#and the doctor from dbd

[iridescent-king]

Doc, do you like music? If yes, which genre? Or do you just listen to electricity noises?

MY DEAR SIMPLETON, ALL RECORDED MUSIC IS ELECTRONICALLY PRODUCED NOISE! BUT WE COULD TAKE IT A STEP FURTHER... IT MAY BE POSSIBLE TO SIMULATE THE EXPERIENCE OF MUSIC. A SERIES OF HYPER-CONTROLLED SHOCKS TO THE SYNAPSES OF YOUR LIMBIC SYSTEM MIGHT DO THE TRICK.

DO ME A FAVOUR AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU START HEARING RICK JAMES.

[ruinhood]

hiii dr carter *giggles and twirls my curls*

[myxineye]

prompts: gluttony and fall

[bumblebi713]

dead by daylight sketchbook page with my fave 4 and 1/2 guys

[terr1ble-lie]

I want him to ruin me

(He doesn’t exist)

[forcedhesitation]

blessed be the death of MFT.

buckle up, STBFL, and ultimate weapon nerfs next please. 🙏

[anxioustwilight]

they do not get along

I think I should draw if all of the video game characters I’ve scrunglified were in a room together

[throw-down-enjoyer]

Organ donation, compassion fatigue, and Japanese perspectives on brain death

I don’t think Shidou’s sin was actually a crime (as in, it was perfectly legal) and I’m going to explain why. This is essentially a very long Kirisaki Shidou Is Not An Organ Harvester post

To start: Shidou’s sin was convincing the families of braindead patients to donate their relatives’ organs. He confirms doing this in his T2 voice drama, and the way he words it makes it clear he thinks of it as murder. (He does say that this is only half of his sin, but we’ll get to the other half later.)

You know, I… continuously tried to persuade the relatives of braindead patients who were against organ transplants.

“In order to save the life of someone you don’t know, please let me kill your family member,” I told them.

It doesn’t even take much thinking to realize how cruel that is, but… I didn’t realize that until the very end.

Translation used: https://youtu.be/9xmokVJ-6x4?si=VgcIp5LCdNnUwqUW

Brain death is the irreversible, complete loss of brain function, meaning there’s no chance for a braindead patient to ever come back. Because of this, some people may feel that removing life support from a braindead patient doesn’t constitute murder. It definitely doesn’t constitute murder from a legal perspective, but it makes sense why someone might think of it as murder— especially in Japan.

Japanese perspectives on brain death

In evaluating Shidou’s case, we have to consider the cultural context within which it was written. Many people in Japan do not consider brain death as human death, and brain death cannot be declared without consent from the family and the intention to donate organs. In fact, braindead patients are not removed from life support until their heart stops beating. Shidou isn’t being dramatic when he frames his words as basically saying, ���please let me kill your family member.”

Brain death is a very contentious topic in Japan—Doctors are put under scrutiny for declaring brain death and performing organ transplants. It’s important to know that in Japan, brain death only exists in relation to organ transplants. And only certain designated hospitals will do this. Even more so, if a person writes an advance directive asking to be taken off of life support in the case of brain death, doctors are not required to follow it. And many of them don’t, out of fear of the patient’s family lashing out at them.

Only in 2010 was Japan’s Organ Transplant Law revised so that organ transplants could be performed without prior consent from the brain dead patient (now only requiring consent from the family).

Here’s a couple of scholarly articles on the topic if you’d like to read more about it.

https://doi.org/10.1186%2Fs12910-021-00626-2

https://doi.org/10.1353/nib.2022.0019

Another very important facet of this discussion is how low organ donation rates are in Japan. To give you an idea, here’s a chart showing the per million population of donations after brain death (DBD) and donations after cardiac death (DCD) in a few different countries.

Sourced from this article, which has some other interesting statistics as well: https://doi.org/10.1016/j.tpr.2023.100131

As you can see, Japan’s rates are astronomically low in comparison to other countries. This helps to contextualize why Shidou had to try so hard to persuade families to donate, and why he later became extremely desperate when his wife’s life was on the line.

I’ve seen a lot of people confused about Shidou’s crime, and many speculations about him doing heinous things such as organ harvesting or purposefully botching surgeries—but I think this is because we’re approaching the case with a western perspective. As we know, many (if not all) of the Milgram prisoners represent a controversial social issue. Brain death is not nearly as divisive in western medicine as it is in Japan, so it’s easy to overlook the idea that all Shidou actually did was take organs from braindead patients. Perspectives on brain death in Japan have changed a lot in the past couple of decades, but it’s still quite controversial; because of this, I truly believe that this is the point of contention behind Shidou’s case, and there’s nothing more sinister secretly going on.

Compassion fatigue

Compassion fatigue is commonly thought to be the manifestation of secondary traumatic stress and burnout, caused by caring for others who are in stressful situations. This commonly affects people who work in healthcare.

I believe Shidou experienced compassion fatigue from working in the hospital, as he exhibits some of the symptoms—in particular, a reduced sense of empathy and a detachment from others.

I feel that Throw Down makes a lot of sense when you view it from this angle.

Lyrical analysis on Throw Down

Shidou expresses that he no longer remembers what it feels like to take away in order to give.

Pomegranates represent death in Greek mythology, and I believe that’s what they represent here too. Shidou has become desensitized to death; the pomegranate no longer has any flavor.

If it’s not needed, I’m not interested

Shidou only thought about what was physically necessary to keep a patient alive, and remained emotionally distant.

They’re dead either way, so it doesn’t really matter to him.

Now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display

Wish for being there for someone

With the same expression no matter who comes

This is the part that most makes me think of compassion fatigue—Shidou had difficulty expressing empathy for grieving families and had to fake it.

I don’t feel scared because I don’t know

Shidou didn’t understand what it was like to be in that situation. But now that it’s happened to him… he understands. And, looking back, he understands how unkind he had been about all of it. This is why he considers himself to be a murderer, why he truly believes that he has killed many people.

Ethics is a delusion

This is a line that definitely struck me as odd for awhile, but I think it makes sense in the context of his situation. His sin was not illegal—but is it ethical? That’s what all of this—whether you forgive him or not—hinges on.

The other half of Shidou’s sin

Going back to what I said earlier, Shidou’s sin wasn’t only convincing families to donate their relatives’ organs. His sin is also transplanting his son’s organs in an attempt to save his wife.

I believe that Shidou’s family got into a car accident, which resulted in his older child experiencing brain death and his wife being left in critical condition (and the younger child presumably died immediately). Considering the views surrounding brain death in Japan, it would have been difficult to find a donor, so Shidou became desperate enough to transplant his son’s organs. Since he’s the father, there wouldn’t have been any issues with receiving consent for the transplant.

Some people believe it’s the other way around—that he transplanted his wife’s organs into his son—but I believe otherwise, for multiple reasons.

In Shidou’s T1 voice drama, he expresses relief at the fact that his judgment is being determined by Es, who is a child. This makes sense if he feels that he killed his son.

Instead of being told by the law that I won’t be forgiven, I wanted a child like you, Es, to tell me that.

I feel sorry that you had to be given this role. And, I truly apologize for being so insistent about sentencing me to death as well… But, you’re perfect. You’ll give me the ending I’m most suited for.

Translation used: https://youtu.be/C4MiQ3V3YjQ?si=hPmlUkc6BfdcacNg

Additionally, a few scenes in Triage…

As stated before, I interpret the pomegranates to represent death. Shidou brings home three pomegranates, one for each of his family members. He later hands his son a price tag from the pomegranates—a representation of Shidou sentencing him to death.

And at the end of Throw Down, an organ tag falls out of the flower person. The name seems to read “Rei Kirisaki” and has XY marked, probably indicating that the donor is male.

Not to mention, it’s much more plausible for the flower person to represent Shidou’s wife rather than his son. When the person falls apart, there’s a shot of a red rose—the flower most known for representing romantic love—falling out of them.

Final thoughts and conclusion

To summarize: Shidou used to routinely try to persuade the families of braindead patients to donate their relatives’ organs. Despite that the prevailing thought in Japan is that brain death is not human death, Shidou did not think of it this way.

Shidou’s family later got into an accident; he transplanted his braindead son’s organs in an attempt to save his wife, but it was a failure, resulting in her death. This situation made him reflect on his past actions—he did not consider it murder before to discontinue life support on a patient, but now that he did it to his son, his perspective has changed. Everything he has done is within the confines of the law, but he is now burdened with immense guilt and thinks himself a murderer. Not just in regards to his son, but to all of the patients that he had pulled the plug on.

Side note: I don’t think having low empathy is inherently a bad thing (I have naturally low empathy), but in this context it would make sense for Shidou to feel bad about lacking empathy.

Side note 2: Shidou is a surgeon, so it is entirely possible he personally performed the transplant on his wife. Operating on family members isn’t illegal or anything, but is widely considered to be unethical and not really a good idea.

Well, that’s all I had to say—Feel free to either add on to this theory or debate me on it. This post ended up quite long, so thank you for reading!

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How the Killers from DBD would react to you slapping their ass.

Hey guys! Welcome to my silly DBD headcanons, this was just for fun, worked with a great buddy of mine @despacitobandito! <3 They helped me and we overall had a great time making this together so I hope you all get a good laugh out of this. Also! Apparently more killers have come out since Unknown’s release that I didn’t write down during the making of this, sorry for missing any new killers! Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 390

CW: Crack headcanons, nothing graphic, some reactions you’d expect from a slasher, contains killers up to Unknown!

Evan MacMillan - Trapper

• Insulted that you would ever touch his fine juicy ass.

Philip Ojomo - Wraith

• “Oh..!” You both are really awkward afterwards. Like just awkwardly staring at each other in silence.

Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly

• He’s genuinely startled by you slapping his ass, a little flattered probably.

Sally Smithson - Nurse

• Your hand phases through her and she slashes the shit out of you.

Michael Myers - Shape

• The thousand yard stare before he’d stab you in the face.

Lisa Sherwood - Hag

• *Minecraft skeleton noises.*

Herman Carter - Doctor

• *Farts electricity and electrocutes you.*

Anna - Huntress

• Stops humming. Run. Dude just run.

Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal

• Squeals and cries, you touched his no-no square.

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare

• Turns into literal dust because that’s what he deserves.

Amanda Young - Pig

• Instant bear trap, you don’t even get to find the key, as soon as it’s on, it snaps.

Jeffery Hawk - Clown

• Burp and fart combo.

Rin Yamaoka - Spirit

• You cut your hand since she has a glass shard sticking out of her ass cheek.

Frank, Julie, Susie and Joey - Legion

• They all gang up on you and kick you on the ground, JoJo style.

Adiris - Plague

• She pukes on you, like a baby.

Danny Johnson - Ghostface

• He liked it so much that he hunts you down for you to do it again.

Kazan Yamaoka - Oni

• Feels his masculinity being threatened and he hunts you every game to beat you violently.

Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger

• You traumatized the old man.

Pyramid Head - Executioner

• Execution via guillotine.

Talbot Grimes - Blight

• Immediately tries to vore you but he can’t as he doesn’t have movement in his lower jaw.

Charlotte Deshayes - Twins

• Victor shoots out of her chest and mauls you.

Ji-Woon Hak - Trickster

• Promoted to side hoe and discord kitten that manages his social media; you’re forced to listen to his music on loop on Spotify. There is no escape.

Nemesis

• “S.T.A.R.S.” *blows you up.*

Elliot Spencer - Cenobite

• “I came.”

Carmina Mora - Artist

• Screeches and crows swarm you.

Albert Wesker - Mastermind

• Look of pure disappointment before he hooks you. “Look but don’t touch.”

Tarhos Kovács - Knight

• “Oh good heavens!” *His and him gang mori you.*

Adriana Imai - Skull Merchant

• She cyberstalks you and cancels you on Twitter/X.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky - Good Guy

• Punted across the whole damn map.

Unknown

• Snap, crackle, pop.

[devoted-horror]

May I request a reader that hides behind them when she is overwhelmed or doesn’t wanna deal with people ? For Charles’s lee ray , Vincent Sinclair , the doctors and trickster (seperetly) fluff plz

a/n: it's pretty short sadly but i hope u enjoy it!! <3 anyways have u guys seen jiwoon nd yunjin's upcoming halloween cosmetics.... guys..... guys im down bad for them i fear...

includes: charles lee ray, vincent sinclair, the doctor, and the trickster.

warnings: typical slasher and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, i think it's pretty much just fluff but there might be some undertones of darker stuff?? like very very vague undertones that you'll probably honestly miss but. just stating it, in case.

CHARLES LEE RAY

Charles would, in all honesty, probably tease you for hiding behind him of all people whenever you get overwhelmed. It wouldn't be malicious teasing or anything like that, though he definitely doesn't know when to stop.

In the beginning of your relationship, he probably won't say it, but he likes that you feel safe enough to hide behind him like this.

He'll definitely act annoyed every time you hide behind him, maybe even roll his eyes, but don't let this fool you because he's shielding you away from the rest of the world and keeping you hidden from anyone who may be around.

And if you hide behind him because there's someone around that you're trying to avoid or that you just flat out don't want to deal with at the moment, then trust that Charles will take care of it.

He's not going to immediately resort to murder, so you don't have to necessarily worry about that, but depending on who it is and how they treat you, then yeah.

They may die.

It's an act of romance from him, by the way.

Nothing says 'I love you' quite like killing anyone who inconveniences you in some sort of way. He is a serial killer, after all. How else is he supposed to be romantic?

In all seriousness though, Charles does try to make you feel at ease whenever you find yourself hiding behind him.

He'll crack a few jokes, tell random stories of the past crimes he's committed, anything that'll help you feel less overwhelmed.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent is the only one here who would truly understand why you hide behind him, I think. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed, wanting to hide away from everyone. It's why he spends most of his time in the basement.

He would never judge you for this, like... at all. He actively encourages you to do it, if anything else, because he wants you to do whatever makes you comfortable.

If he can help you feel less overwhelmed, then he will. If somebody has been bothering you enough to make you feel this way, then trust that he will not hesitate to step in.

Tourist, Bo, Lester, it doesn't matter. You're his top priority more often than not these days.

Shit, he'll put himself in time out if he somehow contributes to making you feel this way. He'd feel genuinely awful if he made you feel overwhelmed, honestly.

When he's overwhelmed, he finds that absently drawing helps to calm him down. He knows that not everyone finds comfort in the same thing, but he'll definitely offer you a pencil and paper if he thinks it might help.

But if you'd rather just make yourself comfortable behind him, then he doesn't mind. He'll continue whatever he was doing with no issue.

Though... if he's in the middle of turning someone into a wax figure, he'd rather you not be around during that. And you obviously can't hide behind him when there are tourists in town, because like... obviously.

But other than that, you're free to use him as a little shield from the world whenever you need.

It makes his heart feel warm inside knowing you feel comfortable enough around him to go to him whenever you feel like this. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at this whole dating thing.

THE DOCTOR

Herman is a bit of an enigma here because while I don't necessarily think he'd mind you hiding behind him like this whenever you're overwhelmed, he's also not the nicest person to know.

Lover or not, he isn't the type to be nice when it comes to words. He's a genius and views himself as better than everyone else, and you aren't an exception.

Personally, he's never felt overwhelmed. Like... never. He had everything he wanted growing up, and he truly never believes he's in the wrong, even if he is, so he's never had that sort of anxiety either. The only time he's ever felt anxious was when he knocked his classmate out for the first time, he thinks.

So, while he doesn't understand it on an emotional level, Herman does understand it on a scientific level. A part of him can't help but want to pick you apart and study your brain for somehow finding comfort in hiding behind him, but he doesn't.

Herman loves you. At least, he thinks this is love. A considerable amount of tolerance, if not.

This habit of yours is just one of the many things he's not sure he'll ever truly understand when it comes to you. It's... frustrating, just a bit. You're an enigma to him. An anomaly.

He's never been a big fan of anomalies. Yet here you are, hiding behind him as if he were someone who would protect you from harm.

He'd destroy the minds of the many for you, he thinks.

Being who he is, both before and after the fog, you're bound to be safe if you stick by him.

So, while Herman doesn't understand why you feel safe around him, or why he doesn't mind your behavior, he certainly isn't going to make you stop.

THE TRICKSTER

Jiwoon is... not really gonna understand why you hide behind him whenever you're overwhelmed. He thrives under attention, positive or negative, so he can't wrap his mind around how you get overwhelmed by it.

But he most thrives under your attention, so having you hide behind him every time you're overwhelmed or done with people in general really just... feeds into his ego.

So if this is before the fog, it's definitely not something you can do in public.

Jiwoon doesn't care, he really doesn't, but as an idol, dating is like... not really acceptable in the industry, and Yunjin would literally have his ass if he was caught being lovey-dovey with someone and it wasn't part of a publicity stunt of some sort.

He does understand what it's like not wanting to deal with people though, even if he does thrive under their attention. He literally killed a sasaeng because they were stalking him, so like...

I don't think he'd explicitly offer to kill someone for you if they put you in a state of being overwhelmed, mostly because he keeps his whole killer business a secret but, I mean, he would kill for you.

The moment he finds out who has you feeling so overwhelmed, be it by you telling him yourself or by other means, they will be dealt with.

And when the person who has been stressing you out so much lately is suddenly found murdered, Jiwoon is right there to help you deal with the overwhelming shock that may come with the situation.

Not long after the gruesome murder, The Trickster releases a love song with haunting background vocals. Fans and critics alike are trying to figure out who the mysterious voice is, but no dice.

No matter, fog or not, he will be a loving boyfriend and let you hide behind him however you please. Your attention, more often than not, is one of the only things that matter to him.

[yanderes-galore]

(DBD) The Unknown scenario where it's mimicking a clock in readers home to toy with them/indirectly tell them how much time they have left before they get taken by it? - Dredge anon

Considering how it can mimic voices... sounds make sense, too. This is a bit short but I hope it shows a theme of dread. I like writing fics that are just dread. I know this could have been longer, but I just... got impatient like usual.

Ticking Down

Yandere! The Unknown Scenario

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation (?), Implied kidnapping, Swearing, Dubious intentions.

Why won't the ticking stop?

You have been up for what feels like nights to the sound of distant ticking. It happens every night, waking you up every time. You've checked everywhere for it.

You're pretty sure the clocks in your home don't have batteries anymore.

Every night just drags you to the brink of madness. The lack of sleep makes you jumpy, anxious. You feel as though you're being watched.

... Are you?

You can't stop glancing around your home. In the mirror, your eyes are bloodshot with bags. You're shaking due to nerves and the lack of proper rest.

That dreaded ticking ringing in your ears as you wander your home idly.

At this point the ticking doesn't sound mechanical. You can't describe it but... it doesn't sound right. How do you know the ticking isn't all in your head?

What if the ticking stopped long ago?

What if you're really just crazy?

You begin to get frustrated as hours turn into days. By the time weeks start rolling around, you feel like a zombie power napping in your home. Yet you can never stay asleep for long.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick....

A clock you can never disable. Soon enough you have trouble trying to figure out what's real and what's fake. You quiver and shake in your bed, at this point in hysterics.

The ticking still torments you. You even went to the doctor, only to be given a prescription for sleep pills and anti-psychotics. You try to take them... it's temporary relief...

But then it's no longer just the dreaded ticking.

You thought the meds would help if you're crazy. Except now you hear distorted giggling and scuttling outside. You keep looking out your windows, your doors...

There's just more ticking.

Frustration makes you scream in your home. A scream of anguish and fatigue. You just want to be normal! What do you get in return?

More laughs... more laughs at your expense. Then there's more scuttling and you wonder if you're laughing at yourself. This has got to be all some psychotic hallucination.

There's more ticking... more scuttling...

And an audible thump against your home.

You jump, looking around. You're crazy... Yes, you're crazy.... Because thinking you're crazy is more rational than accepting reality.

You had exited your room from another power nap in an attempt to investigate the noise. Your living room seemed still... nothing in sight. You even look outside your door... nothing.

Yet you hear voices whisper as there's more quick skittering once you close the door. More ticking echoes in your ears as you sob. You just want to sleep... you want things to end...

Then there's a loud crash in your home... and the thump of someone hitting the floor.

You quietly yet quickly pace towards the noise, looking into your bedroom from the hallway. In your room lies someone... or something... on the floor. Your window has shattered glass across the floor... black goo coating the sharp debris...

Then the damn thing moves.

You don't bother stifling the scream from your mouth as the... creature moves. Each movement is twisted, unnatural... each bone in its body cracking as a hollow face stares at you. You feel nausea burn in your throat...

Then it starts fucking ticking....

You feel yourself losing it. Yes, you really are crazy. You must be. But this all looks too damn real...

It smells too damn real... like a corpse.

The creature taunts you. It doesn't bother talking, just ticking. For a moment you try to be rational. That ticking is too familiar to you. For just a moment...

You wonder if this creature is behind all your problems...

But that's crazy... you're crazy...

Yet you'd believe it.

The being, a twisted amalgamation of something that looks human... but isn't... stalks closer. Black ichor drips from the wounds in its flesh. It smells... foreign. Rot and toxins are what comes to mind...

You need to run...

Yet you're so tired...

You can't take it anymore.

Tears run down your cheeks, you back away. It's so hard to breathe. You feel panic set in as you try to flee.

The ticking feels as though it gets louder as you try to run. It's all such a primal instinct. Your head pounds and aches. Your vision suddenly distorted and you find your body giving out from the lack of sleep.

You cry out as your body collides with the floor. You whimper quietly as you try to get up. God, it hurts to even run... It hurts...

You freeze when you hear the cracking of bones and the creature skittering across the floor. You feel it step over you on all fours before standing in front of you. The creature's neck snaps... bent backwards to look at you. You stare... the being's twisted head staring at you.

Its twisted smile is what greets you as it moves closer, shaking in anticipation...

Then the ticking starts again.

[ratnix]

Nevermore spectres as DBD killers - their M1s and M2s

Plus I'll try to give them their in-game names, ofc some of them will be very self explanatory but others have to be changed bc there are characters in the game with that name

M1: Normal attack aka swinging their weapon at the survivors

M2: Special power

LET'S GO PEOPLE

Annabel: Let's give her the name The Bride. M1: using her peonies as her weapon. Her cleaning weapon motion is her swinging the peonies back to their place. M2: moving the peonies towards a survivor to bring them near her so she can put them in the Deep Wound state

Will: This wet noodle would have the name The Doppelganger. M1: using his ribbons as a weapon. His cleaning weapon motion is his left hand wiping the blood from the ribbon M2: can create figures of the survivors and place them wherever he wants to distract them (the figures can only run - they can't fix gens, heal, cleanse totems). If the survivor makes contact with the figure, Will can teleport to the place and locate the survivor (the figure is retracted)

Prospero: See, he can't be called the Doctor bc we already have one but I believe we can call him The Plague Doctor?? I don't think he and Herman would get along tbh but odmdifmdks. M1: Prospero hits with his scepter. His cleaning weapon motion is him tossing the blood from the scepter to the ground (Maybe have a voice actor say "Filthy" in disgust when he successfully injures a survivor). M2: He can send his rats to swarm around a survivor and immobile him (sort of what Snug does for Houndmaster) until he spots them and hits the survivor with his scepter

Montresor: See, I can't find a name for him that doesn't sound corny. We already have "the Pig" so I guess "the Goat" isn't... inconceivable? M1: Oh, this man uses his bare fingers to inflict damage. Doesn't even have a cleaning weapon motion - he just stares at the blood on his hands and continues. M2: Monty can immobile a survivor by blinding them temporarily (sort of like what he does with his spectre, entering someone's memories and their physical body is unmoving) so he can reach them unbothered and hit them with his M1

Berenice: The Strigoi is a fun name. Sit on the same table as the Dark Lord. M1: Bee uses her teeth (I feel like I need to specify her MOUTH teeth) to inflict damage. Her cleaning weapon motion is her wiping her mouth. M2: Bee can fly so she can see the map from above (not the entire map, we need to specify the metres here, so it won't be a big disadvantage to the survivors) and locate survivors so she can lunge at them and bite them

Ada: We already have a "Hag" so let's call her the Banshee. M1: Ada uses her skull-tail (or whatever that is) to inflict damage. Her cleaning weapon motion is her shaking the blood off the tail. M2: Obv her ear shattering scream which can injure the survivor

Duke: Let's call him the Jester. M1: I feel like he'd use his hands as well? Throw in a cheeky laugh like the Doctor and the Clown as well as his cleaning weapon motion. M2: Similar to Annabel's, he'd levitate the survivors towards him so he could injure them

Also, this made me realize how similar some aspects between DBD killers and Nevermore spectres are-- Like, we have doctors, hags, animals, clown-like and vampiric figures, actual crossover WHEN?

[slashersdaddy]

Types of boyfriend for dbd Chucky human form the doctor and trickster? Maybe Tiffany doesn’t exist or they broke up and she’s fine with it.

Maybe Chucky can turn into doll or human whenever he wants and scars the reader a lot?

Type of Boyfriend! I love this type of blurb! For sure! Human!Chucky: Chucky is an interesting boyfriend- he will scare you to get you to lean on him for comfort; but he will also kiss on you and treat you like royalty on his best days. However on his bad days chucky is less affectionate-outwardly at least, youll find little treats around your place, especially if you forget to eat alot; he wants to assure your eating, even if hes in a sour mood. If you are someone who sufferers from RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria) He will try to avoid talking to you harshly when hes mad. Will call you a bitch/aff He doesnt care that its an insult to most, its his affection for you. DBD Doctor: Hes at best obsessive- at worst a yandere. He likes you by his side, if something like his work pulls him away he will want you to remain at home, where he can check on you via a cat camera he has installed. He will run more ~spicy~ Experiments on you, VS his rather... morbid ones. Or he will run experiments to see how to make you need him, since he doesn't want you to leave. He will also bring you gifts, but his are often practical- in his mind. A scented candle to relax you, a soft blanket to make you feel safe. all of his gifts are to create a carefully crafted version of himself and your life together that makes you associate him with 'Safety' even if he hurts you on accident. DBD Trickster: He LOVES to spoil you, he'll sing lil songs to you and hold you while you cook, hes spoiled, and wants you to always give him the attention he craves, being a former K-Pop idol, but due to his sadistic nature he will also hurt you, little affectionate (but painful) bites, scratches anything to prove to others your HIS and no one elses. He will be affectionate if you really need it but otherwise he will tease and taunt you relentlessly

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

The Dream of Being in DBD as a Trans Character: Updated

i've posted the original version of this here, but im posting this revised one here bcuz i live in a country that hates me apparently and im going to plaster my story everywhere bcuz its important. people like me are important and we deserve to be seen, along with our stories.

The plot begins with a client walking in. A ghost boy, no older than eighteen, comes in and asks for their assistance. His friend, who we’ll call Roy, had moved to the UK before the ghost, we’ll call Gilbert, passed away. The two were extremely close and Gil was Roy’s only real friend. Gil’s request is that the agency finds Roy and helps him deliver a last message to his friend. It takes some discussion, but the agency agrees.

We see a teen walking through a high school, head down, headphones on and clearly on the outside (think Edwin’s scene of walking against all the other students). Some jock in a varsity jacket slaps the books out of his hands. One particular book gets kicked down the hallway or something, and the whole hallway watches him go after it. His locker has all sorts of insults scribbled onto it, multiple of which are feminine in nature. Roy just sighs as he exchanges some of his supplies.

We watch him go through classes, just glimpses of classmates glaring, throwing papers at him, etc. He doesn’t respond to it beyond a few resigned expressions and sighs. A bell rings and the hallways are flooded by people going to lunch. Enter Crystal Palace, flanked by Edwin and Charles. She asks if he has a moment to talk and he says something like, “Look, I’m just trying to go eat without getting fucked up. So if you and your ghost boyfriends could just leave me alone, that’d be great.” He walks off, leaving Crystal and the boys extremely confused.

They didn’t think he would be able to see them. Gil had said he’d never said anything about seeing ghosts.

Crystal and the boys talk to the other students about Roy, posing as new/exchange students who’d noticed something about him. None of the students are particularly nice, saying he’s weird and abnormal. They also add in statements saying things like he’s “a girl playing pretend” and other statements in that vein. It confuses the boys, especially Edwin, but it seems to click for Crystal.

She finds Roy after school, hiding in the art/band room while the hoard of students goes outside to leave. His headphones are still on and he’s on his phone, but his head whips up the second the psychic enters so he’s clearly on high alert. Crystal sits across from him and asks why he could see ghosts.

Roy explains that when he came out, his parents stopped caring. They didn’t accept him, help him transition and refused to call him by his name. When he was seventeen, his appendix burst. He’d complained for multiple days that something was very wrong with his stomach and his parents ignored it. It burst at school and he nearly died from their negligence. 

He saw his first ghost at the school, as soon as he’d returned. It was a girl who had died the previous year in an accident, still attending classes with the rest of her classmates. He even spoke to the ghost a few times, but he never brought it up to Gilbert or anyone else. His classmates already bullied him and he wasn’t eager to give them more ammunition. Even so, he’d occasionally sneak into a bathroom to talk to the rather lonely ghost girl. He knew loneliness all too well and didn’t wish it on anyone.

After the whole ordeal, his uncle asked for custody and they gave it over without protest. Once he had it, his uncle, who we’ll call Josh, immediately worked on helping him transition. Josh got him to doctors who gave him HRT and helped him legally change his name. When Josh was told he would move to England for his high paying job barely six months later, he got Roy top surgery scheduled before they left. He enrolled in his current school, which had just as much bullying as his last. 

Crystal tells him that his friend, Gilbert, had contacted them to find him and help deliver a message. Roy’s shocked and asked if he could see Gil. The three agree, saying they could arrange something for that night. They make conversation until Roy deems it safe enough for him to leave. He gives them an awkward wave on the way out.

The two friends reunite that night. It’s tearful and emotional. We learn, through conversation or flashbacks, that Gilbert had died shortly after Roy moved away in a car accident. Roy had flown out to be at his best friend’s funeral and had been inconsolable. Gil’s family had let him sit with them, basically his own family. The boys hold each other like they might fade away, resting their foreheads together.

They talk. Gil reassures him that he was okay, that he was glad Roy was still going. He’s sad that Roy hasn’t made any new friends and the boy says he’s scared of letting in the wrong people. He says that maybe he can start with the detectives and Roy agrees that maybe he can. They talk a little more, the two stating that they love each other and similar statements, and Gil’s ready to move on. The blue light appears and he smiles sadly, giving his friend one last hug. He tells Roy to look after himself, asks the agency to look after him, too. Roy is holding in a sob but tells Gilbert to go on and that he’ll see him later, yeah? Gilbert nods and goes with Death, the light disappearing. As it does, we see the ghost boys holding hands, cast in blue light, reminded of their own deep friendship and unable to imagine parting.

Roy swipes at his tears as the agency approaches. They all offer their condolences, even a hug maybe, and he accepts. He asks if what they do is helping people move on and they say that it is. He nods and says that he’d like to help them sometimes, to which they all agree. The four of them hang out for a while, letting Roy tell the stories of Gilbert he’d been aching to tell.

When Roy goes home, his uncle is still up. The teen had said he would be out with potential new friends. Josh asks if the hangout went well and immediately worries when he sees his nephew’s tears. Roy is quick to tell him it was great, better than he could have imagined. He tells his uncle that he told them about Gilbert and even got to share his memories of him. Josh gets tearful as well when Roy says that he thinks he might actually have a group of friends he could be really close to. The two hug before the camera pans back to the agency. Perhaps the boys are deep in thought, perhaps they’re talking about the case and how it made them feel. But it’s clear that whether said aloud or not, the case had hit very close to home. And it leaves them with things to think about.

I like to think Roy would make a few other appearances, in a similar way to Monty. Edwin would ask him questions about his identity and queer stuff, notebook in hand. Charles and him would mess around, playing jokes on the others. He and Crystal would commiserate over neglectful parents, helping her as she tries to rebuild her life. When Niko comes back, they’d share shows and books they each like. 

Maybe the bullying gets bad and one of the ghost boys goes with him to school, casually tripping the bullies or being silly around them while the bully is oblivious. Roy slowly makes a friend or two at school, and overall comes out of his shell bit by bit. And he can almost see Gilbert smiling from beyond.

again, im posting this bcuz despite the last election, our stories matter and so do we. queer stories matter. trans stories matter. and if you don't like it, suck it up. cuz we arent going anywhere.

[phantomvegetable]

Unknown x Reader

echo unto an echo NOTE: reader has tourettes in this ficlet. if i have misrepresented the reader in any way, please feel free to correct me. i wanted to be as creative & inclusive as possible here, and i simply think this dynamic would work well :) again, if you have tourettes syndrome and something the reader does or says is not accurate, please feel free to point it out and i will correct it. thank you <3 tw’s: mention of tourettes/tics, tic episodes, strong language, anxiety, my inaccurate knowledge of dbd

“Shit,” You curse under your breath, then again a beat after, “shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

Like a mantra the word continues to roll off of your tongue as you nervously roll your hands, eyes flitting to and fro in the darkness.

This place was unfamiliar—new territory. And, with new territory, meant new danger. New monsters. New fear.

You hadn’t heard a peep from the start of the trial; no ringing bells to alert you that the Wraith was near, no electricity zapping through the air followed by cruel laughter to let you know the Doctor would be after you. The suspense was enough to trigger your lungs into shutting down momentarily, sending you to the ground as you fought against your own body to breathe. You nearly passed out twice. The crows that perched above you seemed to be laughing at your misfortune as they caw, caw, cawed, making your lip curl in a sneer.

“Fuck off,” You told them, “fuck off, fuck off.”

There were only two generators left to fix according to Leon, your rescuer who had found you hyperventilating against a tree. He helped you to your feet, staying with you to make sure you could stand on your own without fainting.

“Do you know what killer we’re facing?” You had asked, disoriented and dizzy. Leon shook his head.

“No..” He sighed, hand on your shoulder. “That’s what worries me.”

You split up after that, having to convince Leon that you would be fine. You wanted to help—you weren’t useless. At your stubbornness, Leon finally relented, informing you that he’d work on finding the other survivors and fixing the next generator they came across while you did the same.

“Be careful,” Were his last words to you before taking off into the trees. And then you were alone again. With as much breath as you could muster, you trekked on, focusing on as many senses as you could to keep yourself grounded. You pulled lyrics from your brain from songs that helped even before the fog, murmuring them under your breath as you stepped over shrubbery. It did little to calm your anxiety, but it was distracting enough.

And then, breakthrough.

The familiar clunking of a generator had your hopes rising, eyes alight as you quickened your pace over to it. Bending down low, you nabbed the wires in hands that shook in tandem with the engine.

“Alright, me,” You exhale, “don’t screw this up.”

You set to work, jammed to your elbows in the machine as you connected plugs, fastened coils, and hot-wired cables. Within five minutes, you successfully have the generator humming with life, ready to lift the gates that would lead you and your teammates to safe haven. You step away from your hard work and dust your hands, but feel a sudden chill race up your spine.

“Excuse me?”

Your heart flies to your throat.

“Ex..cuse… me?” The voice, warbled and inhuman, comes from right behind you. You hear shuffling as it comes closer. “Excuse me…?”

You make the mistake of turning around.

“Excuse me,” You parrot habitually, hands flying to cover your mouth as your eyes trailed up wrinkled skin and mangled bones. Still, muffled, your voice continues to shake as you meet pits-for-eyes, your chin jerking every few seconds, “e-excuse me? Excuse me?”

The thing tilts its head even more, twitching before it drops onto all fours, creeping towards you like some deranged animal. “E..x..cuse me?” It trills as it drags itself closer, forcing you back. “Sorry… is this.. yours?”

Fear possesses your body and tongue. Your thoughts are stampeding a million miles a minute, and you desperately want to run. You begin to rock, whimpers escaping through your nose.

“You.. help?” It asks, hand reaching out to caress your hair. You flinch, eyes squeezing shut as the strands fall through its fingers.

“P-Please,” You croak, finally finding your voice, “s—stop.”

The creature is silent, prompting you to take a peek at it despite every coherent thought pleading you not to. It’s staring at you with an empty expression save for its teeth bared in a permanent, lopsided grin, its body twitching every few moments. Then, it speaks.

“Pl..eeease,” It mimics, trying to match your inflection, “sss…top.” Again, “ple—ase… stop.” And again. “Please.. stop.”

You can’t help but squint at the thing, confusion added on top of terror and adrenaline. Was this thing… copying you? You swallow.

Deciding to test this theory, you pathetically choke, “g-go away.” It shivers.

“Go… away.”

“Go away,” You say again, and it wastes no time.

“Go away.”

You can’t help but force out a laugh of disbelief. It tilts its head, then lets out a terrible, guttural noise—a mix between hissing and gurgling. If that was its attempt at a laugh, you’d prefer for humor to cease to exist so you would never have to hear it again.

A loud buzz cuts through the air, causing the creature to jerk its head at the sound, distracted. Seizing the opportunity, you make a run for it, forcing your legs to push you farther than they ever have. Checking over your shoulder, you find the beast still standing in the same place, watching you. You don’t stop running.

[hexbimbo]

Dbd HC’s | Random Killer Headcanons.

Killers 🔪🩸

Evan MacMillian

Grew up in Cali, Wisconsin, or Oregon. Pick your choice.

Would’ve been an industrial pioneer. If shit worked out, he could’ve been the DBD version of Jimmy Carter.

Took care of baby animals until his Dad found out.

Max Thompson Jr

Best friends with Philip. They just drink and admire buildings.

“Yuuuuup. My old man built a two story backin’ with all the fixings. The chimneys made outta re-enforced galvanized square steel.”

Pig meat is his favorite meat. Pork chops, bacon, collard greens cooked in the grease.

Philip Oromo

Head over heels for Sally.

These two the iconic elderly couple that sit on the porch all day holding hands.

He loves lemonade.

Doesn’t see the appeal of cologne. Prefers natural, soap scent.

Sally Smithson

Wanted two or three kids with her husband.

Probably would follow trad wife TikTok’s .

Knows really weird cleaning tips.

“A snails slime is a really good glue alternative!”

Michael Myers

Sometimes I get autism vibes and sometimes I don’t?

Has to wear a jumpsuit or his skin feels loose.

Gets lost in his own head, enjoys spacing out

Loves eating with plastic utensils, not that the hospital staff would give him metal forks or knifes anyway.

Lisa Sherwood

Would’ve been a Mikaela Reid if she wasn’t kidnapped.

Only killer who lives in the killer shack. Curls up in the warmth of the basement.

Snacks on snail shells around the swap.

Herman Carter

Loves and Hates Freud.

Low key kinda believes homosexuality and being trans can be cured :/

Weirdly, not from like a bigot perspective? More like a psycho brain doctor who wants to experiment on the brain to expand his research perspective.

gives gay man vibes tbh tho hates everyone equally.

Anna

Doesn’t understand human interaction. Can’t fathom romance, libido, or platonic attraction outside of a child-parent bond.

Studied animals. If she could read and write like Momma, she’d write texts on texts on the animal kingdom.

Enjoys the hunt but also respects.2 nature. Never kills to much of one population (unless a nuisance).

Bubba Sawyer

Like, a hillbilly version of Hannibal Lectors cooking hobby. Sloppy, rough home-cooking.

Makes his own sausages with the perfect amount of seasoning.

Gets nervous without his family. Never went out without a family member. Feels too exposed with out someone to rely on.

Freddy Krueger

Kinda just there. Killers are always surprised to see him about. “Oh damn. You’re still here???”

Likes music from the 70s and 80s. LIVES for Johnny cash.

No, he does not enjoy Ring of Fire anymore.

Amanda Young

When she was a junkie, she was a MEAN junkie. Always jonesing out on a street corner or picking fights with her boyfriend.

Red is her favorite color.

The jigsaw puppet brings her strange comfort. Takes good care of designing them, setting them up, and painting them.

Jeffery Hawk

Every time of addict and nearly every type of mental disorder under the belt. Eating, personality, anxiety, depression.

Has not touched a vegetable since he was a teenager.

Def would yell at a fast food worker for putting cheese on his burger.

Rin Yamaoka

She would’ve fucking won life

If she lived her full life, she would’ve broken her family’s curse.

Probably would’ve won a championship, got a doctorate, and become a prime minister.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

Either the most supportive or prejudiced people you’ll ever meet.

I can seem them thinking you’re “radical” if you happen to be queer but that they would bully you for shits and giggles

All bisexual ( except Susie is canon Lesbian I think???I don’t read the comics)

I can’t listen to Sweater Weather without picturing them.

Adiris

Eats the same stuff everyday.

The most loyal and most rewarded killer though she almost always turns down the gifts.

Wants to look like pre-plague self again but relents.

Believes the plague was a sign from her god.

Danny Johnson

Devious. Says the most out of pocket things.

His camera is his most prized possession. Break it, you die. Touch it, You die. Breath on it? Believe or not, you die.

Can’t stand when people talk to him longer than 5 minutes. Doesn’t know why. He just has a hard time paying attention.

Demogorgon

Branches? Nibbled. Hair? Nibbled.

Can’t explain it, won’t explain it. Loves squids.

Lurks in swamp water with Lisa.

Kazan Yamaoka

Best Worst Dad goes too-!

Fr though, was probably a mid dad. Super protective of his blood but didn’t really give a shit about them yknow?

Carried his son to a doctor when he broke him and sent money to the family while on his travels but was never really there.

Was very excited to have a baby though! Most time he spent at home was during his wife’s pregnancy and postpartum.

Caleb Quinn

Had dreams of returning to Ireland when he grew up. Everything seemed so simplistic then.

Made little toys for children as a young adult from nuts and bolts.

Devout Catholic. Prays every night before bed, rests on the Sabbath. Being in the relm has definitely jaded his faith but he’s slowly picking it back up.

Pyramid Head

Given the honor of patrolling the forests for rogue survivors.

Has had survivors smack the booty. #bakeryjustuce✊

Can’t sit still. Always needs to be moving forward. Never backward. Always.

Talbot Grimes

Was really handsome before the blight.

Avid Reader. Gets lost in academia.

Was addicted to opium. Thinks he kicked the habit but would still smoke for “health benefits”

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

They only speak French ( unfortunately 🤢🤮)

I mentioned Charlotte is a hoarder but Victor does his best to reason with her. Does she really need that coffee tin? She has three already at home.

Victor loves to run and climb. All those years fused with Charlotte made him long for some independence, though he knows Charlotte would be upset hearing that.

Ji-Woon Hak

Probably had an only fans before his career took off.

Def makes thirst traps.

Walks around his home naked (or in boxers during the winter.) Nothing sexual, just likes to air it out a little.

Nemesis T-Type

What’s there to be said

Likes stomping

Likes stompy boots

Hates STARS 🤢🤮😤

Elliot Spencer

Eats oatmeal with no water or milk.

Idk the lore

Probably a tattoo artist who does experimental piercings.

“That brings me pain. But I like the pain. That hurts! But…I like the hurt which-

Painted his nails black before it was hip.

Carmina Mora

Pecks her food.

Enjoys flapping her arms for sensory input.

Uses her ink hands as paint. Anytime not spent on trails is paint time.

Sadako Yamamura

Grunge aesthetic overload ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Bookworm ( reads smut like the morning paper.)

Had really beautiful hair before the fall.

Dredge

Wish it had legs. To run. Closer. Faster. Nearer.

Licks liquids like a cat.

Everyone was sad when Maurice went missing. Eventually, the Entity had to return Maurice because it was affecting literally everyone emotionally. Shrines were made. Truces were drawn up.

Albert Wesker

Autism comfort character. Sue me.

“I understood the sarcasm, Chris. I just didn’t think it was funny.”

Was confused growing up why his larger vocabulary was looked weird or teased by other kids. Don’t all children use the word “ailment” or “peer”?

Burn king. Drops the sickest burns of all time. Never holds back. You, yo momma, and yo sister are done for.

Tarhos Kovács

A good butcher. Knows how to divide and roast many types of meats.

Discipline is key. Conditioned to never take a days rest or sleep more than necessary.

Has panic attacks if required rest or bed ridden. Vittario stumbled into his tent one night and was calmly (screamed) at to exit his quarters.

Makes a mean flower crown.

Adrianna Imai

Tried really hard to make her own manga or manga company. Probably didn’t take off because it was too “corporate-y”

Hates bugs. Will be happy the day they go extinct.

Travels to Japan all the time for vacations and business ventures.

HUX-A7-13 and Xenomorph

A romance has begun.

Enemies to friends to slow burn lovers to enemies back to lovers and-

HUX was so ashamed- how could he develop humanoid feelings for something of organic nature?! Even with its…claws and…hatred for humans…ERROR❤️❤️❤️

Tries to court Xeno the best it can but it doesn’t quite get English or gestures.

“I have procured two human spinal fluids for your consumption. Does this please you?”

Xeno frustrated that the pink metal thing is always near. You’d think nearly tearing it apart the first 10 times would make it go away!

Charles Lee Ray

Him and his wife are in paradise.

Lowkey living it up. They’ve got a home, food, and all the murders to their hearts content.

Tiff loves to bake and cook in her spare time.

Once asked to be returned to his human form. Was denied.

Unknown

Has the best drip.

Major troll. You’ll be pissing on the outskirts of the survivor camp and hear…CRACK 🦴 somewhere in the bushes.

Collects skins. Try’s (and fails) to fit into skins of smaller animals.

Vecna

So mad he’s here lol

Entity nerfed him to hell.

Hates the smell mead and fun.