#❝ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡ ᵗᵒˡˡˢ ❞ ; headcanons/about

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     Since Wraith is not able to move his mouth at all he has to find different means to show his love for his significant other.

The deepest way to show affection for him is to take a hold of his lover with a gentle touch of both hands where their neck meets their shoulders, lean in and rest his forehead against their’s. The longer he stays like that the more he loves them.

A heavy will to protect them. Wraith becomes quite protective over his lover, and will definitely put himself in harm's way for them.

Being in close proximity. He will stand closer to them instead of keeping a distance between them--if he can stand to have somebody in his personal space he loves them

small gifts are left for his lover, even if they are small little pieces of metal he’s molded into something or a painted piece of wood/metal.

marking. He loves to put some of the symbols from his culture of protection, good fortune, etc with his paint on his lover.

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     Philip was actually not the original target of the Entity--it was interested in Azarov at first, seeing that he was the one doing a lot of the dark business in AutoHaven Wreckers. However, when it discovered the poor boy killing people “unknowingly” it started to corrupt Philip’s heart and latched on quickly when he discovered exactly what he was in Azarov’s schemes. Philip became the better target, a better specimen for a Killer

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    Philip being a cuddler? You bet your ass he is. Of course, as the Wraith it’s a bit harder to cuddle since he skin is rough and he is mostly covered in mud and clay and other things. But damn he loves to cuddle. And with being so tall he’s got plenty of room to cuddle up to the person receiving said cuddles.       Though he would be much easier to cuddle post-Entity’s Realms--plus his skin is very soft.

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     Wraith is very finicky about the items he gathers, either the ones he gathers from around the maps or what was brought with him from Reality. The most important of these items is the necklace that was Sade’s, the last of his siblings that he ever saw before being taken to the Entity’s Realms, and the one that he carries the most burden for. The necklace is a multi-strand blue beaded necklace, one that Philip made for Sade--one of the four he made for his sisters.      The other trinkets are important but will not put him into a livid state if they are stolen. Besides the Wailing Bell, the necklace is the only thing that connects him to being Philip Ojomo, before being so exposed to violence and crime personally with AutoHaven Wreckers. It’s the last that he has of his family.       His hiding spots within AutoHaven Wreckers are within the Gas Haven shelves, a small crawl spot beneath the Blood Lodge, and hidden beneath the remains of Azarov’s Office. 

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     Philip actually has a really good singing voice. He sang a lot to his siblings and when he was working the crusher and working on cars at Autohaven Wreckers. He even sang a bit when in the Entity’s Realm, but when his voice was taken, that all stopped.

  [ x ] ;

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Headcanons about Philip’s feelings about the other Killers under the cut! (general feelings but doesn’t apply to interactions with other blogs/killers)

Evan MacMillan aka Trapper: Philip is very fond of Evan. He was the second one to be thrown into the Entity’s Realm, and even if Evan at first wasn’t the most friendly guy, they warm up to each other. Trapper is the only one who knows Philip’s ways of talking before he lost the ability to speak, he knows about Philip’s past and the regrets that linger in him. He’s the one that Wraith can be more human around, that understands his dislike towards killing. The sound Eev is used when he refers to Evan.

The Crooked aka Hillbilly: Philip is very protective over the Crooked--hating to see him referred to such a name, usually giving a dangerous look to anyone who talks ill of Billy. Most of the time, he takes on a smoother tone and ways of making noises around Hillbilly, always making the sound Ihyi a sort of name he uses for the chainsaw-wielding killer.

Sally Smithson aka Nurse: He’s not very familiar with her, most of the time their interactions are momentarily before going into the Trail or passing each other between Trials. Philip knows she’s off--she wouldn’t be in the Nightmare Realm if she’s not, but hasn’t had much time to approach her. Still, he keeps an eye out for her, appreciating the bandages she leaves for his wounds. The noise Sehi is associated with her.

Lisa Sherwood aka Hag: He loves Lisa, reminds him a lot of his youngest sister who always loved to play in the mud and having the tendency to try to eat things she shouldn’t. Philip enjoys visiting her, making markings across the swamp with her for protection and sometimes for fun, and is quite protective of her at times. Aya is the sound relating to Lisa.

Herman Carter aka Doctor: Truthfully, Philip was a little scared of Carter when he came--too many memories of being shocked when he first started working at Autohaven Wreckers. Though he finds the Doctor’s choice of headwear perplexing--and often tries to get him to take it off--he doesn’t see the doc as a bad guy: he’s fascinated with the world in a different way than Philip. He still hasn’t had much contact with Herman but has been trying to change that. Doc is referred to as Aroh

Michael Myers aka Shape: He’s confused about the Shape??? Philip doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know something is bothering Myers, just trying to get it out of the other is the problem. It is mostly work for Michael, a polar opposite to Wraith. He does, however, enjoy the fact they have a sort of silent way of communicating at times to confuse the others. There’s always a silver lining to having another non-vocal member of the group. When speaking of Myers he is Meoh

Anna aka Huntress: Philip is decently fond of the Huntress. She lives in a quiet woods that he likes to visit, feeling the raindrops on his skin to soothe the wounds he has. She’s often the one he shows the small wildlife creatures he finds and captures--mostly woodland creatures like squirrels or chipmunks, but on occasion bunnies and small birds. She’s different, something he likes in her. Anna is commonly referred to as Ah-ah

Bubba “Junior” Sawyer aka Cannibal: Reality, Philip doesn’t know much about Bubba: he seems shy, almost reluctant to do the work--as if afraid something will go very wrong if he doesn’t--and it’s not drilled into him by the Entity. There’s something about him that makes Philip want to befriend him, but most of the time the other is nowhere to be found. Seoh is the way he references Bubba.

Fredrick Kruger aka Nightmare: He’s not. . . fond of this killer. Philip understands that, yes, some Killers really enjoy their job, but this guy takes it to a new level. He hasn’t really gotten a good look at him since Philip doesn’t technically sleep, but he’s heard about the guy, heard him talking from time to time, but never seen him. Philip just not fond of the guy so far. The Nightmare doesn’t have a name to be referenced as so far--mostly just a certain toned growl, gurrr

Amanda Young aka Pig: Amanda is a newcomer to the Entity’s Realm, not really known by anybody, so Philip hasn’t had much time to observe or get to know her. She seems interesting, still making the bloodhound wonder if that’s a mask or her real face? He’d never ask the question personally since it could come off as rude. The Pig is mostly mpya when spoken of.

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Tagged by: @sqvareup Tagging: *shrugs*

RULES   :   you  can  only  say guilty  or  innocent  . you  are  not  allowed  to  explain  anything unless someone  messages you  or  asks  you .  repost ,  don’t  reblog  !

asked  someone  to  marry  you  ?    INNOCENT

kissed  one  of  your  friends  ?   GUILTY

danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar  /  tavern  ?   INNOCENT

ever  told  a  lie ?   GUILTY

kissed  a  picture  ?  INNOCENT

slept  until  5pm  ?   INNOCENT

fallen  asleep  at  work  /  school  ?   GUILTY

held  a  snake  ?   GUILTY

been  suspended  from  school  ?   INNOCENT

worked  at  a  fast  food  chain  /  restaurant  ? INNOCENT

stolen  something  ?  GUILTY

been  fired  from  a  job  ?   INNOCENT

done  something  you  regret  ?   GUILTY

laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose  ?  INNOCENT

caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue  ?   INNOCENT

kissed  in  the  rain  ?   INNOCENT

sat  on  a  roof  top  ?   GUILTY

kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?    INNOCENT

sang  in  the  shower  ?   INNOCENT

been  pushed  into  a pool / river with  all  your  clothes  on  ?   GUILTY

shaved  your  head  ?   GUILTY

slept  naked  ? GUILTY

made  a  boyfriend  /  girlfriend  cry ?   INNOCENT 

shot  a  gun  ?   INNOCENT

still  love  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?   INNOCENT

have  /  had  a  tattoo ?   GUILTY

liked  someone  ,  but  will  never  tell  who  ?   GUILTY

been  too  honest  ?   INNOCENT

ruined  a  surprise  ?   INNOCENT

been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said   ? GUILTY

still  have  communication  w/  your  ex  ?  INNOCENT

cheated  on  someone  ?   INNOCENT

got  so  angry  that  you  cried  ?  GUILTY

tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good  ?   GUILTY

thoughts  about  suicide  ?   GUILTY

thoughts  about  murder  ?   GUILTY

stalked  someone  ?   INNOCENT

had  a  girlfriend  / boyfriend  ?   GUILTY

gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday  ?   INNOCENT

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     Philip has a habit of trying to be the bigger brother to a lot of survivors and even other killers. He's learned to be patient, kind and nurturing after helping his parents out taking care of his 4 siblings. Realty is, sometimes he forgets what role he plays in the Entity's Realm, trying to take care of any injuries (one reason he keeps bandages in his satchel) and making sure the subject of his focus is healthy as possible in the Realm.      Though with that set of mind, somebody threatens the one(s) he cares for, they are in for a world of pain. Philip isn't defenseless, he's easily capable of taking down anyone, but he chooses not to act on those aggressive thoughts unless provoked.

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Warning: Story below gets violent. If you are squeamish about blood, violence and the tearing of flesh do not read. 

               The Wailing Bell

To my Little Trouble Makers,

               I hope you haven’t been giving mama and papa too much trouble since I’ve been gone, you know mother can’t run after you guys like I could. There is some more money coming along with this letter to help get mama’s medicine and unfortunately only enough for one of you guys to come visit. Don’t start fighting, though I know it’s a waste of my ink telling you not to when you will anyway but try to be civil. There’s a plane leaving in a few days and you’ll have one of my boss’ employees pick you up and once you’re at the job site I’ll take you to where I live—the place I sent you photos of. I can’t wait until I can bring all of you here, it’s beautiful and I know you’ll love it!

Forever your loving bloodhound brother,

Philip.

The letter was held in petite hands, her fingers curling around the paper tightly as if she were to let it go she would lose more than just it. She was scared but full of wonder and hope. It was a long plane ride from their home to her older brother’s workplace, a few points that were terrifying being on a plane for the first time, being away from the village. It was worth it though, to see what her older brother always talked about in his letters, to meet her brother again after so long. How much different would he look?

               Autohaven Wreckers started to come into view in the clearing, a looming shadow hanging over the large grounds the place held. The girl glanced over at the man driving the car, “Are you sure this is the right place?” She frowned, looking back through the windshield, “It’s not what my brother described.”

               “Yeah,” the man hummed, sounding concerned himself, “This is the place, but that amount of dark new for bein’ the evening.” He shook his head and started to slow down as they approached the entrance. In the Evenings usually, there were at least some employees moving around, and some commotion of cars going in and out, but there was nothing now. Only a deafening silence fell in the workplace.Not a single soul was moving around, no signs of movement for a while etched into the ground.

               The car pulled up just outside of Azarov’s office, the man getting out and going to the other side of the car to open the door for her. She smiled and gave him a soft thank you before stepping out, “Where does my brother usually work?” The man waved her to follow, heading through the stacks of piled cars and dirt paths. The Crusher was where her brother worked, always talking about it in his letters how much fun he had operating it and the times he would be able to work on the cars. He loved everything about his job.

               The man stopped her, putting an arm around her shoulder, pushing her slightly behind him, “Hold on.” His voice shook slightly, his eyes wide with fear. She frowned, glancing down at the ground. Crimson red splattered on the ground, blood and viscera dripping from the clamped down crusher. A small gasp escaped from her, noticing other bodies strewn across the ground, large gashes across their torsos and limbs—their backs ripped open to expose the spine. What was the most gruesome was what she saw sticking out of the crusher: a body.

               Bits of the head lay around the machine, not a single sign of the skull or any fragment of it, “Shit.” The man curses, before giving an apologetic look to her, “Sorry didn’t mean to say that, but we need to get you out of here.”

               “I can’t leave without my brother!” She whimpered, looking at all the bodies despite nausea and fear rising in her gut. She didn’t want one of them to be her brother, they couldn’t be her brother. They were all too old, not the right body shape for him: he was thin framed and much taller than any other his age. Her brown eyes wandered to the crusher, her heart dropping into the pit of her gut. What if that was him? The man who drove her there approached the crusher, looking over the body, “Crap, who the hell did this to him? Fuck, I’m sorry Azarov.”

               It wasn’t Philip. She relaxed a bit, turning to look back towards the office of Azarov. Maybe her brother was there. She stepped forward a few paces before a sharp breath was taken in, feeling a hand grab hers and pulling her back. The man from before protectively pulled her close, taking out his pocket knife, “Stay away!” He hissed at something she couldn’t see. A thick fog had begun to roll in, covering every inch of Autohaven Wreckers in its dense mist.

               Softly, the sound of bare feet pattering against the hardened ground echoed out—slow steps accompanied by the gradual dripping of something wet. The man moved in front of her, blocking her view of the approaching man. The man hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Ojomo?” She perked up hearing her second name. It was her brother!

               “Philip!” She called out, quickly slipping from behind the man to look at the approaching figure, feeling a tingle of dread down her spine. What she saw made that feeling worse: her brother standing there, caked in blood, holding a strange object, blood glimmering from it and his body.

               She stepped back, noticing something odd in his eyes—a darkness she never saw before: pure evil. It wasn’t her brother, a shape taking his form. The man quickly went back in front of her, glaring, “What happened here Ojomo?”

               Philip tilted his head, letting a wicked smirk spread to his lips, “Everything’s fine Adam. . .” his tone didn’t speak that it was all fine, “There was just an accident,” he stepped closer into the light, more of the glimmering blood shown—and the visceral weapon coming into focus. It was gruesome, jagged metal parts strapped to a fragmented skull. It falls back into something that looks like a spine, all dripping with blood and bits of flesh. Flecks of red-orange rest on the weapon, some fading away slowly.

               “An accident?” Adam growled, “How the hell did Azarov end up in the crusher?” he pointed the knife at Philip, trying his best not to shake, “What happened?”

               “He deserved it,” the voice that came from Philip was darker, unnatural for him, “For the lives he has taken, the lives he forced me to take!” He kept coming forward, his head lowered, “all of them deserved it!”

               “Philip!” The voice caught his attention turning to look at her. She stood her ground, staring at her brother, “Please, what’s going on?”

               He hesitates for a moment, staring at her—his old look returning to his eyes, “Sade. . .” That moment quickly changed, seeing in the corner of his eye Adam start moving forward, “You shouldn’t have come here.” The shape of her brother moved quickly, for a moment almost vanishing before appearing in front of Adam, driving the metallic blades into his shoulder.

The screams became louder as Philip dragged the weapon down Adam’s chest, tearing through flesh, cutting through bone with ease. He pulled it out, blood and intestine falling out onto the ground as the gurgling breaths became silent. The once full of life body fell to the floor with a splat, onto the guts that once were internal.

               Sade stood there in a petrified fear, “B-brother. . .?” Her body shook, feeling her blood go cold as he looked at her. His eyes had a glow to them, a ghostly white, “W-what’s going on? Pl-please you’re scaring me.”

               “We’re playing,” he chuckled, pointing a bloody finger towards her, “Just like we did before with our sisters. You need to hide,” His voice changed for a moment, fear flickering in his normal tone before being consumed by the gruff darkness, “because the hunter is on the prowl, and you’ll end up like the others if you don’t hide.”

               Sade didn’t hesitate, not wait to see what was meant before running. Tears streamed down her face as she ran, trying to find any place to hide, to get away from the monster that took the form of her brother. Something was wrong, horribly wrong! It couldn’t be him!

               She found a small place nestled between cars, keeping her body pressed against the dusty ground. It took a lot of effort for her to keep her breath calm, sucking in a large gulp of air when she heard those footsteps again.

               “You shouldn’t run Sady,” Philip purred darkly, stopping right by where she was hiding, “You are too easy to track,” he breathed in before looking over to the cars, “A trail right to where you are.” She held her hand over his mouth and nose, trying to quiet her breathing.

               A screech of terror slipped from her when she felt something grab her ankle, starting to drag her out from her hiding spot, “Found you,” Philip’s cooing voice echoed in her skull as she clawed uselessly at the dusty ground, trying to crawl away.

               “Please! Please, Philip no!” Sade screamed, still trying to move away from him. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to face whatever happened to her sweet brother. It wasn’t one of their games of Hunting, this was real. She was the prey, trapped in the grasp of the hunter, waiting to be torn apart and feasted on, “Please! Don’t do this!”

               She glanced over her shoulder, seeing that weapon held close to her, “There is no choice,” his voice continued to be low, almost inhuman as growls began to mix with it—a low crackling sound echoing not only with his words but all around them, “You have been caught, and you know the consequences.” He pulled her back towards him a bit more before letting go of her ankle.

               Sade tried to move, tried to crawl away only to feel the jagged blades dig into her back, deeper through the flesh reaching to the spine. Her screams are loud, echoing through the whole yard of Autohaven Wreckers, “Game over!” Philip cruelly laughed, pulling the blade out and placing the weapon on his side, “It’s time I took my trophy for my victory.”

               He stepped to being in front of her, kneeling. She weakly looked up, seeing the white completely consuming the once tender brown eyes beneath all the blood and mud. He gently ran his fingers along her cheek, lifting her head with the other hand. Philip leaned in, kissing her forehead like he did before setting her and her sisters to sleep and before he left to start his new job. A tender kiss that was torn away when she felt a pain at the base of her skull, the makeshift knife given to him by Jaiy jabbing into her neck.

               It tore through skin, leaving an open wound all the way up the base of her skull to the top, splitting open skin and what protected the skull beneath. He continued until it went all the way down her face, all the way to the base of the front of her neck, “You’ll always be with me my dear Sady,” he purred, moving his thumbs to rest against the new line of wood down the middle of her face, “I love you.” Then, his thumbs shifted, fingers curling into the wound—and pulled. Tearing flesh mixed with the screams of pain from her, slowly becoming a garbled mess of screams and breaths, until the last bit of torn flesh was removed.

               Bare skull, attached to a covered spine, eyes still in contact and tongue barely holding onto the mandible. Philip tugged gently at first, before severing the skull from the spine in a rough yank. He stared at the bare skull, letting his free hand run along the side of it, “Always together my little sister, you and I.”He stood up, glancing towards the graveyard of bodies, all bodies he had made. The skull was put into one of the satchels he carried before picking up his sister’s headless corpse. She deserved a better end than these wretched scumbags. He would bury her outside of the yard, in a proper grave.

                 “Hey, Philip,” the ghostly white eyes glanced up, looking to Evan as he spoke, “Why do you keep that bell clean and just like your weapon stay bloody?” The banshee glanced at the bell then back to Evan, giving a small shrug. 

              “Not going to say huh?” Evan shook his head before looking back to his traps that had been sabotaged by the saboteur after his most recent trial, “Guess I’ll add that to another thing you’ll one day tell me when you open those sealed lips of yours.”

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🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 

     To form a meaningful relationship with Philip–not just the Wraith, but Philip is pretty hard to form such relationships. The standards for a meaningful relationship do change once he becomes Wraith: expects the other person to understand he needs his space sometimes (leaving without any notice on occasion), be able to interpret what he’s trying to say without using words/from gestures and small sounds, don’t bully him or others (though friendly teasing is alright), to be protective/protected, understanding that he has to kill but doesn’t enjoy it most of the time, and just be willing to take steps with him since he’s broken. If they can trust him (and he can trust them), and follow the other things he’ll start to warm up to them and over time can develop a meaningful relationship (platonic or romantic).

🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it? 

    Philip loves calla lilies. They’re a sweet reminder of his home, a common flower his sisters would pick up as they were playing around outside their village. He adores the wite, purple and black calla lilies–a perfect gift to give him when he’s feeling homesick.

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a trait they’re ashamed of

     Philip’s ashamed of how easy it is for him to kill, even before being picked up by the Entity. When he snapped and killed his boss back at Autohaven Wreckers, it came too naturally to him. In the Trails, it’s too natural there, hunting down a Survivor and either putting them on the hook or, when given the opportunity by the Entity, killing them with repeated blows to the spine. Doesn’t mean he’s going to stop doing it, but it also doesn’t mean there’s a lingering shame in such a trait.

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First impression , favourite feature and pet name. Maybe how he'd cuddle him too !

☯: First impression of your muse

     This survivor is interesting. . . he tries to do what so many have failed at: unite a group of strangers who are terrified for their lives. I wonder what potential he has, and what darkness he holds

Ω: Favourite feature of your muse’s

    His eyes speak all, something glimmering different than the others. Something gentle and caring.

♛: Pet name for your muse

    Eon for vocalization of Dwight’s name. I do rather like to call him little lion cub

♔: How they like to cuddle your muse

     Put arms around him and pull Dwight under the cloak, protecc from the world, and rest his head on top of the survivor.

     [ x ] ; @notthebasement  

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    Survivor Philip is a lot like Wraith: he’s very solitary, and hard to spot. Working at Autohaven Wreckers gave him a chance to work with machines so getting a generator done isn’t much of a problem for him. Though he’s not very good at keeping his calm when there is a killer chasing him, he’ll just run and never stop until he knows he’s away from the killer. And when it comes to communication he’s much better at signaling to other survivors than actually verbally communicating. He still has a voice, but he’s shy, doesn’t want to draw attention to himself.

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     Did you know: Wraith can’t actually talk. It’s not because he never learned how to, but over time without speaking to anyone, focusing on doing the Trials, as well as some of the Entity’s doing, he just can’t talk. He can growl, make humming sounds, form the words on his lips, but can never make a full word come out vocally. The only ones who could have ever heard his voice was Trapper and just a bit for Hillbilly--otherwise not a single word.

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a trait they have too much of 

     Care. Despite being a ruthless killer inside of the Trails, Philip still has too much caring in him from before he became The Wraith. If he has the chance, there would be some fretting over them, but most of the time he’s checking over the Killers he gets along with, making sure they are in top shape.

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    [ Random Useless Headcanons ] >> status: accepting 

     Philip is a quick learning of languages. He could easily speak Swahili at a young age and quickly picked up on English with visitors and when he went to work at AutoHaven Wreckers.