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And here we go again... More BHVR blunder, more people whining, more drama... Over 3 years in this community and I think it's only gotten worse

I need to get this off my chest : I can't stand most of the Dbd community right now

This dumbass community manager not knowing what they're talking about caused so much unnecessary drama. It reminded me how the Dbd community can be such whiny morons.

On Reddit, when I tried being rationnal amidst my kinda toxic positivity ("it's only that one employee talking nonsense, doesn't mean it's all of BHVR", "we had way worse") I'm called a glazer and a "poor mind".

On YT, my favorite content creators are telling to stop playing the game. AS IF I HAD THE CHOICE (I technically have, but 1 it's not that simple when you've played for so long and 2 I hate being told what to do).

At least here there's no such drama and the community is actually enjoyable...

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I need to get this off my chest : I can't stand most of the Dbd community right now

This dumbass community manager not knowing what they're talking about caused so much unnecessary drama. It reminded me how the Dbd community can be such whiny morons.

On Reddit, when I tried being rationnal amidst my kinda toxic positivity ("it's only that one employee talking nonsense, doesn't mean it's all of BHVR", "we had way worse") I'm called a glazer and a "poor mind".

On YT, my favorite content creators are telling to stop playing the game. AS IF I HAD THE CHOICE (I technically have, but 1 it's not that simple when you've played for so long and 2 I hate being told what to do).

At least here there's no such drama and the community is actually enjoyable...

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I guess that's my favored playstyle

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Sable would definitly prefer the cool italian time travelling scholar/scavenger over her frat boy golf enthusiast dad

vittorio is sable‘s dad now i won’t be taking questions

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My point is, more people should imagine Kate being silly like that :)

I was browsing Nexus mods for RE2R mods (even though I play it on console) out of boredom and came across one of the funniest things ever imo.

Look at her mouth. Look at that nonchalant yet unhinged face. "Oh boy, for once I get to do the killing !"

And the facts it's the Quickdraw Army, too. She finally gets to release her inner "Yeehaw" and it's framing the EXACT moment she realizes how good it feels.

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I was browsing Nexus mods for RE2R mods (even though I play it on console) out of boredom and came across one of the funniest things ever imo.

Look at her mouth. Look at that nonchalant yet unhinged face. "Oh boy, for once I get to do the killing !"

And the facts it's the Quickdraw Army, too. She finally gets to release her inner "Yeehaw" and it's framing the EXACT moment she realizes how good it feels.

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That's true. I'm a p100 Kate and I still (mostly) suck at survivor

I would like to get this thought out of my mind because every time I see something about this it annoys me.

I would like to inform you, that prestige-ing a character just means that person likes that character. It’s NOT a good indicator of skill. It just means a person chose to dump a lot of bloodpoints into a character. They could’ve been playing killer and chose to dump points into their favorite survivor. They could’ve been playing survivor and chose to dump points into their favorite killer. It doesn’t magically mean that they are “amazing” at the game. IT JUST MEANS THEY LIKE THAT CHARACTER.

Thank you for your time.

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Strangers from the North, pt.2

Part 1

Decided to continue my previous fic as I felt like it was a bit incomplete. Nothing too crazy, just telling how the rest of the evening goes, presenting more characters in more or less details, and where the gang will establish a camp.

Also finished (and maybe rushed) this one in time for this blog's 2nd anniversary. Thanks to all of you for your support !

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Tw : smoking, gambling, implied gore, mentions of alcohol

May 24th, 1897. 9:30 pm

After finishing their beers, the mysterious bunch felt hungry and ordered some stew. During their dinner, they learnt more about some of the folks who lived in this town. There was the owner of the saloon, Ace Visconti, a notorious gambler who somehow always wins any of his bets, wether it was in cards, fights, or others. Nobody could prove that he ever cheats. Some ended up believing he truly was as lucky as he claimed, others are still trying to catch him red handed, or just use it as an excuse to beat him up like earlier this evening. In those situations, that's where the barman David King comes in. After fleeing from his past of bar fights and family pressure, David managed to find some stability as the barman of the Dead Dawg saloon. Serving up drinks was quite simple, and from time to time he could still get into a fight when some patrons were getting too agitated (mostly those who weren't too happy about Ace's luck). They also learned about other folks in town who often came here at the saloon. Mr.Olsen, who was writing for the local journal. Mr.Richter, a German immigrant who settled in as an architect. Mrs.Smithson, a local widow who worked as a nurse in Dr.Carter's office. They also heard rumors about Jake, some hermit living in the woods nearby, and the MacMillan railroad and coal company looking for some settlements nearby.

While the rest of the gang saw this as some useful information, Frank couldn't concentrate on it. He couldn't keep Kate out of his mind, especially when he had her in sight. Right now, she was busy cleaning an empty table next to theirs. She was close enough for Frank to hear her humming a song he didn't recognize. But it didn't really matter. The sound of her sweet voice was enough for him. It soothed him in a strange way, and after those few stressful days, that's exactly what he needed. He found himself lightly tapping his fingertips against the table to the rythm of her humming, at least for a little bit. He quickly stopped before anyone (especially Kate herself) notices.

Later in the evening, the gang was a bit split up. Susie was outside, tending to the horses, something she really liked doing. Joey was playing poker against some other patrons (for obvious reasons, he made sure Ace wasn't around). Frank was just sitting at their table, smoking a cigarette while trying to clear his mind from Kate and his other worries (without any success whatsoever). Julie, however, wasn't messing around. She knew they needed to find some place to settle a camp, and since they've never been here before, they had no idea where to start. The best she had was a map of the county, but it didn't give enough information. So there she was, sitting at the bar and asking information to David. "Excuse me partner. You think there's a good place to put a camp nearby ?" That's how Julie has always been. Straightforward and no nonsense.

David examined the map for a few seconds before pointing somewhere. "You should try over there, near Coldwind Creek. It's a good spot near the river, a bit elevated. There's an abandonned ranch nearby, rumor's going around that it's haunted. But you don't look like the kind to believe in that bullshit." Julie nodded, thanking the barman with a quarter before making a sign for the boys to follow her. Frank crushed his cigarette into the ashtray and Joey gathered the bit of money he had left before the two of them follow Julie outside. Frank made sure to tip his hat towards Kate before passing through the door.

A few moments later, the gang stops their horses down a hill overlooking the river. Susie spotted something off towards the abandonned ranch and decided to take the binoculars. "You guys should see this..." she says with a trembling voice while handing the binoculars to Frank. He knew Susie was a bit of a coward, but he understand what could have upset her. Off in the distance, the shape of a twisted tree was standing there. A closer look let him see the rotten corpses of various farm animals, mostly pigs, hanging from the branches by the feet. "Jesus... This place may not be haunted, but I don't blame the fools who believe in this..." After everyone took a look, Julie led the others further, into a valley closer to the river, with a couple of trees. "Alright, I think this is the best spot we can get around here. Let's set up the essentials for now, we'll do the rest next morning." The gang quickly set up their respective tents. After that, the others get to sleep while Frank stays on guard duty while trying to start a campfire. But no matter if they were falling asleep or staying up, all of them were thinking about what else this new land could offer...

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Hope I made you proud with this one, Melissa

Danse macabre

A Frenzied songbird story special dbd anniversary

The Twisted Masquerade is back once again. Frank has a little pet peeve about it, and he has the intention to deal with it with Kate's help, knowing how much she's fond of these celebrations...

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The realms were sporting shades of gold and glittery blue, wether it was the various balloons or streamers hanging from the generators and hooks, or the phantoms spinning together in the air, lost in an empty dance. As the decorations were getting set, the giggles of the Mad Designer echoed through the realms. It could only mean one thing : the return of the Twisted Masquerade, the event celebrating the Entity's birthday. The trials of the following weeks promised to be filled with Tryks' mischievious surprises, wether the residents of the realms liked it...or not.

Kate Denson was one of the rare persons among the survivor ranks to actually appreciate this change of pace. For the occasion, she had done her hair into a gorgeous ponytail and put on the mask she received for the occasions, some time - that felt like ages - ago. To go with it, she mixed and matched some of her other outfits, taking a red top and blue jacket along with a blue denim skirt who left her lower legs and a bit of her right thigh exposed, partially showing off her tatoo on the latter, and finally, a pair of sandals. She liked how the contrasts between red, blue and gold turned out, and decided to face the upcoming trials with this.

Father Campbell's chapel, Crotus Prenn asylum

Kate felt a bit tense. Despite her hopeful and optimistic personality, she had to admit that the last few trials were horrendous. The Clown had once again went after her for the entirety of a trial, then left to die on the ground by Ghostface on the next one. Her friends forced to abandon her against the Ghoul, too enraged to have any mercy for her poor soul. And then she faced a killer she had never met before, a corpse trapped inside a machine calling himself the Animatronic. She was always lost against new Killers. He caught her off guard a few times, moving through strange doors scattered across the trial grounds. And for once she didn't let him catch her like this, she remembered, the hard way, that she couldn't outrun a throwing axe. She could still feel the saws of that twisted machine he summoned ripping through her flesh and bones...

She needed to calm down. Waking up into the circus facing the chapel, next to Maurice the three eyed horse, was already a good start for that, given her love for horses. She started working on the nearest generator, trying to forget about the recent events. The sight of Nea, limping towards her and clutching her stomach, distracted her from those thoughts.

"Deep wound ? Are we up against one the folks from the Legion ?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend is stabbing anyone who tries to get in the chapel..."

After hearing that, Kate rushed inside the chapel, ignoring Nea who just throws a middle finger in her direction before starting to mend herself.

Kate was still embarrassed that her relationship with Frank Morrison wasn't as much of a secret as she intended. At least, her fellow survivors didn't mind that much, as long as he was distracted from his killer "duties" by her. Apart from that, her unlikely romance with the young leader of the Legion was among the few things that kept her going through the Entity's endless torture, their genuine love and care for eachother fueling her hope.

So the idea of seeing him after a few rough trials already helped her feel better. And there he was, sitting in one of the chapel's benches. His face was covered by his mask specifically made for the current celebration, a mix of black, blue and gold, including a golden monstruous grin and "SMILE" written in golden letters on the forehead. With that, he was wearing a black and gold jacket with a burgundy hood, along with black pants. He was holding a knife with a golden blade, apart from a few bloodstains. He suddenly stands up in a way Kate recognized too well : he was tensed, just like her.

"When are you fuckers going to- Oh..."

His angered voice softens instantly when he realizes it's Kate in front of him. "It's you, birdie..."

"Hey Frank. Watcha doing ? I heard you don't let anyone get inside."

"Oh, yeah. I wanted the place just for you and me."

Kate's heart jumped into her chest. "Just for you and me ? Why ?"

"I don't know if it's just me, but it's weird how it's called a masquerade and we don't even get to dance."

"I...suppose ? But what does that have to do with-"

"I thought maybe we could...fix that together ?"

Kate's heart made another jump in her chest. Dancing ? With Frank ? She wanted this in so long, but never got to. He claimed that he sucked at dancing. But now there he was, holding out his hand for her to take. Which she happily does.

"Oh, Frankie... I'd love to. But, I thought you were a bad dancer ?" She raises an eyebrow.

"I guess it's never too late to learn... I'm trusting you to guide me through it, though..."

"Of course..." She was smiling widely. She loved it when he went out of his way to make her happy.

So the two lovers started spinning around with eachother into a slow, musicless waltz. It was awkward at first, but under Kate's guidance, Frank became more comfortable with his moves, making the dance more nuanced and more...alive... He starts performing bolder moves, like making her spin around or leaning her back, only supporting her with one arm. At some point, he does the latter with a twist : holding onto her exposed thigh to lift her leg as he leans forward onto her. They make eye contact through their masks, and Kate sees clearly into his mind.

"Oh Frankie... I know what you're thinking. We can't do that. Not here. Not now..."

He lets out a slight chuckle in response "You say that every time, babe, and yet-"

"I'm sorry sugar, I'm just...not in the mood for this. Not right now..."

"Ok..."

He lets out a soft sigh, a mix of disapointement and understanding. Because as much as he had a dirty mind, Frank still had compassion, especially for his lover.

"Let's just keep dancing, then."

Frank gets the both of them right back up and they resume their waltz. After a while. Kate leans closer to him, softly kissing the grin engraved on his mask. This left him confused.

"You know, if you want a kiss, you can just lift up my mask."

"I know. But you're not the only one who gets to tease..." She replies with a smirk.

"Alright, I see how it is..."

He lifts up his mask high enough to have his mouth accessible, before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The two lovers lose themselves into their embrace until they hear a giggle above them. They look up to see none other than Tryks herself watching them, floating near the ceiling, which left Kate embarrassed and Frank angry.

"How long have you been watching us ?!" he said.

"I've watched the whole thing. You two lovebirds are so cute together, I'll never get enough of it. But at least I'm certainly more discreet than these ones..."

Tryks points towards a doorway leading outside the chapel, where David and Meg where standing. The former didn't really seem happy, because of how protective he is of Kate, with whom he developped a sibling-like bond, while the latter seemed neutral.

"Nea went to puke when you started kissing." Meg says nonchalantly.

Frank and Kate find themselves laughing a little bit at the situation. It wasn't the first time they were caught in eachother's arms. And it certainly won't be the last...

((Refs for the outfits))

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And thanks to @smol-dragon, there it is !

Frank has played these games before...

Does anyone know if there a panel of Frank with a dumbass smile in the Legion comics ?

My sister got me into Squid Games so I wanted to see if I could try to make a comparison with in game model like that one meme

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Does anyone know if there a panel of Frank with a dumbass smile in the Legion comics ?

My sister got me into Squid Games so I wanted to see if I could try to make a comparison with in game model like that one meme

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They'd be very confused about it at first, but definitly wouldn't mind the validation (especially Frank).

I feel like if Michael Afton was in dbd Will would psuedo adopt The Legion(specifically Frank) just to annoy him. Like overly boastful about how they're better than Mike and "the kids he never had". Will doesn't actually care about them it's purely to torment Mike.

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Danse macabre

A Frenzied songbird story special dbd anniversary

The Twisted Masquerade is back once again. Frank has a little pet peeve about it, and he has the intention to deal with it with Kate's help, knowing how much she's fond of these celebrations...

Words : 1.3k

TW : suggestive, mentions of death and gore

Dbd TW : implied tunneling, mentions of slugging

The realms were sporting shades of gold and glittery blue, wether it was the various balloons or streamers hanging from the generators and hooks, or the phantoms spinning together in the air, lost in an empty dance. As the decorations were getting set, the giggles of the Mad Designer echoed through the realms. It could only mean one thing : the return of the Twisted Masquerade, the event celebrating the Entity's birthday. The trials of the following weeks promised to be filled with Tryks' mischievious surprises, wether the residents of the realms liked it...or not.

Kate Denson was one of the rare persons among the survivor ranks to actually appreciate this change of pace. For the occasion, she had done her hair into a gorgeous ponytail and put on the mask she received for the occasions, some time - that felt like ages - ago. To go with it, she mixed and matched some of her other outfits, taking a red top and blue jacket along with a blue denim skirt who left her lower legs and a bit of her right thigh exposed, partially showing off her tatoo on the latter, and finally, a pair of sandals. She liked how the contrasts between red, blue and gold turned out, and decided to face the upcoming trials with this.

Father Campbell's chapel, Crotus Prenn asylum

Kate felt a bit tense. Despite her hopeful and optimistic personality, she had to admit that the last few trials were horrendous. The Clown had once again went after her for the entirety of a trial, then left to die on the ground by Ghostface on the next one. Her friends forced to abandon her against the Ghoul, too enraged to have any mercy for her poor soul. And then she faced a killer she had never met before, a corpse trapped inside a machine calling himself the Animatronic. She was always lost against new Killers. He caught her off guard a few times, moving through strange doors scattered across the trial grounds. And for once she didn't let him catch her like this, she remembered, the hard way, that she couldn't outrun a throwing axe. She could still feel the saws of that twisted machine he summoned ripping through her flesh and bones...

She needed to calm down. Waking up into the circus facing the chapel, next to Maurice the three eyed horse, was already a good start for that, given her love for horses. She started working on the nearest generator, trying to forget about the recent events. The sight of Nea, limping towards her and clutching her stomach, distracted her from those thoughts.

"Deep wound ? Are we up against one the folks from the Legion ?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend is stabbing anyone who tries to get in the chapel..."

After hearing that, Kate rushed inside the chapel, ignoring Nea who just throws a middle finger in her direction before starting to mend herself.

Kate was still embarrassed that her relationship with Frank Morrison wasn't as much of a secret as she intended. At least, her fellow survivors didn't mind that much, as long as he was distracted from his killer "duties" by her. Apart from that, her unlikely romance with the young leader of the Legion was among the few things that kept her going through the Entity's endless torture, their genuine love and care for eachother fueling her hope.

So the idea of seeing him after a few rough trials already helped her feel better. And there he was, sitting in one of the chapel's benches. His face was covered by his mask specifically made for the current celebration, a mix of black, blue and gold, including a golden monstruous grin and "SMILE" written in golden letters on the forehead. With that, he was wearing a black and gold jacket with a burgundy hood, along with black pants. He was holding a knife with a golden blade, apart from a few bloodstains. He suddenly stands up in a way Kate recognized too well : he was tensed, just like her.

"When are you fuckers going to- Oh..."

His angered voice softens instantly when he realizes it's Kate in front of him. "It's you, birdie..."

"Hey Frank. Watcha doing ? I heard you don't let anyone get inside."

"Oh, yeah. I wanted the place just for you and me."

Kate's heart jumped into her chest. "Just for you and me ? Why ?"

"I don't know if it's just me, but it's weird how it's called a masquerade and we don't even get to dance."

"I...suppose ? But what does that have to do with-"

"I thought maybe we could...fix that together ?"

Kate's heart made another jump in her chest. Dancing ? With Frank ? She wanted this in so long, but never got to. He claimed that he sucked at dancing. But now there he was, holding out his hand for her to take. Which she happily does.

"Oh, Frankie... I'd love to. But, I thought you were a bad dancer ?" She raises an eyebrow.

"I guess it's never too late to learn... I'm trusting you to guide me through it, though..."

"Of course..." She was smiling widely. She loved it when he went out of his way to make her happy.

So the two lovers started spinning around with eachother into a slow, musicless waltz. It was awkward at first, but under Kate's guidance, Frank became more comfortable with his moves, making the dance more nuanced and more...alive... He starts performing bolder moves, like making her spin around or leaning her back, only supporting her with one arm. At some point, he does the latter with a twist : holding onto her exposed thigh to lift her leg as he leans forward onto her. They make eye contact through their masks, and Kate sees clearly into his mind.

"Oh Frankie... I know what you're thinking. We can't do that. Not here. Not now..."

He lets out a slight chuckle in response "You say that every time, babe, and yet-"

"I'm sorry sugar, I'm just...not in the mood for this. Not right now..."

"Ok..."

He lets out a soft sigh, a mix of disapointement and understanding. Because as much as he had a dirty mind, Frank still had compassion, especially for his lover.

"Let's just keep dancing, then."

Frank gets the both of them right back up and they resume their waltz. After a while. Kate leans closer to him, softly kissing the grin engraved on his mask. This left him confused.

"You know, if you want a kiss, you can just lift up my mask."

"I know. But you're not the only one who gets to tease..." She replies with a smirk.

"Alright, I see how it is..."

He lifts up his mask high enough to have his mouth accessible, before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The two lovers lose themselves into their embrace until they hear a giggle above them. They look up to see none other than Tryks herself watching them, floating near the ceiling, which left Kate embarrassed and Frank angry.

"How long have you been watching us ?!" he said.

"I've watched the whole thing. You two lovebirds are so cute together, I'll never get enough of it. But at least I'm certainly more discreet than these ones..."

Tryks points towards a doorway leading outside the chapel, where David and Meg where standing. The former didn't really seem happy, because of how protective he is of Kate, with whom he developped a sibling-like bond, while the latter seemed neutral.

"Nea went to puke when you started kissing." Meg says nonchalantly.

Frank and Kate find themselves laughing a little bit at the situation. It wasn't the first time they were caught in eachother's arms. And it certainly won't be the last...

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It's really nice that BHVR makes those little things. Welcome back Maurice !

And Kate on the spotlight once again, especially with the realm's goodest boy, love to see it

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Kate : Ugh, I should've known those stupid machines are always rigged...

Frank : Wait, lemme try sweetie. Which one do you want ?

Kate : The little pirate fox.

Frank, wrapping his fist in his sleeve : You might want to step back a bit...

Kate : Frankie, no !

Cut to Frank removing some glass shards from his arm while Kate hugs both him and her new Foxy plushie.

There's just something about that new trailer for the Fnaf chapter, especially how Kate was hanging around the pizzeria.

She seemed to have a genuine good time watching the animatronics show right before Springtrap attacks her

And then there's that claw machine bit. She got really mad. I guess she really wanted a stuffed animal.

BHVR did wonders with this trailer. The fact they made unique animations for these is insane

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There's just something about that new trailer for the Fnaf chapter, especially how Kate was hanging around the pizzeria.

She seemed to have a genuine good time watching the animatronics show right before Springtrap attacks her

And then there's that claw machine bit. She got really mad. I guess she really wanted a stuffed animal.

BHVR did wonders with this trailer. The fact they made unique animations for these is insane