if   ghostface   wasn’t   the   one   who   had   slashed   him   just   moments   ago   in   a   chase   and   he’s   failed   to   be   healed   yet   .   sweat   collecting   on   his   shirt   from   the   amount   of   running   ,   he   suddenly   feels   like   it   is   all   too   tight   .   eyes   close   a   bit   before   sighing   out   .   why   hadn’t   he   just   yanked   him   off   the   generator   instead   ?   ‘   just   do   it   already   ——   ‘

[malumxsubest]

okay, danny will bite 👀

First Five Asks Get A Kiss | Not Accepting ( ʷᵃʸ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ᴸᵁᴸ BUT if guys want a smoochie, that's fine too. )

a kiss?

the entity hovers above the realm's dry and cracked ground, its body undulating as one would within a body of water. Sinuous with its movement as it swayed before danny ― ghostface. wispy limbs curl over its chest, head slightly downturned considering it was a foot taller than the killer in front it with its hovering. why would it lower itself to osculate another being? it was unbecoming. and if he oh so desired, he would have drive his blade into its body if it was made up of flesh.

is this a peculiar trick? something that both sides conjured up out of sheer boredom? perhaps it should create a realm where they can... boost morale and hope. but that is for another day.

it lowers itself closer to ghostface until its faceless head is mere centimeters apart. it was though its eyeless gaze is piercing; going straight through him until he is nothing but pulsating veins within his very body. " I don't believe your idiotic request, ghostface. but perhaps i can humour you for this time only. don't make this a habit. "

and with that, the entity curls one shadowy, wispy arm around his shoulders while the other went towards his mask, tugging it up just enough to reveal his mouth, and presses its face against his in a mock kiss. but as soon as its face meets his, flesh materialize upon contact. lips meets cool lips in a biting kiss. the flesh continues to form in a cascading manner as if a master of the finest drapery was working diligently. soon the entity has taken a feminine form, her petite body still hovering above the ground while she presses her lips against ghostface's in a macabre manner.

the kiss was all fangs, teeth gnashing together when she angles her head to one side to deepen it. she has half the mind to intertwine her tongue with his but she decides against her. her rouge coloured hair flows and sways around them during the lip-lock. however, the activity immediately bores her. she pries her lips from him with a hissing snarl and shoves his mask back over his lower jaw.

" you have a trial now. don't disappoint me. "

suddenly, the fog creeps around them, consuming them as the next trial commences...

@hevoyeurs

[malumxsubest]

@hevoyeurs  asked: “  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

the swirling mass of emptiness and darkness contorted as it undulated above the ground, creating the illusion of squinting despite having an ethereal incorporeal form. it took the shape of a feminine figure, as it often does when encountering the players of her beloved trials. with wispy arms folded over her chest with her head cocked to one side as she observed the killer, ghostface – danny, before her. if she were in her human form, her eyebrows would have been furrowed, and her lips would have set into either a frown or a dissatisfied snarl.

she was gravely upset with him. the trial had been a tremendous failure; all four of the survivors had managed to escape with their last remaining chance of survival. she hadn’t uttered a word to him, not even a breath, as the realm shifted to another environment – an eerie forest worn down by decay and fog began to seep around them in rolling waves. 

the entity merely swirled her shadowy form around, her back facing him as if contemplating leaving him behind. yet, she remained suspended in her levitated state. “ i am disappointed, “ she spoke, her voice carrying an ominous tone. it consumed the air around them in an disembodied manner. suddenly she appeared behind him, her head hovering over his right shoulder; her cold presence diminishing any warmth from him. “ what am i going to do to you? “

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS ↳ WORDS: | ACCEPTING!

[malumxsubest]

@hevoyeurs asked : "Don't get me wrong, it's a nice suit. It's just not really my style."

" what a shame. i thought you would look absolutely divine in it. although, i can always make you wear it, danny. " the entity hissed through a mirthless, mouthless grin. her incorporeal form floated above the ground before him, almost thrumming in macabre delight as wisps of void smog enveloped the fabricated earth. a swirling mass of emptiness and darkness manifested together into a shadow of a feminine figure,her head tilting to one side. " what if i throw in the possibility of owning your own sub-realm, hm? of roseville... would that please you? " she asked in a saccharine tone. but therein lies a sinister lilt beneath the sweet surface, ready to breach through the tension and devour him whole. the humanoid head bowed close to him until they were mere inches apart; their faces locked in an unsettling face-to-face encounter. " besides, i thought it would be lovely for all to enjoy themselves this time of year. "