Jan 15, 2019
these fucking killed me
commission 2/2 for @thefittest
characters are Evelyn Koehler (commissioners OC) and Quentin Smith (Nightmare on Elm Street remake)
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these fucking killed me
commission 2/2 for @thefittest
characters are Evelyn Koehler (commissioners OC) and Quentin Smith (Nightmare on Elm Street remake)
dont use or repost unless you are the commissioner
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shelter protect them. —Ev! ((Doesn’t have to be a starter, just a scenario! I love your writing I’m sorry sjdnfjdjfndn))
Everything that Quentin wanted to protect, it seemed, was lost. No matter how hard he fought, or how hard he tried, his life was slipping from between his fingers and he was losing everything he wanted so desperately to hold onto. His mom was gone, and then his friends and Nancy. He’d had to distance himself from his dad, and now Evelyn was suffering too and it was all his fault.
Trying desperately to stay awake, Quentin sat by himself outside in the gentle rain. The sky was gray and a fog had fallen, making it difficult to see much in the distance. The grass was dusted with a light frost which would either melt in the afternoon or be eventually washed away by the rain. It was the early hours, the temperature on the colder side and helping to keep Quentin from dozing off.
His chest felt heavy with sadness. It hurt him to see Evelyn struggling to put up with the demon that he had brought to her. She didn’t need this in her life. It was his problem, his past haunting him, and yet somehow Freddy had decided to latch onto Evelyn too. It wasn’t fair, and he wished desperately that there was some way to take it all away from her. He would die if it meant ensuring her safety. His gaze remained downcast even as Evelyn silently came to sit with him, an umbrella being held over top of him to prevent the rain from further soaking him. It wasn’t raining hard, but the fact that water droplets were dripping from the ends of his hair made it obvious that he’d been outside for quite some time.
The silence wasn’t an uncomfortable one. They were merely existing in each other’s presence, the way they had seemingly always been able to do. Quentin moved his hand over, settling it atop of Evelyn’s currently much warmer one. It was his way of acknowledging that she was here, helping him just like she had since day one of them meeting.
“I’m sorry.”
@thefittest (ask for Miranda and you shall recieve ;D)
If there was one person Meg always found herself curious of, it was the stealthy Korean that seemed to be everything the redhead ever wish she'd been back in high school. Miranda had always been a bit of a partier, keeping the survivors much happier than she ever could. The ideas she thought of to get everyone to bond between trials was something Meg could admire as she'd try to do such a thing when the Entity had first taken her.
However, there were a few things about Miranda that worried Meg a bit.
For one, she never seemed to speak about her life before the Entity. In fact, Meg was pretty sure that Miranda purposefully redirected any conversations that seemed to get a bit too personal. In a way, the athlete could understand that but she found it a bit hard to trust someone she knew nearly nothing about.
It simply wouldn't do.
Hanging out around the campfire, she glanced over at the woman sitting across from her. Most of the survivors had been pulled out to trials or were simply wandering around the area. However, Miranda had stayed behind and now seemed as good a time as any to talk to her more. With a small smile, Meg asked, "So... how's it going?"
Smooth Meg, real smooth.
❣- Angela! Silence duo goooooo
[ Random Kiss ] >> status: accepting || 8. a dying kiss.
Wraith moves across the darkness, survivor dangling over his shoulder as he searches for the nearby sacrificial hook. He hates doing it, sacrificing the innocent souls to the cruel deity of the Realms, listening to their screams as the hook pierces their chest, and the cry as the tendrils manifest to claim their soul for their master. A job he despises doing but does it to avoid the unyielding pain delivered for displeasing the Entity. The bloodhound’s ghostly white eyes focus upon the nearby hook, a soft growl rising from his throat. Innocent blood spilled, an innocent soul broken apart. And then there’s the deliverer, the devoted servant presenting the soul. Hated, but necessary to survive in the harsh reality of the Entity’s Realms. The struggling isn’t enough to catch the Killer off balance to open an opportunity to escape. Wraith picks up the Survivor on his shoulder with both hands before dropping the body onto the hook. White eyes watch her, sorrow dimming them. He hates it, he loathes that he kills others in order to save his own skin. Cowardly, pathetic. Everything he wanted to avoid. A sigh comes out of him, eyes meeting with the Survivor’s, a silent apology. Wraith leans in, giving a gentle kiss on her forehead, backing away just as the tendrils went to claim their last victim of the Trial.
Sends biggest of bear hugs!!🐻💞
id kiss you if i wasnt afraid of getting you ill HIWKD
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║ Ever So Quiet║
➤ Starter For @thefittest
Every survivor had their own way of coping with the stress of the trials. If one had no tricks to cope or familiarize themselves with the fog, they would be destined to abandon all hope early on.
For Iraluk, they found peace in knowing what they were up against. One of their greatest fear was the unknown. For it left them assuming the worst. And when the survivor was anxious, they were more likely to mess up and make mistakes.
This trial had been... quiet.
Iraluk hadn't ran into the killer yet. While it would bring joy to most survivors to be left alone, that was only eating them out on the inside. It made them jumpy and on edge.
Despite trying their best to be quiet in their search for a generator to repair, they couldn't help but feel vulnerable. As if danger was around the corner and about to jump at them any second now.
Anxious thoughts were interrupted when the survivor noticed something glowing between two trees.
A Hex Totem.
Perhaps this was The Hag's, or The Huntress...?
Well. Right now, it didn't matter. Even if they were unsure of who it belonged to, they knew that totems had only downsides to them and other survivors.
As Iraluk began their attempt at cleansing the totem, they heard someone... or something...... hopping?
A part of them was dying to look into it, to see if that hopping sound meant danger or not. However, cowardly as they were, there was no way Iraluk could bring themselves to approach the unknown.
Letting go of the hex totem despite it being still active, Iraluk hurried behind a boulder that was closeby. This wasn't a very subtle hiding place, but it had to do for now. Especially since they weren't even sure that there was a threat around to even begin with.
Even though fear was running through them, the hunter peaked as subtly as they could on their surroundings, the hopping sounds were getting slightly louder. They wanted -- no, needed -- to know the origin of that sound, even if it meant to risk getting found.
“♪”
So many good choices, but here we go
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold
“You should have known, The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah!”“No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Oh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!”
1-92? SUFFER LIKE ME
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
Nope, don’t like sex, it gross af