#dbd askblog

[legionaberrations]

“Just in case anyone wanted to send us some questions.” - Julie

[iridescent-king]

gone but not forgotten...

[theiridescentocean]

Welcome one and all to the iridescent ocean. A beautiful beach paradise hidden away in the dimension of the entity only seen by those who stray too far from the campfire. Those who choose to wander may find themselves venturing into this strange realm of white sand beaches and bioluminescent waters. Be warned though… You may begin to adapt to the new environment in new and strange ways not yet seen in the realms the moment you enter those glowing waters.

Ok what is the iridescent ocean event?

The iridescent ocean event is the new (maybe) annual mermaid event for dead by daylight blogs and roleplayers!

Dates?

May 1st through June 1st. Basically think of it like a dbd rp blog wide mermay event.

Who’s running this shitshow event?

You may know me as survivor susie or daily cheryl or just Doe or Diana.

Will there be a discord?

Yes! The discord server link is here!

Who can join?

Anyone with a dbd/horror rp blog or dbd/horror muses! Ocs are also welcome!

[knights-hubris]

"Aye, I suppose I can answer a few inquiries from the peasantry."

[ASKS OPEN]

[hyper-cryptic]

Uh oh!! The Ghostleons!!!!!

with my friend's @rosalynparadoxsa 's ghostie i love him :]

[daily-cheryl]

Anyways. The silent hill servers live!

Before any kids try to pull up this is an 18+ discord server. Fetuses will be deleted on sight.

[punkrock-pitviper]

“The fuck are you lookin’ at ?”

[ASKS OPEN]

[survivorsusie]

Ok so. Where have I been? Long story short I’ve kind of abandoned this blog in favor of my Cheryl blog because my Susie muse was on life support. Keyword. Was. A lot of shits happened in my personal life that shot my drive for Susie. Thankfully though I do plan to come back to this one very soon with an updated Susie.

The future of the blog.

So. As for the future of this blog Susie will be rebooted from this point on. Consider it Susie 3.0. Appearance wise she won’t change much but personality wise the change will be much more noticeable. (Yes she still has the rodent armada. I won’t kill off the fleet they’re her babies.)

I’ll probably make a quick post at some point this week with new information on her.

[doll-dbd]

Meet Doll!

“Another soul encased in the Entity’s jewelry box. Peering at the lamb from a distance she tripped over her feet at the slightest wind with a smile only an oblivious child could muster, shivering from fear or from the cold the tell was one in the same. Tears lining her eyes she did not cry but merely clap her small hands over her cheeks to ignite little color and get to work.”- Unknown

Name: Vivian Keane

Nickname: Doll

Age: 23 (December 12th 1999)

Height: 5′ 5″

Weight: 99lb

Place of Birth: Maine, The United States 

Likes: useless trinkets, colorful flora, the color red, animals, loud music and oversized clothes

Dislikes: aggressive people, smokers, hot weather, her family 

Personality:  she's easily excitable and rather naïve but makes sure to be kind to everyone around her even if they might not deserve it

Doll’s Teachable Perks

Backstory (written by my brother):

 Vivian pulled her fingers into a fist, the biting cold singed her flesh with a million red hot needles. She knew she would loose the hand if she lived long enough to see the next morning, she smiled, the forming frostbite brought color to her skin, for a moment she looked almost normal. ‘Normal?’ she thought to herself, she held her hand flat, and ignoring the searing pain she flexed her fingers, ‘am I normal now Mother?’

Vivian was never normal. For the rest of the world she was born with oculocutaneous albinism, to the Keane family she was impure, touched by the devil she was a curse on the pure and pious family line. She was never once allowed to forget it, how funny it is that the most “Morally pure” are the worst offenders . Her brothers were ‘angels’ who never let her forget how pure they were and what a monster she was. How often she was reduced to a sobbing quivering mess at the hands of Caleb and Anthony. She remembered the sounds her bones made as they broke, while they laughed and called her names, exclaiming how easily they broke the porcelain doll. Her father was a paragon at their faith. Ever distant and always turning a blind eye to their abuse, she didnt exist to him. His eyes would always glaze over her as he shuffled through the home, his eyes were always sad. Vivian didn’t hate him, but she couldn’t care less about them, they were strangers.

Vivian snapped to the moment the soft orange light from the fire had faded and now black smoke billowed out of the steel drum, she pulled the rat-eaten blanket up in a desperate attempt to starve off the cold. She pressed herself closer to the asphalt and stared, she didn’t have hardly anything to stop the thing but she was ever thankful that the overpass blocked the rain. Her eyes trained to her palm which held a brooch of her family’s crest.

Vivian could handle the physical abuse, she could handle the neglect, what she could not handle was the pure distain the matriarch showed her. How her mother cried the day she was born, wails of anguish decorated the halls with an atmosphere of despair. It wasn’t until she was older that despair had evolved into disdain, and from disdain to disillusion, God had set upon a curse upon her home. How hard must a child cry for her mother to love her? How flawed is her form that she couldn’t be spared affection? How many nights did she sob uncontrollably and beg for a god to fix her? Vivian had tried everything to earn her love and affection, prim and proper clothes with colored contacts  even caked on makeup to hide her shame. How excited she was to show her brothers, surely they would love her now! They had to!

They didn’t. 

Vivian remembered carrying her writhing body and the helplessness she felt as the sun burned her flesh, the pain was immense. She remembered the found of her knuckles cracking as she pounded against the door, the split flesh leaving angles streaks of crimson that dribbled onto the step. When her mother found her Vivian’s skin  was red and blistered, she collapsed to her knees in a sobbing heap, her bloody hands gripping at her mother’s leg. A child’s last plea for safety. The matriarch scowled and snatched her by her alabaster hair dragging her into the main room, “Unclean!” she would shout, “Impure! Tainted!” It was not the repeated hits that bit into her raw flesh but her mother’s words that broke her.

Vivian felt the cold wind bite at her and it returned her to reality. She brought her pale hand to her face, thin crimson tears wept from her palms where her nails dug in. She moved the dark curtains from her face, she smiled as her macabre hand ran the velvety black shards of hair between her fingers. Her hair always made her smile, perhaps the one kind thing her mother ever bought her, even if it was a vain attempt to please her, she remembered the dye staining her fingers like a darkness, paired with a now darker smile cast along her face.

Vivian recalled the best gift she had been given, from her father. Her loyal, loving, god-fearing father. The pillar of is community was caught balls-deep in another woman’s husband. Vivian could not describe what she had in the coming days as she watched the matriarch’s whole life collapse into a pillar of salt around her. The loyal loving husband ran off in the middle of the night, Vivian could blame him, how sad his eyes were. She hoped this man found solace in his own torment else where, for this small gift he had given her, she couldn’t hate him. Caleb and Anthony were removed from this sinful house by the church.

And then Vivian found her. The matriarch, pious and mighty, desperately crawling  along the floor the translucent orange pill bottle empty and discarded. For the first time when their eyes met there was fear, and it wasnt from Vivian. The deep pocks of green and gold gazed at her, stricken with tears and desperation arms extended for her phone, Vivian felt the ice surge from her core and in a quick swipe kicked the phone across the room. The next bit went so quickly, the tears running down her face, the biting at her brain she must have ran ten miles before stopping to breathe. And breathe she did.

Vivian threw the blanket off of her, she had stopped shivering a while ago now. Her time on this horrible planet will be over soon as she was embraced by warmth all over, the winter fog rolling in, and all she could do was smile. ‘I remember mother, but who will remember me?’ she thought closing her eyes for the final time.

When she opened them again she was seated next to the campfire and the rain had stopped. And she was happy.

[woodlandscab1n]

mmmmmmm want tooooo work on the dbd au's doc but also no. explode. implode even... i am too lazy and exhausted and if i have to think about dbd leon 1 more second more i might explode because we are ptsd twinses and ptsd twinsies have ptsd swag moments at the same time (i will have an episode thinking a little too much about how he feels because emotional flashbacks are a thing. fuck you brain)

[askthe-quietartist]

*The trials been going well. Well enough opening a chest sounded like a good idea for most survivors. As Jeff finds a chest behind a large rock, he sense no heart beat signaling a killer close. Opening the chest Jeff would find... Nothing? There's always something right*

"Looking for something, Jeffy?'

*Looking up, the voice came from up top the large rock, but Jeff would get a flashlight beam right to the face. After a surprise blind, the light flicks off and a man in a motorcycle helmet, red puffer jacket, and black pants was causally sitting on top of the rock. To casual for a survivor, too lax for Killer?*

"I wouldn't bother with this one, it's one of the "weak" flashlights." @ask-theoverseer-max

“THAT’S A WEAK FLASHLIGHT??“ Jeff sounded surprised, blinking to regain his sight back. Gosh now he sees why Killers hated these darn things now.  Vision clear he looked up to the stranger that had just blinded him. Didn’t look like a survivor he’s met before, or a killer for that matter either.  “Uh..mind telling me who you are?“ @ask-theoverseer-max

[chrisredfield-re]

Let any survivors go in a trial yet and/or plan to? or have you just been mercilessly slaughtering them? 👀

"Beautiful question my dear," He purred while wiping his blade.

"Chances of surviving my games are low, I promise that much but for those who are different from the rest, those who stand out, I give a better chance. This may include those who kick up a bigger fuss like that blonde woman who stabbed my side with a shard of glass, or that older male who against all odds picked himself up without anyone's help..."

He licked his lips, "I even spared a few who beg with teary eyes like a mewling kitten~ Make the game more fun for me and I might just give you a chance to escape. The key word is 'might' however."

[theiridescentocean]

Welcome one and all to the iridescent ocean. A beautiful beach paradise hidden away in the dimension of the entity only seen by those who stray too far from the campfire. Those who choose to wander may find themselves venturing into this strange realm of white sand beaches and bioluminescent waters. Be warned though… You may begin to adapt to the new environment in new and strange ways not yet seen in the realms the moment you enter those glowing waters.

Ok what is the iridescent ocean event?

The iridescent ocean event is the new (maybe) annual mermaid event for dead by daylight blogs and roleplayers!

Dates?

May 1st through June 1st. Basically think of it like a dbd rp blog wide mermay event.

Who’s running this shitshow event?

You may know me as survivor susie or daily cheryl or just Doe or Diana.

Will there be a discord?

Yes! The discord will be opened mid April (20th probably. This date is subject to change.)

Who can join?

Anyone with a dbd/horror rp blog or dbd/horror muses! Ocs are also welcome!

UPDATE! 4/20

THE DISCORD IS NOW LIVE!

[askbabyjeff]

[ask-mspaint-jigsquad]

Hello Tumblr, I want to play a game.

You’re probably wondering where you are... I’ll tell you where you might be. Ask-mspaint-jigsquad is now officially open!

Welcome to the Gideon meat factory, where the realest bitches in town have committed to the bit a little too hard- accidentally making an askblog for the most devastating splatter-horror soap opera in the history of cinema.

Basic information is below the cut. 😈

Information:

General Ask/RP Stuff

Blog is 18+ because of the nature of the Saw franchise. Pretty sure it’ll be relatively sfw minus the occasional mspaint gore. We’ll be mostly crackish/fluffy here otherwise.

Asks, Interactions, and Roleplay is open and highly encouraged ^^ we accept both Saw and DBD muses, and if you have an oc feel free to check in with us if you wanna send em over! Shoot us a dm if you wanna plan something, whatever floats ur boat! We don’t bite… usually.

This is an extremely low effort blog on our side, so expect our art to be as such. Don’t feel the need to do ur best work around us, we won’t judge! Commit to the bit 🫡

We aren’t assigning ourselves to specific characters- however we do have favourites that we may write more often than the others. We answer on a first come first serve basis 😎

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Mods & Associated Blogs:

Artemis/Moth/Feral

Main: @rabidgeneralgrievous

Philip Ojomo askblog: @algebra-of-infinite-night

Jake Park askblog: @corvidae-cowboy

Mxy

Main: @periwinklekryptonite

Sky

Main: @abananaisaweapon

[daily-cheryl]

Y’all don’t get the context.