#stealthy survivor

[onionowt]

Happy holidays! Bringing doodles with saddest little creatures and some experimenting stuff... manatees and nesting/rhythm shenanigans included

Passage fur balls

[chillfaerie]

#skyhuevember2024 days 25-27: black 🖤

Stealthy Survivor is one of my favorite spirits so I wanted to honour them and their black cape.

[wi11owbird]

I don’t think I ever posted this somehow?? But it’s from a few months ago. The song is “When the War Came” by the Decemberists.

[danelloevee-sky]

10/10 spirit lineup

[robinlmaoo]

stealthy and seed!! they met when seed found stealthy in the wasteland with a hurt leg, and healed them :)

stealthy annoys the seed a lot with their reckless and loud personality (and apparent obliviousness to imminent danger), but the seed cant leave them because they have a moral obligation as a healer to stay with and take care of their patient! though theyre secretly amused by, and admire the survivor’s daringness and boldness :)

[creature-of-light]

STEALTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bestestspirit]

[wanderingskychild]

So the setting does change. Cool 😎!

[eternal-moth-jay]

the three S's of the golden wasteland

[localkrillenthusiast]

Stealthy survivor you’ll always be my fave

[creature-of-light]

BIRD WHISPERER!!! I'M A BIRDER AND I LOVE BIRDERS!!

Stealthy Survivor they're so cool!! You can see them waving for someone or something in their memories and I like to think of all the possibilities. Were they running to rescue someone they know? Were they waving for another escaping group of survivors so they can wait for them? I just think it's so metal that they managed to survive for so long after darkness came, and in one of the most impacted areas, too.

Performance Guide. I want them to adopt me lol. Honestly, all performance spirits are faves.

Tinkering Chimesmith. I love wind chimes and I love kalimbas and I love their care for the details and how they tilt their head around to see the chimes from all angles and I love to see an autistic character who's just existing and going about their life.

Laidback Pioneer omfg. They just seemed so at peace while taking their walk under the rain. I think that their appreciation for the rain would be considered odd by many spirits due to the rain being lethal to them. It's like when people give you That Look for having Gross interests. Also their butch swag.. impeccable

And Saluting Captain! I have no idea what's going on in their memories but it's so grim, it adds a lot to the feelings of despair that the Wastelands evoke.

Special shoutout to Cackling Cannoneer and Mindful Miner for being such layered and well-written characters in a game with almost zero dialogue!

Who are your favourite spirits of Sky, and why?

Any spirits welcome! Tell me as many and as much about why as you want, excited to see

making this out of genuine curiosity, wanting to find out about this due to that poll going on

[ejsuperstar]

assorted sky screenshots

[joowee-feftynn]

New look for my sky kid how we feeling

[rootsofdread]

request open *twirls hair kicking my feet giggling* could i request maybe ghostface and myers with a survivor who's also stealthy? like maybe they caught a glimpse of them but the moment they moved a little closer trying to get a jump the survivor is just POOF and gone

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael had first seen you working on a generator all the way across the trialgrounds from himself. He figured you'd be busy enough that you wouldn't even notice him and he'd be able to grab you right off of it. All seemed to be going according to plan until he got there, and...there was no trace of you anywhere. It was like you had never even been there in the first place. But he knew he saw you. It'd be safe to say he'd never been so confused before.

He decided right then and there that he had to catch you. He knew wouldn't be able to sleep until he got to you at least once. He didn't find you that trial, and...he still can never get his hands on you during trials. He's always willing to throw an entire trial just to go after you, though. The second he realizes you're lurking around, he drops everything to track you down.

He always swears you're following him around. He can never see you, and you'll never give him a straight answer, but...he knows you're there. He doesn't much enjoy swapping roles. You're making this much harder than it needs to be...but, truthfully, he enjoys the challenge. He finds you fun, in a weird way.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny first met you when he saw you weaving through a patch of trees at the edge of the trialgrounds. He'd been tracking you for most of the trial, and now you were all alone...he waited until you ducked behind a wall. He walked up, and lunged behind the corner, swinging for you. You can probably imagine his surprise when you were suddenly nowhere to be found. There was nowhere you could've gone. How in the hell...

Finding you slowly became more and more like a game to him. At first it was frustrating, but it started being fun for him after a while. Every trial he has with you, he gets excited, hoping this would finally be the time he catches you. He still hasn't, but he looks forward to every trial with you.

If you're still in the immediate area, you'll often hear Danny giggling to himself while he's looking for you, or him playfully calling out your name. He doesn't necessarily think doing either will help his chances, he just likes to have fun, especially around and with you.

[unnerving-presence]

Hello! Can i get Albert wesker, Danny Johnson, and Ji-Woon with an S/O who likes to like to try to scare them, even in trials, they will try to find clever ways to scare them for fun, and their reasoning is just like "I love you, but it's funny if I get a reaction"

ofc ! this seems so neat ! first request from coming back from my big ass break hehe

yes i am aware that ghostface gif is not danny and is billy or stu. i just wanted to use a new gif this time :o

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Albert Wesker:

You will never scare this man.. but he thinks it’s cute when you try anyways.

Acts unamused but you can see the smallest smirk on his face. He can’t help himself sometimes..

“I almost didn’t hear you that time”

He’s a liar. He always hears you.

Scares you in return whether that be intentional or not. Of course he’s quite scary in trials with his quick dashes, but his scariness outside of trials comes from his odd ability to be more seen and not heard. That being said, he can’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve jumped from him suddenly touching you out of nowhere because you couldn’t hear him coming up from behind you. Like where did he come from. WITCH 🫵🫵🫵

Don’t worry, he only tries to do that.. most of the time. But he most certainly makes up for it with his ramblings he’s saved just for you paired with his soft, subtle touch of his hand on your waist while you walk together.

Danny Johnson:

He probably encourages you to try and scare him. He’ll give you some pointers on how to be extra sneaky. Can’t help showing slight favoritism in trials though. You’re just trying so hard! He can’t help letting you off the hook a few times for trying to learn from him!

Over time you get so good at it that he has to be the one looking over his shoulder. He’ll never forget the time he was so in the moment of stalking a survivor without even knowing you were crouched in the tall grass right next to him. Almost made out with you right then and there for giving him a good scare. You’ve come so far.. he’s so proud 🥹

Might hand you the mask one day and ask you to hunt him down and see how stealthy you can be.

If he doesn’t spot you and you manage to sneak up on him he will both spare you next trial and absolutely go to town on you if he spots you. Best of both worlds >:)

Ji-Woon Hak:

Probably a bit more susceptible to being spooked, even if it’s just his eyes widening ever so slightly because where the hell did you come from.

He pretty quickly catches onto your little game though and makes it his goal to scare you first. You both don’t tend to scare each other much actually. He’s wearing bright clothing and you.. well he just actively searches out for you now. Not like he doesn’t want you to have fun but it’s also pretty funny to see how many times he can spot you trying to spook him.

You probably scare him on accident if anything. You ever play killer and get scared by a survivor popping out that you didn’t even know was there? Yeah that happens to him. Mid chase and boom. Survivor jumpscare. You said you loved him though so. He can’t be too mad that you got a laugh out of it

[rishiguro]

AUTOPHOBIA - DABI

warnings: mentions of murder. non graphic injuries. swearing. 2.5k+ words.

angstober event

dabi walked around the now completely destroyed district, half-heartedly kicking a small rock in front of him. with his hands stuffed in his pocket, he looked oddly calm and collected, the only signs of the past battle being the sweat that glued his hair to his forehead and the dirt stuck on his entire body.

he sighed, gazing at the horizon for a quick second before taking a turn and continuing in a different direction. slowly speeding up, he quickly glanced at every body he came across, only to keep walking as soon as he saw the person’s face.

surely you had to be here somewhere. you were an extremely resilient person and also very capable at keeping yourself alive, no matter what. your entire life you had tried to keep yourself alive, somehow managing to beat the odds, no matter how bad the situation got.

so you definitely were here somewhere.

but where could you be?

dabi rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, pushing away the uncomfortable thoughts that crept up on him.

you couldn’t be gone. he saw you here somewhere and you were fine, he told himself. and you certainly weren’t dumb enough to fall into the hands of some young hero.

you were better than that.

so you were definitely here somewhere. hiding?

were you seriously trying to pull a prank on him in times like this?

dabi didn’t know for how long he had been walking around, but slowly the surroundings, despite being completely destroyed, became familiar again.

furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to remember the last time he saw you, before his steps sped up again, quickly carrying him through the debris, before he caught a glimpse of a familiar sweater.

before he could even blink he was kneeling down beside a pile stones, stones which once had been a wall, and dragged them off, carelessly throwing them to the side to reveal a familiar body, clothed in the aforementioned dirty sweater.

his eyes quickly examined the state you were in, taking notice of the completely disheveled hair, the ash sticking to your skin and the wounds littered across your body. the blood was dry, leaving behind sharp crusts over the broken pieces of skin.

no, that couldn’t be right. that couldn’t be you. you never got severely injured, not once. you were careful, stealthy.

you never got caught. you never got hurt.

dabi clicked his tongue, leaning back a little. “honestly, you almost had me fooled,” he stated with raised eyebrows. you surely were convincing, barely even moving a muscle. he looked over to the rubble he just removed from your body. “did you plant the debris on top of you? i doubt that young hero was strong enough to cause that” looking back at you, he shook his head. you surely had some weird ideas. “you could’ve killed yourself, you know? and for what? just to scare me?”

you always liked to provoke him just enough to get a rise out of him, no matter how. you enjoyed seeing him all riled up, completely contradicting his usual apathetic self. you liked to coerce him out of his stoic shell, grinning at him whenever you reminded him that he could indeed feel things.

that he felt things for you.

“prove a point?”

he groaned in frustration when he realized that you still weren’t moving a muscle, seemingly very into the whole act.

“stop this shit” he demanded, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “get up”

turning his head to the side, he examined the surroundings. for now you were safe, alone, no one here besides the two of you and some bodies scattered around. injured or dead, dabi couldn’t care less.

he turned back to you, sighing. “we have to leave before some shitty heroes show up to look for survivors” a sinister grin appeared on his face for a short while, remembering the havoc the by now big league of villains had caused earlier. so much destruction and death.

hurting them right at their weak spots.

“i doubt there’s any though”

by now he would’ve expected you to open your eyes, maybe even give him a lecture on how he was unnecessarily cruel. and he would agree with you, that sure, maybe he was, but he also believed that everyone deserved what was coming for them for supporting a system built on shutting out everyone who seemed like they didn’t fit. kicking away everybody that wasn’t perfect enough.

and then you’d get quiet, not wanting to openly agree with him.

“hey, are you even listening” he flicked your forehead, expecting some sort of reaction again, only to be met with nothing. what were you trying to pull here? “it’s not funny. stop playing the damsel in distress”

he clenched his jaw tightly. “seriously”

and still nothing. you laid there, unresponsive, eyes still closed shut, like he wasn’t even here. did you even hear him?

“you’re not funny, you know” he shook his head, mouth forming a slight smile at the idea that just came him. surely that would get you to react. “i could just leave you here when the heroes show up. maybe that would teach you a lesson”

you were infamous for escaping the heroes every single time, even back when they first caught eyes on you. nobody really knew how, but somehow, even during your days as a lowly criminal, they were lucky to even get some cctv footage of you.

they surely would be stunned finding you here. a free trophy to be taken, an infamous villain served on a silver platter.

that would certainly make for some great headlines in the news.

“hey,“ dabi called out again, reaching out to shake you by your shoulder. your skin was cold, colder than he expected. a frown etched itself onto his face.

he shook his head. no, it were probably his hands that were still a little heated, not having fully cooled down yet. that must be it.

you’ve never been cold like that.

he groaned in annoyance, balling his hands into a fist. “the gig is up, get up now,“ he demanded sternly.

and still, nothing.

“seriously, it’s not fucking funny anymore”

he furrowed his eyebrows, cursing under his breath. there was no way you could be that committed to the act. what could even be worth it? you never had it out for him like that before, no matter what happened.

gnawing on his lower lip, a few images flashed in his mind.

of him, fighting some hero that he didn’t know the name of, dodging his attacks while cursing him out loudly, shooting flames at him.

a familiar, yet distant voice calling out to him, which he promptly ignored, too busy with the situation at hand.

a loud bang, immediately being followed by something — someone — throwing themselves at him.

his body being flung away, looking at your form in shock as you were hit by something.

a quirk.

“are you trying to teach me a lesson or something,“ dabi asked, rolling his eyes at you again. he shrugged. “it’s not my fault you took that blow earlier”

you threw yourself at him after all. “besides, it wasn’t that hard, so get over yourself”

and dabi retaliated. just a few moments later he hit whoever it was that had hit you, leaving behind a charred body.

“the lousy hero is dead anyways. we’re even”

and yet you still wouldn’t move.

were you really trying to teach him a lesson? right now?

dabi would rather have you give him an hour long lecture about awareness as soon as you were back in the hideout than be stuck here right now, on his knees next to your still and hurt body.

“are you deaf? i said get up,“ he raised his voice at you now, reaching out to shake you again. “hey”

the villain grew impatient, clearly bothered by your lack of response.

didn’t you hear him?

“come on, move,“ he barked again, feeling the anger rise in him. were you seriously just ignoring him like that? was your lesson so much more important than letting him know that you were okay?

were you really that cruel to him?

didn’t you love him? you said you did.

“don’t act like you can’t hear me,” he snarled angrily.

get up. wake up. open your fucking eyes.

“hey”

do anything but don’t just lay here like you were dead.

“stop,“ he whispered, digging his own nails into his palm.

do anything but what you were doing now. please.

you couldn’t do this to him.

“come on”

why couldn’t you just listen to him?

“hey,” he tried again, his voice a little softer. despite that, you still didn’t show any signs, leaving him to grow more frustrated again. “i said get up,” he snapped.

nothing.

“fuck, listen to me,“ he demanded, exhaling a shaky breath. “hey!”

nothing.

“get the fuck up”

nothing.

“open your fucking eyes,” he demanded loudly again, practically digging his fingers into your skin, leaving behind red marks. “i said open them!”

and yet you didn’t.

nothing.

“fuck this,“ he cursed out, letting go of you and rising to his feet.

“i’m going to fucking leave you here, what then, huh?” he spat, clenching his teeth together tightly. he flexed and relaxed his hands repeatedly at his side. “what are you going to fucking do then?”

come on. move.

“going to let one of these dumb heroes find you,” dabi continued, by now practically hissing at your unresponsive self. he turned away for a second before looking down at you again. “and who knows what they’re going to do to you then”

capture you. interrogate you. lock you up, never to see the light of day again.

come on, wake up.

would you really allow him to talk to you like that? so dismissive, so cruel?

and yet you laid still.

“hey! i’m talking to you!”

you were never that quiet. you never ignored him.

he fell onto his knees again, reaching out to shake your body one last time. “don’t do this, don’t fucking do this,” he clenched out between his teeth, hunching forward and putting his forehead on your arm.

he took a deep breath before straightening his back. “alright, fine,” he muttered defeated, “you won, doll. you scared the shit out of me, okay? now get the fuck up so we can fucking leave”

he pulled your body into his lap, fingers running over the wounds on your arms.

“get up!” nothing. “i said get up!”

“fuck, come on, stop playing, this isn’t funny,“ dabi commanded, a slight tremble in his voice.

with trembling fingers he reached out, pressing them slightly onto your neck.

“give me something, anything,“ he begged, “please, you can’t do this to me, please”

he felt a huge weight lifting off his shoulders when his fingers finally felt the blood pumping through your veins faintly.

you were still here.

but why weren’t you waking up?

“open your eyes,” he gulped again, “i said open your fucking eyes”

another flash of images appeared in his mind.

your body flying a few meters after being hit. you, hissing and groaning in pain as you tried to lift yourself onto your feet again. you, clutching your side with a pained expression, locking eyes with him for a second before you turned around and assumed a fighting stance.

that couldn’t be true.

you were fine.

you had to be fine.

you were always fine.

“come on, i know you can hear me,“ he whispered to you, begging. you why couldn’t you just answer him?

you were still here, you were alive, weren’t you?

he shook your shoulders again slightly, his own hands trembling. “wake up. i said wake up!”

his voice broke as he continued to chant at you. “i’m telling you to wake up, damn it!”

he hunched over your body again, arms clumsily pressing you close to his chest, rocking your bodies back and forth.

“please,” he whispered with a broken voice, “please, doll. i’m sorry for yelling at you, okay? now can you please open your eyes? for me, yeah?”

nothing.

dabi swallowed harshly, blinking rapidly as he continued rocking the two of you, whispering to you.

nothing.

he hates this. he hated how you were so still and unresponsive, he hated how he was shaking whenever he brushed his hand over your arm, trying to warm you cool skin, he hated how his entire body was trembling.

he hated how he felt so weak, so useless, like a small child, unable to stand up for himself and unable to help the people close to him.

unable to help the person he loved.

nothing.

“you can’t do this,” he whined angrily, miserably failing in suppressing the rage in his voice, “don’t fucking do this!”

you couldn’t leave him. you promised not to leave him.

“don’t leave me, come on”

he clutched you even closer to him, his own heart beating rapidly against his chest.

“i know you can hear me,” dabi claimed shakily, forcing a smile on his fear-stricken face as he caressed your cheek with two fingers. “i’ll forgive you for this shit, i promise i won’t be mad, just wake up now, yeah?”

nothing.

“go ahead, open your eyes,” he encouraged you again, his voice uncharacteristically high-pitched.

nothing.

why didn’t you listen to him? you said you’d listen to him.

“i said open your eyes!” dabi demanded loudly, immediately clutching you close again.

he felt his chest constrict as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss on your ashen forehead.

nothing.

you couldn’t leave him. not here, not like this.

“you can’t do this to me!” he cried out, “please, please, please”

while softly running his fingers over your face he dug his teeth into his lower lip again, breaking the skin on it in the process. “stay with me, yeah? stay right here with me! you have to wake up!”

nothing.

“don’t leave me please,” the villain begged, pressing another kiss on your face. “i need you, doll”

nothing.

“you can’t go,” he whimpered, his body and breath trembling, “don’t go where i can’t follow, please”

you couldn’t leave, not like this.

he still wanted you, he still needed you, he loved you.

you were all he had left, all he loved, all that kept him breathing every day.

“i love you, please,” he confessed, feeling his eyes burn again, “please wake up”

you couldn’t just leave him like that, you couldn’t.

and yet you didn’t move an inch.

“okay, okay, i get it. not here. that’s okay,” he whispered, not even sure if you were able to hear him at this point. but he knew that he had to get you away from here, quickly. it couldn’t be much longer till the police would arrive with rescue heroes in tow. you had to leave. “i’m going to carry you, okay?” carefully he reached underneath your knees with one arm, pulling them close to himself, before grabbing you with his other arm.

he pulled you close, continuing to whisper to you. “we’ll be back at the hideout in no time and then you can open your eyes yeah? you’ll be safe and then you can wake up”

he had a weak smile on his face, his eyes burning as he looked at your frail face. you looked so pale, so unnaturally pale. “that sounds like a good deal, yeah?”

nothing.

“okay” he muttered, before turning to you again. “up we go, yeah?” he warned, lifting you into his arms and standing up shortly after.

“i’m going to hold you tight, yeah? just hang in there with me, doll. i got you”

and with you safely secured in his arms he ran off, disappearing behind broken buildings.

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