#dbd jed olson

[dilophosauridae248]

Too tired to draw so I'm reblogging this again.

Somethin

[grahamcrackers4hanni]

Ok, hear me out… So the DBD’s The Ghost Face’s actual name is Danny Johnson, right? And y'know how a phantom is a type of ghost?

Well, at some point I had a little stupid head cannon that like in between trials the legion or someone would poke fun at Danny by calling him something like “Low grade Danny Phantom” or some shit like that.

I've started referring to him as Danny Phantom to my friends right after figuring this out. Bro😭I'm so disappointed in myself for not seeing it sooner.

[marooncircus]

Be moved to tears, look down on me, tell me how pitiful I am

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

Danny canonically forgets to eat.

Whether he actually gives a damn about you and actually cares about you or not he still is thankful to have you around to remind him.

If you cook for him then it's even better. Gets mildly annoyed if you interrupt him while hes working to give him a plate of food but then upon seeing food his body will remind him that he hadn't eaten and his anger will immediately subside.

If you cant cook? Thats fine too. You guys get take out more often than you would like to admit. Sit on the couch and eat together while watching whatever movie you two had decided on. More often than not he will fall asleep in the middle of the movie. His stomach is full, hes been working all day, comfortable on the couch and he is clonking out. Snores pretty loud though. It's a struggle to get him to get up and be awake enough to make it to the bed. He will probably sleep in his work clothes on accident. May even just give in and insist on sleeping on the couch because he doesnt feel like moving.

[per-civall]

[skinandruins]

Chased.

Reblog to save a artists life 🪽

[whorrorbellee]

Cherry Waves : one

Ghostface! Danny Johnson x f!reader

Danny just had to save you. He just had to save your poor sad life. Knocking your sad frail body against fake plastic tiles. Shoving his fingers down your throat like a kid fishing for pennies. What was it you wrote in your diary? Your shiny white masked knight in a black shroud? Well how cute. Maybe it was time he kept a pet around.Just to play or course.18+ : eventual smut, themes of suicide (reader attempts), selfharm, sexual content, murder, themes of violence

ao3 prolouge masterlist

Three months later,

VETERANS MURDERED IN HOME

Adam webbing

Senior journalist 

See page four for more details.

Another violent murder has shocked the small sunny town of Roseville after the body’s of Daren and his brother Edward Small were recovered outside their home in the early hours of the morning. The Brothers fought bravely in the army during the Vietnam war, Darren was a well loved member of the Roseville community and along with his brother they led the local boy scouts on numerous camping trips and charity events, last year raising nearly two thousand dollars for the local animal shelter. 

The witness (who chooses to stay anonymous) found Daren slumped over on a lawn chair with multiple stab wounds, while Edward was found lying outside the trailer door in an obvious attempt to escape with a shattered leg and seven stab wounds to the back. The stab wounds were so brutal it shattered his rib cage and punctured his lungs. The Witness said she saw a man covered in a black shroud and white mask running from the scene before calling first responders. Darren died shortly in the ambulance after attempts to stop bleeding. 

Is this the work of a new killer, or a robbery gone wrong?

If you have any information please contact Detective Moore at the RPD +(000) 000 000

A memorial will be held later today at the Roseville Community Hall at 4pm everybody is welcome to attend.

Your hand traces the words, they're so tiny you could have missed them. White mask. You bite your lip. A month ago you would have called him a knight in a shiny black robe and a white plastic mask. And now you're unsure if he really was a saviour, a guardian angel. When you had thought about it a bit more he had seemed like a vigilante, the violent ones from the comic books, like the punisher, or maybe even Batman. Cloaked in darkness protecting people from rapists by beating them to a pulp, he had reminded you a bit of the crow, your own Eric Draven. 

And maybe he was just a vigilante, maybe the Small brothers had committed multiple offences during their time in Vietnam, you heard the stories. Rape, Looting, collecting ears. You had even heard about soldiers paying for certain commodities with children. But these were just maybes, maybe he was a saviour, a blessing in disguise, but he had also threatened you with a painful death if you would ever try to attempt again. 

And although it was Florida, where crazy crack addicts try to train gators, or break into houses just to watch TV for hours. There was something shocking about the turn of events that had happened in such a short amount of time. You had a near death experience while unknowingly being saved by a masked killer, and then two 50 something year old men the community worshipped on veteran day had been killed, stabbed. 

Shot in the head would've been easier to digest, but the brothers owned guns, they hunted, they had been in the army for god sake, they had killed people. Stabbed? When either brother is able to grab a gun and shoot? This was a completely different story. Whomever had killed them was not someone to mess with. He was dangerous.

And what if you were next, what if you crashed into the guy out of costume and he saw the scars on your arms, or a pot of pills from the pharmacy. What if you cut in line or told him to ‘fuck off’, would you be next, if you even thought about suicide again would he make good on his promise?

The Police thought they were clever, that it was NCIS level shit, the only problem was, when you have a town this small. Every detective or officer was someone you had spoken to. You could spot them from a mile away as they stood ridgid against walls holding candles like batons. The police were so sure the killer was going to be in attendance that you could make out the indentation of handcuffs in the jean shorts that half of them wore.

You walked, arm linked in arm with Aaron. He was on your recently completed college course, and had just landed a gig as a touring concert photographer with some band from the 70s. Made up of fifty year old men. It was high paying, and he actually got to go to like three places in Europe. So it was something worth being jealous over. The only thing you had managed to do was get a job at the paper as a photographer and assistant to the editor, running coffees while snapping photos for the paper wasn't exactly the hardest gig, nor was it the most riveting. But hey, you had bills to pay, and your uncle hired you as a favour from your mum. 

In Fact the only reason you were here at the Memorial service at all was to snap quick photos of mourners, you had shot some photos of candles being lit by the boyscouts hall, along with flowers laid upon each other neatly, swapping from a digital camera to a film camera when you realised you were gonna have to edit either one on the difficult software you had begged your manager to buy. Aaron pointed out different ideas for the paper, but you knew your Uncle would go with the lit candles anyway, so there was no bother. After you had got your shots you head back to the gazette, zig zagging across the crowd of people heading to the memorial. You wave goodbye to Aaron as you sling your digital camera over your shoulder ready to enter the building and suddenly you're crashing into the wall. Or a person. You gaze up at your victim. He's a little shy of six feet, dirty blonde hair swooping every which way. Brown puppy eyes staring down at you, he brings his hand up apologetically, and you watch the way the curves of his lips twitch into a smile. “Im so sorry” 

You squint back at him. “It's fine,” you wave your hand at him. “Really I should watch where im going” you pause, and then force a smile, reaching your hand out to grab the door handle, his hand follows and knocks your own, you both pull back quickly. 

“Gosh! Look at us.” He smiles again, eyes crinkling into a big fake grin, you only stare back. “Well, ladies first.” he nods. You don't look back as you swing the door open, and then pull yourself into the building, not bothering if the door hits him on your way in. “Did you go to the memorial?” he asks, in an odd cheery tone, the kind you put on when you answer the phone. 

“Yep” you mutter back, you're unsure if he even heard you as you turn in a twist of corridors, yanking doors and climbing up the stairs, until you're at the office. 

The Gazette is an odd shaped building, its L shaped, the gap allowing for a parking lot that's scarcely used. The Gazette is on the second floor, underneath a marketing or lawyer firm. It's a three story building at the edge of town, a short walk from your home, and the local coffee shop you hide in. 

Jed waves bye at you as you slip into the dark room, you spend thirty minutes developing the film and bathing it into baths of chemicals. You snip the roll into sections, hang to dry over the sink with film clips weighing each of them down. Then rebottling and labelling the chemicals you've used. You've got about two to five hours to wait-out until they're dry, so you sort the film from the other day into a clear folder, checking Jeds to see if it was dry. Your eyes glaze over the shots of a new cafe that opened up recently. Then you hurl yourself out the door. 

You carefully scan your film into the kodak 35mm scanner, it takes ages to see it fully appear on screen, Then  you work on editing the contrast and changing the photos from sepia to full colour. You finally print the photos for a final go over and head over to your uncle's office. You pass Jeds desk, perfectly organised, he swings around on his chair, you pause. 

“Your films dry in there, by the way” you smile lightly and watch him lean back on his chair before standing, the chair rolls across the floor at a hurdling speed, and you pop your leg out to stop it before walking away.

Micheal Thomas Jones wasn't actually your uncle, before your dad passed he was his closest friend. He helped your mum out financially before she remarried, even offering her a job as assistant when she couldn't work due to health reasons. He's a sweet guy, you remember him swinging you around his garden at a family barbeque when you were seven. You weren't sure if they were actually hiring for a photographer/assistant when he offered you a job, in fact Jed had only been hired four months prior to your appearance and he was already taking photos for the paper. But freshly graduated you decided to take whatever you could. 

You had learnt the office admired Jed, the ladies fawned over his perfect hair and the guys laughed at his crude jokes. You weren't sure how you stood with Jed, he was a seasoned Photographer/journalist that had crashed into the tiny town right next to your little apartment. Part of you wondered why Roseville, why a tiny town? With his experience he could have aimed for somewhere bigger. It felt like charity work, barely minimum wage for beautifully written articles about the intricacies of the town. He made potholes being filled sound like someone had won the lottery. It bothered you slightly, he was put on this pedestal, even a snarky remark had sounded like a lighthearted joke. 

You push the door open to Mike’s office, planting the images on his desk as he smiles up at you. “Do you want a coffee from down the road?” you ask. Mike nods, bald head shining under the light. He stretches out his arm to check over the photos as you grab the company card from his wallet and walk out. You already had his coffee order memorised. You walk around and ask the few in if they want anything. Your feet land at Jeds desk. You purse your lips at the empty chair.

He takes it black, right?Maybe you should check. 

Your arms sway against your body as you pull yourself up to the dark room. The red light isnt on so you plant your hand on the door. Slowly turning the silver handle. “Don't come in,” Jed hisses. You shut the door. Blinking quickly. “Sorry, the lights are off and I don't want to ruin these photos” You furrow your eyebrows, eyes glazing to the now shining red light above the door.

“All good, do you want a coffee?” you ask. You wait a few seconds and lean against the door, He doesn't reply. “Jed?” you wonder if you should leave. You clasp your hands and stretch them out in front of you. 

A few moments pass and you feel the door open, you scramble to balance yourself on your feet as Jed peeks his head out the door. “Hey” He smiles. The scar on his cheek lifting. You step backwards to allow him out the room, head blocking the photographs he's hanging to dry.

“Hi”, you answer. 

You watch him adjust his button shirt, pushing his glasses up before he tilts his head at you. “I'll come grab coffee with you!” He seems almost sincere. You nod your head as he leads you out the building. 

The walk is silent. All you hear is Jeds converse scuff across the sidewalk in quick succession, he walks on the outside of the road and switches over when you cross. Hand pressed against your back as he moves round you. When you head into the Coffee shop they're nearly closing, you're glad you're only ordering four coffees. The whirring of the coffee machine fills your ears, and you sigh into the smell of freshly ground beans. After you order you wait for the coffees by the collection point. 

You pick at your nails, Jeds hands slide into his back pockets and he kicks his feet against each other. “Sorry, I hope I haven't gotten the wrong idea, but do you hate me?”

His question startles you, you feel the wind knocked out of your lungs. It's too confrontational but not out of the ordinary for Jed. “No, what? Why do you think that” 

He breathes a sigh of relief, fingers combing through his brows, “well, I guess it's because we don't really talk and I catch you giving me these horrid looks sometimes?” 

Your eyebrow raises, lips snarling, and then you relax your face. “Look, I don't hate you. I guess I'm just a little jealous, I feel like Mike likes you more than me and I've known him for like, ever~” you watch him digest your words. There's a hint of a smirk on his face. “Maybe I'm just being cynical but it's like, everyone is so captivated by you and I have no clue why you are even here. Not in a bad way, just it's a small town in Florida literally outside Jacksonville, like Miami is right there. Maybe i just think you should aim a little higher, actually get your name out there” 

He turns his head towards the barista, smiling and thanking her for the drinks. He nods at you and you follow him through the door. When you're outside you take out the carton of cigarettes from your back pocket, sliding one into your mouth and turning to Jed, he looks down at you. You feel squeamish on the inside, soft eyes hitting your own, his arm bumps your own in a sweet jokey way. You're starting to get why all those ladies like him at work. Something in his boyish nature takes you back to highschool. With those heart crushing crushes on indie nerds. You feel your cheeks blush. You smile back, it's genuine this time. You hold out the carton to him, he plucks one from the pack, slipping it in the corner of his mouth you bring the lighter towards the Cig, his lips purse as he huffs smoke from the corners of his mouth.  

When Jed Olson waves you goodbye at your door with a smile, he steps into his cramped apartment and his face falls, shoulders arching inwards as he stomps off his clothes. Stepping into the shower, washing away the achy muscles of the day. Fresh scars burning as the water steams over them.He lets his hand run over his hair slicking it back until only a strand falls over his brow. He fishes out a black shirt from a pile on the floor and shoves it over his head. Wet skin sticking to the fabric. He needs a day off. Jed Olson is making him so sick. Keeping up appearances is only so easy when everyone wants a piece of you, he wishes Jed was less likeable. That he didn't feel the need to trap flies into his web with ease and yet he felt you edge closer to the centre of his cage, ready to be coiled into a prison of silk, just like the others. Because if everyone liked him, then Danny would have a far easier job.

Danny pulled out a small folder, and flipped through the number of photos he had taken over the past few months, Darren smoking a cigarette outside, Edward teaching a young boy how to tie a knot. Sally Hughes drinking a glass of wine and watching a trashy tv show and you . 

You're sitting on the couch with your hand between your thighs. Kyle Maclachlan is on the TV drinking a cup of coffee. Another of you crying, mouth gaping open, hand over your throat. Face red from the vice grip. There’s one of you pinching the fat on your thigh. Another biting your finger in a tiny lil leopard print thong in front of the mirror. You're on the floor cutting your thigh with a small knife, blood smeared against your cheek. You licking the knife clean.

He wouldn't have run into you if he had climbed into his apartment that night. You would have been dead, rotting into the sofa. Body inflating. But he just had to save you. Knocking your sad frail body against fake plastic tiles. Shoving his fingers down your throat like a kid fishing for pennies. Pressing the leather into your tongue until you had thrown up. Patting your head as you cried. Threatening you. Saving you poor sad life. He could've ended it all right there, started the chain of events. Pulling you away from deaths edge and then pushing you straight in. He had seemed to convince himself that he would have been caught if you were dead. Apartment ransacked leading to his questioning, he’d never figure out the logistics of it. But he just knew you would be important. 

So he slides himself over to the wall above his tv, pushing pins into the photographs, anyone else would call this a shrine. But really, it was his final plan. 

Danny Johnson dresses himself in a pair of cargos, he pulls his leather combat boots on and ties them up quickly. He buckles up his brand new Shroud and slips on a white mask. He slips out the window smoothly and creeps on to the fire escape, walking slowly along the metal before purchasing himself outside your window. And then he watches.

[teaghouls]

Errrmmm

[mr-bas00nist]

Please be proud!

Sub! Danny Johnson, Desperate and Depraved Danny❤️, Dom Male Reader, Blowjob, Dub-Con, Facefucking, Daddy Issues, Slight Manipulation, Praise, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink and Throatpie 

WARNING‼️ This is a bit dark but it gets better at the end 🙌

The Ghostface was a cold and calculated in the real world. But I’m the entity’s realm his sadistic side showed way more. He didn’t have to clean up anything, he could kill infront of people without the slightest hint of fear. It was amazing, and you could ask any survivor about him and they’ll all say he’s the scariest stealth killer. 

The feeling of being stared at but not knowing we’re it’s coming from until it’s to late, or not even realizing your being stared out is a very common fear for all survivors. Though one thing about Danny that people didn’t realize was how depraved and desperate he was. 

Whether that be sexually or emotionally. No one ever realized that though. But with careful observation you realized it. How desperate he was for a hug or even a touch of human contact. I mean his father certainly didn’t help. He always looked for approval before and after his fathers death. But, he never got it. Only shallow ‘good jobs’ on his newspaper articles.

But your praise was different. Of course he could realize you were kind of using him for things like escapes and less hooking but he couldn’t really blame you. He got a hug and you got the hatch. It was perfect for him. 

You wanted to change it up a bit though. You wanted release. All that sexual frustration wasn’t helping your case. So who else to go to but the man who needs your touch or he’d probably kill himself? The match went by quickly 4 gens remained and all 3 of your teammates were dead. 

You stood at the shack of Macmillan’s estate when you sensed a familiar presence. Danny reveals himself running up to you excitedly. He hugs you and you hug him back but before he can pull away you hold him there. Under his gaping mask he had a quirked eyebrow but you simply had a little smile. 

You held him there, his crotch leveled with yours. You slowly started moving against his crotch and his breath hitches. He expects you to push him away and laugh at him but you don’t. You only continue humping him. “W-what’s the special occasion-?” He rasps out. “Horny.” You spoke

He nods holding onto your own hips tightly. You guys met each others thrusts eagerly especially Danny. He throws his head back with a loud gasp as you kiss his cloaked neck. You pull away stopping your movements. 

He whines at the lost of contact when you start unbuckling your pants. “On your knees.” He nods falling to his knees quickly. You pull your cock out as Danny awaits a command. “Suck.” He nods licking the tip quickly. 

He slowly puts the tip in his mouth sucking gently. “Mhm, good boy.” He moans around your dick. 

He pulls off confusing you but the words that leave his mouth immediately make you forget your confusion. “A-am I doing good?” He asks worried. You rub his head gently. “So good for me. So good.” He clenches his thighs together as His cock twitches. “Thank you daddy.” You growl shoving his mouth back onto your dick.

You begin fucking his throat as he can do nothing but choke and cry. He holds your upper thighs tightly bracing himself while you jackhammer your cock in his throat. He smiles, not that you can see. He’s finally worthy to you, he’s finally worth something to you! To someone!

With a few more thrusts your grunts and moans increase in volume when you finally reach your peak. You shove his head all the way down on your cock as you cum in his throat. You finally let go of his head as he coughs on the floor vigorously. He looks up at you with admiration making you quirk your eyebrow.

You pat his head with a genuine smile walking away to find the hatch. Would this be an ongoing thing? Danny sure fucking hoped so.

[clownteeth6]

School doodles

[spacefish370]

chromeskull x serial killer reader x the collector and we add ghostface? not movie ghostface, DBD ghostface.

Danny and reader were already together and know that each other are serial killers but Jesse and Asa do not.

I feel like it would be funny for Danny and reader to be caught in the act over something stupid and Asa and Jesse are the ones to catch them.

It's the middle of the and Danny and y/n slip out of the back door of their shared house. thinking that they didn't not wake their other two lover. little did they know the two men were never asleep to begin with. Jesse was worried and wanted to know what the two were up too. Danny and y/n get in the car all gear packed and ready of the nights horror feast. They leave. Jesse dragged Asa to the car to follow after them.

they arrive at a house and parked a safe distance away from Danny's car. They are gone for hours then two masked people get in the car. Jesse was about to pounce but Asa stopped him and picked up his phone to call them. "hey, where are you guys?" Asa asked. "we are a burger king because I want nuggets even though y/n say they are better at mcdonald's." Danny quickly came up with a lie." Okay." Asa and Jesse saw the masked man talk into the phone. Asa got out of the car and so did Jesse."are you in a car ?" Danny asked trying to mask with worry."No." Asa once again answered. they crept closer to the other car making sure they were none the wiser. Jesse moved to the passenger window. " Get me and Jesse something from there will you. I would like a chicken sandwich." Asa told Danny." What does Jesse want?" Danny asked." ask him yourself." Asa could the child like screams that came from both grown as adults. " Holy fucking shit Jesse!" y/n yelled from inside the car. Asa and jesse were quick to hop in the back of the car. lots of question were asked that night and common hobbies were discovered. What a bloody Valentine<3

[dilophosauridae248]

Crunchy :3

[soulariarym]

Hey! I hope you’re doing better after you got Covid. I was wondering if you could do headcannons on how Dbd Ghostface would react to stalking a reader that knows they’re being stalked and is mutually interested in him? Also, feel free to take your time.

Happy New Year from Fero!

Ofc ofc! And Ty I’m feeling much better

Ghostface

At first Danny thought he was being stealthy, eyeing every corner and crevasse of your body anytime he could.

Sure it might’ve worked if you didn’t notice the distinct sound of his cloak somewhere in the distance every time you had a trial with him, hell even out of trials you heard him rummaging around the trees while you sat at the campfire.

At first you tried not to make it obvious you knew he was there, but you did make a run for it anytime you were in a trial, why would you let him get a free down?

You told yourself it was just a coincidence and he must do this to everyone, but upon asking around nobody seemed to relate to his behavior towards them.

Soon enough you realized it was just you, him stalking you in trials for what felt like hours, him hiding behind trees at the campfire to stare at you, and what was most odd is he wouldn’t ever hurt you, no he’d just stare and walk away. Even then that was a rare occasion, for him to even walk away.

After your thought process you knew what you had to do, you had to confront him.

You were still thinking when the thought hit you, is he… interested in you… like that? No way! It’s Danny! Danny doesn’t fall in love… right?

The thought had you heating up, smiling like and idiot. Sure you couldn’t see his face but his body structure and rough hands had you thinking about him all the time.

Next trial, you heard that distinct noise, it was Danny staring at you through the brush again.

You chuckled a little as you turnt your head towards him.

“Yknow if you wanted to be friends you could at least say hi instead of staring at me all trial like a weirdo”

You smiled at him

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you could see me”

You laughed, covering your mouth

“It’s ok, I don’t mind but I’d rather you talk to me”

Danny smiled under his mask, slowly walking out of the brush he was hiding in, he sat down next to you on the generator you were on, leaning against it.

“I’ll make sure to do that more often, “sweetheart”

He took off his mask, setting it on his lap. You immediately smiled and noticed your face began to heat up again.

You couldn’t see his face as it was covered by his hood and the shadows from it.

But just the thought had your heart racing.

[marooncircus]

That glimpse of hell isn’t so bad

Scatter it with love

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

I like the idea that Danny is a little WEIRDO about sex. Doesn't need it but whenever he gets turned on somethings gotta get done about it. He doesn't mind it obviously but most times anything sexual feels like a chore. Gotta keep the body running in good condition for his work or something I guess.

Doesn't get turned on the the usual stuff I imagine. Moreso like in a way someone flickered their head when they said something or the way they shifted in their seat. Weird little voyeuristic things sort of. Hard to put this into words but at least I know what I'm on about in my head.

[metalichotchoco]

Wrapped in your gaze