#'other than the dweets' you mean other than the one dweet

[jakebark]

Other than the Dweets, have you made friends with any of the other survivors?

They count? I’ve been here for a while—I’ve made plenty of friends. Like Quentin and—the cat Dwight, and, uh… uh… hm.

...Ouch.

[ask-the-dweets]

Updated little cowboys, remember back when I said I’d never draw them because their outfits were a pain? hah ha hah welp that ship has long since sailed and I only drift farther and farther into cowboy hell

And this universe only gets more and more detailed, so anyways it’s mainly just a rehashing but if you guys wanna read about the cowboy Dweets I’ll dump some info under the read more

There’s more RDbD content over at @reddeadbydaylight too!

AND if you want even more RDbD content, there’s also AO3!

Some base AU lore:

This technically isn’t a true AU, the Dweets are still in the fog and have just been taken into a different realm by a different Entity where their memories were wiped and they live their lives in a western setting. When they die they come back to life the following day, and with each death they start to regain their memories. Depending on how they died they likely remember their deaths too. Until they’ve died too many times and are sent back to their respective campfires or realms.

This realm is extremely similar to that of Red Dead Redemption 2, however there can be extra towns and places that are not in the game

The Entity that runs the show of the western Red Dead by Daylight realm is Deadeyes ( @/deadeyesrealm)

Since the survivors and killers in this world have had their memories wiped they’re often given false memories to help them make sense of the world they live in, these slowly fade as they regain their true memories. 

They’re also given skills and knowledge to live in a western setting

Some Base Dweet lore:

Known as the Fairfield brothers around their town of Strawberry, it’s home base for the three of them, though it’s rare for Eugene or Paisley to stick around for too long as their jobs involve travelling a lot. 

As far as they’re aware they’re triplets at the age of 25, of course this isn’t really the case but false memories sure do be something.

Their names: Paisley, Finley, and Eugene are their middle names. Their first names are all Dwight, they assume this is a cruel joke by their parents (which are never seen in this world)

Each of them still favour their signature colours and outfit styles, some more begrudgingly than others 

Being three working men all living (for the most part) under one roof, they aren’t poor.... but due to their terrible luck they aren’t very wealthy either. Constantly having to fix wagons, glasses, saddles and so on really puts a dent in the wallet.

Paisley (Pizza)

Outfit: The Dwights are still inclined to wear their signature outfits from the fog. Pizza leans towards wearing yellows and reds because of this. He almost always has a hat, gloves, and his bandoliers as well.

Personality: Nervous and anxious easily, he’s rather cowardly and although he loves socializing with people he also has a hard time with it. A little too trusting of other people at times, he’s not always the best judge of character if they treat him nice. He also enjoys being helpful and being noticed for it, he will help around if he can.

Skills: An absolutely amazing marksman and quickdraw. You would assume his aim is poor due to his clearly poor vision (glasses) but he has a deadeye ability that lets him hit his mark 100% of the time. He’s good with most gun types but best with rifles and revolvers. Pretty much any and all of his skills revolve around guns. (ie. deadeye, quickdraw, gun spinning, very quick reloading, gun care, etc.)

Weaknesses: Cowardly, spooks easily. He’s a poor liar and wears his emotions on his sleeve. Meaning he’s a terrible accomplice and can also be rather easy to manipulate at times.

Likes: Socializing with others, his guns (or really guns in general), cats, praise, being useful and helpful

Dislikes: Being and working alone, cacti, cruel/immoral people, sounds of the wilderness (he jumpy)

Occupation: A bounty hunter/ hired gun, people normally come to him with work rather than the other way around. It’s rare that he seeks it out himself. When he’s not traveling for work he helps Finley forage and craft around the office or helps Eugene with his trade routes. He also collects useful things for Finley when he can while he’s travelling.

Home: Paisley’s home base is the shared home in Strawberry. Outside of that he does not have another place to stay and often just camps or stays at inns when he travels. He can be away from Strawberry for months at a time (rarely but it does happen) 

Horse: 

♀Astra, the chestnut tovero mustang. 

Easy going and quite polite, she doesn’t spook easy and is very loyal. It’s not too hard to earn her trust and you could ride her without her knowing you, she’ll only show a bit of attitude.

Extra info: 

Despite his main thing being guns he does not like shooting and/or killing people and would much rather avoid it altogether if he can.

If he does have to shoot someone he normally aims for extremities that wouldn’t kill them. Feet, hands, legs, arms, maybe a shoulder. Or will simply disarm them by shooting the weapon out of their hand.

He is interested in pretty much anything gun related and knows a variety of skills involved with them. 

Not only is he a sniper but he can dual wield his pistols

He’s also a very quick draw thanks to lots of practice

Can do a ton of different gun spins, he can spin his rifles a little too but mainly his revolvers and other hand guns

He can also reload, reassemble and dismantle a gun very quickly

Of course with his obsession for guns, he collects them. He has his main 4 weapons and most likely a few more dismantled guns in his saddle bag if he earned them on his travels. He also has a small collection back in his room at home.

He’s happy to sell, trade, and even give away the guns that aren’t his daily drivers

Though he is obsessed with guns and is very skilled with them, he is not much of a show off. He can be caught spinning his guns around sometimes but he rarely shows off his skills for attention. Too many people have been jealous and mean about it.

Paisley has also been learning how to play the guitar, he received one as a reward and decided to keep it rather than sell it. He only knows a couple songs and can’t really just jam but he’s been enjoying it.

In a similar fashion he can make a beat with his guns by shaking, hitting, cocking, loading and unloading, etc.

He’s a decent hunter as long as he can use his guns. He mainly hunts small game as he’s not very knowledgeable about the care and prep of larger game.

Finley (Fancy)

Outfit: The Dwights are still inclined to wear their signature outfits from the fog. Finley tends to wear nicer clothing with accents of pink, vests are very common as well. 

Personality: Very friendly and social, he likes to visit and chat with others but is okay to busy himself around his home too. At the same time though he’s very insecure and although he’s friendly to others he never feels like he’s doing enough and has a hard time believing people genuinely like him. He really doesn’t like being pushed around or mistreated and due to his kindness people have tried to pull fast ones on him. He is rather lenient but will put his foot down if absolutely necessary. Especially if it affects others negatively.

Skills: Well he’s a doctor for one, so naturally he can identify wounds and ailments with varying degrees of success. He can identify herbs and understands their medical value and how to prepare them, and can craft soaps and perfumes. He is also very skilled with horses and horse riding, and has taught Sable many things.

Weaknesses: He desperately seeks approval from everyone and has a bad habit of overworking himself and ignoring his own needs as a result. Wanting to be kind to everyone he can be far too forgiving and friendly, luckily this doesn’t normally bite him in the ass thanks to his occupation.

Likes: Socializing with others, cats, horses, riding and racing, Being helpful and useful, praise, cute and pretty things (ie. flowers, animals, artwork, etc.)

Dislikes: Being talked down to or bossed around, rich snobby tourists, loud noises (gunfire, shouting, etc.), very large loud groups of people

Occupation: A doctor, the front portion of his home is the doctor's office where he examines and patches up patients (if he’s not traveling to their homes). He also has a shop front for selling herbs, soaps, perfumes, and shelf medicine.

Home: The main owner and occupant of the large house in strawberry. The front of the building is used for his job while the back and upstairs are the living quarters. The upstairs has the brother’s three bedrooms as well as a small lounging area. Finley’s room is a largest with a rather nice bed since he is there almost all the time.

Horse:

♀Sable, the chestnut turkoman. 

An extremely finicky horse and Finley's whole world, he loves her to bits. She’s very temperamental for anyone who isn’t Finley and has been likened to a demon/hellspawn. She’s very clingy to Finley and knows many cool tricks, unfortunately nobody else can benefit from them. She is also very fast and loves galloping full speed and doing obstacle runs.

Extra info:

Since Finley mainly stays in Strawberry and only travels on the rare occasion he busies himself with hobbies

- Foraging his own materials and herbs - Making his own ointments and salves - Crafting soaps and perfumes - Learning to play the bass and piano - Horse riding and racing

He does actually enjoy traveling too and likes to try new things but doesn’t often get the chance, though he likes Strawberry he does crave adventure sometimes

Cooking isn’t really a hobby. He’s decent at it, especially since he’s a home-body but he tends to practice other things rather than his cooking skills.

He is an absolutely horrid fisher, for whatever reason his terrible luck really shows with fishing. He’s highly likely to fall in the water, lose the rod, snap the line, and various other things.

He’s surprisingly decent at bow fishing though

Finley has the worst luck imaginable, if something goes wrong it’s highly likely to go wrong in the worst way possible

He takes care of the three Strawberry cats, he’s not the only person in town who does this but they do often follow him around and seek him out for attention. He named them Cammy, Dilly, and Minty

If he were to die enough to remember he was called Fancy back at the campfire, he would still ask to be called Finley because he doesn’t really like the nickname Fancy

Eugene (Elf)

Outfit: The Dwights are still inclined to wear their signature outfits from the fog. Eugene wears red and green colours and has an inclination to sweaters and ponchos. Once he realized why he was inclined to wear these outfits he did try to wear something else but unfortunately he gets unreasonably uncomfortable in non-christmassy clothing. He doesn’t really complain much about it but can be noticeably irritated if someone brings it up.

Personality: Not as talkative as the other two but still friendly and does still enjoy socializing. He’s tired a lot of the time and can be a little irritable but he isn’t one to blow up in someone’s face without good reason. He’ll take shit from others but only in the way that he’ll be quiet and death glare, if you’re being rude to him or his friends/family don’t expect him to do anything for you.

Skills: Great stealth and good at hand-to-hand combat, he can surprise people with his strength if they expect him to be like most Dwights. As a hunter he is a good mark with his bow and a decent trapper. He also knows how to prepare a carcass, tan hides, and smoke/preserve meats. He can also craft his own arrows.

Weaknesses: He carries a lot of self doubt that has him making poor decisions sometimes. He’s also tired pretty much all of the time and if he’s not working he’s probably resting. When he sleeps he’s dead to the world.

Likes: helping others and being useful, praise, cats, socializing with others, quiet calm mornings, coffee, relaxing, a cozy fireplace

Dislikes: inescapable heat, storms, conceited people, his outfits, jingling sounds

Occupation: A hunter, trapper and trader. He hunts up in the mountains and crafts goods to sell to near and far buyers. Sometimes he does these trade routes himself, sometimes he gets outside help. He also collects useful things for Finley when he can.

Home: Eugene has a room in the Strawberry home where he stays during the colder months when the mountains are too dangerous to stay in. During the warmer months he lives in his mountain cabin, coming down every now and again for supplies or to drop off goods.

Horses:

♂Beau, the bay roan ardennes. 

A horse that’s built like, and rides like, a tank. He’s not fast nor is he very agile but he’s nothing if not reliable. Extremely mild mannered, there’s virtually no way you can spook this horse…. Or get him to move if you don’t know his commands.

♀Noelle, the raven black shire.

Massive and very strong, another tank that’s very reliable. She’s mainly used for pulling Eugene’s wagon but she is also rideable. Tacking her up and mounting her can be a struggle simply because of her size. She is very loving and can be easily won over with treats and pats. Just be prepared for a huge horse head bumping you around for attention.

Extra info: 

Eugene is the first to die and start remembering the fog, he dies many times before the other two. The mountains and trading is a rough business.

Eugene isn’t quite as sad or mad as he is around the survivor campfire, and although he’s irritable it’s still relatively difficult to provoke him.

He’s a little more agreeable and patient than he is in the fog. Of course that doesn’t mean he’ll take your shit if you push him.

He’s not against hurting others if they’ve proven themselves to be dangerous in a life/livelihood threatening sort of way.

Since outlaws like to hide in the mountains he has helped a few shelter in the cold and has also cleared some out. He’s even turned in some bounties if he could be bothered.

He’s not working all of the time and has a few hobbies he busies himself with.

He has a harmonica that he enjoys playing on his down-time

He also enjoys whittling wood, and wood carving

Eugene hates jingling sounds, so much so that he does not wear spurs. He’s even put leather straps around some of the metal loops on the horses tack to make them jingle less.

this has the bonus effect of helping make him even more stealthy, though that was not the initial goal

[experimentity]

I posted 691 times in 2022

That's 691 more posts than 2021!

394 posts created (57%)

297 posts reblogged (43%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ji-woon-theidiot

@facesofthefog2

@the-entity-child

@ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god

@facesofthefog

I tagged 486 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#exy - 459 posts

#dead by daylight - 432 posts

#the entity - 340 posts

#the experimentity - 326 posts

#bass - 68 posts

#dbdbeachevent2022 - 63 posts

#ji-woon hak - 55 posts

#the entitys - 54 posts

#entitys - 38 posts

#entities - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#exy isn't as uptight as a lot of the older entitys he's more like that really cool older guy who keeps up with trends

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Countdown

Exy looks up from his notepad, “Ah yes it looks like the beach realm is coming along nicely.”  “60 days till the Beach Party, killers, survivors, and misc within the fog are all invited as long as they behave.” Exy continues to make notes. “Feel free to spread this info around to the various killers and campfires.” the Entity shrugs. 

-------------------- OOC MUN: Getting closer to June 1st. Super excitement... Bunch of set up already done in the background. Please reblog and keep up the hype and share with the DBD blog community. I’m looking forward to seeing what everybody comes up for the event. More Information about in universe event details to come when we get closer to the event. 

30 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#4

“So you’re the entity..? I uh kinda expected something more- ‘monstrous’” Yoichi rubbed the back of his neck unsure.

@askyoichiasakawa

Exy smiles "Ahh Mr. Asakawa.. What a pleasure to formally meet you." "Well my current shell is a bit more friendly than my older one. " he chuckles. "It kind of looked like what you would call a shark, a spider, and a dragon all mixed into one creature." he sounded nostalgic. "I haven't worn that form in a while." "I hope this shell is to your liking, I worked very hard on it." he smiled. @askyoichiasakawa

34 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#3

Exy gets his own blog.

“I’ve decided that I was most amused with my recent physical manifestation.” Exy nods thoughtfully. “So now I am going to start my own ask box. Avail yourself of my wisdom.” Exy is the Entity who owns, @askgogglessteve, @silent-daylight-james and @dbd-ghostface-roman​ meaning he is strongly related to those characters and is always looming in their backgrounds.

(Welcome to The ExperimEntity’s ask blog, for more info check out the FAQ/Rules page  this in character ask blog is primarily text. The lovely image in this first post was done by the amazingly wonderful @hugs-and-stabbies​. The beach outfit done by @frank-a-mori-son​)

37 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

I recommend the other Entities that you don't have a romantic relationship with already!

Wine Aunt (ask the entity lovecraften god), Lucas (little monsters entity), Howl (jakebark), Dwi (ask the dweets), NTT (ntt entity)

And any others I may have missed!

Exy looks up from a clip board... "I don't hate all these ideas.. but there are several that are just a big no."

46 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Do you play video games?

"I am aware of mortal forms of entertainment, but I have yet to partake in them." He says looking up from his note taking. "Maybe when I have some free time I will look into it." he shrugs.

98 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

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Exy is the most unique of my muses. Being mostly a completely unique creation with Entity powers and viewpoints pasted on top...

obviously being who and what he gives him more freedom than the other DBD characters.. But also binds him in other ways. Special thanks to @hugs-and-stabbies for her original visual design.. I love his gorgeous daddy aesthetic... Which really helped me inform his character in fun ways.

[hugsandharrifield]

fic idea! Steve has intrusive thoughts and doesn't know how to handle them so he distances himself because he's scared of hurting himself/others. really gritty now that i think about it but of course his knight in shining armor dweet will help

Sorry this took so long, I have had some really bad anxiety lately and this prompt was giving me some writers block lol. I don’t know if it’s good at all but I finally got something out of my head. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Dwight had finally cornered Steve, for almost a week now Steve had been avoiding him, he didn’t know why and it was really starting to stress him out.  They had been dating for at least 5 months at this point, all had seemed to be going well. At least as well as they could in the terrible place that was the Entity’s Realm.

He had followed him into the woods around the Campfire, a place where space was warped and bended. That if you entered by yourself no one other than the Entity could find you.  In order to follow someone in the woods you had to follow them when they entered and keep them in sight at all times. If you lost them.. they were gone, somewhere in the woods but unfindable by you.

So Dwight did that, he followed Steve who had been retreating to the woods after the trials instead of sitting at the Campfire like the rest of the survivors. It took a little bit of a chase, Steve seemingly attempting to lose Dwight but he also appeared to be tired and Dwight caught up with him anyways.

Dwight backed him up against a tree, not wanting him to get away. "Steve, what the hell is going on? Did.... Did I do something wrong?" Dwight's fear of failure and rejection bubbling to the surface.

Steve looked exhausted as if he hadn't gotten sleep in days, but he still was lucid enough to catch onto what Dwight was thinking. "What?! Oh god no.. Oh no... Dwight... I love you so much.. Just... no.."  he reached out to hug him but stopped himself short looking conflicted.

"If I didn't do anything wrong then why the hell are you avoiding me? And everybody else for that matter?"  Dwight was super frustrated and snapped a little. Steve looked like he had panic in his eyes. " I don't think I can tell you.. Not without you hating me."

Dwight put his hands on Steve's shoulders who was super tense and shaking feeling like he was about to bolt anytime. "Whatever it is, I won't hate you." Dwight looked very seriously into Steve's face. Steve kind of broke, his body sagged and he began to tell a story. Apparently he had been in a Trial with the Doctor about a week ago and something insane happened. The Doctor caught him, and instead of killing him brought him to a secret part of Léry's.  

Sometimes when the Doctor does very well for the Entity it rewards him, it gives him access to a space in his domain. A place to experiment, Dwight had actually heard about this before Jake, Nea, and Tapp had been dragged off by Herman too at some point.

They said that the time in the trial stopped when they were in the room and Herman was allowed to conduct horrible experiments upon them. Eventually like Steve they had been released.

Steve tells Dwight that Herman had connected him to machines and started digging the thoughts out of his head. Personal thoughts, scary thoughts, dark thoughts.. Herman was super pleased with these results. He was so pleased that he invited Steve to join him in his experiments, because given what he had found Steve was well on his way to finding his way to the truth of dark impulses or some such nonsense.

"What does that even mean?" Dwight interrupted.

"It means that he saw the things that I was thinking, horrible things Dwight." Steve cowered a bit "Like how sometimes the thought of drowning David in a pool of his own blood. Or how I keep thinking about what it would feel like to take Danny's knife and stab myself with it. Or  Ash is so annoying that I could just toss him into the Campfire.... or..."

Dwight held up his hand " I mean who hasn't considered murdering David or Ash."

"Dwight! it's not funny." Steve looked very serious.

"No it's not! Herman is a such a freaking egotistical prick and I am going to drop so many pallets on his head." Dwight sounded pretty angry.

"Listen Herman didn't put those thoughts in my head." Steve waved his hands trying to get the conversation back on track.

"No he didn't but I have a super important question for you handsome... Do you want to do any of those things you are thinking about? Like do you actually want to do them?" Dwight gave him a serious look.

Steve looked confused for a sec and then said "Of course not why do you think I have been avoiding you and everybody else?"

"Haven't you had thoughts like that before?" Dwight calmly clearly trying to make a point.

"Yeah but...." Steve looked confused "Herman made it sound, I don't know like he expected me to be the next Killer or something. It was really convincing."

"This isn't really about the electrical freak, what did you do before this all happened when you had stray dark thoughts." Dwight was firmly steering the conversation now.

"I just kind of ignored them I guess, it's been worse now though since we've been here in this place." Steve shrugged looking kind of confused.

"I'd imagine the stress would make it worse. Listen sweetie, I've had my share of dark thoughts." Dwight admitted. "But bottling it up and hiding away ain't gonna fix that."

"But they are so horrible." Steve seemed beside himself. "Yeah but they are just thoughts, the mind is this thing that never shuts up. It's constantly throwing information our way. Sometimes that information isn't pleasant or even relevant. But I think that the mind itself can't help that. That our mind is a thought machine that doesn't have any real passive filters just active ones."  Dwight says as he walks behind Steve places his hands on his shoulders and begins to rub in tiny circles into his back.

"What does that mean?" Steve leaned back into Dwight listening to him talk.

"It means handsome, that you need to recognize those thoughts for what they are. Noise! and treat them accordingly. Like being in a room you can't escape with a screaming child or a loud annoying mechanical machine. You have to actively recognize that the thought doesn't really mean anything and let the thought drift off like they all do eventually."  Dwight kept kneading into Steve's back feeling his back muscles loosen slightly.

"I... Your probably right..." Steve mumbled starting to feel comfortable.

"It's okay good looking, I don't expect you to completely be over this all at once." Dwight encircled his guys waist from behind and leaned his head on Steve's shoulder. "Just, if you need to, come and talk to me okay?"

"God you're the best boyfriend!" Steve leaned his head back and kissed Dwight's cheek.

Dwight blushes, "Nope but your stuck with me anyways." he laughs a bit.

"Yeah I guess I am." Steve leans back and gives him another kiss.

[demo-makes-my-heart-surge]

henlo : ) can I trouble you for some ... Dwight, Evan and Herman Hcs with.... An exhausted s/o,,, like they go through phases of not being able to sleep at all to suddenly sleeping for 24 straight hours... ily

(Anything for u Gryff.... u babey.... sorry if these weren't that good, i tried my best to rush these because I heard you weren't doing so well. hope u get better bc like I said... u baby..)

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight is a heavy sleeper, so when he gets really exhausted he's gonna be out like a light, and possibly just think you sleep with him. He'll lay his head on your bicep, it's definitely his favorite place. He never thinks much of it if you move his head because you can't sleep, and you need to move around. He'll just think he moved in his sleep.

If you get dark circles under your eyes before you crash, he'll notice and shoot you worried looks. As a college kid who worked when he wasn't studying, and slept rarely, he could certainly acknowledge signs of sleep exhaustion. He would press you, asking you questions about how much sleep you got. If you refused to tell him, he would give you the sweetest puppy dog eyes, with his bottom lip sticking out. You have to tell him you're not sleeping.

When you DO crash, he's gonna freak the hell out. If you give no signs that you're asleep, such as snoring, or loud breathing, YEP, he's gonna bawl his eyes out thinking you're dead. It takes Claudette to say that you're just sleeping, just so he'll stop his crying. She'll guide his fingers over the pulse in your wrist just so he'll stay calm.

If you're out of the Fog, he's thinking about calling 911, while also vigorously searching google on how to check if someone's alive or just asleep. If your neck is ticklish, I'm so sorry. He's gonna be prodding his fingers into every crook in your neck to feel your heartbeat every 10 minutes or so. He's WORRIED, OKAY??

If it's not your first time doing it, and he's used to it, well he's still gonna be a worried mess. Expect you to be pulled into his lap, while one of his hands running through your hair, the other on your wrist to feel your pulse. 100 percent gonna silent cry a few times. He just misses you, that's all. You'll definitely have to change whenever you wake up, because you're gonna have Dweet tears all over your shirt.

Once you wake up, he'll be so excited!!!! He'll be like a puppy, attached to your side like velcro, kissing you all over. So what if you're a little stinky from sleeping for what seemed like an eternity!!! He doesn't care, you're his precious S/O and you will get all the kisses in the world because he loves you.

Evan MacMillan

He'll notice immediately when you're about to knock out. He's worked many a day and night in mines, so his old friends and even father used to show major signs of sleep exhaustion. He'll slowly watch you crash, only insisting once or twice that hey, maybe you should sleep before you crash. If you're too stubborn, he'll shrug his shoulders and go back to working on his traps, or chilling with you.

Once you crash, he's just gonna shrug his shoulders. WELL? He told you. He cradles you in his arms and sits down wherever he feels comfortable. You'll be laid in his lap like a baby. He'll still work on his traps, but make sure to not drip any sort of oil on your face. Sometimes he'll nap with you, not for very long, but he'll lay you out on his chest, and give you a goodnight kiss to the top of your head. You'll get his buff arms wrapped around you, so he's protecting you from the ground of wherever he chooses to lay down.

Due to his time period, he's not quite used to showing public affection. But while you're asleep, he feels less nervous. He's gonna lace your fingers in his, kissing your knuckles. Every part of your body will be kissed smooched and praised like the royalty you are to him. Maybe he doesn't show enough affection to you while you're awake. He prays you understand that he's just not a very affectionate person when eyes are on him. But when eyes are closed, you're his baby.

When you finally wake up, he'll go back to his normal gruff ways. He will, however, whisper a sweet "I love you" in your ear as a welcome back gift, paired with a kiss on the lips. He loves when you sleep for hours in the future. He'll even take extra precaution to put bear traps around every entrance so no one can hurt you if he happens to ever have to leave for a trial.

If he ever does have to go into a trial, though, and you are in it still asleep, oh lord. You'll IMMEDIATELY be put on his shoulder, flung over as carefully as he could. He tucks your head into his neck, so you can't hear much. Oh yeah. It's Agitation time. Let's just say your teammates aren't gonna be so fond of you for a few days after that trial. He always makes sure to shove you down the hatch. So what if he gets punished by the Entity. No way he's gonna wake you up with a hook in your back.

Herman Carter

Herman Carter, as we know. Is a bastard. He's gonna watch you exhaust yourself, as he has worked with exhausted people before. After 16 hours of no sleep, he will start asking you questions about yourself, who you WERE before you came into The Fog. Tired people don't lie. He will not shoot you concerned looks, he will watch you intently. Out of love or out of fascination? Who knows. He MAY even try to keep you awake longer, seeing how far he can push you. A jolt to your heart once your eyes start sinking under the tired weight. Whoopsie. He'll apologize, with a soft giggle, acting as if he didn't mean to do that. Spoiler alert, he did.

Once you finally crash, this man is not much of a better person than he once was. He's going to toy with you. Looking over your entire body, seeing where you're ticklish, what scars you have, if your body matches up to your story. Attaching a brain wave monitor to your skull to make sure you're not gonna wake up on him. He has the decency to wear rubber gloves, but honestly only to keep his electrodes down to not wake you. You'll be examined, clothes removed, your ENTIRE body.

Lie to him in his examination, you'll be punished in your next trial. He can always blame his anger in trials on the Entity.

If he catches you in a truth, however, he's gonna go easy on you. Pepper shocking kisses on your neck, dressing you gently to not disturb your sleep. A medical bed will be dragged into his study to lay you on as he studies your brain waves. What are you dreaming about, he'll wonder. If bored enough, he'll read a book from his shelves, laying you in his lap. He's noticed your brain waves are more active in this position, you're his little dreamer.

Once you wake up, life will continue as normal. He'll pretend as if you never slept in the first place, smiling at you and planting a kiss on your head. After all, it is only between him, his equipment, and your sleeping body that you're his little lab rat.

[brigirl3]

A Trial Story! Please give me feedback ;w; ( DBD )

I always overthink everything so I started this draft because I was fed up with myself.  Please let me know what your thoughts are.  I am currently on the fence if I should continue this or not...

Think of this as chapter 1 I suppose :s

The entity is a hard thing to understand, one minute it’s pitting its victim against each other and then the next they are granted hours to do as they please.  Without any known way to escape this hell, both the killers and survivors are forced to play this twisted game.  Or so that’s what they think, no one is really sure what is out there.  

On the far side of the twisted rows or corn lay a barren field before giving way to a tall pine forest.  Here, the survivors come from time to time to de-stress and take in the sweet smells of the forest.  It is unknown how vast the entity’s world expands but it does have some nice areas surprisingly.  A soft fire began to cackle as a few gathered around to take in the warmth.  Claudette hugged her knees tightly looking into the flames, her expression was tight.  Unlike the others, who either chose to lie in the low hanging branches or cook food she wanted to be alone.  Finally having enough she quietly moved to find a better spot.  It took a bit to get far enough from the light so it wouldn’t be too bright but eventually she stumbled upon a neat little hideaway.  A patch of bushes giving a little leeway to an under path, crawling through it she found herself encased in a circular space surrounded by shrubbery.  Low hanging branches made for a soft roof with a leafy opening for the moonlight to hit her face.  Claudette was left speechless, all she could do was situate herself to stare up through the opening at the beautiful night sky.  “ I.. didn’t know the entity could create something like this..” she said to herself, barely as a whisper.  The sweet smell of the forest wafted around her as she continued to stare at the view, unaware that the lull of it all was getting to her.  

Back at the camp, the others continued to enjoy the scene together.  Meg cooked up the fish they caught by the fire and Jake hummed a tune under his breath as he brought back the fire wood he collected.  David told stories of his fights in various bars and tidbits of his previous life before the entity claimed him.  His stories were riveting and never failed to entertain, a few were gathered around but Cheryl was especially drawn in as per usual.  Bill and Dwight were on the side having a private discussion, sharing notes about what they found within the Entity.  “ Francis came back from the South, no matter how far he went it didn’t seem to end,” said Dwight, his expression was a cross between fatigue and frustration.  “ Quentin basically reported the same thing,” Bill let out a long sigh, “ So is it safe to assume that this place doesn't have walls outside the trials?”  Dwight placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder, “Unfortunately, but we can’t give up.  Let us rest up for tonight, have fun and enjoy our fellow survivors before we are summoned.” With a final nod they both rejoined the rest of the group, just in time as Meg called out the food was ready. 

The group gathered together to enjoy a nice meal, everyone was content as the smell of freshly cooked fish filled the air. “ You seem to be opening up a bit more now Cheryl.” Meg chuckled a bit before handing a blushing Cheryl her portion, “ I am glad that someone is helping you warm up to us~” Meg glanced in David’s direction who was too busy not paying attention.   “So anything new Dwight?” Meg looked up, a small sliver hope in her eyes.  Dwight choked on his fish at the sudden change of topic, “Um. Unfortunately no, our original plan to try and find the perimeter was a bust.  There doesn’t seem to be one.”  A moment of silence fell over the group, only the sound of the fire cackling and chewing continued.  “ .. We are going to die here aren't we..?”  “Cher-,” Jake was cut off as Cheryl stood up beginning to yell, “ NO!! We are! There is no way out and we are forced to play this sick game!!” she began to breathe erratically, putting her hands on her neck as she let out several wheezing noises.  “ She is having a panic attack,” Jake got up to try and comfort her but she pushed him away, distrust was written all over her face.  “ Don't..- touch..”  Meg turned to David but he was already on it, “ Cheryl take deep breaths, it’s ok.  No need to work yourself up.”  He approached her cautiously before putting his hand on her shoulders to steady her.  “ Look at me, breathe.”  Her eyes locked with his, her hands relaxed from her throat as she synchronized her breathing with his.  Not before long she was back to normal, staring deeply into his eyes still matching his breath.  The fire illuminated their faces and made them seem so far away from everyone else.  Cheryl quickly looked away, she mumbled sadly, “ How can we be sure there IS a way out? What if there isn’t one?”  A look came across Dwight’s face but he quickly replaced it, “  If there isn’t a way out, then we will make one.  Don’t give up so easily, we keep fighting till the end.  We are survivors and we will keep going no matter what.”  “Hell yea Dweet!” Nea fist pumped the air in approval, a few others cheered in response.  The night carried on with a more upbeat vibe as the survivors forgot about their troubles and enjoyed each other’s company.

A sharp whale of a siren pierced the air startled the group, the sound was very familiar.  A warning that danger was coming a change of some sort, whether they moved or not was optional but who would choose to stay with potential danger?  The survivors hustled around, putting out the fire and gathering up the remaining food to take back to the main Fire.  Panic slowly took over the group as they left a mess in their wake.  Some of the food was left behind along with kicked up dirt and strewn logs that were meant to keep the flames going all night.    Before a matter of minutes they were gone, leaving behind a faint wisp of dying fire smoke.  Not even a few seconds after they left, a gangly figure appeared out of the darkness.  Her figure loomed over the fire and strewn pieces of food.  Letting out a high pitched noise she happily began to feast on the dirt fish.  “ Oh come on Lisa, you are better than that.”  Another figure appeared to the left of her, surveying the area.  “ It seems like we just missed our friends...”  Lisa didn’t respond, her attention was entirely on the delicious(?) meal in front of her.  God it had been so long since she had some fresh meat, she didn’t care if they were covered in freshly turned mud and twigs.  “ Slow down,” he said in a gruff tone, leaning down to snatch up the remaining fish.  “I can try to clean it for you.  Pretty sure there is a stream nearby if I remember correctly..?”  The only response he got was a snarl and a mean look, “ Come on you can’t be mad at me for looking out for you.”  He rolled his eyes, turning a fish in one hand, “ We will probably have to start this fire back up anyway to dry the fish, might as well hunt for more meat.”  At the mere mention of more food her expression softened and again, high pitched noises ensued; yet they sounded kinder.  She reached out a hand to touch his leg as a way to say thank you, surprised by her sudden gesture he jumped a bit only to compose himself quickly.  “Don’t start acting nice now that you want something..” he stood up and was quick to disappear with a few fish in hand, heading off in an unknown direction. 

There was darkness for a while.  Nothing was happening nor could anything be seen or smelt.  It went on like this for a while until moonlight appeared above, illuminating the dark.  All around there were hills, valleys that stretched on all around. The scenery was colored with a dim blue light, a steady sound of a stream could be heard.  Crickets chirped and the owls sang a melancholy tune.  Weirdly, trees appeared out of nowhere along with a steep drop where the water cascaded down into nothingness.  Inching closer and closer to the edge felt right, gravitating towards danger but there was no sense of fear or urgency by the ledge.  Looking down there was darkness, no light nor sound just black.  There was a strong urge to dive right in, so much so that it felt natural.  She didn’t know what to make of it but before she knew what was happening, she found herself falling head first into the abyss.  “ GUha!!”  Claudette jumped from her nap and made friends with a cute low hanging branch.  It smacked the shit out of her forehead nearly knocking her glasses off and knocked her flat on her back.  Dazed she stayed on the ground for a while, her head throbbing violently making it hard to concentrate or see straight.  A few minutes passed before she attempted to touch her forehead, the pain felt less and less with each touch.  The moonlight continued to shine brightly through the canopy opening, but nothing could be heard other than the sounds of the forest.  She held her breath listening hard for her friends.  After several minutes of silence, she came to the conclusion that she was either too far away or that everyone has settled down for the night.  With a sigh she slowly gathered to her feet only to be startled by a rustling sound.  She froze mid stance, not daring to call out to the unknown.  A figure started to part the bushes entering into, what she thought, was her private little getaway.  With a panicked motion, her feet began to back slowly until she could feel the leaves of one of the walls tickle her skin.  Using one of her legs, she rubbed the wall searching for the way she came in.  An arm was visible now and more was coming through the far side of the bush.  She felt her calf go from brushing up against leaves to being greeted with a cool gust of air.  Without hesitation she got on all fours and crawled out backwards quickly, checking to make sure the figure couldn’t see her.  As she escaped, she noticed huge brawny arms with tubes sticking out.  Just before its face could be seen, she could see a pair of milky eyes glowing coming closer and closer until it was in full view.  It was the Doctor, by the time he came all the way through, Claudette just barely made it through the under bush and dashed to one side of the opening.  She could hear his heavy breathing as he moved around a bit, as if he was searching for something.  “ …..” He was talking to himself but she couldn’t make out exactly what.  Regardless she cautiously began to make her way back to the campsite, it was this way right?

  God it was too dark to tell where she came from, she followed her gut and made a sharp right.  Several minutes passed and Claudette found herself going deeper and deeper into the forest.  This doesn’t seem right.. She felt like she was a lot further than she did when she found her napping spot.  A rapid gust of wind blew past her unexpectedly, the damn thing nearly pushed her over.  Hopping a few times forward in an attempt to not fall, she lost her battle with balance and tumbled down into a steady roll.  She felt gravity take her over a hidden drop straight into a cold lake.  

[bigpileofgarbage]

I saw we were talking about babies so I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM TOO!!!!

Dwight...wants kids? She TECHNICALLY can’t have them...but I give them to her anyway because I am nice. She doesn’t really like kids that aren’t hers though, they usually annoy her and she gets jealous of them even as a grown woman. But she tries really hard to be a good mom and give her babies all the love she can and to care for them the best she can. It just happens that she isn’t super good at it so really isn’t suited for having more than one or two babies....two is like...the absolute most she can have and be a successful parent and even that is a stretch! 

Mike doesn’t really...want kids at all. He has no desire to be a dad at all. But being a dirty uncle that lives in a van, that is super cool and he is all over that. However...when situations arise when he has a baby and can’t/doesn’t run away...he will give it the ole Sawdust try. He is about as good a dad as he is an uncle so...like...

Louis doesn’t want kids. The idea of being in charge of another human being and keeping them alive and safe scares him more than anything in the world HIM. Not only that, he doesn’t particularly like children either. They are loud and dirty and smell bad. Plus they are rude and throw things at him. Children are by no means his favorite thing in the world and has little to no interest in them...until his inTENSE mom instincts kick in. In situations where he ends up with a child in his care, whether it be his, or his bff’s baby niece, or what have you...when he feels he has responsibility or that if he doesn’t care for this kid then nobody will, he becomes a super dad and becomes super attached. It’s a bug scary world out there...gotta keep the babies safe.

Matt absolutely adores children. OH HOW HE LOVES THEM!!! He loves playing with them and goofing around with younger kids. Spoils them rotten, even kids that aren’t even his. He loves babies and knew he wanted to have kids for a while. Gosh you guys, when he has a baby of his own...that’s like...he was over the moon. So fucking happy.

Pretty Charlie is pretty MEH about kids. She likes them well enough, never really thought she would have one and was pretty ok with that. She could have gone her entire life without a baby and would have been perfectly happy. Never really plans on babies, but when they come...she is more than happy to bring them into the world and give them all the love she has. Very...go with the flow about it.

Perry does not like kids and does not want them. He doesn’t understand them. They don’t understand him. You might even say that he is suspicious of most of them. They are so small, it’s just not natural. That being said...baby dweet is pretty ok and the only exception to the rule and that is only because matt and pretty charlie forced her on him on many occasions so he grew to...understand her enough to almost enjoy her company.

Berrigan loves babies! He is ALL ABOUT THEM and raising them with all the love and support he can give! He has...bad genes though...makes monster babies...so he prefers to take care of OTHER people’s babies rather than having his own.

[overweirdos]

Random Headcanons of the Week #3

Hello, everyone! This time we decided to think about the reactions of some of our favorite characters to a prompt that we found a while ago and really enjoyed:

Reader: “May I ask you politely to slam me into the wall and make out with me?” 

Reinhardt

Actually, watch out how you phrase this question. Don’t say pin instead of slam because he will probably just charge at you and kill you instantly, not even realizing what he’s doing.

Reinhardt would be very sweet about it. He asks if you’re okay with it since you’re not exactly alone at the moment and people might be watching, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. “Anything I can do to make meinen Schatz happy!” he laughs as he carefully slams you against the wall. Well, you won’t have to worry about any spectators anyways; it’s probably way too hard to see what’s going on behind this lovely giant.

McCree

“Woah, there!” would probably be the first thing he says but, of course, he won’t leave it at that. He leans in a bit closer and asks you to repeat your question. “I ain’t sure if I understood ya correctly, darlin’. Could you say that again?” As you quietly repeat your question with a giant blush on your face, the smirk on his lips just grows bigger and bigger. He’ll definitely fulfill your desire. “Well, guess I can’t say no to that.”

Jack Morrison

He just stares at you for several seconds, slowly processing your words before he becomes extremely flustered. His face turns bright red and he has absolutely no idea what to say as you just keep staring at him unfazed. At some point, he would gather his courage and take a look around to make sure no one is watching the two of you. “I mean since you asked politely...why not?”

Gabriel Reyes

Your question is originally meant as a joke. You are sure that Gabriel must have noticed the tone in your voice but he just doesn’t care. At all. “Whatever you want,” he mutters with a smirk. He doesn’t even hesitate for one single second. There is absolutely no time for you to regret anything or retract your words. Contrary to Jack, Gabriel doesn’t care about being seen at all, he’ll make sure everyone knows you belong to him. 

Junkrat

He’s convinced that you reached a completely new level of telling jokes. He laughs it off but on the inside, he would love to grant your wish. However, he soon notices your determined expression and realizes that you’re far from joking. “Wait, for real?” “Yes, for real!” His face is adorned by the largest grin as he leaves you no room to breathe for the next few minutes.

Hanzo

This poor man is just so confused when you ask him. Why would you want that, especially in public? Where you going crazy? You two barely show any affection outside one of your rooms so this is a completely new topic for him. Hanzo just stares at you for a while, it feels wrong but he still kind of wants to comply with your request. However, he takes his time so you have to take matters into your own hands. In the end, Hanzo is the one getting slammed into the wall and receiving kisses all over his face. It takes him a while but he will be glad to return those. 

Genji

You will definitely need to reassure him that it’s okay. Because of his past as a notorious playboy, he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re just one of many others; he wants you to know that you’re special and the most precious thing in his life. “I know, love. Don’t worry about it! Now come on, I asked you politely, didn’t I?” you tell him. He lets out a small giggle and starts kissing you intimately, still wanting this to be a cherished moment.

Mei

Since both of you are usually pretty shy, this question absolutely catches her off guard. With flushed cheeks, she asks if you are really sure about this. As you answer in the affirmative, Mei quickly builds an ice wall to shield the two of you from any unwanted spectators. However, you still are the one who has to take the initiative. 

Sombra

She decides to use her abilities to make sure no one would interrupt you. Automatic doors? Hacked and closed. Lights? Hacked and off for the next fifteen minutes. Surveillance cameras? What surveillance cameras? But of course, before things start getting heated, there’s an important question. “Are we talking about making out or making out?” she questions cheekily. “If we’re gonna do it, we better do it right, don’t you think?”

D.Va

Hana simply grins at you, offering a deal: “Sure thing, yeobo! But only if you beat me at Street Fighter!” You stare at her confusedly. It is impossible to beat her at any video game; she could just say no if she isn’t feeling like it. But things turn out quite differently: you win. Or rather, someone lets you win. “You know, you could have just said yes without this whole ordeal, Hana!” “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” she responds as she puts away the controller and starts making her way over to you.

Pharah

She sends you an emotionless gaze for a few seconds before frantically looking around and making sure no one is watching. She wouldn’t admit it but she had a really bad day at work and is more than glad that you asked. From time to time, Pharah really needs a small make-out session to relieve the stress. Who doesn’t? 

Mercy

Angela seems barely fazed by your question even though her cheeks are taking on a slightly rosy tint. She smiles warmly at you and would agree but she notices a lot of Overwatch suddenly running around. “Why don’t we take this somewhere private later? Seems like a team just got back from a mission so I’ll have to take a look at them, okay?” You nod and she gives you a quick peck on the lips before walking away to the infirmary. The busy doctor will definitely fulfill your wish later in the evening.

Widowmaker

She doesn’t care about any possible bystanders at all. You want a make-out session, you’ll get a make-out session. However, she’s not really sure if she’s doing it right. Amélie needs a surprising amount of reassurance on that topic, she never really knows how to interpret all these feelings inside her or read her partner’s emotions. She has trouble actually telling if you’re enjoying this or not so make sure to tell her.

Bonus: Bastion

The three glasses of red wine affect you in a weird way: the fact that you ask Bastion to make out with you speaks volumes. Bastion lets out a puzzled beep, awkwardly patting your back with one of his arms. Of course, you realize your mistake after a few minutes. “Right, sorry. You’re...you don’t even have a mouth, sorry. Shit, I apologize, Bastion.” The robot reassures you with an understanding dweet.

[ask-the-dweets]

[killer!Fancy] [killer!Elf]

Last but not least! Pizza! :D And with that all three killer designs are done!

God having three of them always makes me have to do triple the work x_x but I love all of the killer Dweets!

I tried really hard to make all three of them very different from each other without being influenced by other people’s killer designs for Dwight. I hope you like them all!

Also holy crap designing the perk/drawing the perk images was by far the hardest and most time consuming part of each of their refs. We’re talking like at least an hour taken per perk I swear x_x That’s what it felt like anyways

As per usual, click the read more for more info on this boy.

Dwight “Pizza” Fairfield “The Chef”

Weapon: 

Pizza Cutter

Powers: 

Cooking time

Lockers are turned into “Ovens”

You can visibly see the lockers lit and smoking through the slats when they are on

Lockers cannot be entered without taking time to turn them off

Pizza can travel between lit Ovens (they will be turned off when he does)

“Ovens” turn back on on their own

Pizza can turn a locker back on by checking it himself

If you are inside a locker while it turns on you gain 2 notches in your cooking meter and scream

Hot to the touch

Pizza exerts extreme heat  that affects interactable objects within his radius

the closer he is to them, the quicker they get hot

Making him an anti-loop killer (which is good for him because he’s terrible at loops)

Touching a hot object will give you a notch in the cooking meter

When your cooking meter is full that means you’re ready to serve to the Entity! Don’t get caught or Pizza has a special mori just for you~ (AKA he has a built in mori)

When outside of Pizza's terror radius your cooking meter will slowly decrease

Perks:

Trial by fire

The first time a survivor interacts with a generator, chest, or totem in a match they will scream.

No safe hiding place

Nearby lockers are revealed to you by aura, you can see when the doors open and close. Survivors inside the locker are oblivious, this effect lasts 30s after leaving the locker

Watch them bleed

after a survivor is healed from the dying state they are broken for 60s

Mori(s):

Pizza has two moris, one that he uses normally and the other when the survivor’s cooking meter is full (Like Sadako’s condemnation)

Regular mori: Pizza heats up his hands, creating an aura of visible heat before applying it to the survivor's chest making them burst into flames

Cooking meter mori: You're ready to be served! He slices quickly with his pizza cutter before cutting you with the pizza cutter spike

General info:

He created a new persona for himself that conforms to the Entity’s wishes without a second thought, his old self is (maybe) in there but it’s doubtful anyone would see it

The Entity wants pizzas so that’s what he’ll do. Survivor pizzas specifically.

Despite that he doesn’t really make Pizzas, he just cooks the survivors alive

Comes off as cheery and excited most of the time, especially when he’s performing well in a trial

Though if he is doing poorly he may be manic and ragey, basically throwing a tantrum in the middle of a trial

His whole body, other than his face, is covered in serious burns. Though it doesn’t seem to bother him in his movements

He basically worships the Entity and gave it his legs in a test of his faith

The burns were for his ‘ignorance’ or so he says

You can talk to him outside of a trial as he is mostly calm when nothing is asked of him, but if he were told to kill you in that moment he would do it without hesitation

Most of what he would say would be rather disturbing or nonsensical anyways as he can’t be reasoned with, isn’t sympathetic and is generally detached from everything.

Pizza’s body was actually not altered in build or height, but due to his missing feet he is 5”9’ as a killer (1 inch shorter)

His pupils are white and reflective, making it rather creepy to look at him directly

His burns are perpetually warm to the touch and normally steam/smoke when not in a trial

When in a trial he had about a 2inch layer of burning heat around him that will burn on contact, touching his skin is much the same if not worse

With extreme emotions his smoking skin can even spark and flicker with fire, in some cases he can even breathe fire

Outside of a trial he doesn’t have the radius of heat but can still create fire and make himself hot if needed

If the Entity told him to jump of a cliff he would

[jakebark]

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It was quite a sight, watching someone else wade through the glowing water, a trail following behind them and fading in the rippling wake. Fancy was lit from above by the silver moon and from below by the luminescent water. It looked sort of stupidly fantastical the way nothing ever really did here.

“Or algae, or something. Something alive and… tiny,” Jake said. “At least in real life… here? Who knows.” He pulled his gaze away from Dwight and towards the horizon. It still didn’t look proper, like most things didn’t, but the warm breeze and smell of salt in the air were nice enough. They felt real. Jake closed his eyes and breathed in and out slow, forgetting for a moment that he was still in a place of danger—and still with someone else.

Water splashing against his back and side made him turn around, reminding him of his present company, and he grinned. “Don’t start a fight you can’t win, Fancy,” he said, raking his fingers through the water before scooping it with both hands to splash it up at Dwight, sending a glittering spray his way, followed by a second in quick succession.

Despite his playing, his guard still was up… somewhat. He was a lot less worried than Dwight was, but that didn’t mean there absolutely wasn’t anything out here, especially in the water where it was hard to see beneath the surface. It was on land, though, where he swore he saw movement out of his peripherals and glanced over, trying to make his brief investigation as subtle as possible. His eyes flickered along the tree line for any changes, but he saw none. Just water, and sands, and greenery, all disappearing into the shadows of a jungle or up the side of a cliff face.

He wasn’t sure what it was that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He hadn’t actually seen anything, but there was a sudden, instinctive feeling in his gut that drew his expression to a more alert one, yellow eyes now more obviously flitting along the beach. The wrong feeling got stronger, like the pressure in the air had snapped and given way, and Jake was feeling it. He glanced briefly at Fancy to see if the other man was feeling it, or if it was just paranoia getting to him.

Then he saw it, whatever it was. A dark shape on the edge of the palm trees, half hidden by broad-leafed plants and bushes, that shifted slightly. Jake could see faint moonlight reflect off of the thing. Whatever it was, it was definitely organic, alive, and it was definitely looking at them. Jake stopped moving, eyes on the shape and trying to pick out what the hell it might be. “Dwight,” he said, voice suddenly quieter, more careful. “Under the trees, where we came in. There’s something there.” Shit, where were they supposed to run? He only knew the one way out—there might be another, but he didn’t know a path or how to navigate the jungle as a whole. Shit.

[ask-the-dweets]

*As the three Dwight's return from a trial they seriously want nothing more than to just heat up by the fire. However, as they return back to the survivor camp, they find a present near the campfire. It's addressed to all three of them.* *Opening it, they find a singular item inside, a cell phone. Turning it on, it suddenly starts to ring and it almost spooks Fancy as he was the one holding it. The Caller ID says "Answer me Now.". As Fancy answers the phone a familiar voice comes over the speaker.* "Hey you opened it, nice. Alright sweet, but so I gotta make this brief. So please just listen for now." *He doesn't state his name but the Dweets know its Max.* "So I gotta make this quick cause the Entity doesn't enjoy connections they don't have control of. So, this phone only has one contact and that's me. When you call me, it establishes a connection to me at my home. You cannot come here unless you're connected so maintain the call if you guys every wanna visit.. It's cold out so.. I figured that sounds like a nice gift.. plus it works year round so! Anyway, I'm also inviting you guys to a Christmas Party on Christmas. Gonna have a feast, some Christmas Movies and I managed to construct a fire place in here. You can bring anyone you want, just make sure to keep them close when walking to here. Alright, hope to see ya soon and if you ever wanna visit for any reason.. just give me a call. See ya." *A beep signaling the end of the call. Guess they got a direct line to a place they can crash at. A warm shower would actually be nice right now wouldn't it?..* @ask-theoverseer-max

The call ended but the three just stood there for a moment "This... seems really important. This is important isn't it?" Fancy rhetorically asks Elf

"I'd say so" Elf responds "Oh! I can give him back his clothes!.... I should try to patch them up first..."

"I thought Max wanted his place to be a secret, but he's throwing a party?" Pizza asks out loud. The other two shrug and nod in agreement.

"So.. this is a direct line to Max's place. Where you can't get pulled into trials... and he said we're able to bring others with it..." Fancy slowly pieces together "Oh my god why would he give us something like this?! I mean he'd be there to kick people out if needed but this is like really valuable right? Oh god what if it gets broken or stolen?" He pauses for a moment "where do we put it?"

@ask-theoverseer-max

[bigpileofgarbage]

What is Sonny's life like when she's living with Uncle Mike? How hard does he try to take care of her, and how much does he succeed?

This answer might be...a LITTLE surprising. Largely unsurprising but a little surprising. Mike DOES actually try to take care of the baby. He would never admit this to anybody on the entire planet but he does consider the baby one of his closest friends and does like...genuinely enjoy her company sometimes. At least when she was younger, once she got to her teens and high school she became a living nightmare was less pleasant. I am going to take this time to kind of go into Mike and baby Dweet’s relationship. Back in Fallout they kind of despised each other, mostly Dwight hating Mike and Mike was just weirded out by her because he was like 70% sure she was his little niece that he had abandoned in a cave because he was jealous of a fucking 8 year old child. But in universes where he doesn’t have access to a cave where he can dump a child and it’s much easier to get away with something like he has to either run away or suck it up. Modern au Mike did kind of trow his baby tantrum and distanced himself from his brother, baby and brother’s wife for a while but was unable to stay away for ever. Once the baby got a little older and was more or less a person rather than a screaming blob of pink stuff he got over the tantrum and decided this kid was pretty cool, it sure did like him and heck, deep down even miikle needs somebody to like him. So he decided that it would be fine for this small child to like him and he wouldn’t be mean to it. But nobody else!!! He likes being Uncle Mike. So when the time came that he actually kinda...needed to step in and raise this child he wasn’t completely put off by the idea of having a sticky baby around. He was however completely unprepared for such a job and had Dweet been much younger things probably would not have fared so well for anybody. Thankfully, he also had Louis to kind of...help. Though Louis didn’t have any experience with raising children either he does have a little something called common sense and also has the ability to make things other than microwave burritos, grilled cheese, and cheeseburgers. So Louis helps. But not as much as you might expect. Mike does a large portion of baby care all on his own. With occasional help from passerby and nice fluffy haired ladies that he ultimately drives off with his horrible attitude and unkind words but that is another story.

Life with Uncle Mike is very much like a life long slumber party. Since Mike has no idea what he is doing he lets the baby do basically anything it wants, watch what it wants, listens to what it wants, dress the way it wants. She is very much free range. But Mike also very much stays as much in Uncle mode and does his best never to “dad” her. He will give her words of miikle wisdom and teach her how to not get mugged and how to steal food from grocery stores and things like that, but no real fatherly advice. Life long slumber party is really the best way I can describe Mike’s dweet raising techniques. He DOES have ground rules though, like a pretty strictly enforced bedtime and gosh kid please stop talking to strangers and bringing them in the house.

Would I say Mike is trying to raise this kid right? By Mike standards…yeah? Is he succeeding? Eeeeeeehhh…I GUESS! I mean the kid is still alive…and she is happy and healthy! But I mean. What do you really expect?

I will say this however. A lot of the reason that this whole situation works is that the baby takes care of Mike just as much as he takes care of her if not MORE. She is also very outspoken so if she NEEDS something she is going to tell her uncle, if she needs food, she will get is, if she needs human interaction she will get it, if she needs to go play at the park, she is gonna get that too! She isn’t going to sit there and whither away. Unlike most dweets, she did spend a decent amount of time under her parents wings and got some decent life learnings from them so she has a good foundation I guess….

The point I am getting at is this situation is far from perfect. But it kinda works and everybody in it is relatively happy, even Louis, ok not Louis. The point is….Mike tries to be a good uncle, because he loved his brother and he loves his stupid niece. He just isn’t the most capable. But he does try…kinda….

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a17 and a19 for miikle, b5 and b9 for louis, annnnd i4 and i6 for dwigt

Long Post

MIIKLE

What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

I am not so sure actually. I don’t feel there are a lot of things that Mike is proud of. Like even the cool nerd stuff he did as a wee baby, he now finds kind of embarrassing and pointless. He has reached a state of mind where everything is just so pointless and whatever that even if it’s something that were he in a better mental state, he would be pretty dang proud. Sadly, Mike is a fucking mess. Actually, I take that back.

What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?

Throwing stuff at him or making him look a fool. He doesn’t mind making himself look a fool, because that is different. It’s on his own terms he has control…more or less. But if somebody else makes him look like a dang idiot, that is a sure fire way to irritate him. Also, pop music playing while he is trying to enjoy a nice dessert at a diner. That puts him in a bad mood as well. Being woken up abruptly from a slumber. NO LIGHTER! NO CIGARETTES!!! Sometimes his own hair gets in his face and he can’t find a hair tie and he wants to destroy the world because of it! This is actually a really long list. Most are stupid things.

LOUIS

Do they hold doors open for people?

Typically, no. He will hold doors open for “friends”, family(depending on aus where he HAS family) and people he is WITH. But if Louis is out on his own wandering in and out of doors, he won’t hold doors open for strangers. Even if they clearly need it. This goes for elevator doors too. Sometimes he will even press the close door button in hopes that it will close in time to not let this stranger on the elevator. You could be an old woman with a walker and there is an INCREDIBLY HIGH CHANCE that Louis will zip through that door and leave you to fend for yourself. On VERY RARE occasions, if eye contact is made and it is VERY CLEAR that this person NEEDS help with the door he will hold the door open, but even that is unlikely especially if there are other people around that could potentially help. Long story short he is a jerk and Mike is more likely to hold a door open for a complete stranger or little lady with a walker than Louis is.

What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Surprising, I know, but Louis isn’t that big on humor. He tries to make intelligent jokes on occasion and certainly enjoys more highbrow funnies, but nothing that you would ever actually laugh at. More like, witty brain things that make you say “Why, how humorous!” THAT BEING SAID! The things that genuinely make Louis laugh are usually mean spirited in nature. The perfect example is the Fools in April episode where Squidward makes Spongebob cry because of his hilarious April Fools Prank and then everybody calls Squidward a jerk. That is the best example I can think of. The difference here is Louis rarely will apologize if he was the one who made the joke and hurt the feelings. Everything else he finds childish and stupid.

DWIGHT

How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?

This varies on the AU. Modern AU baby Sweet cooks more than you might think. She doesn’t do it well of course and most of it is sweet and can’t really be called FOOD! 

Hillbilly AU is probably where she cooks the most and can cook the best I think. Since she was raised by her Dad and Grandma, her Grandmum was actually able to teach her how to cook yummy food and all the very very basics of being able to feed yourself and maybe one day a family. Grandmum was very into making sure that this baby grew into a self sufficient  lady who can cook for a family when the time came. Unfortunately, this confidence gave Dweet that extra boost she needed to REALLY get creative with some recipes. So she tries very hard to make fancy food with the garbage that she and Frank can afford to buy with a million children. So for every normal and pretty ok meal she makes, she will make at least two that are very questionable to outsiders but the Hillbillies enjoy!

Classic Fallout Dwight can’t cook, can’t hardly even heat up a can of beans, that is why her diet consists of nothing but leaves and soda.

Cowboy Sonny, is not the best. She can cook cowboy prairie food like beans and biscuits. Stuff you eat while camping basically. Maybe some chili or something. But that is where her skills in the kitchen end.

Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

Yes AND no. There are a few things that she enjoys enough that she could eat it everyday for her entire life and probably would never get bored of it. But It is a small list. All other things can get boring pretty fast. Things like her favorite soda, and lucky charms she could eat forever.