#dbd scenarios

[d34dg1rl5]

Dbd hc drabble

Trickster

• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.

• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.

• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!

• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.

• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).

• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.

• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.

Knight

• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.

• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.

• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.

• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.

Frank (Legion)

• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.

• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.

• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!

• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(

• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

• This mf.

• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.

• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!

• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.

• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.

• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).

• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.

[luverine]

Ask: hi hi!! Can i request some Sable ward x Fem! reader headcanons in the entity’s realm? Maybe some protective Sable in there and some angst? thank you! <3

Sable Ward Girlfriend headcanon’s

MDNI // SFW // no proof read :\

꩜ Sable is intense, her passion for you runs wild like the wind.

꩜ Sable would always be around you like a guard dog, holding onto your hand or an arm wrapped around your waist.

꩜ Into oddities? Good! She’d gift you all kinds of trinkets, stones, bones, and jewelry. She loves putting a smile on your face.

꩜ In entities realm Sable always will have your back. She’s paranoid for you.

꩜ Her head spins with horrifying thoughts of things that will happen to you if she can’t save you.

꩜ You are the only person who can keep her grounded. Playing with her hair, holding her hand, wrapping your arms around her tightly.

꩜ She is incredibly loyal to you, devoted to your safety and heart. You are her everything.

꩜ Even if the entity tried there is no way to separate you two, souls so intensely bonded, and unable to break.

[unnamed-blob]

The Ocean Is My...

⇢ Pairing: Mer Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

⇢ Chapters: (1- Home) (2 - Grave) (3 - Drug) (4 - Cage)

⇢ Synopsis: The ocean has been Meg's home for as long as she can remember. But the tides have shifted with a new mer appearing, and now Meg has to fight to keep her head above the waves left in his wake.

⇢ A/N: Side-eyes the failed dual update promise. In my defense, it's finals season. How was I supposed to know?

Meg shifted, burying her feet in the sand as she shuffled nervously in place. She grasped the board underneath her arm tighter, clasping it with both hands in a strained grip. Was this the same woman who used to stride on the sand as if she were floating above it? Who used to carry her board slung under an arm as easily as if it weren’t there?

Who could blame her though? 

Meg forced a deep breathe in, holding it as she slowly counted in her head, then released it. Just the way Claudette always coached. 

She forced one foot in front of the other, a step forwards, and then another, gaze glued to the sand. 

Claudette would kill her if she knew what she was doing. So Meg had left the voicemail for Dwight instead. He was never up early, she’d be back by the time he’d be awake enough to listen to it. 

And by then it’d be no issue, because she’d be at home safe and sound. And if she wasn’t.. Then they’d know where to look first. 

Not to mention- Meg glanced up for the umpteenth time to make sure they were still there- it wasn’t as if she was completely alone. Another swimmer was further out, dark hair a stark contrast against the water as they dipped in and out of the water with an ease that made Meg’s chest tighten in jealousy. 

Mers wouldn’t attack a group, not when they typically hunted solitary and could risk being dragged onto shore. The only reason it’d happened last time was because she was stupid enough to be alone. Stupid enough to not even consider the possibility and be caught completely off guard. 

Meg stilled as she realized she’d reached the edge of the ocean, shoving her heart back down as it tried to leap upwards when the waves nudged at her feet. She gripped her board tighter, an old comfort. A reminder of her wondrous memories before, a life saving grace in her time of need. There was no possibility she would’ve been able to escape in her exhausted state without it. 

She had no intentions of surfing again, of peering into the abyss of the ocean and having it stare back. But she was comfortable enough to finally wade in. To let the water reach higher than her midsection. And the redhead would prefer to do so with an old friend. With a shield if necessary, and an aide to cut through the water faster to return her to shore. 

Meg took a final deep breathe, and with all the conviction of a man stepping off the plank, waded in. 

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The water was warm. Meg gripped her board in a death grip, knuckles flushed white, as she let her feet float underneath.

The current had pushed the wooden board further out, but she could still reach the bottom if she straightened. For a moment, she let herself rest her cheek on the board. Feel the sway of the water surround her like a featherlight blanket, the gentle rocking of the board slow her heart from its jackhammering pace.

The water lifted her and Meg felt weightless.

Of course, everything had to go wrong then.

The redhead jolted upwards at the sound of frantic splashing, feet slamming against the sand as she braced herself, twisted her torso for the shore. She threw a desperate glance over her shoulder, ready for fins and sharp teeth, for webbed claws, for tentacles that wrap and wring. 

There was nothing. No Jaws style fin jutting out of the water. No suckers to entangle around her legs and yank her back. 

Meg’s heart slowed from where it’d tried to leap out of her chest. She shoved against the waves to keep wading back to shore. Another splash and she whirled around, holding her breathe as she craned her eyes and ears, scanned the peaceful horizon intently. 

Nothing. Just her.

She turned back, the prickle on the back of her neck shifting to needles jabbing into her spine. The shore was within reach, there was no need to stay any further in the water, she’d achieved what she came here for.

The redhead stilled suddenly, twisting back around to scan the water as an image of the morning flashed in her mind. The figure in the water- her heart thundered, eyes darting to each shift in the water- the dark spot of color against the blue- Meg’s heart crashed like the waves against the rocks as a head lurched above a wave, hands desperately paddling and gasping at water, before they went under again. 

Meg’s body knew the motions before she did. By the time she blinked, she was already crouched on the board, hands slamming against the water to paddle to the deep. She may be a coward, but she wouldn’t let someone drown. 

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The swimmer was further out than she’d expected, likely caught in a riptide and dragged deeper than they could manage. In drowning, panic is always quick to dart in and cloud the mind, give no rational thoughts other than STAY ALIVE and seize control of the body. 

Meg is ever grateful for her board, a floatation device for the swimmer to cling to without dragging her underneath as well. She can only hope a passerby on the shore can notice the situation from a distance, it’s not as if she has the chance to call for help. 

Meg’s faster to the person than she expects, her body on autopilot, limbs finding their familiar rhythm as she pushes them to points she hasn’t touched in weeks. 

She inhales the salty air and forces her mind to clear. There’s already one person panicking, it won’t help if she starts to too.

She can make out more of the swimmer’s features from the closer distance as they shove their head above water again, coughing up mouthfuls of water and grasping in her direction. 

A male, pale skin, dark hair, and piercing eyes that lock with her’s for a moment.

And then he’s gone.

She curses and lurches forwards, nearly diving off her board as he dips under again, hands splashing above his head. But even that's sinking quickly, and Meg worries if she’ll be able to reach him a moment later, see him in the persistent waves. 

Meg gives a final, powerful propel and dives her arm into the water, gripping her board securely with the opposite. 

She can see him! She grabs for him- to pull him up safely- and her hand drifts past, fingertips skirting his skin.

No!

The redhead slams her eyes shut, inhales, and forces her arm further in, head splashing into the water as she stretches as far as she can reach. She nearly wants to cry in relief when clammy, cold skin meets her palm, grasping onto it immediately and yanking upwards. 

Meg doesn’t release him until she slams his palm onto the board, feels him grip onto it and heave himself up higher. She gasps, heart threatening to give out from its adrenaline fueled dash. 

Her hands shake as she reaches upwards to wipe the water from her eyes, a mix of the nerves and exhaustion finally reeling their heads, her body pushed to limits it hasn’t even considered since the incident. 

A relieved smile peeks at her lips as Meg blinks, drawing her hands away. It’s alright though- it’s all alright! She’d managed! He’s fine and she-

Meg freezes, hands in midair as she stares down at the figure splayed on her board. The mer’s ear fins playfully splayed out as he rests his upper body on her board. 

Her breathes still completely, horror freezing her veins, skin suddenly cold as he reaches upward to grasp each wrist with terrifying claws, easily encircling each one. He pushes himself upwards with the help of his lower limbs, sharp teeth flashing in a wide grin as Meg feels something wrapping around her legs. 

The redhead doesn’t turn, doesn’t need to even glance to know exactly what’s winding up her ankles. 

The mer- the damned octopus mer with dark hair and darker scales and tangling tentacles- pushes himself up higher until he’s level with her. 

He gives a cheeky, excited grin as he chirps, ear flaps fluttering, soulless golden eyes drinking in every detail of her face. Meg doesn’t dare blink. 

He seems to find what he was looking for anyway as he tilts his head and lurches forward -too quick for her to even gasp- face pressed into her neck as tentacles lope around her back. They squeeze her closer to his frame, press her flush against him as a low rumble starts in his chest, a purr that shakes Meg’s bones. 

Meg trembles in place, held fast with his tight grip and ensnaring tentacles, weighed down by her own exhaustion. 

The ocean laps at her knees and nudges at her board like an eager dog, welcoming her home.

A/N: Danny had full intentions to eat Meg at first. But dw! He doesn't anymore :)

[nastynellis]

bill will always have a special place in my heart as a character.. its sad bc his whole existence was having to fight for his life…

in his youth he had to fight in war

in his elderly age he had to fight in a zombie apocalypse

and then in fucking death he was sent to a monster/demon like realm where he again had to run and fight

he really is one of medias most bad ass, yet unfortunate characters

[soapyghostie]

I want to so bad write about the reader living in a house with all the slashers and DBD killers like if they were a big ✨chaotic✨ ‘happy’ family. Maybe someone send me a request for a scenario for the horror house??? 👉🏻👈🏻

[puhpandas]

GUYS PEAK IS FUCKING INCOMING

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Cat King: To I am a king, to you are...sexy

Edwin:

Edwin: I highly deem that appropriate in this scenario

[allovertheplace-writing]

Dead by Daylight

Character(s): Leon, Kate

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Kisses!

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Canon Typical Violence(Leon), Touching(Non-Sexual), Kissing(A Little Steamy, but Innocent in Nature), Biting(Love Bites), Partial Nudity(Leon), Survivors & Killers Have Cabins, Varying Lengths, Unofficial Relationship Status(Leon), Not Much Dialogue

I don't write for, and rarely play, dbd nowadays, but when the brainrot occurs one must lose themselves-

I hope you all enjoy <33

   ➢ Leon - Comfort Kisses

Even as you emerged from the fog and returned to the campfire, the trial stayed in the forefront of your mind. The harsh mechette to your shoulder, the ruthless bear trap that dug it's blades into your ankle during your unhook escape, and the bruising grip the bastard used on your sides when he caught you

It continued to hurt even though it shouldn't have. You had to check your body just to make sure, what if something went wrong?

With a quiet 'ow', you shuffled off to your designated cabin, concealing your limp and each wince that contorted your face. There were eyes on your back, watching curiously and with concern. Most likely Claudette or Jeff, they always looked out for everyone when they could

The screen door of your cabin squeaked and groaned when you opened it, welcoming you despite your scowl. After closing the door, it was only a few more seconds until you reached the standing mirror beside your dresser(full of clothes the Entity decided it wanted you to have, some from your life before and some it just gave you). The lantern you left lit earlier giving you enough light to see yourself well

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and raised it just enough to peek at your waist. There was a little discoloration, the beginning of a bruise on each side. It sent your heart racing, panicking

Leaning down with a soft wheeze, you grasped and pulled at your pant leg until it showed the skin of your ankle. Some redness and faint scars adorned it, as if it had been healing

You were about to check your shoulder when a knock on your door reached your ears, a call of your name following soon after. The voice was more than familar with all the trials you had been in with him, always speaking to you as you worked together and patched one another up. Leon was nice, sometimes too nice, and him showing up felt expected despite it surprising you

A hum fluttered from your throat, an invitation for him to come in and, after a moment, he did. His eyes found you easily with the lantern nearby. The thuds of his shoes were quiet as he approached you, his lips parting to ask if you were alright. A little explaining had him nodding and offering to check your shoulder - something about him knowing a thing or two about shoulder wounds

After a second of hesitance, you allowed him to check it, lifting your shirt from your body and turning away from him. His fingertips were cold against your skin as he traced an uneven line across it, whispering out Evan's name in question

"Yeah, I was in a trial not too- ah.."

A rush of heat danced over your shoulder before the feeling of his lips replaced it. It sent a shiver down your spine and made your skin tingle at the touch. He pressed another kiss along the aching skin and carefully slipped his arms around your waist. An apology is mumbled as he kisses the scar one more time, lifting his head to rest it on top of your shoulder

   ➢ Kate - Butterfly Kisses

She hovered above you with a smile, her hands gripping the bed sheets beside your head while her legs straddled and squeezed your hips. Her voice reached your ears with compliments and playful teases as she leaned down, bumping your nose with hers. She pressed her lips to yours slowly, adding a little more pressure when she placed a hand on your cheek. Her thumb caressed the apple of your cheek as she parted, coming down to cup your jaw

She lifted your head before nestling her face against your neck, giggling when you whined at her cold nose. A few words of praise was spoken into your skin while she peppered the expanse of your neck with kisses. You could tell how she melted at your breathy laughs and the way you held onto her wrist. The breeze that came through your cabin's window was summery despite the absence of time, a treat given by the Entity you supposed, but summer reminded you her through and through

The scrape of her teeth made you gasp under your breath, earning a loving open-mouthed kiss to the same area and a sweet laugh. She called you darlin' when she slipped her hand to your nape, nipping at the space below your jaw. Singing an 'I love you' before rising to kiss your cheek

You could feel her sigh when you returned the gentle kiss to her cheek, leaning to rest her head in the crook of your neck. She mumbled out her declaration of love again, her lashes tickling your skin as she nuzzled further into you

Her weight pressed against you as she relaxed, arms coming to hug your sides. Her breath danced across your neck until it fell to your shoulder, continuing it's journey onto the crinkled sheets you knew you'd have to fix once you got up

The small hums that swam in her throat began to form a tune as she focused on it a little more. Your eyes, though heavy from her kisses, started to close with the steadiness of her voice

You could only be glad that the Entity gave you both time together, allowing rest between a busy day of trials

[ionlycomehereforthegay]

Being me is so hard BECAUSE TELL ME WHY THE FUCK I GENUINELY SHIP ACE VISCONTI FROM DEAD BY DAYLIGHT AND ALBERT WESKER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[d34dg1rl5]

Saviour

Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings. You're in Ormond. Quickly you decide to look for a totem since you're running Inner Strength.

After some while of running sround you finally find a totem in the corner of the killer shack. But you weren't alone. Mikaela also just arrived at the shack and started to work on the totem, she probably runs a Boon perk.

"Uhm, Mikaela... Could I maybe have this totem? I have Inner Strength, I could-" She glances at you and grunts. "Why don't you go find another totem?" You tilt your head. She never has been so mean, but maybe she had a bad day. You nod. "Yeah true..." You sigh and decide to work on a gen for now, you're sure you'll find another totem somewhere else on the map.

Just as you work on the gen, Jake rushes towards your gen - he's injured. Quickly you get up and try to heal him, but he backs away. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help!" You raise an eyebrow. "But. You're injured?" He starts to work on the gen and continues to groan in pain. You decide to also continue working on the machine. "Jake, I really hate to bug you, but you really should-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

Quietly you let go of the issue and shake your head. What's up with him? Did he also have a bad day? A bad trial? More than one bad trial? Well, you didn't want to push any further... The gen is repaired and Jake takes off, leaving you behind, confused and thinking.

After some time you see a totem behind some crates and you quickly destroy it, unlocking Inner Strength. Well, at least something positive!

After some while the killer had downed it's first victim - Jake. You didn't feel to bad... He didn't want to get healed after all! Soon after Jake got hooked another scream erupted from within Ormond. Mikaela also met her demise. She also got hooked. You didn't meet the fourth survivor yet. Let's just hope they didn't have a bad day aswell...

Just as you were thinking that you run into said survivor. It was David. With a thud you fell on your butt. "Oh David! I'm sorry, I didn't see you-" "Quit the bullshit! Everybody knows you're working with the killer!" Your eyes went wide. "What? What are you talking about? I never worked together with any killer!" How could he say that?? What did he mean by 'everyone'??

He pushed you out of the way and makes his way over to the hooked survivors. You look after him as you could feel hot tears starting to run down your cheeks. "What the fuck..."

You trot over the map. Mikaela and Jake had been saved a while ago but you had lost your fighting spirit for this trial already. And you didn't meet the killer yet.

Let's analyze this! You were friends with some of the nicer killers like Susie, Rin, Anna, Carmina, Trickster and even Danny.

Susie is a nice girl, always listening to you and talking to you about all kinds of stuff. Like the rest of the Legion she is always down for the weirdest shenanigans.

Anna is a big woman, her hugs are almost bone crushing yet she always takes care of you outside of the trials telling you different russian fairy tales.

Even though you were friends with Rin, she is more reserved than Susie or Anna. You love to style her hair and learn more about japanese culture. But most of the time she rather wants to be alone than have any company. In all honesty she is ashamed of how she looks. Poor girl...

Carmina is a nice company. Sometimes you chill in her realm, watching her feeding the crows and paint new pictures. One time she surprised you with a picture of you she drew. You liked it alot and she was happy, letting out a proud croak.

Trickster. A hard case. Yes, you were some kind of friends with him. He LOVES talking about himself, his incredible shows, his murders and everything involving him in general. This man is in love with himself and sometimes it's annoying as fuck but you stick around because you're the only survivor he still kind of tolerates.

And the last person - Danny. Infamously known as Ghostface. He is really something. A deadly and quiet stalker, always there when you need him. He also is narcissistic but not as much as Trickster. He likes to talk about the murders he commited when he wasn't in the entitys world. You couldn't see his face but everytime he talked about this topic you could swear he has a big ass smile plastered on his face. And to admit this you kind of have a weakness for the masked stalker.

Looking around you decide to go for the gen in Ormond. Someone has already started to work on it but the killer has destroyed it. Just as you sit down Mikaela comes running towards you and groans in pain. "Heal me!" You get up and look at her. "You could ask me nicely instead..." Not waiting for her answer you still start to patch her up as she backs away and pushes you back, running out of the house.

You gasp as you fall against a hard thing. Immediately an arm wraps around your neck. "Hey doll... What's up? Didn't see you all trial, it was about time, don't you say?" Danny. Of course. Why didn't you notice that sooner...

"Please hook me. I want this trial to be over." He huffs. "You're no fun." He removes his arm and puts a hand onto his hip, making him look a little bit like a Karen. "Hm... I'll get back to you."

After some time Danny downed Jake, Mikaela and David, having them laying on the floor. You were still working on the gen in Ormond, not able to concetrate. The gen had blown up many times even though you were REALLY trying to make it work. Maybe todays events just got to your head...

Danny comes back and grabs your arm. Without questioning him you follow and see your fellow survivors laying on the ground, whincing in pain losing a lot of blood. David looks up to you. "(Y/n)! Heal- I fucking knew it... You're working with the killer! I fucking knew it!!" Mikaela and Jake look at you with looks of disapproval, annoyance and hate. All mixed feelings, but not good ones.

Danny grins and kneels down in front of David. "Heh.. I'll be right back." He brings Jake to the hook and then Mikaela. They get sacrificed immediately. Like promised, Danny comes back. You were still standing there, not knowing what to do. You WANTED to heal David, but after him being an asshole and just treating you like shit you were starting to question things.

Danny chuckles and hands you his knife. "Now (Y/n)... Why don't you show David what you think about his mean mean behaviour earlier? I think he needs to be punished..." He puts his head on your shoulder. "C'mon... Make me proud..."

You look at Danny and grab the knife tightly in your hand kneeling down in front of David. "David...", you start. David huffs. "You're a fucking traitor... You're the reason we always lose when we're teamed up with you... Sometimes I wish you were fucking dead. Forever."

Those words hurt. Like someone plunging multiple needles in your heart. David was always a guy who loved to brag about his fights but he was there when needed in trials. But now. You despise him. You really do.

You look at the knife in your hand, knuckles white from gripping the knife so hard. David grins. "You're weak... I knew you-" Before the brit could finish his sentence you plunged the knife in his neck, making him bleed even more. He gurgles for a few seconds before closing his eyes. Now he was really dead. Not sacrificed and not mori'd... At least not by a killer.

You slowly get up and look at your now bloody hands. From behind you you could hear slow claps. Slow claps. Just like a villain in a superhero movie. You turn around.

"Damn... I really didn't think you would be able to do that... Yet you proofed me wrong. Interesting..." He smiled and takes the knife from you, cleaning it from Davids blood. Danny sighs. "Saw how they treated you earlier... I couldn't let that go 'unseen'." He sits down on one of the benches, manspreading. Quickly he pats his thigh. Not even knowing what you're doing you sit down on his thigh and let your head fall against his shoulder.

"I didn't even see you.." Danny nods. "Of course. I am Ghostface, I am a master at staying hidden." He sighs and puts his hand on your head soothingly caressing your hair.

"I didn't think survivors could be like this... Y'all are supposed to stick together when a killer is trying to. Well kill you." You sigh audibly. "I was confused and then I thought they were referring to my friendships with some of the killers including you... I didn't even know you were the killer until Mikaela pushed me into you."

"Yeah, what a move."

The wind is blowing and you shiver. Danny notices this and holds you closer to him. "Cold, are we?" He move his free hand to his mask and. Removes it?! You have never seen Danny without his mask and he looks really pretty... You look at him.

"You must trust me a lot to remove your mask..." He smiles a cheeky smile. "Think whatever you want about this. You should get the hatch as a little reward. For killing David and basically doing the dirty work for me." You just nod and get off his thigh. He grabs his mask but isn't putting it on just yet.

After a while of looking for the hatch you finally find it in the killer shack. "I'll see you around. If you want it or not."

With that he pushes you into the hatch grinning. Just before you get engulfed in the black fog, you see him putting his mask back on.

What will the others think?

[awolfnamedluna]

just got a 4k with Hux! also got his adept

AND YOU WILL NOT BELIVE WHAT HE SAID WHEN I HOOKED SOMEONE SKDBFKFN

"Stop blabbering, it's really annoying" TELL THEM HUX

@ssslep tagging u bc: the boy :)

[unnamed-blob]

The Ocean Is My...

⇢ Pairing: Mer Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

⇢ Chapters: (1- Home) (2 - Grave) (3 - Drug) (4)

⇢ Synopsis: The ocean has been Meg's home for as long as she can remember. But the tides have shifted with a new mer appearing, and now Meg has to fight to keep her head above the waves left in his wake.

⇢ A/N: Warning for near drowning. This got much darker than I intended. (I can't even decide if its on par with "One way or another" or worse. You can be the judge of that). Danny grabbed the script right out of my hands and tore it to shreds. Jerk

Swirling bubbles filled her vision no matter how Meg twisted and turned, billowing her in each direction. She was certain she wouldn’t know up or down if there wasn’t a firm presence attached to her wrist and ankle, dragging her swiftly through the water. 

Meg forced her eyes open when the barrage of bubbles stopped tickling at her cheeks, retinas burning from the onslaught of salty water. She blinked, half grateful the air from her lungs was gone already or she would’ve lost it then. 

She wasn’t certain what she was staring at at first. A pale face stared up at her, black hair billowing in the water, framing the angular face. A human nose, a slight stubble. 

Perhaps the grim reaper, was her first thought. Perhaps he had come in a form she could comprehend, to make her passing easier. 

But the scales were an unexpected addition, and the slitted, golden eyes that honed in on her. And the burning in her chest, the need to breathe too present for an afterlife. 

Her gaze darted to the black seaweed- an appendage- holding her limbs hostage, suckers lining the soft, light grey inside. She followed the tentacle to where it connected underneath a human torso, a mass of swirling lumps in the water, curling over themselves but not tangling. 

The scene clicked into place and Meg jerked her gaze back to his face as he grinned at her, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth. 

A mer. An octopus mer. 

The swimmer jerked instinctively, but the tentacle squeezed tighter, yanking her closer. Meg ignored the blaring warning, grabbing at the slippery appendage as the mer gave a low, threatening hiss, the fins on the side of his head fanning out from his hair. A low rattle rumbled from his chest, vibrating the water and shaking Meg’s bones. 

Another tentacle easily swiped from the mass to entangle around her opposing arm, yanking it to the side and out of the way. The others curled closer in tandem, curling around her legs, halting her helpless kicking. 

Meg scrabbled at the dark masses, blunt nails uselessly sliding off of the skin. She jerked, panicked, as the limbs easily crawled up her limbs, the mer coiling tightly around her. She yanked her head back, finding his face hovering over her with a petrified gaze. 

Dark, slitted eyes blinked back at her, before the edges of his mouth pulled back into a grinning, jagged smile, eyes twinkling coldly. 

Meg’s heart thundered in her chest, lungs squeezing painfully with the hopeless need to breathe. She flailed more desperately now, the edges of her vision pressing into darkness, reminding her she was on borrowed time that was slipping fast.

He stared down at her impassively, waiting patiently for his prey to drown. 

The ocean may be Meg’s home, but this was his territory. 

The redhead made an aborted motion to grasp at her throat, the pressure building behind her eyes, pressing against her skull. Surely this was past the capabilities of the human body- it felt like her chest would explode. Like her body was simultaneously trying to cave in on itself and explode outward. 

Meg tried to jerk her limbs free, desperately, helplessly. She could see the light filtering from above, the sweet croon of breathable air hovering several feet above her. But the tentacles kept her firmly in place, unrelenting as the mer tilted his head at her, practically disinterested with his captive’s weak struggles. 

The redhead drooped as the fight began to leave her body, blinks slowing and limbs slackening. Her vision wavered with a pinprick of light, swallowed by the creeping darkness. Her head fell listlessly forwards, body suddenly limp, held only afloat by the encircling tentacles. 

The water stilled, as if it were holding its breathe at the sight. The mer blinked curiously at her prone form. A questioning chirp vibrated softly in the space around them, fins batting at the water as the mer watched her intently. 

Nothing, not a twitch of a finger or an eyelid. Not a fight left in her. 

The octopus mer’s tentacles began to slowly untangle from his prey as he drifted closer to peer at her still face. At the dark red strands flowing in the water and the peaceful expression, panic now wiped from her face when she’d been desperately struggling. 

Pity, he crooned lowly in his chest, she’d been quite cu-

A palm slammed into his sensitive nose, blood staining the waters as he lurched backwards with a pained screech, claws pressing over his face. His tentacles lashed wildly, half in defense against another attack, half trying to ensnare the enemy, groping blindly in the water. 

The redheaded swimmer propelled herself upwards, feet kicking in a frenzy as she narrowly avoided a tentacle swiping underneath her. Arms paddling desperately for the surface, reaching up- up- up-

Meg broke the surface with a gasp, coughing and sputtering as the salty water burned her throat, lungs protesting to the delay of oxygen. She greedily sucked in mouthfuls of air around panicked gasps, jerking her head in every direction.

There! Her surfboard, encased in swirling patterns of blue and green, flashed its eye catching hues at the edge of her vision, floating innocently nearby. Meg lunged for it, panic fueling her every motion, desperately jerking her head in every direction as she warily watched the waters. 

Stillness, guarding the horrors underneath. 

Meg didn't waste a moment longer, didn’t look as she turned for the shore and threw her arms into paddling. Not a thought past the desperation, past the burning in her chest and shoulders and whole body. Past the visions of tentacles lurching for her, forcing her to slam her hands with more vigor. The fear that a single glance would allow them to catch up, to ensnare around her once more. 

Faster, she urged herself, pulling herself lower, faster, faster, FASTER-

The relief crashed into Meg like a tsunami as she slammed onto the sand, fighting the pull of the water as she lurched out. Her knees shook, weak and crumbling underneath her shaking form as they crashed onto the sand. 

Small grains pressed uncomfortably into her skin as she crawled, halting only when her arms followed suit, sending her slamming sideways into the hot sand. She collapsed in a heap of trembling limbs, unable to make more than a breathless wheeze, akin to a dying animal. 

Meg lay on the sand, panting for breathe as her body ached and screamed, the waves singing their familiar tune- now squeezing her heart in terror at each crash against the sand. At the mental image of claws digging into the sand, dragging her back- 

Her eyes fluttered and the darkness crashed over her vision as her body fell limp.

[byanyan]

thinking about post-fog byan in their dbd verse is fucking me up today... because they have no one to go back to. no one would have really noticed that they were gone in the first place. troubled kid who's been in and out of so many foster homes and has a habit of disappearing from the group home for days at a time? no one would have been terribly surprised when they never turned back up.

they're basically screwed when they come back. if we assume that everyone returns to the present day rather than the time they were taken from... byan is physically still 17, but as far as the world is concerned, they're an adult, probably somewhere in their 20s depending on how long they were in the entity's realm. not only do they not have someone to go back to, they've lost whatever weak safety net they had before. they don't have shelter they can return to - the group home for kids in the foster care system certainly wouldn't take them back. they're too old now.

which means... they're homeless. they've lost the already limited options they had before they were taken. they've basically gone from one type of hell to another, and now they have like ten new layers of trauma on top of it all.

[deadph0bic]

i think siobhan would be surprisingly good in a dbd scenario. the preppy popular girl who you think would die first but in fact is extremely clever and stronger than she looks.

[influenzalake]

Batfam + Superfam playing Dead By Daylight part 1 and 2

Prompts:

-Killer or Survivor main?

-what killer / survivor would they play?

-perks? builds?

-would they listen to music while playing?

-extras!

Bruce Wayne playing Dead By Daylight:

-Bruce would be a Killer AND Survivor main, because he would see the tactical advantage of playing and learning both sides.

-Bruce would put in the time and effort to master every single killer, but would prefer the strongest killers in the meta to secure victory. Bruce would play Nurse, a frighteningly strong Wraith, and Myers for fun.

-Bruce would use Tinkerer / Surge (now Jolt) / Make Your Choice for Nurse, Bamboozle / Thrilling Tremors / Hex: Plaything for Wraith.

Mindbreaker (now Fearmonger) and Infectious Fright for both. Bruce would use these perks to instill fear and withhold information from survivors, similar to his Batman style. 

Bruce would play Claudette, Ace, and Elodie for fun. Claudette and Ace because they are the most quiet survivors and he would equip cosmetics to help them blend in.

Bruce would use We'll Make it, Lithe, Quick and Quiet, and Resilience. His survivor build revolves around saving others and helping him in chase.

-Bruce would not listen to music while playing, he would take the game seriously. (lol)

-Bruce would not camp or tunnel, he is skilled enough to just play and win. Bruce would take all the chase and sacrifice himself without hesitation for a teammate.

-Bruce would not use items when playing survivor. 

-Bruce would use add-ons for his killers.

-Bruce would use bloodpoint offerings that benefit every player.

Dick Grayson playing DBD:

-Dick would be a survivor main, but he would play killer every now and then to keep up with the meta.

-Dick would play Feng Min, Yui Kimura, and Laurie Strode. Dick would have a lot of fun playing with cosmetics and characters like Feng and Yui have some of the best cosmetics to choose from in the game. He would also enjoy the lore of these characters, contributing to why he plays them. Characters like Yui and Laurie did amazing feats against their odds, which would resonate with Dick.

-Dick would use Dramaturgy (high risk, high reward), Fogwise, Adrenaline, and Kindred. His survivor play style revolves around staying focused on the objective, and being ready for anything. 

-Dick would listen to music while playing sometimes.

-Dick would use items and add-ons sometimes. 

-Dick would either be the Gen Jockey or Runner in a game. There is no in between.

-Dick's favorite DBD chapter would probably be the Halloween chapter, since it released and was popular around his youth. 

Jason Todd playing DBD:

-Jason would be a killer main. When he gets tired of playing killer he would play survivor. 

-Jason would play Wesker, Ghostface for goofs, Huntress, and Xenomorph.

Jason gave Deathslinger a chance because guns, but the killer just wasn't for him

Jason is a sniper with the Huntress.

-Jason's killer playstyle would revolve around pressuring survivors early and maintaining that pressure. Jason would use his perks to keep survivors with little to no options in the game. 

Jason's killer perks would be Lethal Pursuer, Thanatophobia, Dead Man's Switch, Eruption, Genetic Limits, and Deadlock.

-Jason would not listen to music while playing. If he was playing a game just for a challenge, he would listen to music. 

-Jason stopped following the lore and challenges after the Resident Evil chapter (the first one).

-Jason's least favorite maps would probably be The Game or Lery's Memorial. They remind him too much of his own torture. 

-Jason would get the cool cosmetics for his Huntress. He would mix and match over using the presets.

Tim Drake playing DBD:

-Tim would play both killer and survivor, like Bruce. He includes what he learns from both sides into his game strategy. Tim prefers to play killer because it offers more of a challenge. 

-Tim would play Nurse, Spirit, a MEAN blight, and the Onryo. 

Tim's Killer choice would prioritize both the meta and map traversal. Since Tim's Killer powers have an ease of travel, he can focus their perk loadout elsewhere.

Tim's Killer perks would be A Nurse's Calling, Awakened Awareness, Bitter Murmur, and Hex: Devour Hope. 

Tim would play Lisa Garland, (red coat) ((if you know you know)) Nancy Wheeler, Leon, and Nea when he feels like being a menace. 

Tim's Survivor perks would be Fast Track, Adrenaline, Inner Strength (now inner healing), and Overcome. 

Tim's play style killer and survivor would revolve around gathering information and proceeding accordingly. Tim's survivor playstyle would be centered around being able to support himself instead of relying on his teammates. 

-Tim would not listen to music while playing. He would see it as a distraction.

-Tim would use Hex perks and has a full Hex build. Tim would use Hex: Pentimiento, Hex: The Third Seal, Hex: Blood Favor, Hex: Haunted Grounds, Hex: Devour Hope, and Hex: Undying 

-Tim would equip Franklins Demise if he sees items in the lobby, he would read the lobby (what survivors are present, what cosmetics, what items)

-Tim was probably mad about the Decisive Strike rework. 

-Tim probably has the highest MMR ranking out of all the bats lol

Damian Wayne playing DBD:

-Damian would play more killer than survivor. He would give survivor a chance, but would become infuriated by the incompetence of others. 

-Damian would learn to play every killer well, but Damian would main Spirit, Oni (katanas, lore, family trauma and lineage = perfect), Executioner, and Ghostface for sneaky sneaks.

-Damian use Infectious Fright, Blood Echo, I'm All Ears, Surge, and Hex: Devour Hope.

Damian's playstyle would revolve around pressuring survivors and making them scatter like roaches. It would make hunting them down more fun and rewarding. 

-Damian would not listen to music while playing. 

-Damian would not tunnel or camp, but would be tempted to for annoying and toxic survivors lol.

-Damian would punish toxic survivors or survivors who do nothing for their team. He would hunt them down specifically and let the rest go. He feels like justice has been served when the other survivors nod at him.

-Damian would watch DBD streams and point out all their mistakes 

Jon Kent playing DBD:

-Jon would be a survivor main, and occasionally play killer.

-Jon would play Meg, Steve, Feng Min, or Renato / Thalita.

Jon would also play Jonathan Byers because they share a name and he thinks that's cool.

-Jon would use Dance With Me, Kindred, For The People, Bite the Bullet, and Prove Thyself.

Jon's playstyle would revolve around saving others. 

-Jon would listen to music while playing DBD

-Jon would use items when playing DBD. 

-Jon's favorite map is probably Midwich, (WAS) Hawkins Lab, and Raccoon City. 

He likes them because they are fun to explore and are faithful adaptations. They have a lot of easter eggs and references. 

-Jon's second favorites would probably be Red Forest. He wouldn't like any of the corn maps because they remind him of home, but also don't due to the gore.

-Jon's favorite chapter would probably be Stranger Things because it came out and was popular during his time.

-When Jon does play killer, he plays Demogorgon or Ghostface.

Conner Kent playing DBD:

-Conner would be a casual player that plays both killer and survivor.

-Conner would play Nemesis, Myers, and Cannibal.

Conner would use Lightborn, Mad Grit, Merciless Storm, and Unnerving Presence. 

Conner's playstyle would be to f* with the survivors heads as much as possible, hes in it for fun. 

Conner would play Cheryl Mason / James Sunderland, Ellen Ripley, and Jill Valentine.

Conner would use Quick and Quiet, Flashbang, Blast Mine, Dead Hard, and Boon: Circle of Healing.

Conner's playstyle would be to annoy the killer as much as possible while.

-Conner would listen to music for some of his games. 

-Conner was really upset about the Dead Hard rework. In the prework days, would clothesline the killer like a linebacker on the regular.  

-Conner would use items, offerings, and add-ons for his games.

-Conner plays a lot of his characters for the nostalgia.

~ cross posted on wattpad

[alltimefail]

ATTENTION DEAD BOYS FANDOM:

We have some unfinished business and a case to solve: The Case of the Curious Cancellation! 💀🔎

Here are the ways you can help (be sure to read until the end).

I'm not sure how many people here on Tumblr are also over on DBDA Twitter, but there have been MANY developments in the last 24 hours and it's important for all of us to be on the same page if we're going to have a chance in hell of saving our show.

First and foremost, we need to get Dead Boy Detectives in the Netflix Top 10 again. This means running it as much as possible. Read about that below:

(SOURCE x)

As the graphic says, the goal is to have it running on a loop constantly, as much as you physically can. Be sure to have some level of volume on or else it won't count. If you're on Twitter be sure to post your rewatch (photos of your tv, commentary, etc.) with the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives !!!

Also, there's no better time to do this: the Tweet below brings up a great point! 👍

(SOURCE x)

Second, and easiest thing: KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE SHOW AND CREATING CONTENT ABOUT THE SHOW. Analysis, fics, fanart, shitposts, gif sets, memes, tik tok videos, so on - do not stop! Reblog other people's stuff and talk about it! Give fics kudos, comment, make fic rec lists and post that WIP or sketch! The most important thing to remember is to TAG YOUR POSTS AND CREATIONS. We need to trend!!! On Tumblr make sure you continue tagging your posts as you probably already are (look at my tags on this post if you need help, and remember not to use "DBD" on here because that is another fandom! We use DBDA here). On Twitter you want to use the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives for the rewatch and #SaveDeadBoyDetectives is a popular one, too. You can also use #DeadBoyDetectives. Hell, I usually use all three if I can! Hashtag every post you make about Dead Boys, no matter how annoying or "cringe" you may feel. Flood the fucking tag and do not stop.

Third, everyone needs to sign and keep circulating the petition. We've surpassed 5,000 signatures in a day which is fantastic, but we need more. Get everyone you know to sign it; tell them it takes no more than 15 seconds. Be annoying until they do it just to shut you up.

Fourth, request "Dead Boy Detectives Season 2" through Netflix's support website. It's a small thing but if we all do this a couple times a day it will get their attention. They really do vet these suggestions, and an influx of requests for a canceled show will raise eyebrows.

Lastly, if you decide to write Netflix (via email or a letter - their office address has been floating around) please remember to stay concise and professional. Don't curse at them, don't call names. State that you are disappointed with the cancellation of the show, maybe add an anecdote about what it meant to you, and I would even recommend attaching some articles that emphasize people's displeasure with the platform abandoning shows on a whim and Netflix's flippant attitude toward queer shows in particular. Dead Boy Detective Agency on Twitter has retweeted every article on this topic so far, you can find their page here.

You can also use graphics such as the ones below to affirm that the cancellation was unjust.

(Source 1, Source 2)

I know this feels like a lot: know your limits and take care of yourself. Whether you do every single one of these things or just a few of these things, every llittle bit helps!

Even in the worst case scenario where nothing changes, this gesture will mean so much to everyone who made this show. We owe it to the writers, cast, crew, and each other to TRY. We can all agree that this show deserves at least another season and if Netflix isn't going to do it, they need to be open to selling it to someone who will. We cannot keep allowing them to axe these queer and diverse shows with little regard for their customers and their employees, but also because it sets a harmful standard in the industry that is destroying television.

Let's crack this case and bring our agency back! I truly believe in this community!! 💜 We can do this!!

If there are any spelling errors or issues with links let me know! I did this on mobile because I want to mobilize this information as quickly as possible! I'll be adding on to this with new developments and can answer any questions you all might have. Lets save our show!