[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face. (( @yourfavoritehorrormovie ))

The Fog could always be a... Rather difficult thing to navigate sometimes, even for someone with all the resources and expertise as the Ghostface had. But where he was going didn't have a map leading to it, wasn't a traditional realm like Shelter Woods or the Decimated Borgo. No, this was something far more interesting, and was a trail he was fascinated to try and sniff out.

Another Ghostface with a place of their own. It was too interesting not to pry into. Sure, some other Ghostfaces had their own realms, but they were catalogued and usually few and far between. He hasn't met this one yet, and although he doesn't plan on doing so, he still wants to get as much information on them as possible without confrontation. And best case scenario, without ever being seen.

So now Danny just follows a gut feeling through the deep fog, sensing... Something. Something nearby. Familiar? Same base connection he feels with other Ghostfaces, and as he leans into that connection-

Bump, yelp, and crack.

A fist collides with his mask as he bumps into presumably another person, reflexively throwing his fist out in turn to clock his assailant as he stumbles back in surprise and pain. O w. His fist reaches...

Another mask?

There, you're such a good boy. So good at pleasing your master. ► Don't stop until I'm satisfied and drink all I have to offer until the last drop. You've earned your reward (Bass)

And with that Danny eagerly bobbed his head, hands finding their place on the man's thighs to keep him grounded and to keep them busy. For as much as he held himself up to a higher standing than the other killers, and especially the other survivors, submitting came as easy as breathing almost when it comes to those who have undeniable power over himself. Maybe it was an excuse to be submissive, like he had no other choice in the matter so he might as well right?

Or maybe he just liked how Bass looked at him, and spoke to him with such a commanding tone. That too. That was hot.

His tongue worked over the tip of Bass's cock as he kept up the motions, feeling the other slide down his throat and unable to help soft moans from muffling around him. Soon enough he felt Bass twitch in his mouth, and soon after a familiar taste on his tongue. This part he was sure was the command's fault, because when he felt the other cum he lapped it up like it was vital to his survival.

What a reward indeed, and one he savoured until there was nothing left and only then did he pull back with a wavery nearly smug expression. A final kiss was pressed to the tip as he rested his head on Bass's thigh. "Should tell me what to do more often, I like it."

what if i bit you in all the right places?~

"Oh yeah? First we gotta see if you have the balls to even try."

[ mock ] - @kingsnake-drummer

Honestly, the trials weren’t all that bad.

They weren’t great, obviously. There was no getting used to having a meat hook shoved through your shoulder or the feeling of dying gruesomely only to come back again, and every moment of peace he felt a lang of loss for his snake. But really, other than that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Definitely beat retail.

This time Eli spotted that bone-white mask shrouded by a black hood, the figure crouching nearby to spy on him. He couldn’t help but grin. Scream was always one of his favorite horror franchises, and he was hopped up on adrenaline and a nearly finished generator.

“Like what ya see, Ghostie?” he taunted over his shoulder, flashing a smirk over at the killer. He flipped the last switch as the generator blared to life. Time to go!

A new survivor always brought a bit of interest to Danny, especially one this calm and casual about trials as a whole.

He's seen his fair share of confident survivors, namely when Leon and Jill arrived and even Gabriel had an air of seriousness to them. But this person didn't seem to be in their league, more like... Nea. Or Dwight. The casual common folk whose daily routine he mapped out back when he could watch the sun rise and didn't rub elbows with monstrosities. And so this match was a smidge less serious, although he didn't intend for everyone to live at all.

Maybe that's why he was staring from this distance, peeking out a little farther than he should. Intrigue. Curiosity. A curiosity that was fed by the smirk as the generator popped, and the Ghostface was left lagging behind a second too long. His shroud was still maintained and with the others recovering from a devastating bit of knife work, he set to chase Eli down with quiet footfalls and determination. Too casual. You don't just laugh in the face of death like that and live.

And so as Eli ran about he took advantage of the maintained shroud and took a detour, weaving through the loop at an odd angle to catch Eli off guard and once he got the man in his sights...

Pop.

His vision went red and his heart thumped, blood rushing as the newbie was exposed and he quickly lunged forward to jab the blade into his side to smack that smirk off his face.

Why does Kate call you baby-girl?

"Because I ask her to."

Is it too late for a kissie for dredgie? He's just a li'l guy.... (@lilguydredge)

. . . . . . . . . .

He's unsure of how to feel about the small little dredgling currently sad-hurgling at his feet, giving him the saddest little nightmare eyes. The kiss meme is over, he isn't obligated to give out any more smooches... But this thing looks so sad about it. He's not sure what to do.

And so he just kinda. Crouches down. Smooches his palm and then gently pats it on the head. "How's that little buddy?" Pat pat.

"Which number am I" (Roman Bridger) @labcampkill

Well that's a voice he hasn't heard in ages, and it brings a smile to his face. "If you're talking about number in line for this kiss thing, you're fourth. Almost missed it." He delights in pulling his mask aside to plant a smooch on Roman's cheek, curious and amused all the same. "Now where have you been? Haven't heard from you since the Masquerade, stranger."

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

For @the-wolves-and-the-sheep Wrin. :3

Back in business.

The trials weren't as easy as before with the Ghostface having been out of practice and with a map or two being newly introduced... it was a little jarring. But like always, he adapted. Sacrificed survivors just as easily as ever, and felt the rush of slaughter pulse through his veins after everything had come to a bitter end.

Now he's washing off the blood in Ormond, melting snow by the fire to clean his cloak. Why not just go back home? To get some fresh air, really, even if Ormond's frost is still biting under his skin. Sadly it's one of the better places to freshen up, and as he drops his hood in preparation to clean the mask...

Agh!! His hair!!

Danny yells out in surprise and quickly shoves Wrin off, mask still in tact as his hood flies back over his head and the dark shroud conceals him fully. "Wrin?! The fuck was that for-?"

“Maybe I should start calling you babygirl. It’d be nice to see you squirm for once <3” ( @the-game-warden )

"You always ask for trouble and I'll make sure it hurts when it finds you, Park." Even with that thread he can't help the flush creeping across his face, huffing with crossed arms. "Prick."

What if you never became ghostface?

"Hmmm..." What an interesting question, albeit one he's thought of over and over throughout his time in the fog. What would life be like if he'd gone a different route, never dawned the mask he considered such a vital part of himself?

"Probably would've been forced into some kind of sport by my pops, or the military. Would probably be good at it, too, all things considered... But if I decided to do my own thing maybe I would've become an actual journalist. It is what I like to do after all... Or maybe I just kill people anyways. Without the Ghostface title. Maybe I'm more clumsy and less focused and I never get the notoriety I crave and I rot in a cell or some psychiatric ward."

A shrug is given, and he leans back in his chair. "Endless possibilities. But no use to speculate now."

[ bruise ]

Danny had already poked at this Wesker beforehand. A tease about his stoicism, a jab at the fact he's been taking photographs of the man without his knowledge, banter that very much gave him some enjoyment in this dull hellscape. Even if he himself was notorious for having an all work no play attitude to trials that struck a nervous chord in most survivors, hypocrisy. But this wasn't a trial. He had decided to poke the bear up close this time.

The Ghostface adored RPD for its tight nit corridors and various perfect stalking locations, able to get the jump on survivors and have them nearly go into cardiac arrest. It was also a sort of home away from home, with the familiar office space and interior that contrasted the usual mess of other realms. But he's not here to unwind away from home. He's here for more photographs, and knew RPD usually meant Wesker.

He'd spotted the man near the main office and was trailing along silently, shroud up to soften his footfalls and suppress the aura of killer he gave off just in case. Danny could've sworn Wesker had turned this corner, stepping into a room before being blindsighted by a hand on his throat and a harsh shove against the wall. Fuck. Motherfucker. When was he spotted? What went wrong? Funny that he's thinking of why this was happening rather than focusing on the fact that another, stronger killer has their hand around his windpipe and it's definitely gonna leave a mark.

The camera is dropped as Danny struggles to claw at Wesker's arm, head tilted up as he gasps for breath. Dammit. "Albert-" His tone is likened to a man trying to calm a rabid dog biting into their arm, stern but pained. "Can't-- breathe-"

[Bite] - Danny feels himself getting watched in his own place. It feels oddly cold and suddenly, thunder breaks down above his house with stormy rain banging onto his home. When the raindrops hit the windows, they suddenly turned into iceflowers, a cracking noise followed the layer of ice that suddenly grew. Frost started to cover his home's interior like a velvet blanket.

Then, a shadow moved. Bigger, wider. Then the shadow shaped into Krampus. He looked stronger than when the two met the first time. Now he was sporting four arms and a tail that moved when he started to approach Danny.

It was a few seconds of creepy staring when the glowing orange eyes turned red and he lunged forward, baring his teeth. Sporting not one but multiple rows of sharp fangs like a demonic shark, it was clear that the demon had been upset somehow. A low rumbling glow came from his throat, making the ground vibrate.

(I still love your art you made <3)

Weather had never before touched the Ghostface's residence until now. The Entity had left it in the state it was when the being had stolen it years prior, and so Danny was stuck in this monotonous realm without the rain or sun to brighten the place up. And so when snow began to fall rapidly and blanket his home, he got a sinking feeling that pushed him to quickly dawn his trials gear and prepare for... Whatever was going on.

Once the windows were frosted over he hunkered down in the living room, blade drawn as if he could somehow fight off the incoming snow like it was alive and killable. But then the shadows crept up the wall, and coalesced into a vaguely familiar form he hadn't seen in months. Was that... Krampus? The Krampus? Why did he look so different, what the fuck was going on-

But there was no time to ask. This twisted thing snarled and made it's intentions clear, and Danny quickly scrambled away from his charge and attempted to get upstairs. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

His arm, its tattoos, burned bright orange beneath his dense dark cloth and already the snow outside began to melt away. Seems like his Entity is more focused on keeping the house unaltered than protecting the one living in it, a fact Danny cursed ashe tried to escape the winter demon's fury.

[Bite] It was standard; whenever Kate found herself snatched off of a generator she did her damnedest to free herself. Biting was always on the table, and she latched on to Danny's middle to anchor herself as she sank her teeth in.

(xoxoxox @wanderingsongbird )

Previous relations didn't matter when it came to trials. It didn't matter if you had known Danny for years, was his closest friend, or if he owed you a favor. Nobody was free from the stalking reaper when his gaze fell upon them. And luckily for him, he never deigned to such lows as to make friends in a wretched place like this anyways.

. . .

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have vague associates he sees from time to time. Kate. A woman who gives him mixed feelings and who he's been trying to tiptoe around for a little while, opting to not seek her out even if she does have a tendency to find Danny anyways. They've shared their moments, Hell, she's seen his face. But that won't save her from her fate once he noticed she was on the chopping block.

Poor girl didn't see him coming with the silent grab off the generator either, and so the Ghostface hoisted her up and began to make it towards a nearby hook even as she thrashed in his grip and fought the situation. And that's when he felt something odd. It... Kind of hurt? Did she just bite him? He's covered in leather and fabric but he feels the distinct pressure of teeth on him, and kinda tries to shake her mouth off of him in a brief bit of confusion. He's trying to get her onto the damn hook but the mix of thrashing and the surprise of being bitten is getting him a little distracted, for once, someone may have a good chance of wiggling out...

Sadly for Kate, Danny tastes like blood, leather, and that cheap cologne he's so fond of.

"Oh, darling~" the Entity purrs with that satisfied grin on his face. "Or rather should I say, my sweet babygirl?"

Oh no. The warmth gets worse and Danny is happy to have his mask on, slumping further back in his chair until he's practically on the floor. You can't just embarrass him like that, he'll turn all mushy. "... Bassssss," he whines, flustered and tempted to hide under his desk to spare his ego.

🤪

@wanderingsongbird

<3

Why does The Entity call you baby girl?

"I do my job well."