MALEVOLENCE

MXLEVOLENCE : AN INDEPENDENT, CANON - DIVERGENT portrayal of GHOSTFACE from DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. comprised of and reliant on original headcanons. EXTREMELY VERSE FLEXIBLE! adored by VICIOUS [ 31 ]. CONTAINS violence, blood, gore, body horror, and other sensitive subjects. all followers must be 21+!

WEAVING TALES WITH cursedblessed, witchcraftandburialdirt, taliaromanova, bells-of-black-sunday, vulpesse, malumxsubest.

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THEMES OF identity crises [ WHO AM I WHAT AM I? ]; the agony of loneliness; manipulation from both sides : a manipulator at the mercy of manipulation; self-exploration and the concept of a crafted identity; DEATH as a figure worthy of worship and reverence; selfishness as an inherent trait and a motivator; & killers who are BORN with violent tendencies rather than molded to be violent: the distinct lack of traumatic childhoods or events — a creature pried from the womb with blade in hand.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ BLOGROLL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE RAVEN KING

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE HOVEL

Ghostface's self-proclaimed abode in the Entity's Realm is an oft-alluded to yet highly elusive location somewhere within its bowels. The Entity, after all, did not carbon copy a location for him when She took him into Her embrace; the potential reasons are numerous, though one sticks out: Danny was a recluse, a nomad in his pre-Fog days. There was no set location tied explicitly to him that would make sense to construct in the Realm. Thus, no home. No realm. No abode. Ghostface had to make one himself.

Ghostface's hovel is an outdoor retreat nestled in a small clearing of trees. The contents within are an amalgamation of his own items and items stolen from others. A handmade hammock strings between two trees ( his primary sleeping spot ); a threadbare couch, once mahogany and missing a back cushion, sits against one edge of the perimeter; a television perches atop a stack of magazines; piles of books litter the space, many stolen from RPD's illustrious library, others a personal collection of Ghostface's assorted journals and scrapbooks; his various outfits hang from the boughs of one elm, and his masks suspended on its trunk, nailed there like religious effigies.

The entire space is a collection of everything he has ever accumulated ( or stolen ) over the decades trapped here. A mosaic of interests and boasts ( he has Michael's knife hanging proudly on another trunk, as if displayed over a mantelpiece. )

The Hovel, as it has been tenderly dubbed, is tucked deep within the confines of the Realm. A space chosen for its isolation and invisibility. Almost no one knows its location, and he has taken great care to maintain its secrecy. No doubt because of the vulnerabilities nestled there—the journals laying bare his internal machinations, the personal affects from before his abduction that reveal a human man rather than a masked figure of horror, and other odds and ends that lean too heavily toward Danny, not Ghostface.

Atlas says, "I believe there's winners and losers, and nothing else besides." — rdr2 meme / accepting!

"This is why you're not invited to more parties." The words are a joke, even delivered in the deadpan tone so eerily custom to Danny. He plants his rook three spaces forward, eliminating one of @cursedblessed's pawns. A celebratory sip of alcohol punctuates the move.

"I've only ever believed there are survivors. Nothing more." He continues, latching onto his companion's morbid topic. An opinion, Danny thinks, befitting a man hovering near the top of hierarchy. Danny's stare becomes malignant. Curdled by something buried deep. "Because even 'winners' can be gutted and killed simply for existing. They all bleed the same. They all deserve to die."

And this is why he is never invited to parties.

Yeah, this guy looks crazy intimidating / horrifying ( or maybe he looks absurd and stupid to some idk ) but little do you know the face he's hiding beneath that mask. . .

Haru utters: "Lack of something to feel important about is almost the greatest tragedy a man may have." + "There’s a good man within you." — rdr2 meme / accepting!

It is its own knife. ( Words cutting. Burrowing. A parasite, a tick, a ravenous worm. ) A silent and invisible weapon, quick and cleaving. Danny reels, even as Ghostface remains stock still, the mask deploying nothing but its usual warped sense of misery. The killer in him wants to argue: I'm not good, I'm not good, I was born bad and I will always be bad and you are stupid stupid stupid to believe otherwise. But Danny overrides. For once, the Grave Walker is silent. No witty retort. No volatile quip. No violence. Only a taciturn stillness.

He thinks of all the bad things he's done—of which are innumerable. All the people he's killed, lives he's upturned, aliases he's donned. And what he feels is not remorse nor regret as any sane individual would. It's like cataloguing every item one owns: each pair of shoes, every knickknack, every screw in the toolbox. He thinks of his murders like a collection of unsettling dolls or fine china displayed behind elaborate glass doors, locked to keep grubby hands out. But thinks of them, he does. Regarding the horrible things he's done, both here in this prison and before.

But he also things of all the good things he's done. A measurable amount, by contrast, and easier to count considering most of his "good" has been more recently. And while he thinks of the people here whom he has extended a helping hand, he thinks most of Robin. His poor caged bird.

"I am selfish, Haru," he says finally, dark eyes on @witchcraftandburialdirt. But it is not meant to be argumentative. His tone speaks the opposite: a melancholy sense of the truth. Like someone with the unfortunate task of delivering the worst news imaginable to another. God, why isn't there a word for such an emotion? He continues, "This goodness you perceive will not last."