#dbd entity blog

[ask-void-born-entity]

"Enough of this!"

"You want my time?! You demand my audience so desperately, so much?!.."

"Very well then, Speak you overcomplicated energy maker! For your healthy status might differ from now at any moment if you waste breath towards me."

(Finally created a separate Ask blog for my Entity OC, supposedly called "The Shadow Entity", interact with her and learn more of this puppet master of shadows. Oh and don't worry about her harming you. It's only like a... 85% chance of happening. So.. Anyway Good luck out there champ!) artwork by: @feliksbyks

[ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god]

Most killers Lore: Shows them as something human living a decently normal life until something bad happens, or they were crazy all along or they made a evil monster. The Unknown lore: He got beat up in the bathroom of a waffle house for talking mad shit by the entity. Want proof here.

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Entity: It's Pride Month Maxwell, You know what that means.

Maxwell: Uh.. What, you want me to make the Survivors and Killer's even Gayer, What?

[dwentity]

It's They/It for a reason my man

[ask-simon-the-shadow]

Holding Simon Guide

Simon will follow friend when he is ready

[silvcrignis]

@soulsdevoured is new in town

“Ahhhh, is this a business or pleasure visit, Smokes? Look if it’s about the last trial… They deserved that shit & no I won’t tone it down next time, they were a bitch & a coward for doing what the fuck they did.”

“If it’s about anything else, I may be open for discussion.”

[little-monsters-entity]

What's wrong? Somehow Lucas can't feel the present from few of his pets anymore.

Blog event. Missing pets.

[scnderlands]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

  the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

 the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

 “shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

 “hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

 “yeah, I’m good, are you?”

 he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

 “dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

 the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

 you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

 “there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

 you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second  wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

 without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

 the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside. 

 wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

 “doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

 there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

 “so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

 “you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

 “notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

 “never you mind.”

 wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

 you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

 “I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

 his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

 he smiled, “good.”

 his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

 “wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

 it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

 “were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

 you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

 “wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

 “yes we can.”

 finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

 wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

 “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

 the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

 you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

 “w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

 your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

 “fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

 wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

 the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

 “that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

 “wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

 before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

 “fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

 he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

 your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

 the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

 “do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

 tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

 your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

 you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

 his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

 “you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

[sugarbooger513]

My Little Muse...

I'm resurrecting my blog god damn it. I've been obsessing over DBD (especially the killers). I decided to start with one of my favorite people's favorite killers as a comfort... But be ready for smut >:)

Word Count: 1.4k

Content warning: Jake is a dick, no it is not canon 100 percent, mentions of death, murder, blood, it's based off of a horror game.

Reminder that I do have a taglist. If you'd like to be added it is on my pinned post, and I will provide the link here

The generator sparks a few times, showing promise. You can hear Dwight let out a sigh of relief. 

“How many are left? Two?” 

Before you can answer, Jake does. “Something like that. I think Meg is still-” 

All at once, your fingers slip on the wire and the generator gives that loud bang that alerts everyone in the swamp. 

Jake instantly turns to you, yelling loudly. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” 

“I-I didn’t-” 

“You just lead that damn killer this way! Are you stupid?! You better fucking take chase so the rest of us can get out!” 

“Hey!” Dwight is quick to growl at Jake and his explosive attitude. “Calm down, we all mess up the generators from time to time.. Oh shit, quiet!” 

Your body shakes as you crouch, slowly walking with Dwight. It doesn’t take long for you to see the killer of today’s trial. The Oni, Kazan Yamaoka, stands with his back to you. Behind his broad shoulders, his long, white hair blows behind him. In a way, a very terrifying way, it’s beautiful. 

“Y/N, stay quiet..” Dwight reaches towards you, gently grabbing your hand to comfort you. “Get to another generator, I’ll take chase.” 

“What?!” You hiss at him. “Dwight, you’re a smart man, don’t do something so stupid! Oni is ruthless!” 

“You’re better at the generators, and I’ve been in these trials since the start.. Let me deal with him.” He smiles kindly at you, as he always does. Even at the campfire, he’s the first survivor to smile at you like that. “Go. I’ll see you when this is over, okay?” 

He doesn’t give you time to argue, and he instead gets up from where he’s crouched. He flashes his flashlight at Oni, catching the killer’s attention. Dwight’s eyes widen and he takes off in a sprint. 

You swear the ground even shakes with fear as Oni runs by your hiding spot. When the heartbeat in your ears calms down, you stand up and start to walk towards the next generator. 

It takes everything in you to ignore the blood curdling scream that you hear. 

You hit your knees as soon as you get to the generator. Luckily for you, this had already been worked on. Ignoring the splash of blood across the metal, you rip open the flap that holds the wires. 

Your hands tremble as you grab two wires. No no.. don’t listen don’t listen.. I can’t let Jake’s dumbass get in my head.. All four of us will get out.. We will we.. we.. 

Tears form in your eyes as the generator starts to roar to life. Somewhere in the distance, another scream is heard, along with the all too familiar rumble of the entity claiming someone else. 

The generator turns on, flashing a bright light as the alarm goes off, signaling that the exit gate can be opened. However, you just sink to the ground. Finally, the tears you were holding back start to drip down your face. One turns into two, which turns into waterfalls cascading down your cheeks. 

You don’t even bother to move when your heart starts to pound. 

You can hear heavy breathing directly behind you, even hear the soft dripping of blood as it falls from him and onto the grass below. 

Despite your trembling, you turn your head up and meet his glowing red eyes from behind his mask. The burgundy mask only serves to make his eyes that much more intimidating. 

However, all he does is stand in front of you, staring. He doesn’t even lift his sword. 

What is he doing? 

There’s no point in running, no point in fighting. He will catch you, and there’s no doubt that he will win. You do the only logical thing you can do in this situation. More tears stream down and you find yourself bowing, hoping that he’ll hook you quickly and get it over with. 

However, it never comes. The Oni lifts his blade and places it back in his sheathe. 

“..Sit up.” His voice is ragged, tired even. You quickly follow his instructions, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. 

His large hand comes down, gently wiping a tear from your face. “I did not cause this.. Who?” 

“..You can talk?” 

If you didn’t think you were crazy before, you certainly are now because you swear he chuckles at your stupid question. “Of course.. But most of the time I am.. Working. Now, why the tears?” 

“I.. It’s stupid. Why aren’t you putting me on a hook?” 

“Would you like me to do that? I’m sure it hurts.” 

“No! No I.. you just.. Are you showing mercy?” 

“You ask a lot of questions to a killer..” 

“..right.. One of the other survivors got mad at me for screwing up a generator. I did it one time! I’ve covered his ass in so many trials and it just.. Well it isn’t a good time for me either..” 

He clears his throat a bit and hums. “Yes I could uh.. Smell that.” 

Your face instantly goes hot in embarrassment. “E-excuse me?! You could smell it?!” 

“..My entire thing is going into a blood fury.. Do you assume I can’t smell a woman’s menstrual cycle?” 

Somehow, your face goes even hotter. “..Okay you might have a point..” 

“Besides, I used to be considered human. I’ve been around women, and there are little things you do to hint when you’re on your cycle. The random crying doesn’t help your case.” 

“It wasn’t random! Jake was being an ass and I’m tired of it! ..I’m just.. Tired.” 

“..I understand. The entity is ruthless, but at least dying in a trial doesn’t mean staying dead. You’ll see your friends at your campfire.” 

“I guess so.. So,” you stand up now, sighing, “I guess time is up? Go ahead and hook me.. I can’t outrun you anyways.” 

He sighs, now bending down a bit to pick you up bridal style. You gasp, but don’t fight. In fact, you find yourself leaning into his broad chest. The warmth that radiates from his body soothes your aches and pains, and brings comfort to your exhausted mind. 

“..Don’t get too comfortable. We’re almost to the hatch.” 

“Hatch?! You’re.. Why are you letting me leave?” 

He hums, not looking at you as he walks. “Your day has been enough hell. A hook on you won’t make me feel good anyways.” 

“Do.. do all of the killers have that same mindset?” 

“Not at all, but most of us certainly have our favorites out of you survivors. Now, whether that means they get mercy or even more brutality is dependent on the killer.” 

“..Does this mean I’m your favorite, Oni?” 

He snorts a bit. “I certainly enjoyed slicing your friends.. Especially the one who made you cry. He died by my hand this trial.” 

Your eyes widen. “So.. you knew?” 

“I had my eye on you the entire time, little prey. You just didn’t know it.” 

“B-but.. How?” 

“I chased you in the start and let you stun me with that pallet. After that, you were oblivious to my terror radius for some time. It gave me plenty of time to chase down that other girl and then find you.” 

You sink back into his hold, pondering his words. “That’s.. Incredible.. And terrifying.” 

“Good. It should be. Now,” he gently sets you on your feet, motioning to the open hatch, “get out of here. Go make sure your friends are back to the campfire.” 

“..Thank you, Oni.” You smile at him, feeling a bit lighter than you have all day.

“..Please, call me Kazan.. When it’s just us, of course.” 

You nod. “Okay, Kazan. Thank you.” You finally sit down, ready to push yourself into the hatch when he speaks again. 

“Oh, little prey, one last thing.” When you look up, you’re shocked to see him removing his mask. HIs eyes glow that crimson color still, but it seems a touch more dull against his skin color. He grins, revealing his sharp canines and almost scarily perfect smile. 

“Do keep this a secret.. I’d hate for my favorite prey to become someone else’s muse..” 

Taglist:  @katgalle, @kentosovertime, @roughwithfluff, @xxblissfullxx, @unordinaryolivia

[frank-a-mori-son]

The End of an Era

So as many have most likely concluded, this blog is no longer active - I have loved the time spent with it and all the fun thats been had, but I simply do not have the drive to continue with it, not only have I buckled under the strain of a few medical issues, but I am simply not into DBD that much any longer. However, I will let the blog stay up for those who'll enjoy it, I am still very much active on my twitter (LadyNinaDraws, an 18+ blog). I also wanted to wrap things up somewhat, as to the story of the characters.

And that mainly focuses on Danny, my Ghostface - His canon ending was always to overthrow the Entity and take its powers for himself, ascending into an Eldritch being and taking over the Fog where he'd keep select Killers and add more to his collection over time. He'd even keep some survivors but offer the remaining ones a chance to go home, all they had to do was sign over their souls to him once they perished in their worlds. This would mean everyone returned to the point of which they left, seperating Frank and Quentin, who'd then try and find a way to re-unite across the multi-universes.

Which was were that one comic I tried to make was leading to.

But now yall can only get to appreciate some Danny art I never posted XD

THANK YOU! For everything <3

[ask-void-born-entity]

Entity once again confused by humans in why they have a month for Pride but not any of the other Sins.

[ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god]

"Just a thought if I added the Killer Klowns from outer space into the realms would probably try to fuck them too? You horny fucks been trying to fuck anything I bring into this place! This isn't a whore house!"

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Are you Deadpools long lost brother?

"Now tell me something, What situation isn't improved by pizza?"

"Do you know a Kate Donson- Densin- Denson?.. am I saying that right?.. Good cause she knows you."

Danny: " I'm a-"

"A Stalker. Threats Hurt Danny, but not as badly as serrated Steel, you should know. Not fun when you're the one caught off guard huh?"

[dwentity]

If I can’t meme the patronizing, edgy asshole then what’s even the point

[ratnix]

Nevermore spectres as DBD killers: Their perks

Also btw literally thinking of rewriting these posts as chapters and pinning them on my blog so they're easier to find (plus I like rereading them, what can I say I'm a narcissist)

Anyway, each character (both survivors and killers) come with 3 unique perks. I will be focusing on the killers today (or the characters I think would be killers)

I decided on the names of the perks based on the characters' background and the works they are based on

Annabel Lee (I need to say I basically copy and pasted these perks from my AO3 nevermore x dbd crossover bc I'm lazy)

• Loved you most: When missing a skill check while healing, survivors have to restart the mending

• For the Moon never Beams: The lighting in the map becomes darker for both the survivors and you

• Bright Eyes: The grunts of the survivors are intensified and the aura of injured survivors is revealed to you when they enter your terror radius for 5/10/15 seconds

Prospero:

•Illimitable Dominion: When a survivor is put in the dying state, all survivors scream for five seconds and the generator with the most process automatically regresses

•Robber in the Night: You call upon the entity to consume a survivor's object

•Masque: When you hit a survivor for the first time after being unhooked, blindness for 20/30/40 seconds is inflicted

Montresor:

•For the Love of God: When a survivor misses a skill check, their aura is revealed for 5/10/15 seconds

•Amontillado: The speed of survivors inflicted with your special power is reduced by 15%. When you hook that survivor, you receive a token. When you gain three tokens, your special power can put any survivor in the dying state for the duration of the trial

•Upon the Rails: When an injured survivor enters your terror radius while you're chasing another survivor, their grunts and blood trails are intensified

Will:

•Mirror Mirror: When a survivor interacts with a pallet near one of your duplicates, their aura is revealed to you for 10 seconds

•Peaches and Water: Survivors' toolboxes' speed is reduced by 10%/20%/30%

•I'm Sorry: If two survivors are healing an injured survivor, their auras are revealed to you

Duke:

•Fearless: Healing process is reduced by 20%/30%/40%. When a survivor misses a heal skill check, the process is reduced for double the amount

•1912: One generator farthest from you is blocked by the Entity when you hook the Obsession

•A Jester's Drowning Trick: Generators in main buildings are blocked for 120 seconds

Ada:

•Proper Lady: You become undetectable at the start of the trial for 15 seconds

•Cry: your terror radius is increased when you chase the Obsession for more than 20 seconds and is transferred to the nearest survivors

•Shattered Ax: You call upon the Entity to block a totem cleansed by a survivor in your terror radius

Berenice:

•Hex: Bloody Teeth: When you hook a survivor, the nearest survivor to the hook is exposed for thirty seconds

•Fried to the Hat: When a survivor is hit with your special power for the first time, intoxication is applied. Their movements become opposite from the keys the players use. If they press A, they move right. If they press W, they move backwards etc

•Nothing Personal: When you hit a survivor who unhooks another survivor with your special power, they are put into the dying state

[ask-simon-the-shadow]

Treat-or-Trick Event! Part 3!

The Month of Spooks is Upon us and what's more terrifying than daily games of Death and Money many from Blood?!

Spooky Ghost With Arms!!

"How did this little guy get arms? If you take the sheet off will he still have arms? Spooky thoughts isn't it! Now take some candy he's giving you and say Thank you!"

(Ghost Simon's giving out Candy once again in his Treat-or-Trick Event! Like this Starter to get a visit from the Spooky Ghost of Halloween treats or be a random victim of this treat gifting spirit! This Ghost shall not be denied and you will accept his gift. Happy Halloween!)

Artwork By: @survivorsusie