#and i tried rendering meg's face properly

[itoshi-s]

Bachira….with a tongue piercing

It just makes sense

And the good use he would put it at😔

bachira who comes home from practice one day and catches your attention by his unusual behavior and looks.

any other day, he’d enthusiastically kick off his shoes, drop his bag at the door, and smother you in kisses so sweet and urgent, it’d knock your breath away. he’d cup your face in his hands, lap at your mouth with vigor for a few passionate moments — ‘ve just missed ya so much, baby, s’that so wrong? — then start to babble about on his day as you plate up his lunch.

this time around, when he comes home, it’s surprisingly quiet.

and, worst of all, there’s not even one kiss. a proper one, that is — cause all meguru gives you is a few quick pecks and a mumbled “hi, cutie”, before heading over to the fridge.

your brows furrow a bit as you take note of his hair — perfectly dry and wispy, looking just like when he first left the house hours ago — and weirdly pale face. usually, meguru takes a quick shower right after practice wraps up, not bothering to properly dry his hair off before he hops into his beloved yellow huracan and drives home — cheeks still flushed from exhaustion, eyes wide with endorphins.

today, bachira looks perfectly in tact, and it makes you stir.

“where were you, megs?” your voice startles him so much, the icy cold water bottle nearly tumbles out of his hand. “cause it definitely wasn’t practice.”

he turns around and sees you leaning against the island, arms crossed — and an amused kind of look on your mouth. (he’s in trouble and he knows it, but not because you’re accusing him. you’d never — cause he’d never, ever hurt you. he’s in trouble because he’s just done something silly.)

“huuh? i dunno what’re y’talking about, baby.” bachira tries, but the swollen muscle sits heavy in his mouth and renders his speech muffled, a thick lisp to his words.

your brows knit together, “wha- why’d you speak like that?” you sound suspicious when you close the gap between you two with a few long strides. “oh, my god. did you get hurt? you knocked a tooth out, didn’t you, meguru?”

bachira feels his mouth twitch into a grin, one that he kinda feels bad for, considering you sound more concerned than playful by this point. he puts the bottle down, cool hands resting on your waist as he breathes out a laugh.

“nope, no, sweets. i didn’t wanna tell you like this, wanted t’ make this a little surprise for ya—“

a loud gasp rips from your throat, cutting his sentence short and he cannot help but giggle upon your shocked expression — hand covering your mouth, eyes bigger than he’s ever seen them as they zone in on the silver barbell pierced right through his tongue.

“m— meguru!” you pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open. he obediently hangs his tongue out, proudly showcasing the new jewelry, sparkling against his swollen flesh. “you- are you crazy?!” you laugh, “how did you even think of that?”

he shrugs a bit, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your hips as he tugs you closer to himself. meguru licks his lips, carefully so not to tug at the piercing, and gives a bit of a pout. “just felt like it,” he murmurs and leans in to nose at your neck. “can’t give my girl any kisses just yet, though.”

you slap his bicep playfully at the whine to his voice, then wrap your arms around his neck with a grin. “you got yourself into this, baby.”

bachira is an impatient man and acts on impulse instead of plan more often than not — and it so, it takes all of his self restraint not to push his tongue in your mouth for the next few days. what’s worse, he almost feels physically sick with withdrawal from the taste of you — from the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, fingers tugging at the blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you moan oh, so sweetly.

luckily, he finds out patience has it’s perks weeks later — when you come within barely two minutes of the pretty silver jewelry making contact with your throbbing, soaking cunt <3

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[lokomotives]

A weird Dead by Daylight dream I had;

This dream happened a few weeks ago but it’s still pretty clear.

Basically it was a normal Trial in Dbd against the Trapper (Shelter Woods map) with the usual team of Dwight, Meg, Claudette, and Jake. However, as the Endgame Collapse occurs, Dwight is downed at the gate and is unable to “activate” his escape. Dwight crawls away but encounters the edge of the map. The others get away.

Both Dwight and Evan are very confused.

As they try to figure out how to fix this glitch, Evan trying to coax Dwight to a hook/hatch; the Timer stops.

Yes Stops. Not run out. No Entity claws popping up to skewer Dwight or anything. It’s like the Entity turned the lights off backstage and two of the actors didn’t get the memo.

The hooks and generators all disparate  and the gate crumble into regular old bricks. Shelter Woods actually looks like a normal Northwest forest for once.

Evan picks up a confused Dwight and tries to locate the basement or something, but the farther he walks through the woods, the less defined the world becomes. It eventually decays to the point of being just grey ashy ground and sky with random clusters of brick buildings - almost what we see in “The Hunger” cinematic. Everything looks really low quality, like it hasn’t “rendered” properly.

Dwight manages to wiggle out of the Trapper’s grasp and lays low in one of the buildings. Evan is freaking out in case the Entity was displeased and was banishing them both to “The Void”, and pleads to Dwight to at least check if the pizza man can die.

Dwight agrees only if they can make a truce afterwards.

Dwight comes out and lets Evan do a swing. But instead of going into a Dying State, Dwight just yells in pain and now has a dull cleaver sticking out of him. Evan pulls his back out trying to swing it + get the weapon back out of Dwight.

Physics are evidently working normally for once.

Dwight (cleaver stuck in his shoulder): “So... uhh... We should probably keep walking.”

Evan (clearly in pain): “Let me try again.”

Dwight: “No! No, lets just... try to find better buildings and maybe we’ll figure this out. And who knows? Maybe this will be a good bonding experience.”

Evan: “Bonding?”

Dwight: “Yeah! I mean.. we’re kinda co-workers you and I. You kill me, I escape, the Entity gets fed. We’re all under the same management in a way.”

Evan: “...You’re a strange little man.”

They keep walking and eventually find a cluster of better rendered buildings that resembles a street in Brooklyn. They see tattered awnings and stairs to a track-less train stop above them. Like as if a chunk of the outside world was “cut-out” and placed in the middle of the wasteland for safe keeping. Dwight recognizes the place.

Dwight: “Holy shiitake mushrooms! That’s the pizzeria where I got my first job!”

Evan (reading the sign): “Pizza What???”

Dwight: “It was a pizza restaurant I worked at for about half a year before I got fired.”

Evan: “Whats a pizza?”

Dwight: “You... You don’t know what a Pizza is?”

Evan (annoyed): “No, I do not.I’m not from the eastern coast.”

Dwight: “...Follow me, I’m gonna make you a pizza so good it’ll blow your balls clean off.”

Evan: “What???”

Dwight drags Evan in and is Delighted to see a tiny hole-in-the-wall pizzeria with an old fashioned brick oven and wooden counter. There’s barely enough space for a counter with stools, and a door leading to a bathroom. The bell above the door makes a ding. Dwight finds the kitchen full of ingredients; dried, canned, frozen, fresh all there on shelves and fridges. He pulls together some (rather thin) pizza dough, chunky marinara sauce, pepperoni (cut a bit too thick), and some fresh mozzarella. Evan is watching from a stool at the counter in awe and confusion as Dwight stretches the dough and puts together a gosh-darn pizza with a cleaver in his shoulder.

It is here that they both realize that they haven’t really Eaten anything besides Survivor Pudding or Gruesome Gateau in literal years.

The pizza is thrown into the brick oven, and Dwight and Evan are peering closely at it as it rises. Both are starving. Before it barely has time to crisp up - the pair are tearing into it. Evan has to remove his mask and burns the roof of his mouth trying to shovel it down, and Dwight laughs with his face covered in sauce.

Then the door bell rings.

The Legion(???) walk in and are as confused as the other two.

Frank; “...We have a pizza place?!”

Julie: “How did we not find this before!?”

Joey: “I’m so freaking hungry.”

Susie: “We were at the lodge and we just followed the smell. It’s so good!”

Dwight quickly puts together another pizza as he and Evan finish their own - Evan manages to dislodge the cleaver from Dwight’s back and slams it into the counter when Frank tries to steal a slice from him. Dwight and Evan discover that the Legion are just a group of kids, and are joking around with them. The Killers admit to never interacting before - Killers are aware of each other but rarely seek each other out.

Dwight: What do you want on yours, guys?”

Joey: “Pineapple and sweetcorn.”

Frank: “GROSS! Joey, dude! This is the first pizza we’re having in months, and I will Not let you ruin it with pineapple!”

Julie: “I want three cheeses and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar.”

Frank & Joey: “Boring!”

Susie (ducks counter and into the kitchen): “Hey, does this place have soda?”

Evan gets annoyed by the arguing and tells the kids to make their own damn pizzas. Suddenly Dwight is teaching them how to toss the dough. Everyone get flour on themselves (Evan included since he wanted more delicious Za)., and its delightfully out-of-normal for the world they are in.

Ash Williams walks in, does a “What now?” sound clip.

Dream ends.

...Now I want to write a fic where Dwight is designated Pizza Man for the rest of the Fog, and Ash tries to explain what a pizza is to the other pre-20th Century Killers.