#all dbd survivors

[cozyreadings-ao3]

Escaped/Modern DBD A/B/O AU - “A Pack’s Harmony”

Chapter 1: “Shaky Assimilation”

Word Count: 3,739

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After years of tortuous trials and countless attempts at fleeing, the survivors and killers finally found a breakthrough in the growing instability of the collapsing realm. With the unexpected help from the FBI — as they had been observing the unnatural phenomenon for years — the extensively trained agents immediately jumped into action once the victims made it to the other side. Finally free from that hellish, cold, dark realm, the FBI came to their aid, providing shelter, protection, and life necessities to the victims.

The federal agents chose very few, specific killers to rescue, a true Hail Mary with their rehabilitation attempts. Most other killers were deemed unsafe to come out of the phenomenon, and others were sadly believed to be beyond repair. The FBI keeps the killers and survivors separate with their housing arrangements, not wanting to cause any possible altercations. Yet, they all live in the same, fenced-up, small, secluded cul-de-sac.

 

Not far apart, the killers and survivors were simply just across the road from each other, surprisingly — for the most part — getting along rather well. The government desperately tried to keep the group contained and hidden away from the public, still undergoing studies and tests on them to test for any abnormalities. Once passed through the tests — however long that would take — they *could* have the possibility of leaving this controlled environment, moving to a normal location instead. Though, that wasn’t expected to happen any time soon.

 

In their first day of freedom, a few of the domestic agents worked together with the victims, trying to get their living arrangements in writing. Giving them a day of downtime before beginning to conduct their series of medical tests. Allowing for each individual to speak up on their housing preferences, many immediately chose to bunk with a specific person/group, while others just seemed too baffled to even answer the question.

 

Getting what they could out of everyone, the housing arrangements were decided…at least for now. Leading everyone to their respective houses, they had everything in writing:

 

- Survivor house arrangements -

• House 1: Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Dwight Fairfield, and Jake Park. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 2: Mikaela Reid, Sable Ward, Feng Min, and Nea Karlsson. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 3: Haddie Kaur, Kate Denson, Yun-Jin Lee, Yui Kimura, and Zarina Kassir. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 4: Jane Romero, Élodie Rakoto, Thalita Lyra, and Renato Lyra. (Per 2 individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 5: David King, Vittorio Toscano, Gabriel Soma, and Jeff Johansen.

 

• House 6: Ace Visconti, Adam Francis, Felix Richter, and Jonah Vasquez.

 

- Killer house arrangements -

• House 7: Susie Lavoie, Julie Kostenko, Frank Morrison, and Joey. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

• House 8: Max Thompson Jr. and Philip Ojomo. (Per 1 individual's request.)

 

• House 9: Anna, Sally Smithson, and Carmina Mora. (Per all individuals’ requests.)

 

—

 

As everyone was freshly showered and well rested for the first time in forever, they were awoken to a surprise of multiple doctors scattered across their limited yard. Temporary medical tents were even set up, stock full of countless, expensive supplies. Carmina had already beaten everyone else to the tents — besides Anna and Sally, who had pushed her here in the wheelchair — hooked up to a few IVs and surrounded by soft-tempered doctors.

 

Inspecting the poor woman’s missing, crucial limbs, it was obvious prosthetics would quickly need to be made and fitted to her, which meant physical therapy would also be necessary. They were just thankful for the girl’s compliance, getting fluids and numbing medication flowing through her system while she lay and relaxed. There was little enjoyment to be had in life when you were missing your arms *and* legs, pushing the professionals to speed up their prosthetic building process, wanting to give this girl her life back.

 

Determined to fully observe each little detail of the group after coming from such an unexplainable phenomenon, each person was mandated to undergo a series of medical exams. Blood tests, physical exams, and, of course, DNA tests. It was not only to examine the body’s possible reaction to their previous experiences, but also to test for their secondary genders. Each person was going to be provided therapy and support groups in correspondence to their secondary genders. These individuals were just victims after all, and the agents didn’t mind extending a supporting hand out to help them step closer towards the integration of the new world.

 

While going through their lengthy line of medical checks, the professionals were met with a few uncertain, reluctant people, yet they all eventually agreed and complied. However, making their way to a particular redhead who had previously been so kind and cooperative with the other tests, they were shocked by her sudden, blatant refusal. Getting unexpectedly snippy and short with the patient staff, Meg refused the mouth swab. “Yeah, no thanks.” Stepping back away from the medical personnel, she crossed her arms over her chest, careful not to bump her bandage from recent blood drawing.

 

Holding the swab with confused, furrowed brows, the female doctor was at a bit of a loss. No one else had refused yet, and she didn’t quite know how to gently handle the situation from here. Glancing down at the medical paper on her side table, the woman tried to jog her memory with Meg’s name. “Ms. Thomas, this is a mandatory test.” Going above and beyond to be kind and patient with the girl, the doctor smiled, trying to reassure her — just in case the redhead was ‘afraid’ of the test. “It’s a simple swab. No needles are required; it’s painless, and the labs are run off-site afterwards. It takes just a second.”

 

As if the girl hadn’t listened to a word the doctor said, Meg immediately shook her head in response, continuing to keep her distance. “Once again: no thanks. I’m not concerned about the test, I just want to opt out.” Looking over at the woman trying her best to stay patient, the redhead continued. “I’m a beta. I went through the test when I was a teen; you can just write that down.”

 

A bit baffled with such a bold display, the professional momentarily paused. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t an optional test you can ‘opt out’ of. This is actually being requested by the FBI, Thomas.” With her smile beginning to waver ever so slightly, her voice remained soft and comforting. “This is no longer an average, domestic checkup that you’re used to.”

 

Despite the doctor trying her best to remain kind and patient, Meg trampled all over her gentle performance. “I’m a beta, just write it down.” Glancing down at her paper on the table then back to the kind doctor, Meg gave a short, somewhat sarcastic smile. “Have a great day, ma’am.” Abruptly walking away from the doctor and out of the medical tent, Meg left the baffled professional to herself.

 

The doctor’s smile dropped after the interaction, hesitantly filling out the redhead’s paperwork. Whether it was actually correct or not, the woman didn’t know. Setting the pencil down, she flipped to the next paper, once again putting on a smile, calling up her next patient. “Karlsson?”

 

Outside of the tent, Meg’s smile suddenly turned sincere when meeting back up with Claudette again. The girl stood out in the green plains that surrounded their enclosed, FBI-controlled cul-de-sac, gently prodding at the bandage wrapped around the bend of her arm. “Claud, how are you feeling?” Smiling, Meg looked down at the nervous girl, watching her umber eyes immediately shoot up to meet her own emerald orbs.

 

A smile quickly overtook her once-so-nervous face. “Oh, Meg.” Softly speaking up, the girl lowered her restless, prodding hand. “I’m feeling alright.” Glancing back to the tent behind the redhead, Claudette had just come from that station: the DNA testing. Meg had previously confessed about her true secondary gender to the botanist before, during one insomnia-ridden night at the campfire. The redhead was so ashamed and afraid of being labeled a ‘monster.’ It only led the girl to wonder…how did that interaction go? “Did you give the staff any trouble?”

 

Running a hand through her soft, clean hair, Meg toyed with her curly ponytail. Stretching a bit, the woman arched her back before abruptly stopping with Claudette speaking up. “Well, no..? Not *technically*?” Smiling sheepishly, the athletic woman knew how ‘disappointed’ the soft-tempered girl would have been to know her full dismissive attitude toward the generous medical staff. A little fib to keep the girl happy wouldn’t hurt, right? “They didn’t get the sample, but I wasn’t rude to anyone.”

 

With a soft smile and unsure eyes, Claudette’s gaze slowly drifted away from Meg, just hoping she was being truthful. Stepping a bit closer to her redhead counterpart, the girl rested her head gently against the woman’s arm, looking around the busy yard.

 

Thalita and Renato sat in a tent together, the sister getting her blood drawn, while the younger brother stood close by, taking the familiar hand into his own. It settled his nerves to be close to family like this.

 

The ‘Legion’ — if it were even proper to call them that anymore — were huddled together like usual. With each test, the teens stayed in a group, causing the doctors to trade paperwork, as the teens were picky to stay together. They couldn’t even blame the poor kids either; this was a truly nerve-wracking experience, and it was only reasonable to stick close.

 

Glancing over, Claudette noticed Philip and Max still in a tent themselves. The lanky, concerningly emaciated man was hooked up to an IV, getting easy nutrients directly into his body. Beside him was Max, undergoing a physical examination with his severe fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva, trying to find the right treatment and medication to proceed. Due to the excess bone structure, surgery was useless, as it was common for more bone formations to just reform in the place of removal.

 

Although many others were already finished with their tests — in their respective houses, relaxing — Claudette’s attention was directed to the tent with Anna, Sally, and Carmina. The three of them had been there for hours, especially Sally, not wanting to leave Carmina’s side. Doctors continued to aid the quadruple amputee, making rushed molds and casts of the temporary sockets. Although these prosthetics weren’t going to be anything long-term, they were still crucial to creating the eventual, permanent prosthetics for the woman.

 

Every prosthetic involved the tedious trial and error process. Wrong size. Wrong length. The socket too loose. The socket too tight. The finicky creation was a long one. Giving the girl her first set of prosthetics, the doctors didn’t expect her to use them right away, nor did they want her to. A recovery like this would need months of physical therapy, but eventually she would get to a happier point. Carmina was just grateful to have both Anna and Sally at her side, ready to help at every turn.

 

—

 

Returning to their home, butterflies briefly fluttered in Claudette’s stomach. Entering *her house*, that just sounded so nice… She severely missed having a safe place to relax. With the two girls walking in to a quiet TV playing, they were promptly greeted by Dwight’s soft, yet enthusiastic voice. “Welcome back! We had some food supplies delivered while you two were out. I’ve already put it away in the kitchen, have a look if you’d like.” Smiling with his usual, cute, dorky face, it was thoughtful of the man to put everything away, given the girls had been busy and Jake was trying to mellow out.

 

The introverted, softhearted man was all wrapped up in a soft blanket, curled up on a separate loveseat in the corner of the living room. Upon their arrival and Dwight’s soft greeting, Jake curiously peeked past his blanket, dark orbs landing on the other two. In his own form of greeting, he gave a slight, silent wave accompanied by a smile, staying underneath his blanket. The man struggled with overstimulation and overwhelming situations. The past two days had been a lot for him, leaving him quiet and to himself. It was his own comforting reset of sorts, just trying to fill that social battery back up. There was no shame in bowing out of the action for a second.

 

Giving a soft smile to her new housemates, Claudette’s umber eyes respectfully drifted to both Dwight and Jake, giving them their equal acknowledgment. “Thank you, Dwight.” Sincere in her gentle gratitude, the botanist curiously eyed the kitchen — just beyond the living room’s farthest wall. “We’ll go check it out.” Giving one last, soft glance to Dwight and Jake, Claudette entered their kitchen, with Meg following behind, like a dog at her heels.

 

Curiously looking through the cupboards — relieved to see fulfilling snacks and *actual* food for the first time in a long while — Meg’s blue eyes would occasionally drift back, peeking over her shoulder to Claudette. Watching the short girl look through the drawers with a smile, the redhead couldn’t help but smile along herself. It all felt so domestic and warm, like they were truly living a normal, happy life together… If you ignored their small, fenced-in, FBI-controlled cul-de-sac in the middle of — seemingly — nowhere.

 

Looking back to the cupboards, Meg quietly shut the doors, spinning on her heels, turning to face Claudette. “Hey Claud.” Speaking up, the energetic woman lifted her arm, prodding at the medical gauze wrapped around the bend of her arm. “You’re the smart one; can I take this off yet?” With a teasingly playful tone, Meg gave the girl a cute smile.

 

Interrupted in the middle of her looking, Claudette curiously turned her head as her nickname was spoken. Glancing back to Meg, the bespectacled girl raised a brow at the woman’s provokingly worded question. “This should be a very simple answer, Meg.” Playfully responding, Claudette turned around, smiling as she faced the redhead. “Has it been thirty minutes since your blood was drawn?” Teasing right back, the botanist awaited a response.

 

Meg’s heart nearly skipped a beat with Claudette’s sweet smile and cute, reciprocated teases. However, fighting off the admiration, the woman kept their playful conversation’s energy. Pausing for a second, her blue eyes curiously landed on a nearby clock, slightly askew on the wall. “…I *think?*” Meeting back with the girl’s own dark eyes, Meg’s smile remained soft and playful.

 

Glancing down to Meg’s gauze with a nod after her answer, Claudette tilted her head and softly gestured towards the medical wrap. “Congratulations, you just answered your own question.” Teasing the athletic woman once more, the shorter girl’s smile remained honest and sweet. “You’re allowed to remove it now.” Lifting the teasing tone a bit, Claudette gave a genuine answer, actually beginning to unwrap her own. Honestly, after everything that happened today, the girl had forgotten all about the gauze band.

 

—

 

While these particular housemates were getting along exceptionally well — as the four had all chosen to bunk together — the next house over, dubbed ‘house 2’ was…a bit of a different story. Sable and Mikaela had chosen to bunk together; however, Nea and Feng were both randomly selected to fill the empty spaces. They didn’t mind the other housemates…until they did.

 

Feng could be rather picky or specific at times, though for the most part remaining respectful. But, Nea? Completely different story; the girl seemed incredibly angsty, entitled, and territorial. While it had only been a day together, anything could change as they settled in. Sable was just riding on that hope, while Mikaela was instead already trying to cope with their housing arrangement.

 

When it came to choosing housemates, Haddie and Yui immediately banded together. The two had grown quite friendly with each other during their time in the fog, so it was only natural that they would choose to stick together. Without further preferences mentioned, the two girls were randomly placed in ‘house 3’ with Kate, Yun-Jin, and Zarina. A house of girls didn’t seem like a bad thing at first; however, their attitudes and secondary genders were definitely going to be a tough challenge to overcome.

 

Yun seemed to be easily annoyed, with Kate already getting on her nerves; in return, Zarina couldn’t stand Yun’s constant, teetering mood. However, surprisingly, the ex-producer did happen to get along with at least one of her housemates: Yui. This was likely due to their similar dominant personalities, as most of the more dominant pack members tightly banded together.

 

In ‘house 4’ was a unique setup and interesting ratio. As the Lyra siblings requested to be housed together, they were granted their request, along with adding Jane and Élodie to the house. When their housemates were first revealed, Thalita giggled at the thought of Renato being outnumbered by the women, poking fun at her little brother. However, despite the thrown-off ratio, the house is very calm, with the vibes almost always positive. It was easy for the four of them to relax, sharing stories and telling jokes together. Who knew Renato could fit in so well with women…or, maybe it should have been obvious, as his older sister did practically shape his future.

 

Unlike all the other arrangements before, ‘house 5’ didn’t have any individual requests on housing preferences. This left the overseeing agents to just put a handful of the leftover survivors together. David, Vittorio, Gabriel, and Jeff ended up sharing this house, all on a random chance. Despite the uncertainty at first, the four men realized just how much they had in common. David and Jeff had a particularly fun time showing certain movies and technological pieces to both Vittorio and Gabriel.

 

One of the men had been too far in the past to really understand everything in the present — despite his previous timeline hopping — while the other had been too far in the future. For Gabriel, it was all about survival and work; there was no time for movies and entertainment — as if everything even survived the downfall — not to mention, this was actually the man’s first time on Earth… Everything was a bit baffling to him at this point.

 

Similar to the previous residence, the arrangements at ‘house 6’ were also randomly chosen. Ace, Adam, Felix, and Jonah were the only ones not selected now, leaving the agents to group these last few remaining survivors together. Although these four didn’t necessarily seem compatible at first glance, these guys surprisingly clicked together almost instantly. They held a kind of nonchalant vibe to their house, leaving the housemates collectively relaxed. Despite the odds, they get along super well, staying up all night to watch ridiculous, useless documentaries that they just got too invested in.

 

Moving onto the killer arrangements, they were actually easier to work with. Nearly each victim requested to be with at least one other, making the work much quicker for the agents. At ‘house 7,’ all the Legion decided to crash together, each agreeing to bunk with one another. It wasn’t much different from when they would spend their time at that old, abandoned lodge. However, now they were offered an actual house? Of course their arrangement was a no-brainer.

 

It was an initial time period shock to the teens who had grown up in the 90's, not having their usual Walkman or CD player. While settling in on their first day, Susie did convince Feng to come over and help the teens navigate their TV, specifically curious about the music. The technology-obsessed girl felt a twinge of pride while opening the group’s eyes to the ‘magnificent wonders’ of…YouTube.

 

Almost finished with the housing arrangements, the agents had yet another fairly simple pairing as they got to ‘house 8.’ This was the smallest residence, yet it was also only hosting two people: Philip and Max. Per the request of the lanky man, he was paired with Max, who seemed easily lost in screens. Upon realizing how advanced television had become since he was younger, the softhearted man wanted nothing more than to absentmindedly sit in front of a screen all day. Watching the heroic movies he had missed for so long. Philip didn’t mind his housemate’s stranger interests; he was purely here to be by the man’s side, to hopefully help him through some of his medical challenges. Max deserved the compassion and support.

 

Finally, at the last occupied home was ‘house 9,’ where Anna, Sally, and Carmina all agreed and requested to be together. Sally wanted nothing more than to help Carmina during her time of need, and Anna was just happy to follow behind anything Sally was doing. Both of the women treated their amputee housemate like a daughter, especially Anna, not wasting a single second to push Carmina’s wheelchair or to even carry the girl if it were easier or necessary. It would be a long, rough road for the girl to get her mobility and independence back, yet Anna and Sally were prepared to be with her every step of the way.

 

—

 

Giving the victims some space as they settled in, the agents stayed out of the way, conducting their tests from the previous blood draws and DNA samples. As they were looking for any abnormalities — wondering just how deeply this ‘realm’ could have affected them — they also took note of everyone’s secondary genders. Jotting down every answer they obtained in their files, they would soon need to send back the results to the victims. Along with possibly informing some of their identity for the first time, they also needed to set up respective support groups for each secondary gender. It was essentially a more specific form of therapy and would keep peace within the pack if they had an outlet to vent into, especially with double the amount of alphas to omegas in this particular pack.

 

A scattered — yet organized — mess of papers lay on a desk, each with a victim’s name, their information, and stray papers containing some of their results:

 

- Group’s pack roles -

• Alphas: Yun-Jin Lee, Yui Kimura, Sable Ward, Jeff Johansen, Anna, and Joey.

 

• Deltas: Nea Karlsson, David King, Zarina Kassir, Gabriel Soma, Thalita Lyra, Julie Kostenko, and Max Thompson Jr.

 

• Betas: Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Feng Min, Haddie Kaur, Jane Romero, Élodie Rakoto, Vittorio Toscano, Ace Visconti, Felix Richter, Jonah Vasquez, Philip Ojomo, and Carmina Mora.

 

• Gammas: Dwight Fairfield, Kate Denson, Renato Lyra, Adam Francis, Frank Morrison, and Sally Smithson.

 

• Omegas: Claudette Morel, Mikaela Reid, and Susie Lavoie.

[genrihgayne]

AU or smth Tell me you can see my vision please I'm going insane (The Unknown is my scrunkly Smiley and I like how uncanny he is)

[daily-singularity]

Huntress & Singularity geeking out about bugs 2gether <333

STOP THE TRIAL!!!! Everyone come look at this cool bug Anna found

[vikspretty]

dance with me

in which neither you nor spencer can sleep, so you dance

masterlist

pairing: spencer reid x reader

tags: gn!reader (i think), they love each other (in secret), post season 2 reid but no specific season, fluff fluff fluff, confessions.

notes: my love, spencer reid. i love the idea of dancing in the refridgerator light (ts reference!) and spence seems like the kind of guy who would love to just hold his partner close and sway, kinda like how he did with maeve :(. i also really wanna run my hands through his hair while looking him in the eyes.

wc: 798

"Another show's off and runnin', Dance with me, cuz there's a storm a commin' Follow my boots, try to keep up, Dance with me, until sun up." — Kate Denson's "Dance with Me"

The knock at your door was unexpected, but from it being 2am, you knew there was only one person it would be.

You and Spencer had an unspoken tradition of turning up at each other's apartments in the middle of stormy nights. Usually there was some warning but tonight there was none.

Opening the door, you see Spencer, wet from the rain and bags under his eyes. Though you did not work with him, you were well aware of his job and how demanding it could get.

"Hey, can't sleep?" You ask, though you already knew the answer.

The only reply you got was a small, almost unnoticeable nod from Spencer. With no further thinking, you stepped to the side, opening your door wider to allow him in. You gave him a soft smile as he passed you, closing and locking the door behind him.

Without saying anything else, you started up some coffee and turned on some background music on your speakers while you waited for it. Meanwhile, Spencer had dropped his bag by your front door with his shoes and met you in your kitchen. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist from behind and his head burrowing in your neck was comforting.

You could tell something was troubling his mind - that was usually the reason either of you would turn up at the other's door - but rather than making him delve into it like you would know he wouldn't like, you decided to make sure he knows that you are there for him.

Without moving away from him, you turned yourself around in his arms to face him. You gave him a soft, knowing smile, meeting your hands together at the back of his neck.

In your dreams, this would be the part where you two kiss, but the fear of rejection prevented you from making it a reality, despite how much Spencer also wished to kiss you too.

Feeling a little flushed, you turned back to making the coffee before an idea came into mind.

You grabbed Spencer’s hand, who was just watching you from behind, and led him further into the middle of your kitchen.

“Dance with me?”

Spencer just nodded, hands coming to your waist again while yours met behind his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The quiet and darkness of the apartment along with the low volume of the music was relaxing. You made eye contact with him, smiling at him yet again.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your voice was soft and quiet, gently breaking the silence.

Instead of replying, he shook his head ‘no’ and looked down. You just nodded and continued to sway with him.

You wanted to say how much you wanted to be with him, opening your mouth to speak again, you closed it immediately, deciding against it.

“What is it?” Spencer asked. The question took you by surprise, not expecting him to have seen you prepare to talk. In his mind, you were going to end everything now, drained, exhausted and bored of him showing up then refusing to talk.

You took a deep breath and decided to just go with it. “Spencer, I’m so sorry, this is not what you need right now, especially with everything you’re going through, but I like you. To be honest I think I’m in love with you but I don’t want to scare you off too much,” you were rambling now, looking down at your feet, unaware of Spencer’s shocked but happy expression as you continued. “I am well aware you don’t feel the same and I don’t even understand why I’m telling you this but-”

The feeling of lips on yours shocked you. You didn't know how to act or what to do for a few seconds. When Spencer realised you weren't kissing back, he pulled back with a smirk, a complete 180 to how his face had been the entire time he had been with you tonight. "Sorry, you were putting yourself down and I couldn't take it anymore. I love you. I have loved you since the third time you let me in here at 3 in the morning. You let me in whenever I turn up with no questions then you don't push when I don't want to talk."

"I love you, Spencer."

Both with bright smiles now, you hugged closer, Spencer's hands coming up to the top of your back and his face in your neck. One of your hands ran through the hair on the back of his head while your other pulled him closer to you.

The both of you were quiet, basking in the love of each other while you continued to dance to the music in your kitchen.

so i know i said id make this one longer but it just didnt. i tried adding more but nothing would fit so here this is. i do kinda like the idea of this one but its just really short. either way, i hope you enjoyed and please send requests, the people i can write for are in my masterlist!

@cafekitsune made the dividers here!

thank you for reading!

[atari-phantom]

11/10 service at the Greenville movie theater. These guys genuinely deserve employee of the month. Or year, even. Went to the movie theater with my duo (the Mikaela) @bacondaddy

[britishneonjello]

A smooch before the trial <3 :*)

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Have you played dead by daylight? I feel like you would like some of the killers there

That's the only game I have 600+ hours on

[fishyvamp]

Imagine a medieval!AU where Princess!reader is betrothed to King Macmillan. He's cold and distant to you and the only one who seems to show you the slightest sympathy is Sir Ojomo the knight tasked with your safety. He's the one taking you to all your dress fittings, he's the one who listens as you complain that your betrothed seems too busy with the Captain of the guards to even speak with you. That pesky man always glued by the kings side.

Sir Ojomo knows something you don't and he hates the king for it. The king will never love you no matter how much he tries, but this marriage will always be one of convenience and politics. You will produce his heir, but once a son is born he will likely never touch you again.

Though what Phillip hates the most is how he finds himself craving the company of the future queen. He hates how his mind is filled your laughs and corny jokes. He hates that when he closes his eyes at night his dreams are filled with nothing but your naked form and the way it would look glowing under the moonlight. He is a traitor to the crown for even having these dreams. For having these visions of the woman who belongs to his dearest friend the king.

[slashthrashandcrash]

GhostMeg/JedMeg Phantom AU where Meg isn't Christine, but a very competent stagehand who's good at running around and managing props and lights, and keeps getting closer to her sweet stagehand friend, with an excellent knowledge of the theater they work in, while getting menaced/seduced by the murderous Phantom, who also has excellent knowledge of the theater. Consider?

Literally been hoarding this ask for weeks because I didn't want to part with it without any art because I'm so insanely in love with this concept bestie you don't understand I'm feral right now--

Meg thinks Jed is just teasing her with ghost stories as a way of flirting, like he's making up this excuse on the fly as a reason why they should totally stick together to make sure neither of them get attacked by the elusive Ghost haunting the theater. Or maybe Jed does think these stories are real and wants to be extra cautious, which honestly makes him even dorkier and cuter to Meg, so it's still a win for him either way.

It's all fun and games until the body of a skeevy stagehand is dropped from the catwalk to be hanged by rope pulleys, which what the hell!!! Meg had those perfectly set up for the next show, man!!! Who's fucking with her hard work and ruining her gear??? Oh yeah also there's a dead guy that's kind of Not Good...

But that's the thing about ghost stories, they always insist to be true. And the Ghost himself is very eager to make Meg believe in him, no matter how much she tries to wave off Jed's concerns that she's being "haunted". What's more likely -- some kind of vengeful spirit living in secret catacombs tormenting the theater for sick pleasure, or simply a series of explainable accidents due to old equipment and careless workers? The reason nothing bad has happened to Meg and Jed is because they're actually good at their jobs, clearly.

Anyways, hey, did you ever notice that crack in the wall in the prop storage can be popped open to reveal a full door? Meg's gonna go check it out now, finding a basement space would be great to put spare lighting equipment (:

[smoll-jake]

All pages are already sketched out ( wich is a miracle)

Have fun, BYE 👋

[bottleblondebeachbabe]

[operationtimeguard]

sable ward lore

Sable figured she had to be adopted. No way was she the progeny of her insanely perky mom and her grinning, golf-playing, frat boy of a dad. They didn’t understand the first thing about her. No one in Greenvile did. Except for Mikaela. They were fast friends since third grade. Up until then Sable had no friends. She wasn’t into ponies or dolls or tea parties with teddy bears. She liked bugs, lizards riding bikes and dirt cloc fights.Her favorite holiday was Halloween and Mikaela was the only one who didn't think she was crazy when she dyed her hair purple in eighth grade. Sable's mom was furious. Her dad didn't even notice. Mikaela went with her to the mall when she got her ears pierced and helped her pick out her first tattoo. An occult symbol hidden in a place her parents would never see. Mikaela declined to get her own tattoo. She flirted with the dark side, but she didn't live it. Not like Sable. The dark side made sense to Sable, and she reveled in it. Partly because it freaked out her parents and teachers. Partly because it felt like who she was. Some called her a goth because of the way she presented herself. But she wasn't into labels. She loved horror movies and found the occult exciting. It made sense to her. She knew that the shiny suburban world of her mom and dad had a dark underbelly. They were afraid to confront their fear, so they pretended everything was perfect and that they would live forever. But Sable knew better. Death stalked us all and no one was getting out alive.

Mikaela got Sable a job at Moonstone. Probably the only place in town that would have hired her. She took classes at the local college and produced a guerilla radio show on the shortwave in her attic. All Things Wicked This Night was about the world's dark underbelly. The occult. Urban legends. Horror. And often there were heated discussions with Mikaela about the horror movies they'd catch at the only theater in Greenville. Mikaela liked her horror with a little comedy, but Sable liked it meaner. Scarier. Bloodier. She relished the gore. Enjoyed the terror. Liked to feel the adrenaline rush. And their debates were entertaining to say the least.

When searching for inspiration for her show, Sable would take walks in the cemetery with all the statues and headstones of early settlers who had founded the town as a sanctuary for those escaping persecution. She often talked about that history on her show, and she formed a theory that the uncanny sightings and disappearances were somehow linked to the town's history. One caller suggested the town was built on top of a fracture. The caller went on to describe a fracture as an overlap between worlds. Another caller said these fractures were created by an ancient cult devoted to forgotten demons. Another caller defined fractures as a cosmic buffet for an elder god that fed on pain, fear, and misery. And one caller even argued that it wasn't a fracture but The Unknown, a mysterious creature that consumed anyone who dared to imagine it. All the theories made for fun and inspiring debates, and she loved nothing more than to discuss real-life horror until the horror became personal.

One evening Sable had challenged Mikaela to tell a real horror story at Moonstone's Annual Halloween Festival. Scare the crap out of people. Stop dancing around the horror and embrace it. Tell a story about The Unknown. Make them imagine it. Make them believe The Unknown will show up on stage. Nothing terrifies an audience more than a show that could potentially kill them. Mikaela laughed at the idea and declined the challenge because she was working on another story with her roommate. 

But a strange, black fog had taken Mikaela during her performance and Sable felt the icy hand of guilt grab her by the back of the neck. She was convinced that she had somehow sent Mikaela to her doom. Did The Unknown take her? Did she try to define The Unknown? What about her roommate? Her roommate disappeared as well. But then she realized Mikaela's story wasn't about The Unknown. It was about something else. Another dimension. A dimension filled with terrifying creatures, sadistic killers, and endless horror.

This was not The Unknown.

With this realization, Sable began to investigate other disappearances in Greenville. Before long, she realized most of the disappearances occurred at the theater or somewhere close by. Investigating further, she discovered the theater was built over the ruins of an old, one-room schoolhouse that had burned to the ground in the 1920s. Somehow the students couldn't get out and everyone perished in the flames. Feeling close to an answer, she continued her research and discovered two teenage brothers had recently disappeared from the theater. Elias and Elan. The only witness, their younger sister, Ellen, was committed to an institution after ripping her eyes out. And so, pretending to be a relative, Sable went to talk to Ellen who admitted she and her brothers had been trying to steal old movie posters from the storage room behind the movie screen. She then described a secret door in the basement and a passageway that led to another Place.

A dark place.

A cold place.

An evil place.

Stay away from there, she begged. Stay

Away.

But Sable wasn't about to stay away.

Not after that story.

Determined to see Mikaela again, Sable hitched a ride to the theater and soon found the door behind the movie screen. In the darkness she jimmied the door open with a crowbar and headed down a creaking, wooden stairway to the dank cellar. A light switch activated flickering fluorescent lights that illuminated a room filled with broken theater seats and old movie posters dating back eighty years. She searched the sprawling basement and found a thick wooden door hidden behind a poster of the original Frankenstein. She pushed and shoved the door open to reveal an endless circular stairway descending into perfect darkness. Using a penlight to navigate, she descended for ten minutes before she noticed the cold, black fog rising from the lower depths.

The same cold, black fog that had taken Mikaela.

Sable considered running back up the stairs to where she would be safe. But then she thought about the terrifying creatures and the sadistic killers and the endless horror, and she quickly decided she wasn't going to let her best friend have all the fun.

[eelslippers]

The recent additions to dbd have made the fanfiction scene 20x more interesting and I've yet to see many people cash in on that. We now have the xenomorph, chucky, Alucard and Dracula, and soon to be Springtrap from five nights at Freddy's all within the same universe as Leon Kennedy, Ghost face, Pyramid Head, and Michael Myers, all forced to compete in the entities Trial forced to wear silly lil outfits for all of eternity and the implications of it are hilarious.

[yourtruefantasyart]

Have a quick Unknown doodle!

What do you think of him?

[halcy0ng1rl]

Love makes us do crazy things, doesn’t it? 🔮

[forcedhesitation]

dead by daylight-- the game where you can play as steve harrington from stranger things, and can get sent to partake in a match of murder hide and seek at midwich elementary from silent hill, where you can then use a lute to perform bardic inspiration from dungeons and dragons to give a bonus to your teammates, except for the one who is being chased by nemesis from resident evil 3.