#dead by daylight gf

[metalichotchoco]

I need to fly the mother plane directly into the world serve center and hit the cuntagon

[artstalia]

I don't usually post my art anymore, but I did fanart for once and was super indulgent lol

[doyouknowwhaticallmyself]

GHOSTFACE WONT LEAVE MY HEAD

I can’t help you but here take a sip maybe that’ll calm u down

[kiruyeen]

ligthly inspired by this

[teaghouls]

I like to think his fake personality is this stuttering polite guy

[operationtimeguard]

sable ward lore

Sable figured she had to be adopted. No way was she the progeny of her insanely perky mom and her grinning, golf-playing, frat boy of a dad. They didn’t understand the first thing about her. No one in Greenvile did. Except for Mikaela. They were fast friends since third grade. Up until then Sable had no friends. She wasn’t into ponies or dolls or tea parties with teddy bears. She liked bugs, lizards riding bikes and dirt cloc fights.Her favorite holiday was Halloween and Mikaela was the only one who didn't think she was crazy when she dyed her hair purple in eighth grade. Sable's mom was furious. Her dad didn't even notice. Mikaela went with her to the mall when she got her ears pierced and helped her pick out her first tattoo. An occult symbol hidden in a place her parents would never see. Mikaela declined to get her own tattoo. She flirted with the dark side, but she didn't live it. Not like Sable. The dark side made sense to Sable, and she reveled in it. Partly because it freaked out her parents and teachers. Partly because it felt like who she was. Some called her a goth because of the way she presented herself. But she wasn't into labels. She loved horror movies and found the occult exciting. It made sense to her. She knew that the shiny suburban world of her mom and dad had a dark underbelly. They were afraid to confront their fear, so they pretended everything was perfect and that they would live forever. But Sable knew better. Death stalked us all and no one was getting out alive.

Mikaela got Sable a job at Moonstone. Probably the only place in town that would have hired her. She took classes at the local college and produced a guerilla radio show on the shortwave in her attic. All Things Wicked This Night was about the world's dark underbelly. The occult. Urban legends. Horror. And often there were heated discussions with Mikaela about the horror movies they'd catch at the only theater in Greenville. Mikaela liked her horror with a little comedy, but Sable liked it meaner. Scarier. Bloodier. She relished the gore. Enjoyed the terror. Liked to feel the adrenaline rush. And their debates were entertaining to say the least.

When searching for inspiration for her show, Sable would take walks in the cemetery with all the statues and headstones of early settlers who had founded the town as a sanctuary for those escaping persecution. She often talked about that history on her show, and she formed a theory that the uncanny sightings and disappearances were somehow linked to the town's history. One caller suggested the town was built on top of a fracture. The caller went on to describe a fracture as an overlap between worlds. Another caller said these fractures were created by an ancient cult devoted to forgotten demons. Another caller defined fractures as a cosmic buffet for an elder god that fed on pain, fear, and misery. And one caller even argued that it wasn't a fracture but The Unknown, a mysterious creature that consumed anyone who dared to imagine it. All the theories made for fun and inspiring debates, and she loved nothing more than to discuss real-life horror until the horror became personal.

One evening Sable had challenged Mikaela to tell a real horror story at Moonstone's Annual Halloween Festival. Scare the crap out of people. Stop dancing around the horror and embrace it. Tell a story about The Unknown. Make them imagine it. Make them believe The Unknown will show up on stage. Nothing terrifies an audience more than a show that could potentially kill them. Mikaela laughed at the idea and declined the challenge because she was working on another story with her roommate. 

But a strange, black fog had taken Mikaela during her performance and Sable felt the icy hand of guilt grab her by the back of the neck. She was convinced that she had somehow sent Mikaela to her doom. Did The Unknown take her? Did she try to define The Unknown? What about her roommate? Her roommate disappeared as well. But then she realized Mikaela's story wasn't about The Unknown. It was about something else. Another dimension. A dimension filled with terrifying creatures, sadistic killers, and endless horror.

This was not The Unknown.

With this realization, Sable began to investigate other disappearances in Greenville. Before long, she realized most of the disappearances occurred at the theater or somewhere close by. Investigating further, she discovered the theater was built over the ruins of an old, one-room schoolhouse that had burned to the ground in the 1920s. Somehow the students couldn't get out and everyone perished in the flames. Feeling close to an answer, she continued her research and discovered two teenage brothers had recently disappeared from the theater. Elias and Elan. The only witness, their younger sister, Ellen, was committed to an institution after ripping her eyes out. And so, pretending to be a relative, Sable went to talk to Ellen who admitted she and her brothers had been trying to steal old movie posters from the storage room behind the movie screen. She then described a secret door in the basement and a passageway that led to another Place.

A dark place.

A cold place.

An evil place.

Stay away from there, she begged. Stay

Away.

But Sable wasn't about to stay away.

Not after that story.

Determined to see Mikaela again, Sable hitched a ride to the theater and soon found the door behind the movie screen. In the darkness she jimmied the door open with a crowbar and headed down a creaking, wooden stairway to the dank cellar. A light switch activated flickering fluorescent lights that illuminated a room filled with broken theater seats and old movie posters dating back eighty years. She searched the sprawling basement and found a thick wooden door hidden behind a poster of the original Frankenstein. She pushed and shoved the door open to reveal an endless circular stairway descending into perfect darkness. Using a penlight to navigate, she descended for ten minutes before she noticed the cold, black fog rising from the lower depths.

The same cold, black fog that had taken Mikaela.

Sable considered running back up the stairs to where she would be safe. But then she thought about the terrifying creatures and the sadistic killers and the endless horror, and she quickly decided she wasn't going to let her best friend have all the fun.

[canigetacupofteaplease]

[lesbian-stu-macher]

there are two types of people in the world.

those who ship mikaela and sable and understand that theyre both transfem lesbians

and those who are WRONG

[sqyyadina]

it's really late at night and i just remembered that we're getting a live action dbd movie and while the probability is low, there's still a chance that anna may be present in it, and oh my dear god... i may actually die in that theater.

[qrttt-takk]

Silly DBD moment I had with a cute Becca (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

[officialweezerelections]

thank you youtube user ballsucker89

[heir-of-hope]

Permission to dub this from @ulysaturn!!!

I love this little comic they made, so I couldn't help but add some voices to it!

Go give them a follow for some good good art!!!

[glasseyeartspy]

mostly just did this to make fun of my younger self bc i 1000% did this uwuification in my art.

[riverrunscold]

favorite thing about dbd Fandom is seeing people's headcanons of killers hanging out between trials. They're a family to me :,)

[designedparadigm]

Her. Her. Always her. The one that sought for it, called for it. Stories, past victims, almost as if she were begging for it to notice. Did she not always like the macabre? Yet, still, does she not stare it down, fight back against it? How does she fare now that it seeks her out, too? " SssaaAAblEee... "

It's voice is a low groan, a series of gurgles that bubble up from its throat.

The Unknown recalls an earlier interaction with her and a pebble is thrown in her direction. It does not hit her, just lands at her feet.

   she  knows  the  cadence  of  its  voice  by  now  -  and  perhaps  it  should  not  cause  her  eyes  to  light  up  the  way  they  do.  anticipation  and  intrigue  claim  her  mind  instead  of  fear  that  others  would  behold.  sometimes  she  forgets  what  she  is  in  this  world. 

   though  her  mind  is  pulled  to  the  present  when  a  pebble  is  tossed  to  her,  landing  at  her  feet.  she  looks  down  to  it,  before  a  smile  curves  across  her  lips  and  she  lets  out  the  trickle  of  a  laugh,  before  putting  a  hand  over  her  mouth  to  try  and  muffle  it.  it's  not  a  mocking  sound,  but  one  composed  of  genuine  humor. 

   the  witch  bends  down,  taking  the  pebble  in  her  hand  before  walking  it  back  over  and  holding  it  out  with  that  smile  ever  present.  “you  dropped  this.”  perhaps  there's  a  chance  of  a  game  of  fetch  that  some  other  survivors  tend  to  play.  she's  not  opposed  to  going  and  fetching  the  pebble  for  a  little  bit.  perhaps  they  both  deserve  a  little  reprieve  from  this  place.

[baggiebag]

Oh boy did this one give me troubles. I love Julie to bits but holy moly did I have to relearn how to do hair. I swear I did her hair over 3 different times. I did eventually get to where I was happy. I did love doing her eye shadow and making the Legion mural look like it was drawn on a chalk board. So many textures, SO MUCH FUN! I was not able to save this as a PNG though because apparently this is my largest file yet and a PNG went well over the 20 megabyte limit. Got her on discord as a PNG just fine though. Looks the same so not too awful in the end.

In the end, giving Julie a face I wanted her to look like the kind of woman that would step on somebody because, "ha ha pathetic you." She looks like she screams sassy, and I think Frankie is into that lol. Julie is a text book example of what Frank is into. Dummy thicc dommy mommy mommy goth GF. Yes I did say that :)

Obligatory wacky thingy to do with the drawing, coming right up! Julie with grandma lips!