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[holyexecution]

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━━━   cool, small palms smack flat against the executioner’s tense abdomen with pitiful rage. it surprises him, effective if this is its purpose. surely, this DEVIANT didn’t truly believe that she would be able to sway him...?

calmly, red pyramid snatches both of her wrists up in one steady hand. the source of his body heat feeds on her anger - latches onto every twitch & ache of her worn muscles. why does she fight when she is exhausted? effortlessly, he raises her off the ground with an iron grasp, purposefully shaking her back & forth until she gets the message to CALM DOWN.

@lanmushi​​ ( nonverbal meme | accepting. )

[rxdpyramidthxng]

@lanmushi​ asked

Exploring was probably her favorite hobby between trials. Finding her way to the school, she found herself dreading finding the Executioner. But this time she had something that he could possibly want. Feng kept the jerky she had in hand. Turning a corner, she couldn't help but squeak in terror when she came face to face with him. It's like he knew where she'd be (which, she knew she wasn't the quietest survivor out there). She was quick to back up, hoping to get out of arms reach of him. "I-I brought you something!" She squeaked out, hoping he'd understand her, hoping he'd spare her.

The scent of the intruder made him react quickly to hunt her down, but the scent mixed with hers made him curious. It was food, that much he could tell, but why would she bring such? It only made her easier to find after all. Regardless when she turned the corner and faced him the beast made a low monstrous noise, a warning.

As to be expected the little cub backed up, made herself small and harmless to him, but he merely took a step toward her, keeping her within arm’s reach. He didn’t act to grab though, instead he tilted his head slightly at her word’s, his curiosity wining out for the moment. The nose of the helmet lifted a bit to sniff at her, smelling the food on her, and gave a short growl.

Clearly he was interested in seeing what she had to offer.

[cursed-legacy]

"y'know, nyah?" except they match

Send "y'know, nyah?" to dress my muse in cat ears and a maid costume

At least he wasn't the only one wearing this ridiculous outfit, but if only it was someone he liked and not this little pipsqueak.

"You look ridiculous."

Pot meet kettle.

As if Min needed MORE clothes given to them by the Entity.

Kazan tapped his foot angrily, hating how his shoes clacked on the ground.

[franks-dirty-blade]

💦

Trials || @lanmushi || MEME || Accepting

  💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

“Lost that fucker at nineteen baby!!”“Best birthday i’d ever fuckin had.”

[wholeads-moved-blog]

@lanmushi   /   sc.

                             ❝       what     is     it     that     you     keep     saying   ?       ‘   get     wrecked   ’   ?       am     i     using     that     right   ?       ❞       brow     quirks     in     near - genuine     confusion   ,     modern     slang     something     the     out - of - era     leader     was     still     working     on   .

[voidvoyeur]

🧠+ Sister

send me 🧠 + a word for a headcanon in association with that word! 

Michael’s sister, Judith, was his only friend during his early childhood. After Michael was born, Judith doted on him and helped her parents care for him more than willingly until he reached the age of five. This was when his antisocial behaviour with other children in kindergarten was starting to become a noticeable pattern. Judith in particular was confused by a teacher’s concern because, while at home, Michael was particularly insistent to spend as much time as possible with her and play games (hide and seek being ever popular). At first, she thought the way he followed her around was cute, but as her own adolescence started to divert her attention away from her little brother and instead to wanting to go out with her friends, studying to graduate, vying for independence etc. his consistent lost-puppy presence was becoming more of an annoyance. Especially once she got a boyfriend.          Judith complained to their mother about how Michael’s presence was growing increasingly creepy. Due to her declining involvement in his life, his efforts to invade upon hers became a staple in their home. When she went into her room and shut the door, he would wait outside until she reemerged. If she was on the phone with Danny, he would listen on the line from a different handset. Michael’s insecurity amplified when Danny once teased him that he wasn’t Judith’s ‘favorite guy’ anymore. He even cried in response to the teasing but his fear was alleviated by Judith reprimanding her boyfriend for being mean, spending the rest of the evening watching a movie with Michael instead. At first, he blamed Judith’s boyfriend for ‘taking her away from him’ but when Michael’s mother sat him down and explained that his older sister  wouldn’t have as much time for him anymore because of the age she was and the necessary phase of her life that entailed, Michael’s insecurity manifested into a possessive resentment. He interpreted the given fact that Judith’s separation was an inevitability as an inevitability he could never hope to intercede upon.           This resentment culminated to its peak on the night of Halloween when Judith was supposed to take Michael out trick-or-treating but ignored babysitting him in favour of being with her boyfriend. He oversaw the couple watching Psycho, specifically the shower scene, before being shooed out of the room by his sister, then told by Danny to go trick-or-treating alone. Despite Judith’s protests that it was unsafe to leave Michael unattended, Danny assured her that ‘nothing ever happened in Haddonfield’ and she had ‘nothing to worry about.’           Bonus headcanon: I envision Judith to look something like this!

[eatrude]

16 for the salt

honesty meme || accepting ! ↳ 16.    If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

oh this is easy.  That everyone were nicer and more approachable and that mean people didn’t exist. 

[sabotajuu-a]

❝I can’t stop crying.❞

give me your tears     |     accepting .

                    EMOTIONS   AND   JAKE   PARK   ARE   NOT   TWO   THINGS   THAT   GO   TOGETHER   .     He regards her with a glance at most, passive and surprisingly cold despite how she’s feeling in the moment.   As one who deals with sudden emotional waves by his lonesome, isolated and in the comforts of silence, others prefer a supporting person to help them through their rough patches.

                   Color him surprised when she confides in him, or perhaps he’s all she’s stuck with.   Pity, considering he isn’t too good at handling these sorts of ordeals.   What does he say?   Why is she upset?   Perhaps this cycle was finally getting to her, realizing that hope for freedom may be a fruitless dream altogether.   So how does he cope?   Simple.   It’s the way he busies himself, hands consistently digging around, fiddling with metal equipment and tools to better prepare for the next coming trial that awaits.

                   “   How do you expect me to help you?   ”     Question is delivered without compassion, spoken flatly and almost monotone, gaze fixated on the screwdriver he twirls in nimble fingers to tighten metal contraption.   Jake doesn’t even look up when he talks.   Avoiding eye contact of any kind is ideal when making an attempt     (   albeit a poor one   )     to help one through their personal turmoil.

                   “   In case you have forgotten, we are all stuck in this.   None of us have an upper hand over the other.   We all have our own unique uses, and we all have our own faults.   Getting upset over this will only make you die faster.   I’m not going to hold your hand, so either devour the fear or let it consume you.   ”

[smugliar]

“ You did gaming for a living right? What did you play? Pong or somethin’? ”

dealt for @lanmushi

[wholeads-moved-blog]

[ defend ] (this 5'2" lil girl just body blocked for you)

@lanmushi   /   acts     of     dominance

                 (   you     are     their     leader    —     you     are     to     be     the     last     piece     to     fall     in     this     deadly     game     of     chess   )       blood     loss     is     a     hell     of     a     drug     as     mind     swims   ,     teetering     on     a     precipice     of     darkness     while     body     pushes     onward   ,     leaving     behind     a     crimson     trail     for     killer     to     easily     follow   .       bright     lights     behind     broken     form     create     deeper     shadow     before     exhausted     leader   ,     weak     smile     pulling     at     busted     lips     as     pride     for     his     teammates’     work     blooms     in     bruised     chest     like     spring     flowers   .       it     is     within     this     momentary     reprieve     however     when  a     rustle     in     the     grass     can     be     eard     at     his     six   ,     ringing     he’d     heard     before     was     not     the     result     of     his     injuries     but     instead     wraith’s     accursed     bell   .       mind     &&     body     tense     in     preparation     for     attack     but     instead     a     surprise     warmth     is     felt     in     survivor’s     side     as     sudden     force     brings     stilled     limbs     back     into     motion   ,     a     shock     of     cobalt     locks     brightens     blurred     vision     as     dots     finally     connect   .

                              ❝       min   ?       ❞       voice     leaves     as     a     tired     whisper   ,     trembling     legs     moving     despite     burning     protest     in     strained     muscles     via     other’s     push   .       gasp     of     pain     is     heard     from     companion     as     body     jerks     unnaturally     from     scythe     connecting     with     spine     &&     instinctively   ,     weak     arm     curls     around     small     woman     to     pull     her     close     against     crimson - colored     button     up   ,     weakened     body     leaning     into     her     for     support   .      ❝       we     gotta     get     outta     here   ,       ❞       words     begin     to     slur     from     exhaustion   ,     pallid     eyelids     drooping     as     unconsciousness     threatens     to     drag     him     down     into     a     familiar     abyss   .       alas   ,     rest     is     not     allowed     for     those     who     deserve     it     most   ,     renewed     strength     courses     through     tired     tendons     as     the     gate’s     siren     song     blares     throughout     the     farm   ,     movements     now     more     determined   .

                              ❝       come     on    —     we’re     almost     there   !       no     more     taking     hits     for     me   ,     though   ,     okay   ?       ❞       words     of     encouragement     leave     as     weak     laugh     is     coughed     out     with     a     few     droplets     of     blood     as     pair     stagger     to     freedom     together   .       (   checkmate     has     yet     to     be     established     as     you     remain     vertical     through     the     pain     &&     dizziness   ,     an     unyielding     will     not     allowing     knees     to     buckle     as     the     weight     of     the     world     piles     onto     atlas’     shoulders   )

[eatrude]

lanmushi replied to your post: 

Hannibal’s weapon is just a big ass fork and knife

it’s probably a kitchen knife or a scalpel honestly.  For the other ?? ideas I had the scalpel that he keeps tucked in his sleeve makes more sense. 

[eatrude]

lanmushi replied to your post:

his ‘power’ is probably calming the survivor down so they can’t sprint tbh

!! that’s a neat ass idea !!