#traptested

[spiralshiftbye]

✄ﾟ*・ﾟ @traptested​ asked: “somehow i guess i just knew.”

   monsters seek out other monsters. wolves taste the air for their prey and in doing so, recognize other wolves. but it isn’t enough to just be wolves for them to survive. but wolves in sheeps’ clothing? without carefully-constructed masks, will knows they both never would have made it this long. in sheeps’ clothing, even they took a bit to recognize each other. and william can’t help but be impressed mark has gone so long without being detected. bravo.

   amanda young and john kramer--they were public knowledge, articles and information for an even younger will schenk to pour through. but mark is an enigma. a relic from before will's time. will had left sign after sign that he wasn't his enemy, that he had no intentions of getting rid of him. still, it's the first time he dares meet him.

   whatever they both get from this, it could either be the start of a promising partnership or will's attempt at killing a zombified past. he's all-too-aware of the horse tranquilizer on him should he need it. it's enough to make him feel safe. like he’s squeezing choking hands on the situation.

   "you knew, huh. i can understand waiting. wanting to be sure. i wanted to be sure myself about you, mark. and--well, you have to understand--" he's vaguely gesturing, lifting a rare cigarette to his lips, tone slightly jovial. this is exciting!

   "your entire existence is just as much news to me as mine is to you. i think a little bit of skepticism is healthy between us."

[miseryrot-blog]

@traptested  ♥

       he’s  getting  that  feeling  again.  that  stomach  twisting  feeling  he  gets  when  someone  is  so  entwined  with  death  ---  not  that  it  necessarily  means  it’s  a  bad  thing,  but  he’ll  be  wary  anyhow.  though,  it  usually  means  one  of  two  things,  either  he’s  about  to  die  of  a  violent  death  or  he’s  going  to  be  the  cause  of  one.  either  way,  he’ll  decide  to  see  where  he  can  go  with  it.  

        ❛  wild  shit,  right?  ❜  a  sip  from  his  coffee  cup  as  he  gestures  towards  the  news  playing  on  the  cafe’s  television.  the  jigsaw  killer  isn’t  his  case  (  he  wishes  ),  but  he  keeps  up  with  whatever  the  news  has  to  say  about  it.  he’s  just  trying  to  make  conversation  now.  ❛  you  into  coffee?  i  doubt  i’ll  be  able  to  down  two  cups  even  when  i  bought  two.  ❜  that’s  a  lie,  he  absolutely  can,  but  he’s  a  liar  ---  what  can  he  say?  

[fangfucked-a]

@traptested  ♥  for  a  monster  starter

     usually  he  wouldn’t  hesitate  so  much.  if  someone catches  him  in  the  act,  he’s  quick  to  decide  on  another  kill  or  a  memory  wipe.  except  he’s  growing  increasingly  fond  of  david,  killing  him  isn’t  an  option  and  he’d  prefer  not  to  mess  around  with  his  mind.  if  he  has  to,  he  will,  but  he  wants  to  try  other  strategies.  guilt  over  that  isn’t  something  he’s  looking  forward  to.  

       there’s  no  real  good  way  of  explaining  a  dead  body  or  why  he’s  covered  in  blood.  it’s  either  explaining  that  he’s  a  vampire  or  that  he’s  a  hitman,  both  less  than  desirable  confessions.  ❝  hey,  this  isn’t,  ❞  he  pauses,  grabbing  his  wrist  to  ensure  that  he  doesn’t  run  off  shouting  murder  (  he  doesn’t  seem  like  he’s  going  to,  but  never  be  too  sure,  right?  ).  ❝  you  gotta  let  me  try  to  explain  this.  i  mean,  would  you  believe  me  if  i  said  he  was  dead  when  i  found  him?  ❞  he  doubts  it.  

[cultkiid]

@traptested ; starter call.

     “I’m not going back ! ” Her voices trembles. Her knees quake. It had only been a few days since she had fled the Arcadia Institute. She begins to pace in the shadows, gripping her pocket knife with quivering digits. “I-I was mistreated. I clearly am not getting better    why should I go back? Huh? Gimme one good reason ! ”

[fangfucked-a]

@traptested  cont.  

         it  stings,  but  he  won’t  admit  it.  he’s  just  worried  about  the  other,  that’s  all.  ❝  right,  my  bad.  ❞  it’s  not  genuine  though  and  he  doesn’t  do  much  of  a  job  even  trying  to  hide  that  fact.  just  because  he  may  not  be  the  one  killing  them  directly,  it  doesn’t  make  it  any  less  than  a  kill.  he’s  the  reason  people  are  dying  ---  not  that  he  cares  about  that,  but  he’s  not  about  to  pretend  that  it’s  something  other  than  murder.  

        he  follows  the  other  further  into  the  apartment,  a  frown  evident  over  his  face.  ❝  i’m  just  trying  to  help,  asshole.  ❞  it’s  not  every  day  that  he  gets  this  attached  to  someone.  for  david  to  be  involved  with  something  so  dark  and  dangerous,  it  just  makes  the  anxiety  rise.  even  if  it’s  been  going  fine  so  far,  he  can’t  help  but  think  his  luck  is  going  to  run  out  sooner  or  later.  it’s  not  something  he  wants  to  witness  or  hear  about.  

        ❝  i’m  not  trying  to  involve  myself  with  your  work,  i  don’t  give  a  shit  about  your  work,  i’m  trying  to  involve  myself  with  you.  ❞  the  confession  sends  a  wave  of  anxiety  rushing  through  him.  he’s  not  hiding  it  now,  how  much  he  cares  for  the  smaller  male.  he  just  wants  the  best  for  him.  

      ❝  i  get  you  want  them  to  live,  to  pass  the  test  and  move  onto  a  better  life  or  whatever.  ❞  he  still  doesn’t  get  how  that’s  supposed  to  work,  after  all,  his  own  brush  with  death  only  made  his  life  worse  ---  but  that’s  not  the  point.  ❝  but  everyone  else  isn’t  gonna  see  that  you’re  trying  to  do  something  good.  the  cops  are  determined  to  catch  you  and  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  some  victim  fights  back  and  you  get  your  scrawny  ass  kicked.  ❞  a  pause,  ❝  i  just  wanna  make  sure  you’re  gonna  be  okay.   i  don’t  give  a  shit  about  anything  else.  ❞

[fangfucked-a]

@traptested  cont.

      when  it  comes  to  showing  people  himself,  his  real  self,  it’s  a  scary  task.  he  trusts  david  enough,  he  knows  he  won’t  use  anything  against  him  or  put  him  in  danger  by  simply  knowing.  ❛  okay,  so,  um.  ❜  he  chews  on  his  lip,  ❛  i  trust  you  a  lot  and  i  don’t  ever  really  get  into  this  with  people,  but  i  want  you  to  like,  know  who  i  am.  like  ----  actually,  not  some  bullshit  facade  sorta  thing?  so,  uh,  just  ----  just  hear  me  out  because  i  want  you  to  know  this.  ❜  he  takes  a  deep  breath,  preparing  himself.  ❛  okay,  so  context,  i  got  kidnapped  at  eighteen,  wasn’t  a  great  one  but  no  need  to  get  into  the  gorey  details,  but  it  ended  with  me  gettin’  killed  at  twenty  three  and  having  to  run,  change  my  identity,  yada  yada,  all  that  shit.  ❜  

      he  nods,  hands  nervously  rubbing  together.  anxiety  rises  more  and  more  as  he  gathers  the  courage  to  actually  speak.  ❛  i  didn’t  lie  about  everything  and  what  i  did,  it  wasn’t  to  be  a  dick,  it  was  for  safety,  ya  know?  um,  so  the  truth  is,  my  name’s  angel  michael  graham,  i  came  from  a  good  family,  i  have  a  twin  brother,  i  was  born  in  south  carolina,  i  graduated  top  of  my  class,  was  gonna  be  a  doctor,  uh,  ❜  he  trails  off  for  a  moment,  ❛  i  don’t  really  know  what  else  to  add?  i  don’t  ---  do  this  much  and  i  didn’t  think  too  much  before  doing  this,  so  uh,  yeah.  if  you  got  questions  or  anything,  i’m  definitely  cool  with  answering  them  or  ---  you  know,  whatever.  ❜

[hiveruled-moved]

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@traptested​

One thing he should really have considered with this mask is how horrible the field of vision is. When the other man walks in, the cult leader’s back is turned, gloved fingers wiping the last finishing touches of the bloody smiley face symbol on the window, completely alone since the members of the cult he brought with him had left to the vehicle minutes before. His shoulders visibly tense when Mark points out the obvious and he slowly turns to face him. 

“ Yeah, well    “ Kai pauses his poor attempt of a casual explanation to look around at the mess made in the kitchen. White floors and cream colored walls along with various appliances are smeared and spattered with blood. “ That sort of happens when you sever someone’s jugular. “ He speaks, the sound of his voice ever so slightly muffled from inside the bulky clown mask. The current murder weapon to kill his latest victim is still clutched in his other hand and he has every intention of using it on Mark too if he makes any sudden movements. For now, Kai is curious of where this will go, especially when the man standing in front of him didn’t have much of a reaction to the gory scene. “ Asshole move to not knock before you walk into someone’s house, man, just saying. “  

[fangfucked-a]

@traptested  ♥  //  guillotine  -  jon  bellion  

        if  there’s  any  unspoken  thing  about  david  he’s  learned  is  that  he  has  nightmares.  it’s  easy  to  tell  by  his  body  language,  maybe  it’s  easier  because  he  gets  the  feeling  so  well.  ❛  and  if  you  have  nightmares,  we’ll  dance  on  the  bed.  ❜  there’s  a  small  smile  that  comes  over  his  features  as  a  gentle  hand  strokes  the  other’s  hair.  another  unspoken  way  to  say  that  he’s  there  for  him,  that  he’ll  fight  any  nightmares  that  dare  try  to  present  themselves  in  his  dreams.