#dead by daylight is usually pretty fun

[cyan-eyed-princet]

Nothing truly disappates the annoyance at a multiplayer game quicker than someone being truly mad in the end game screen, especially when that person has to resort to transphobia in order to try and make you mad. Sure, I did do bad that game, but bro, you're so tilted despite winning, that's hilarious to watch.

[moisette]

Trickster is my favorite Killer in DBD. Is he super strong? No. Is he the hardest Killer to master? No. Do I find him fun to play and play against? Yes. I find throwing knives at people extremely fun. I typically use them even when it's better to just M1. Why? Because it's fun and I like being a show-off. Why play optimally when you don't have much desire to win and you prefer to have fun instead?

I like his lore and design. I wish one of his other cosmetics were his default ones, though. I also question the designs of some of them xD; I'm not into K-Pop anymore but I used to be. I listened to music and watched shows with Bestie. That was a million years ago... I also was heavy into Visual Kei for a while so I just like stuff like that. I didn't have a favorite band but Bestie does - Dir En Grey. She LOVES the band so much. Her username is Deer in Gray because someone referred to her as that xD

I know people don't like Trickster and that's fine. What bothers me is people deciding how I'll play based on the Killer I'm playing. I'm usually pretty chill because I have the most fun just fucking around while playing him. I want to chase people, stab them a lot, hook them twice, and let them go. I don't go out of my way to ruin matches for the Survivors and I typically don't play like a dick or BM. I've had people say "Wow a Trickster with a personality!" Is that rare? If I do end up playing like a dick, it's because someone provoked me. I've caught Survivors griefing their teammates so I wasn't very nice to them. I've seen people ragequit over petty shit so I smacked them on the hook for ruining the match for everyone.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim… (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of violence and cannibalism, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive content

♡ notes; I’m kinda surprised this prompt won out for a part 2 but very happy lol, I had some fun ideas.

the whole gang is not here, just some kinda kinky guys again- I feel like this doesn’t work super well for every single slasher? only some of them are psychopaths AND perverts

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Bo Sinclair

> bo was having a rough day

> your friends had been putting up one hell of a fight, killing the first four was a huge pain in ass

> so by the time there’s only two of you left, he hasn’t even gotten a proper look at you

> it’s not until you come back to the gas station, wide eyed and begging for help that he finally notices you

> god you’re cute- you can be last

> he drops the nice guy act and gets you to the chair- rough as always and threatening you the whole way

> but then he notices it’s all a lot easier than usual today

> he glances up and can’t help but grin

> your cheeks are bright red and your chest heaving- you like being restrained

> “i’ll be good- promise—“ you mumble before he can be a smart ass

> he gags you anyways, but he praises you as you open your mouth for him to stuff the rag it in

> he can hear you whimper as he does and he’s just itching to leave so he can come back

> he leans over, one hand planted between your legs to steady himself

> he can hear your breathing catch as he simply kisses your forehead, snickering as he leaves

> you were really something

> a pretty, obedient little something that would last way longer than a day if you kept it up

Danny Johnson

> he’s worried you saw the flash of his camera through your window that morning

> he’s normally so careful, he can’t believe he slipped up like that- honestly he’s surprised you didn’t call the cops

> you must have been too groggy, or maybe it wasn’t as dark as he thought it was at the time. maybe you noticed but didn’t put two and two together

> he needs to kill you soon anyways. he’s been watching for a while, and he’s wasting time

> he settles back into his usual spot where he can see perfectly into your bedroom

> he sees you frown just a tad as you pick up the phone call from an “unknown number” - but you still pick up

> “Hi there, doll .”

> he’s called you more than once, this “ghost voice” that’s been terrorizing you- and god is it a nice voice

> a nice voice that says vile things. some of them just violent, some…well some things you like too much

> you can see you make an expression he doesn’t expect. you bite your lip, cheeks pink

> he’s seen that look before…not for Ghostface, of course, but for Danny

> you were easy enough to befriend, and it just gave him more opportunities to keep tabs on you

> like most people he charms, you clearly have a crush on him, and that little lip bite is about the same face you make when he flirts

> maybe he’s just seeing things

> you couldn’t be that perfect.if you were he would have to keep you around

> he continues on and on, observing you carefully

> and you just keep getting more and more flustered, even when he’s threatening to choke you stupid

> “you know you’re so cute when you blush like that,”

> what you say next comes just about as close to scaring him as you can get

> “Thank you, Danny.”

Hannibal Lecter

> you weren’t quite as close to victimhood as one might assume

> but he was a fast killer once he had a mark set- you had to impress him more than a bit to be considered and then ruled out

> you start as his patient

> you’re a meek thing, easy to read and fragile

> you’re practically asking to become an entree

> if you taste as good as you look, you’d be his best dish yet

> it’s not hard to get you alone outside of an appointment

> you’re delighted when he invites you to a dinner party- you’ve heard great things about his little get togethers

> and he even lets you help him get ready, setting the tables

> the conversation become macabre as you discuss some recent murders that police suspected were committed by a cannibal

> that he committed for the sake of the dinner party, naturally

> he corners you before you can realize it - he likes playing cat and mouse

> you giggle nervously and look up at him

> he’s got a hand on the wall above you, and he notices your eyes linger on his toned forearms

> many patients and victims have crushes on him, it’s not surprising or a deterrent

> though it surprised him the gristly conversation wasn’t bothering you

> “yknow, it must be nice to know you’re safe from that serial killer in the neighborhood. If he is a cannibal, he’s most likely to chose someone more sedentary.”

> you leave him there, as if you hadn’t said something so delightfully offputting to find a vase for the table

> maybe he could do some further studying….

[bonbonshideout]

Who I think the crp would target pt.1

Ticci Toby:

Personally, I feel he would mostly target abusive parents, but if he's out and just bored out of his mind, he'll kill whoever he stumbled across. When ut comes to abusive parents, I feel he would be a bit stalkerish, he'll find a parent or an adult, stalk them for a few days, see how they handle life and treat their families, if he sees any forms of abusive in any manner, he'll go for their ass, at night, in broad daylight, he doesn't give a fuck.

Ben Drowned:

He wouldn't really kill people, but instead, electronics; he would be one of those viruses that you'd find on social media. Once he gets ahold of your device, it'll go haywire to start. Suddenly it'll reset and seem like nothing happened, however Ben would 100% love to mess with the person, opening random apps, turning on/off any alarms they might have, call random people in the contact list, etc. He would end up causing the person to go insane— be it or not his intention— to the point they probably kill themselves.

Jeff The Killer

Like Kuchisake-onna, I feel Jeff would wear a mask of some sort, go up to people, and ask if they think he's pretty, not matter what they say, he'll carve a smile into their face anyways. He just likes to do it. If ya run into him, group or alone, you'll most likely be found dead later on anyways. He likes to kill everyone he runs into

Eyeless Jack

Steming from my headcanons for EJ — linked here — He would kill whoever he finds on the Appalachian trail. He would definitely stalk them throughout their hikes and find a moment where their guard is down and can make one swift motion. He prefers a clean and quick murder. He would probably use his voice to trick people into getting closer - like that of a skinwalker or wendigo - and get them that way. Usually leaving the trails unbothered and a way to keep people coming without much worry.

Clockwork

Doctors, or psychward doctors. Just anyone in the medical field; they're what pretty much why she's kinda what she is now, she holds some sort of grudge, even if it wasn't entirely their fault. She especially hates those that work at psych wards because patients usually end up worse than they were when first arrival. She wants them all to feel what she felt and just understand the suffering they inflict on many people.

Jane The Killer

I feel she wouldn't really kill anyone, she's mostly going after Jeff so she's trying to mostly keep people safe, if that makes sense? But if she were to kill, it would probably be security. As bad as she may feel for doing so, it tends to happen that they get in her way to find and properly locate Jeff.

Nina The Killer

She just does it for fun. She kills whoever she wants to. She does prefer killing other serial killers, though, usually gives her a bit of a challenge, and she's always up for that.

X-Virus

He doesn't have a preference, he'll see a passer by and spike their drink with some crazy concoction he's created and watch as they slowly start dying whilst taking notes of the effects of said poison.

Sally

She goes for pedophiles and rapists. She tries to help kids when it comes to situations that she had gone through while she was alive, having two forms - which I detail more in my hc, linked here - she l9ves to terrorize these people and make them for crazy, though she doesn't like to get her hands dirty, she prefers making them believe they're hallucinating, which she probably can do. Usually driving the individual to commit suicide in probably the worst ways possible, as she likes to cause more damage when there's a higher chance of them committing.

[pinkpastels113]

I'm holding up my hands like a little kid waiting for candy and am asking for some more vamp!chloe beale headcanons pretty please

PHEW the way i saved this ask for last bc i am READY to give you a lil treat rolo (im so glad there's people also feral for vamp!chloe):

inspired from cheapthrillsbeca's fic(s)

chloe can tell how the person that she's drinking the blood from is feeling. like if they're scared, horny, on cloud nine, etc

chloe can walk in the daylight. "evolution" is the best response HAHA cuz like dude it's the 21st century come on now-

(but maybe she would need like high spf sunscreen or an umbrella or shades or something if she has a beach day or anything like that where she would be in harsh direct sunlight for long periods of time, otherwise she would get vampire sunburn/major headache if not)

she CAN drink human blood and it DOES taste amazing to her but she usually drinks animal blood unless someone specifically requests to be bitten and drank from (but more about this below)

they def (bechloe) have HEAVY make-out sessions/rut when she drinks from beca ADFGHJSK and beca is desperate/horny for it

chloe doesn't need human food to survive. i think it's kind of like. a snack sorta thing for her. like a kitkat. like you cant get full from it but you can enjoy the taste and share the activity (eating human food) with friends and catch up w them

OKAY MY OWN

vampires are inherently sexual and hot. i personally believe that in order for them to "allure" their "prey" they have to have some kind of strong pull of attraction radiating from them, almost magnetic, esp towards people that they also find attractive, so that it makes it easier to... yknow :)

even tho it was mainly for pp spookfest my fic implies that chloe has this. like. hunger on halloween every year for human blood. bc like that line from hocus pocus: "halloween is the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth", and like. y'know? the one night of the year where chloe feels particularly inhuman/undead ig. she becomes a tiny bit feral (kind of like the vampire version of hangry for us)

(beca counts the days down till halloween for this reason^^)

her fangs don't exactly retract? or protrude. they just sort of sit there in her mouth. but they extend and become sharper when drinking human blood. or when she wants to. (bc just bc she won't until she gets consent or when it's halloween and she needs it doesn't mean that she doesn't crave it from time to time lmao.) like basically her fangs are just sharper than her surrounding teeth (i have two teeth that are sharper than the others lmao so this is not that farfetched) but it's not super noticeable until you get really close but they will become even pointy-er and longer when she's drinking/thinking about drinking (for those hazbin hotel watchers out there this is the same concept as charlie shifting into demon mode whenever she's super mad, upset, frustrated, and im assuming Excited as well :))

oh also her eyes kind of shine when the whole fang thing happens

havent decided when she's Turned yet but hmm 1970s? during the wars? what do we think yall

super flirty bc "they won't last anyway so might as well as fun while they do" and "i'll outlive them so might as well fill every second with love" kinda thing. but then beca comes alongg teehee

that's it for now!! but open to thinking more about it :33

[absgay]

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night, and now I see daylight.” (part one)

words count: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ ptsd, friends to lovers, angst, smut, death, owen, violence, fluff, grammar, idk tbh. (she/her pronouns) writing for fun!

summary: friends don’t look at each other this way, do they? You couldn’t stop thinking about her, things will never be the same.

part two,

• “Please— No.” you thought, as someone walked in. You couldn’t fight anymore, couldn’t even move from the ground. You didn’t know what to do or what to say as a stranger approached you, quietly and armed. He looked nothing like them. “Are you okay?” You breathed in and out, trying to remain calm as your hands were still shaking from the attack. You looked at their bodies, just laying there, bloody and almost unrecognisable. “I’m Owen.” he said. “What’s your name? What happened? Are you hurt?” You remained silent as the man kneeled next to you. “They killed them. They’re all dead, they’re gone, and it’s all my fault.” You trembled as the words left your mouth. Owen sighed and touched your shoulder. “Okay…” he hummed. “Hey— Look at me, you’re gonna need medical attention, you’re bleeding. We need to take care of these wounds.”

• “Wait— Who’s that?” Abby asked. “I’ve never seen her before. I thought Isaac didn’t allow any new members at the moment.” She looked at you from across the room as you stood next to others, visibly intimidated by the crowded hall. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Nora said. “Owen and Danny went on patrol last week and found her. Owen’s the one who heard the attack as they were driving near the marina. Apparently, she wasn’t alone, she was travelling with a few other trespassers but they got attacked by Scars.” Abby nodded. “From what I've heard, it was pretty violent. She’s the only one who made it.” The tall woman stared at you, intrigued. “She was in shock when he found her.”

• “Fuck me.” you murmured to yourself, the words directed to your insomnia as you turned around in bed, staring at the ceiling, once again. You walked towards the library, enjoying the calming atmosphere as the stadium didn’t feel as loud and overwhelming as it usually did. During your last conversation with Whitney, she had mentioned the library as you talked about your sleepless nights with her. “It could be nice, it could distract me.” you thought. And as you walked in, you weren’t expecting to see anyone there. You wandered throughout the alleys, looking at the different sections as you searched for the right book. “Who’s there?” someone asked, the unexpected question giving you chills as you turned around and gasped. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Abby chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” The blond woman was laying down on the bench, a book in hand. “I— It’s okay, I was not expecting to see anyone here at night.” you sighed. “I’m Abby.” she said. “I know.” you chuckled, nervously. “I mean— I heard about you, I’ve seen you around and,” Abby smirked as she sat down. “Everyone is always talking about you, somehow. It’s pretty admirable, even intimidating.” Abby scoffed and shook her head. “What are you reading?” you asked. “The Great Gatsby.” Abby answered, glancing at the book resting on her thighs. “Insomnia?” The woman asked. “Yeah…” You turned back to the bookshelves near the blond. Abby didn’t mean to stare at you so intrusively and deeply, but couldn’t help it as she noticed the bruises and wounds on your arms. You glanced at her, the blond looking away as she hummed, embarrassed. “Any recommendations?” you asked. “Well,” she cleared her throat, then closed the book, leaving it on the bench as she stood up. “I don’t know, it depends on your preferences.” You shrugged. “Anything sounds good, as long as it is entertaining and keeps me busy.” you laughed, sarcastically. “I see.” Abby nodded. “Are you—” she sighed. “Are you okay? I mean— Of course not, but— Shit.” For someone who appeared to be extremely tough, she sounded and seemed surprisingly sweet and gentle. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” you said. “I just— I’ve been struggling to fall asleep lately and I think it’s mainly because I’m afraid to.” you shrugged, looking at her. “God, this is ridiculous.” you chuckled as Abby frowned. “I— I don’t even know why I'm telling you this, we don’t know each other, we just met and I’m already complaining about my shit. I’m sorry.” you said. “You can talk to me, I mean— I understand and I don’t know if you have any friends here yet, or if you have anyone to talk to.” you sighed as you suddenly felt the pain in your chest getting too heavy to contain it. And Abby immediately noticed the distress on your face. “Or not, we— Listen, we don’t have to talk about it, unless you want to. We can talk about something else as well.” For the first time in weeks, a little smile appeared on your face as Abby waited patiently for you to say something. “Okay.” you said. “I don’t wanna talk.” Abby nodded, understandingly. “But, I don’t wanna be alone either.” You couldn’t bear the idea of going back to your cold, empty room. It meant nothing but to deal with your own thoughts. “I need to do something.” you thought, walking to the bench and sitting down as you grabbed the book Abby had left there. “Is this one interesting?” you asked, innocently. “It‘s decent.” Abby answered as she watched you open the book. “I’ve never read it. I’ve heard about it, though.” you said. “Sounds like shit to me.” The blond woman laughed and sat down next to you, a little confused and amused as you both seemed so comfortable around each other, two strangers. “I could read it,” your eyes met hers as she talked. “To you.” You nodded in agreement. “I haven’t told you my name.” you said. “It’s Y/N.” Abby didn’t say anything, she took the book and smirked as she opened it. “I know.” she confessed. “Ready?” she asked, glancing at you. You nodded and watched her attentively as she started to read.

• At first, it wasn’t meant to turn into anything regular, it wasn’t meant to become something so important to you or to Abby, but it did. Now, the darkness didn’t seem as threatening as it used to. Now, you’d sit in your room and watch the sun go down with excitement as it meant you’d be reuniting with Abby soon. “Oh— Shut up.” Abby mumbled as you both laughed. It’s funny because you didn’t even know how important it was for her too. You guys never talked about it, for some reason. You didn’t know how much these moments had impacted Abby. “I’m not reading Harry Potter.” she said, as you both sat down on the ground, right against a bookshelf. “It’s all about fantasy, witches and monsters. It doesn't even make sense.” she continued. “Wizards, Abigail.” She frowned as you took the book. “And, there’s absolutely nothing that makes any sense in our own world. A little fantasy can’t hurt.” you said, pouting. “Fine…” Abby sighed, defeated. “You better stay awake this time, I’m doing this for you.” she said. “Come on— It happened once.” Abby scoffed. “Twice.” You didn’t know what to say, or more specifically how to admit it. “When we’re together, the pain doesn’t seem as heavy as it used to.” you thought, as she started to read, softly. “And I feel so guilty, for how good it makes me feel.” Two hours in, Abby looked down at you as you grew silent throughout the reading. “Y/N.” she chuckled, your head resting against her shoulder as you snored peacefully. “Dammit… I knew it.” She closed the book and put it down as she sighed, closing her own eyes.

• “Fuck…” Abby mumbled as she grew impatient. The tall woman walked around the empty library, examining the shelves without much interest as she tried to remain calm. “Come on, where is she…” she wondered as she waited for you. “Dammit— I’m ridiculous.” Abby said to herself as she realised how much this situation affected her: your casual little meetings at the library were always by far, the greatest moments of her week. “Fuck it.” she breathed as she left the library, walking straight towards the dorms. After spending the day out on patrol, Abby wanted nothing more than to see you, to hear you, to have fun with… her friend. The idea of hanging out with you at the library tonight had been the only thing that motivated her during the entire day. And even though she wouldn’t dare to admit it, she truly enjoyed reading the Harry Potter books with you. “What the fuck…” Abby mumbled as she approached your room. She couldn’t get any closer, genuinely shocked at the scene playing in front of her: You were standing by the door with Owen, kissing him passionately. Abby swallowed hard, confused by the sudden sickness overwhelming her. You smiled as the boy walked away, disappearing in the distance. The blond woman nodded as she exhaled, bitter. Abby turned around and left as you locked the door, heading towards the library with excitement. “Abby!” you called happily as you stepped in the quiet room, eyes searching for the blond’s silhouette. “Abs!” But, she wasn’t here. You didn’t find anything, besides the book you guys were supposed to be reading, left on the bench.

• “Something’s wrong.” you thought. Abby would never miss an occasion to see you, to see her friend, right? “Yes, we talked this morning, she’s at the gym.” Whitney said. “But, she seemed a little— Upset.” You sighed. “Okay… Thanks.” You felt anxiety pressed like a blade against your throat as you headed to the gym. “Hey, Abby!” you waved awkwardly at the blond. “What do you want?” she asked, all sweaty and panting as she stood by the machines. “Oh—” you paused, genuinely hurt. “Nothing— I was just wondering how you were doing.” Abby shrugged. “What happened yesterday? Weren’t we supposed to meet at the library?” you asked. “I didn’t know we were supposed to see each other everyday. I had things to do.” you blinked. “You’re right, we don’t have to.” Abby hummed. “Anything else?” You couldn’t save this conversation, it was over as soon as the pain in your chest suddenly came back. “I’ll see you later.” you walked away, humiliated. For the first time in weeks, you stayed away the entire night, the nightmares and voices coming back to get you.

• On Saturday, Owen decided to throw a massive party at the aquarium, which included Abby: the main reason you had agreed to come. God, it was awkward to stand there without talking or even acknowledging her as you both chatted with your friends, pretending not to see each other. “I miss you.” Abby thought as your laugh echoed through the room. “Fuck— Why does she have to looks insanely good tonight.” you thought as you danced with random guys and tried to forget about her. No matter how much you both wanted to talk to each other, you couldn’t find the courage to do it. “She’s really cute.” Jordan said to Owen as they watched you walking around in the tiniest skirt ever. “I need some air.” Abby said, taking a shot. You frowned as she disappeared through the crowd, eyes searching for hers. You waited until your friends seemed busy to leave. “So— You’re just gonna stand there and say nothing?” Abby asked a few seconds later as you both leaned against the wall and stared at the stars. “And, why should I be the one to start the conversation?” Abby sighed, inaudible music playing in the background. “You’re the one who followed me here, Y/N.” you chuckled. “You wanted me to.” Abby’s features softened, delicately illuminated by the moonlight as you both turn to face each other. “Nice skirt...” she complimented, glancing at your legs. “I found it during my last patrol.” you explained, proudly. “Right,” Abby shook her head. “I completely forgot that you started going on patrols with Manny and Owen.” It wasn’t true though. Abby had secretly been listening to Manny and Owen’s conversations for days, trying to get the smallest information about you. She was worried about your safety. Every morning she’d watch Manny leave the apartment, feeling sick at the idea of something happening to you. “You know— I’ve seen so many things out there and I’ve been dying to talk to you about it.” you admitted. “Actually, I have something for you.” Abby frowned as you inspected your small pockets. “One time, we were reading together and you told me about your coin collection.” Abby’s heart melted. “I thought you’d like it.” You dropped the coin in the blond’s hand with a smile. She couldn’t believe it as she stared at you, she had never met someone so sweet and caring before. “I don’t deserve it.” she said, ashamed by how poorly she had treated you lately. “It looks really cute…” she said, glancing at the skirt, again. “Shit— I wanted to look hot, not cute.” you groaned, touching the fabric. Abby’s mind went wild as she stared at your curves more attentively, something switching inside her. “Abby.” you murmured, the blond’s heart becoming too heavy for her own chest as you caught her staring. She couldn’t deny it: you were an attractive woman. And there was nothing wrong with admitting it, but feeling it… It meant something totally different, something inappropriate. “I don’t know what to say…” Abby murmured back, blushing from the alcohol in her veins or the sudden tension rising between you two. “Fashion isn’t really my thing.” you smirked. “What’s your thing, Abigail?” It could’ve been an innocent conversation with someone else, but not with you. Abby sighed as she watched you step closer, eyes filled with lust. “Boob— Books, Books…” she said flustered, you were staring at her lips without even trying to be discreet about it. “Right— You’re an intellectual and beautiful.” Abby chuckled nervously. “I’m not beautiful, not like that, not like you.” you shrugged. “To me, you’re so much more than that.” Abby’s whole body trembled as you leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Dammit— You’re drunk.” Abby said, trying to play it cool. And as she sensed the frustration and desperation in your sigh, she almost gave in. You weren’t thinking rationally, your thoughts wandering around the blond’s body as she held you by the waist and pulled you closer so effortlessly. “There’s so many guys staring at you tonight, Y/N.” she said. “I couldn’t care less about them.” you murmured as Abby smirked.

• Unfortunately, or fortunately; you weren’t sure. Nothing had happened between you two that night. But emotionally, it completely wrecked you both. It’s true, Abby has been trying to convince herself that it meant nothing. “It was the alcohol.” she thought, leaving the aquarium. “What’s happening to me?” you had asked yourself. Abby didn’t know about the rest though, about what happened as soon as she left and how you ended up in Owen’s bed that night. Obviously, it was mainly to forget about what had happened between you two, to deny it. But as the man pounded into you recklessly, your thoughts went back to your friend. And when you clenched around him as you reached heaven the only thing you could think about was Abby Anderson.

[madame-mortician]

FNAF in DBD concepts:

So we all probably heard that FNAF is officially Dead by Daylight's Anniversary chapter for next year, and it's all but confirmed that the killer will be Springtrap, but here are some other predictions and concepts I have. These likely aren't happening it would just be fun.

Springtrap - Vanny Visceral Skin

Pretty self-explanatory. If Springtrap is the chapter's killer (which it most likely is) then Vanny would be a great visceral skin for him. I would say Legendary, but I feel like Vanny would have completely different animations to Springtrap due to not being a robot.

The Dredge - Mangle Legendary Skin

I think this would go hard, as it would be a mess of wires with her main head being obviously the Toy Foxy head, whilst the rest of him would be a mangle of animatronic parts. I think something cool would be if instead of goopy noises, she made radio static noises and metallic sounds. He'd have to have more added wires and limbs to make up for Dredge's size but it doesn't have to be a 1-for-1 recreation anyway.

The Unknown - Michael/Ennard Legendary Skin

This would go hard I think. It would be pretty similar to the Unknown's default design, just purple and more zombie-looking I guess. I think the Unknown works for this idea since it really gives the appearance of a non-human entity wearing human skin to appear humanoid, and that's more of less what Ennard was doing with Michael's rotting corpse. Maybe facially it could look somewhat similar to Josh Hutcherson but that's a bit of a stretch.

Dwight - Nightguard Inspired Costume

Usually, with big video game licenses like this, one of DBD's original survivors gets a skin, typically either Dwight or Feng. While I could see Feng decked out in a Chica cosplay or something of that sort, that seems a bit too out there I guess. I think it would make more sense to see Dwight in a FNAF-inspired outfit, either based on the movie or the graphic novel's security guard design. Hell, maybe he'll just get a purple shirt or a shirt with a Fazbear design on it, idk.

The Map

So I know a lot of people want the map to just be based on one location. However, I personally have a different idea in mind. Similar to the Saw map, they could merge different locations together. If it's a one-for-one recreation of, let's say, Fazbear's Frights, we'd get another situation like RPD, where it's accurate to the original game but also not great for DBD's gameplay. Instead, I think it would be interesting to have rooms and locations based on all of the games. Maybe the office is the iconic FNAF 1 office, and then there's Pirate's Cove, but also the Puppet's music box is here, and there are some broken animatronics lying around that are from various different games. It would also make sense lore-wise since, in DBD, the maps are taken from the character's memories, so it would be like an amalgamation of Springtrap's memories, for example. It would be more interesting than trying to choose one of the iconic FNAF locations, and turning it into a DBD map.

Map Easter Eggs

Adding to my last point, whatever map they decide to go for should be similar to Midwich, RPD and Nostromo, in my opinion. Not structure-wise, but rather with the easter eggs. Midwich has girls crying in bathrooms, shaking bodies, bodies falling out of lockers, and RPD has zombies outside the windows and the save menu music playing in the safe room. Nostromo has the face-hugger in the window, Jonesy in the lockers, and the MU-TH-UR room, and if they added this level of love to the FNAF map, that would be amazing. Some ideas would be hearing the music box music near the Puppet's box (and maybe even the Puppet leaping up from the box), JJ under the office table sometimes, the audio of Chica in the kitchen playing behind the Kitchen door, the Cupcake wandering around and Shadow Freddy/Bonnie randomly appearing in the hallway but then disappearing when you turn around. Stuff like that.

[sinister-system6]

Intro post!

This is now a blog for my ENTIRE system!

(image is to represent us, all pics taken from Pinterest)

Hi, if you don't know us, our body's name is Hunter, we usually introduce ourselves as a trans woman, but we do have some male alters.

I, the one writing this, am called Lillian, I am the host and also a persecutor which is an interesting combination to have. In this post, I will introduce the alters in my system and also let them speak for themselves if they wish to.

To start, there's Alex

Alex is a butch sapphic muscle mommy, she is blonde and has a side shaved hair with a ponytail. She is sad most of the time and longs for someone to love. She is a huge dork and loves love. She also used to be a host, but was demoted once I showed up. Sorry not sorry. She is also a really good musician and producer.

There'a Alisson, who's a femboy. He is our most sexual alter and usually fronts in sexual moments because (and this is how he describes himself) he is a cockdrunk slut. He is a trauma holder to an event that happend especifically to him.

There's Allister, who says he's a demon from the depths of hell. He is funny and an ageslider from 16 to 21, and stole his name from the Pokemon SwSh ghost-type gym leader. The first time he showed up, Alex was trying to sleep and he kept trying to talk to everyone in the headspace. He also has really strong echolalia.

Ash is our protector, our caretaker. He is currently questioning his entire existance because he believed to be AroAce, but started to have bisexual thoughts and impulses. He sees himself as an eboy sadboy kinda person, but is actually the (metally) oldest alter in here. He is one of the 3 alters who has full access to past memories.

Violet is an 8 year old girl who is such a cutiepie. She loves legos and is deeply anxious and depressed. She doesn't like to front that much but anyone who might be fronting is able to feel her feelings too. She likes to draw and paint, and she is one of the 3 alters who has full access to past memories

Ryan is a fictive, an introject based off of Ryan Wilder NOT from Batwoman, but from her evil version Red Death from The Flash CW. She doesn't front much nor does she talk in the headspace, so we don't know much about her.

Evelyn/Eva is an alter who is permanetly stuck in a PMT state. She cries a lot and is deeply emotional. She has a sever fear of abandonment and trust issues due to our ex girlfriend. She showed up during a mental breakdown we had during a PMT crisis, alongside with Ryan.

Monika is a sweetheart and NOT a fictive from DDLC. She loves life and the world and everyone. She is the textbook definition of a People-Pleaser (she told me not to write this but agreed it's true).

Merida is a "version" of Violet who is stuck at 13 years old. She is an angsty preteen. This is all you really need to know about her.

Anna is a 22 year old alter, she got her name from Dead By Daylight's Huntress, and acts like a persecutor while still keeping her cool. She is a smoker.

Natasha is an E-Girl who is, just like Evelyn, a crybaby. She gets emotional over the smallest things but has a deep love for everyone on Earth.

Alana is one of the first alters in our system, but due to personal issues among the system and our ex girlfriend, she was stuck in a limbo. She is mad at everyone in our system for forcing her to not front just to make our ex comfortable. She never liked our ex.

Edwin is a 12 year old nonbinary boycoded alter. He appeared a few days ago, but only fronted today. He thinks fronting is fun and that our body's face is pretty. He is funny and kind and enjoys puns.

Harriet is the newest alter in the system. She literally just appeared today (september 11th 2024). She describes herself as "a bimbo version of the Green Goblin"

Kara is a new alter who was formed today (September 12th 2024). She has a dark skin color (darker than the rest of us), and is currently on her way to replace Lillian as the host. She is happy and excited about life, but also one bad thought away from breaking down and crying.

Antonia is an alter made after Violet had a mental breakdown. She was made to not feel Violet's pain and lonliness. She is 25 years old, looks like arrowverse's Kate Kane and chose her name because of MCU's Taskmaster. She is a smoker.

Olivia is a new protector who split from Alex after a mental breakdown concerning our ex. She is calm usually, but can get really anxious FAST. She also has all of Alex's feelings for our ex so that's not great.

There's also Lillian, she is currently losing her status as host to Kara. She is a narcissist sociopath (as she herself claims), enjoys bad stuff such as gore and other evil nasty things. She is a smoker.

Eleanor is an alter who split after a dissociative and depressive episode triggered at our ex's house. We don't know much about her but the first time she fronted, she cleaned our entire room (at least up until our back started to hurt). She is a smoker.

Vanessa is one of the oldest alters (in terms of when she was created) in the system. She is a computer nerd and geek. She loves stuff like Cameras, Mechatronics (with Arduino), cosplay, videogames... She's a dork and we all love her.

[earthbaby-angelboy]

Walter Hale, Jess Wade, Steve Grayson and Dr. John Carpenter (ECU) as caregivers

Walter Hale (The Trouble With Girls, 1969):

Walter definitely strikes me as the type to adapt to whatever you need. If you need someone gentle, he's there to coddle you. If you need someone stricter, he's there with rules. Whatever you need, he's got. I get the feeling he'd be good with a kiddo who is real small (0-2), but I think if push came to shove he'd also be able to take care of someone older. It all depends on the chemistry.

If he knows you're stressed or teetering over the edge of a breakdown, he has no problem 'forcing' you to regress. He's very naturally manipulative, so it works like a charm. If you're ranting and raving about something, he'll literally come up to you and just pop your pacifier in your mouth with a knowing "better?" He loves when you sit on his lap while he's in meetings, and he has no qualms about walking around the Chautauqua with you on his hip. If anyone has anything to say about your regression, they answer to him. He's the one that you go to when you need to regress, but just...can't.

He absolutely loves buying you pretty little outfits so he can show you off to all his friends, but god-forbid they cast one lustful look in your direction and they're dead before daylight. He doesn't let you get your hands dirty. He loves spoiling you, and delights in your happiness.

He loves when you call him "daddy", and when he's stressed due to work or whatever else, he'll ask you to cuddle with him. It's beneficial to the both of you; he gets to relax, and you get to spend time with him. It's a win-win!

Jess Wade (Charro!, 1969):

He is naturally very stoic, and has a resting bitch face, so he would not be great with a regressor who is incredibly sensitive. He likes taking care of older kiddos (5-9), but doesn't mind taking care of the real little ones too.

He definitely would be the type to tell you to stop crying, then go all wide-eyed and gentle when you just cry harder. He's very straightforward, and expects you to communicate when you are upset and not make him do mental gymnastics to figure out what's bothering you. If you're having a meltdown, he'll usually just leave you to cry it out unless you explicitly state that you want him there.

He doesn't really have rules, but if you are acting particularly rude or just downright mean, he does serve punishments. They are more traditional, like writing lines, cleaning one spot over and over, or standing in a corner. Always tells you afterwords how proud he is of you for handling your punishment well.

This man has absolutely NO paternal instinct, so he learns along the way. If you're having a particularly rough day, big or little, he takes you out on his horse. Sometimes, he'll grab one of his cowboy hats and play peek-a-boo with you. Your laugh is the only thing that can bring a light smile to his face. He will never ask it of you, but his heart would melt into a puddle of goo if you called him "papa."

He likes nonchalant and domestic forms of intimacy, like cleaning up around the house for you and bringing you a flower bouquet he picked himself. His favorite activity, though, is doing shared activities together in silence, eg. reading separate books, but sitting close together.

Steve Grayson (Speedway, 1968):

Steve would not consider himself to be a caregiver whatsoever, but rather just an older brother! He himself is a regressor, but stays in an old enough headspace that he's able to keep a close eye on you. He loves to sit on the floor with you and get lost in a silly game. He adores taking naps with you, but will still knock out for a few (hours) even if you don't.

He himself is very hyperactive, so he would be good with a little that has a vibrant personality and a whole lotta energy! The two of you spend hours running around at a playground, just laughing and having fun because damn it, you both deserve to be happy. He loves booping your nose and squishing your cheeks.

He takes you on fancy ice cream parlour dates once a week! You little meances order 4 scoops of ice cream with all the toppings you can pile on! (...It has enough sugar to put an old woman in a coma.) He doesn't really care about how much sugar you have, as long as you don't get a tummy ache.

He doesn't like titles, but he doesn't mind nicknames! His favorites are "Vee" and "Stevie!"

Although he is an older brother figure, he has some small rules in place for your safety. He asks that you hold his hand when crossing the street, ask him if there's something on a shelf you can't reach, etc. Just little things he can do to keep you safe and make you more comfortable!

Dr. John Carpenter (Change Of Habit, 1969):

He would make an incredible caregiver for anyone struggling with a mental illness or trauma disorder. He understands how delicate someone can be when regressed, so he is very conscious of the things he says and does around you. He understands your brain better than you do, and can tell when you're going to regress beforehand.

He is very helpful when it comes to working through sensory overloads, meltdowns and outbursts. He is so calm and patient, always looking at you with kind eyes. He never punishes you for expressing how you are feeling, but does encourage you to discuss with him the emotions and thought process' behind your words and actions.

Touch is something incredibly special to him, so he's very careful about it. He loves cradling you close to him, especially when you're upset.

He doesn't give you rules, and he lets you "take the lead", so to speak. You go to bed when you can't keep your eyes open, he lets you eat all the sweets you want until you're satisfied, and he doesn't ever force you to regress. But, he does establish somewhat of a routine to make sure you're taking good care of yourself. Something that remains consistent in your routine is that when he notices you're getting super tired, he gives you tummy rubs. He likes playing dolls with you, mainly because he pays attention to the stories you create. Sort of like play therapy!

He would be good with any little (and is good with people in general), but I get the feeling he would be really awesome taking care of a little who has a newborn or baby headspace.

[xalygatorx]

helloooooo! writer asks 🤭

4, 7 (I’m a Times New Roman kind of woman), and 25 pleeaasseeee 😊

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thank you lovely! ❤️

4. A story I haven't written yet... I have a handful of oneshots for my Death in Pink AUs and a second part planned for The Rose-Sleeved Record. :)

But fully new? I'm eyeballing doing something with Stardew Valley, specifically with my precious angel baby Harvey. :') I also mapped out a sequel fic to Until Dawn years ago that I've never done but would still be up for.

7. I pretty much exclusively use Arial because it's easy for my brain to get distracted with anything fancier or trip over serifs while I'm editing. I'm also a big fan of Montserrat Classic when it's available.

[Fun little bonus fact, my first writing font selection (at 13?) was Sylfaen because it looked close to the font that was used for Twilight. LOL]

25. I'm awful about hobby hopping. I game a lot (usually farm sims and puzzle games by myself, Dead by Daylight or Fortnite with my friends) and I like to draw. :)

I also love to watch movies, documentaries, and playthroughs of games on YouTube. I do weekly beach volleyball games with a handful of my coworkers as well during the summer and like to kayak whenever I have a buddy to go with. I also used to stream on Twitch but I haven't gone live in a very long time so I'm not sure that counts as one of my hobbies anymore. :')

Sorry about the ramble! I like answering these sorts of things and once I start, I just gooo. :') Thanks again for the asks. xx

[cobwebcorner]

Hi! Which Weskennedy fanfics do you recommend?

Oh boy it's been a while since I did a fic rec post. Ask and ye shall receive!

Note: I am including WIPs on this list if, and ONLY if, what is posted already has a significant chunk of Wesker and Leon interaction. This is still a rare pair after all, and a bit of a crack ship, so pickings are slim. They may or may not be abandoned so get invested at your own risk.

The Lost Mission: Black Smoke (WIP) by saltiestofqueers

yes top of the list is a WIP but there's over 100k words in it and it's got plenty of food for you!

A classic tale of boy tracks down villain to spooky castle, villain infects boy with virus, boy unexpectedly bonds with virus and gains mysterious powers that villain needs, boy and villain now have to learn to get along in their strange situation.

This is an AU that uses a lot of RE 4 and 5 beta content to great effect, including a reworked Excella who is very compelling. But you're not here for Excella, you're here for Weskennedy! And the boys have a wonderfully complex dynamic in which both men slowly come to terms with the fact the other is more than they expected. Leon is haunted yet stubborn, and Wesker is his usual calculating and pragmatic self.

The worldbuilding and atmosphere are also excellent.

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Wearing White Will Make the Blood Look Pretty by Madamn_Resident

Post-RE5 Wesker tracks down Chris for revenge and accidentally winds up at Leon's apartment instead. Leon takes him in and nurses him back to health because he's just too nice for his own good.

Simultaneously a goofier yet darker take on this pairing (Wesker shreds a teddy bear at one point because A Redfield Touched It HISSSSS). This Wesker is the RE 5 incarnation with all of the camp and ham that that entails, and he bounces off a world-weary yet unfailingly kind Leon in a very fun way.

Do note that the fic ends on a bit of a cliffhanger and while there is a sequel, it is unfinished. This author also has a vampire AU which is very fun (also a WIP).

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Weskennedy Crack series by Julius_Ranch

As it says on the tin, a series of very short, mostly cracky one shots with Wesker and Leon in an established relationship getting up to shenanigans. Awful puns abound.

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All Work and No Play by AllHailBurnoel

I would like to direct everyone who can't wait for me to write that wesker/ada/leon threesome to this fic. It's a kinky PWP oneshot with the three, and it's not actually non-con despite how the beginning reads. I'm making note of the fact that they're doing a scene because rape fic isn't my bag, personally, and I know many of my followers aren't into it either.

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for need and want by bloodpearls

This is a short, sweet(?) oneshot in an established relationship, essentially just Wesker angsting and working through his feelings as he cuddles a sleeping Leon.

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In the Blue Twilight by Gawains_Green_Knight

Another established relationship. This one is half character introspection and half PWP, with very well written character interaction.

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talking in your sleep by tenenbaums

For the dead by daylight fans, here's one in that universe. Consists mostly of Leon bantering with the newest killer, and Wesker being very bad at flirting. Author has also written a follow-up to it.

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More Sinned Against than Sinning (WIP) by Androdamos

This is the only permutation of 'Wesker abducts Leon to get back at Chris' that I would recommend. Post-RE5 Wesker is revived by a sinister organization and then trapped into working for them. He orders Leon to be abducted ostensibly for science but really because he's bored, and the two of them unexpectedly hit it off.

They raise so much hell together and it's delightful to see. Wesker is very crafty and Leon is 1000% done with this shit. There are a lot of complicated power dynamics, stubborn heads butting against each other, and reluctant heart to hearts.

This author also has other fun short pieces for the pairing.

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Something Human (WIP) by Visceral_Poison

This is a new one that hasn't gotten very far yet, but what there is so far is very good. It's one of those Leon-actually-gets-to-be-an-RPD rookie AUs, and one of the few I would recommend, because it nails Leon's rookie characterization, letting him be a little meeker and less confidant in himself without making him unrecognizable. The shadows of his future strength and stubbornness are there and it's wonderful to see him growing more confident already. Wesker is also well done, and doesn't come off as creepy or predatory despite the age gap. Neither of these two set out to seduce the other, they just keep having meet cutes and the chemistry is irresistible.

(Your mileage may vary, of course. I personally can't stand the soft bullied baby cop Leon uwu trend that's popped up lately so it's a big relief that this fic isn't that)

[soaps-mohawk]

hi bestie i hope you’re doing well

im starting to get sick too😭😭 pollen is kicking my ass right now and its making my allergy to cats and dogs act up too😭 (i may have 2 cats and 6 dogs…whoops)

playing dead by daylight and red dead redemption 2 is the only thing keeping me from completely rotting away rn😭 (plus watching twd)

i really hope you feel better soon!! and i hope you were able to have a good birthday!!!

-📿

Nooo I'm so sorry 😭 pollen is so bad right now too. Take allergy meds and use an air purifier and take care of yourself!! I'm not usually one for cozy games, but I started playing A Little To The Left and it is as infuriating as it is fun lol.

I had a pretty alright birthday. Delayed my celebration a bit until I can enjoy it more (I was so congested I couldn't taste anything) but I am feeling a lot better now. Not quite 100% but far better than just a couple days ago.

[bxnnywrites]

⋆｡°✩ MAIN MUSES ✩°｡⋆

[PT: My Muses]

A simple list of all the characters I love writing for and believe I write well + the general headcanons and personality I write for em

Danny Johnson || The Ghostface [Dead By Daylight]

★ Firstly, this is my husband. My absolute man. I will be writing about him so fucking much because I am kissing him. ★ Tall motherfucker, like easily breaks 6'2, pretty small compared to other killers though ★ I write mine as a cis dude, I love FTM headcanons for him and all but in my brain he's cis! Queer Danny supremacy tho. Uses any pronouns but usually just goes with he/him ★ Demiromantic and Bisexual, Danny "Any Hole Is A Goal" Johnson but has a hard time with romance because he very rarely if ever feels romantic attraction. (Unsure of the original source of the demiromantic bisexual flag, but i remade it from an icon i saw) ★ Has NPD (kinda canon but developers used Narcissist as an insult, too bad taking it literally) + ADHD

Michael Meyers || The Shape [Dead by Daylight + Halloween]

★ Actual fucking giant, like 7 feet tall and some change ★ Also cis, I promise there are trans headcanons here somewhere. Anyways mainly he/him but doesn't really give a fuck. ★ Completely aromantic and pansexual, no romantic attraction but very queerplatonic. Aropan flag by @/flag-mashups (link). ★ Autistic and completely nonverbal, probs some other issues but I haven't thought about it a whole lot.

Amanda Young || The Pig [Dead By Daylight + Saw]

★ Lil gal (as far as killers go), 5'10 ★ Transfem MtF, She/Her and maybe sometimes They as a treat ★ Pan lesbian + Sapphic, imo she's alright with dating anyone that's not a purely cis dude. Pan lesbian flag by @/bi-lesbian (link). ★ Autistic, c-PTSD, HPD, I project onto this character hard so she gets a lot of my issues.

Anna || The Huntress [Dead By Daylight]

★ TALL WOMAN 6'3 ★ Bigender Demigirl, always has a feminine connection to her gender but often times feels really masc. She/Her but still nonbinary. Bigender Demigender flag made by @/sakosai (link) ★ Pansexual ★ c-PTSD, Autistic, BPD, another character I project onto lol

Sadako Yamamura || The Onryō [Dead By Daylight + The Ring]

★ I WILL NOT WRITE NSFW OF THIS CHARACTER EVER don't even bother asking. ★ Itty Bitty Baby, 5'6, smallest of the killers ★ Agender, can't be bothered with it. ★ Aroace, very affectionate though! Aroace Agender flag is by @/rjalker [link] ★ Def has a personality disorder, which one? Haven't decided but something on the cluster b spectrum. Otherwise, ADHD (possibly audhd?) and comorbidities.

Others I will write for under the cut! Not as much detail, just that I would write for them if asked.

⋆｡°✩ OTHER MUSES ✩°｡⋆

[PT: Other Muses]

The Oni (DBD) // The Trapper (DBD) // Bubba Sawyer (DBD + Movies) // Freddy Krueger (DBD + Movies) // Legion (No NSFW bc their ages are debatable and I'm uncomfy) // Pyramid Head (DBD + Silent Hill) // Trickster (Only to make fun of him) // Xenomorph (DBD + Movies) // Billy Loomis (Scream) // Stu Mencher (Scream) // Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine) // Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) // HABIT (EMH) // Tim Sutton / Masky (Marble Hornets) // Patrick (MLA0) // Lexx (Whispered Faith) // Lee (Whispered Faith)

⋆｡°✩ NON-HORROR MUSES ✩°｡⋆

[PT: Non-Horror Muses]

Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact) // Captain Beidou (Genshin Impact) // Mahito (JJK) // Gojo Satoru (JJK) // Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer) // Tengen Uzui (Only with the rest of his wives, the polyamory is staying fuck you) // Muzan Kibutsuji (Demon Slayer) // Gyutaro (Demon Slayer) // Welcome Home Cast (most AU's) // Medic (TF2) // Heavy (TF2) // Sniper (TF2) // Engineer (TF2) // Pyro (TF2)) // Spy (TF2)

⋆｡°✩ SHIPS ✩°｡⋆

[PT: Ships]

All X Reader ships (self inserts my adored) // Beiguang // Tengens Polycule // Frankly Dear (Frank x Eddie) // Sally x Julie // Frank x Julie (as QPP's, not romantic) // Red Oktoberfest (Medic x Heavy) // Bush Medicine (Medic x Sniper) // Knife Party (Spy x Sniper)

[godslino]

I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well and that your birthday celebration was fun! I hope that I didn’t come off as demanding or anything when I asked if my other message was received. Frankly, I didn’t even remember if I sent it or not, so I just wanted to make sure I did LOL Please don’t feel pressured to respond—doing so whenever you have the time is more than enough. I’ve been doing pretty good. The workload hasn’t been as heavy as usual but there’s quite a few exams coming up, so I gotta prepare for that hahah. My routine of sleeping after 12am has switched to sleeping before 11pm recently, which is good! Morning classes suck… I can never wake up in time (╥﹏╥)

Sending a bunch of love!

-🍒

hello my loveliest of lovelies!

i actually envy your ability to fall asleep before 11pm, i've ALWAYS had a hard time with that. most of my nights lately have been spent playing dead by daylight and staring at my drafts as i will my brain to work 😭

also in response to your other message you sent, i would loooove to see some of your art if you ever get the inspiration to do it again! or, if you ever need someone to bounce ideas off of for writing, i'm here too! i always love love love to see what other people are capable of creating.

hope you're doing well, all the love 🤍

[callmemana]

Intricate Threads: A Ballet of Secrets

Pietro x Widow!self-insert

Summary: When the Red Room finally had been shut down and Dreykov dead, three ex-Widows follow Natasha back to the Avengers where they meet and form a bond with the other members of the team. The Widows had control over what they do for the first time and aren’t gonna let something as sweet as freedom slip through their hands. You can never be too cautious about what might lurk in the depths of the Galaxy.

A/N: This will take place across a couple of marvel movies, starting with a month or so before Captain America: Civil War and stop at Avenger’s Endgame.

A/N #2: the Romanian & Russian dialog will be in English but in {brackets} because sometimes Google Translate isn’t trustworthy.

Warnings: inaccurate fighting scenes, cursing, and everyone lives because I said so and Cap doesn’t stay back in the 40s.

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Chapter 1 - Daylight to Midnight

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After the Red Room had crashed, it wasn’t a hard decision for me and a few other Widows to follow Natasha back to New York. I wasn’t the youngest of the newbie Avengers, that title would go to Peter Parker, but I wasn’t the eldest either, Baylie.

I was about the same age as the Maximoff Twins. We all got along for the most part, but it's hard to be truly friends when you’re both closed off towards one another.

Trust isn’t something you have after years of only being able to rely on yourself and that can be tested when you’re relaxing on the couch with a companion and you can’t find the remote.

Friendships will crack quickly over something as stupid as the possibility of sitting on the remote and then not moving when you’re looking for it. That can ruin friendships quickly.

Also we’re still in that awkward phase of our lives where we’re still getting those stupid teenage hormones. Well, most of us are, Vision got to skip that part which is totally unfair! And Peter’s just starting that phase of becoming that moody teen that he is. He’s not very fun to hang around when he’s sassier than usual. I don’t know how Stark and his Aunt handle him.  

I grew close to the only other people my age, the Maximoff Twins and my sisters. I’ve known Baylie and Raven since we were children before the Red Room and took care of each other while training to be a Widow.

I’m closer with Wanda than the Speedster, but when you’ve been deprived of having a friend it’s nice to finally have one. She also is dating my little sister Raven. I get along okay with Pietro, we have our moments here and there, but usually it's all smooth sailing.

He likes to flirt with the female population in Stark Tower which consist of two bachelorettes; Nat and myself, but he knows better than to try anything on Natasha. So it all goes to me. I mean, I don’t hate it, but I don’t exactly like to be hit on when i’m trying to peacefully eat my cereal in the morning.

There are other women in the tower, but most are in relationships. Shield agents are too easy for him, or so he’s told us. I think that he’s already gone through most if not all the single ones.

Bay thinks he likes to flirt with me because I’m ’hard to get, even harder to keep’ but I just roll my eyes and tell her to fuck off.

Ray thinks it’s sweet that he flirts and always tries to give him ideas on how to ‘woo me’ because she doesn’t see me smile very often, but when I’m with him i can’t help it. She’s even recruited Wanda to help.

Nat pretty much leaves the subject alone, every once in a while she’ll add her two cents into the mix. But she’s also a little shit so you know she’s pulling strings in the background trying to set something up.

Pretty much everyone on the team and even a couple of high-ranking SHIELD Agents are rooting for us.

The way I see it, he’s an amazingly gorgeous man with a thick accent that can make any woman fall for his charm. This translates to Fuckboy, if you ask me.

And for my first real relationship fresh out of the Red Room, I’m not dumb enough to have my heart broken by a guy like him. So he can flirt and try his little horny Jedi mind tricks on me, but it isn’t happening.

We’re best friends and Wanda and Raven are dating, but just because our siblings are together and he’s stupidly attractive doesn’t mean that I’ll cross that line between friends to lovers with him anytime soon.

There’s plenty of fish in the sea, he just has to get out of the tower and catch one’s attention. Which should be easier than pie for him.

I’m just not going to be another notch in his belt buckle for him. I’m damaged and I don’t want to put my traumatic past into his future.

We’ve both been through enough as it is. So why should we add unnecessary baggage to the mix when we can’t even get over our own?

Dreykov wanted to break us down and build us back up stronger. He wanted the power over us and to make sure that we could never leave him.

To keep our heads in the assignments, so he took away our choice to a happy future. He does this to millions upon millions of young women every day.

Now though, with the Red Room destroyed, all those other girls have a choice. They can be reunited with their parents and no more children will be kidnapped and tortured to fit perfectly into the Red Room’s manifest.

I know I don’t even want to think about my past, so many terrifying tests and experiments. How could I ask him to share when I’m not willing to do so too.

The pain, screams, and daily lectures about how the graduation ceremony was a privilege and reward for passing every test they could throw at you.

Now I see what it really is, another way to control you.

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Getting up in the morning was a big task for me, I hated mornings more than anything. So when Steve did his ‘Good Morning Checks’ I usually threw my pillow at the door and cuddled further into my blankets.

Today though, since Steve was out on a mission along with most of the other adults, it was F.R.I.D.A.Y that woke me up with a loud trumpet noise. I grumbled as I sat up and wrapped a blanket over my shoulders before heading out in my oversized shirt and spandex booty shorts.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and started to crack eggs for some breakfast. I had F.R.I.D.A.Y play some pop music as I continued to cook, using the spatula as a microphone. Every once in a while I’d take a sip from my mug just to the left of me.

In the middle of making the scrambled eggs my blanket over my shoulders fell and the sudden lost of warmth made me shiver and to warm myself up again I reached for my coffee I just grabbed air. It was missing and as much as I knew I was the only one awake and out of bed.

I looked around the counters, making sure that I didn’t just place it a few inches away from me but I never saw it. I widened the search and when I turned around and caught a glimpse of the smug look on the Speedster’s lips I knew what had made my blanket fall. I stared right into those beautiful icy blue eyes as I realized he must’ve snuck over and snatched my mug too.

“Did you really just Jack my cup? There’s like a hundred of them in the cabinets above the coffee machine!”

A thick Slovakian voice replied smugly, “But this one was closer and full. No need to dirty a new cup, {Darling}.”

I seethed and reached for my coffee when he swiftly moved it out of my way. “Serioulsy Pietro. Give it back, you have legs and they work just fine. Get your own.”

“Yours is better, I think I’ll just keep this one.”

“Seriously? Give it back, it's too early for this and I’m making scrambled eggs for everyone.” I point the spatula/mictrophone at him threateningly. He knows that if I wanted to I could use it as a weapon.

Pietro raised his eyebrows, smirk still on his gorgeous face. “I’m not giving it up. Nice try tricking me with food.”

I groan as I rolled my eyes and go to the cabinet where the mugs usually are. When it was opened, the cups were not on their designated shelf. They were now at the top where I couldn’t reach. I took a sharp inhale before I turn around abruptly, anger colored my face red. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did.” He looks so smug as he takes a gulp of my coffee. At that moment the others started to trail in, most likely from the smell of food cooking.

“What’s this morning’s spat about today?” asked Ray as she went to grab a mug only to grab a glass cup.

She turns it left and right in confusion before setting it back and stepping a few steps in reverse, seeing that the mugs are on a higher shelf. Raven spares a look to Wanda, and then she uses her magic to bring down three more.

“Where’s your coffee Amanda?”

“Your {idiot} brother took it.”

“{Be nice}” replied Raven as she hit her sister as a warning.

“{He took my coffee! I have a reason to be upset!}”

Raven gave another ‘behave’ glare and turned to the coffee pot pouring herself and Wanda a cup. I nudged her with my own and dipped my head towards the machine. Raven playfully rolled her eyes before grabbing and filling mine and handing it back.

“How did you sleep?”

Raven shrugged and looked at Wanda before returning to face me and whisper, “It wasn’t the best, {I had nightmares all night about the Red Room.}”

We both checked to make sure the Twins were occupied in their own conversation before continuing.

“{Why didn’t you come and get me? We could’ve talked it out}.”

Raven waved me off taking a sip of her coffee, “I’m fine. When they get too bad I’ll talk to Bay or you.”

I gave her a concerned smile but let it go, “Ok everyone, breakfast is done. Come and get a plate.”

Of course it was just the four of us, Baylie would be asleep for a while, Vision didn’t need to do anything human, and Peter was at home before his school started.

Pietro was the first to the skillet, kissing my cheek as I drank some more caffeine before he scooped heaps of the eggs onto his plate. I had made sure to make a whole carton because of his metabolism. “{Thank you, Princess}.”

I froze from the unexpected kiss, the two other women in the room giggle behind their plates. We all sat in silence as we ate our breakfast before we had to get ready for training. Bay came in a couple of minutes before we left to get dressed.

“Good morning, any coffee or food left?” She walked around the kitchen and grabbed what she wanted and sat down at the counter. She was greeted from everyone in the room and talked a little before we really did have to go get dressed for the gym.

I put my dirty dishes into the sink and put rubber gloves on before starting to wash them and then everyone else started to pile their own plates and silverware into the soapy water.

“Really? {I can’t wait for training, then I’ll kick their asses}” I mutter to myself as the others leave the room. I missed the way Pietro looked back at me as I frustratedly scrubbed the dishes.

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After I was finished I rushed to my room to put on some athletic short and a sports bra, already hot from the running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Once I was inside the gym I started my stretching, plugging my headphones into my phone and opening the Spotify app and picking a random playlist.

Lost in my own little world, I missed the staring from the Speedster as I taped my hands before starting to box. The bag was swinging wildly with each punch thrown at it. I kept the rhythm for a while until I felt tired and thirsty, so I quit for a couple of minutes to get a drink.

I hadn’t realized the time and the fact that everyone else was gone from the gym, so I took the gloves and tape off of my hands and wrists and went to my room to shower. When I was done and dressed I went to the livingroom to watch a movie.

A luxury that I didn’t really have growing up, since they didn’t do that in the Red Room. Unlike Steve, I didn’t have a little notebook full of everything in the last 75 years that I missed, I wasn’t in my early hundreds and buried in ice. I was trained to be an assassin and there was no room for ‘childishness.’

I made popcorn and found some of the snacks and candies that Stark had stashed everywhere he could, you can’t hide anything from a spy. A rush of wind and then the couch sunk where he sat beside me, pretty much touching my hip to his.

“What are we watching {Princess}?” he mumbled over some of the chips I had set up on the couch. I snatched the bag away from him, taking a handful and chewing on the chips. “I’m watching a Disney princess movie.”

I shoved him away from me, getting comfy in my spot on the couch and moving the blanket to cover my whole body. “Don’t be like that {Darling}, let me stay and watch the movie with you.”

Pietro tried to get under the blanket with me, but I ripped them out of his hands, wiggling my pointer finger at him, “Uh no, {Playboy}, we are not sharing this. Go get yourself one from your room, I’ll pause it and wait for you.”

“Thanks {Darling}, I’ll be back in a flash.” he kissed my cheek again before running off towards his room to grab a blanket.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at his little affection that he’s given me today. It’s nothing really new between the two of us, ever since we’ve all became friends. He’s like that to the other girls too, nothing more than a little greeting or goodbye or even playfulness that he shows.

Pietro kept his word and was back quickly with pillows and blankets and drinks and somehow even more snacks and candies. I gasp, “Where did you find those! They’re the best candies Stark has hidden and I’ve searched for months and haven’t found any!”

He smiled at my excitement and handed me the plastic packaging that he had opened for me and I grabbed a couple before tossing them in my mouth and chewing. “Are you ready and comfortable?”

Pietro sat down and threw the blanket over himself before laying his head on my lap and looking up into my eyes, “Ready {Princess}.”

Chuckling, I messed up his hair a little and hit the ‘play’ button. “Whatever goob, just keep your eyes on the screen.”

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The next few hours we took turns picking out different movies, only thing that mattered to us was each other’s company and the movie in the background.

I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was to the sound of a gravely voice speaking in a language I didn’t understand. “{It’s time to get up Princess, dinner’s ready.}”

I groan and stretch as I slowly get up, taking the blanket and turning myself into a burrito before walking into the kitchen. “Well good evening Sleeping Beauty, I’m glad you could join us. You and Piet looked very comfy on that couch together.”

I punched Bay on the shoulder, glaring at her from across from me at the table. Bay and Ray giggled into their hands at my reaction. They already knew of my little crush on the man and loved to throw it in my face about the flirty remarks we both exchanged.

“{Don't start that shit, there is nothing going on.}”

“Hey, hey, English please!” announced Peter as he grabbed a piece of pizza from the box.

“Sorry, Pete. I’m just so used to talking to other Widows that I forget not everyone else can speak Russian.”

Peter smiled, taking a huge bite. “No problem Ms Baylie, I know its hard for you girls.”

Now it was Raven and myself who were laughing, Peter might’ve been a teenager but he did have some ‘old people’ tendencies. He always called older people Misses or Mister and it made most of the time they laugh at his formality and others got frustrated because of it.

The dinner continued with laughter and small meaningless arguments. Vision ended up joining us too, talking science with Peter as the rest of us talked about everything and nothing at the same time. It was fun to have dinners as a family, since I can’t really remember the last proper one I had with my own.

After the pizza was put away, I started to put on the rubber gloves and clean the dirty dishes again and I felt a slight breeze to my side where Pietro was standing now. He took the plates that had already been washed and started to dry them.

The silence between us was comfortable and friendly. I hummed a little tune from earlier in the day and did a little dance as I put the dried plates in the cupboards.

Pietro sped past me, taking the plate from the drying rack and then the ones from my hands and put them in their respective place. I rest my closed fist on my hips, a slight smile on my lips.

“Really? Sometimes it's okay to do domestic things without super powers every once in a while. Plus, not everyone in the house has them.”

Pietro smirks, “I can think of one thing that’s domestic we can do without my powers, {Darling}.”

I blush at his words, smiling to myself as I shake my head, “Ok yeah, keep talking game buddy. I’m gonna go clean up our movie night and then go to sleep.”

Before I could even exit the kitchen, a blur of sliver passed and then stopped right in front of me, holding all of our snacks, candies, and popcorn bowl. “Thanks, less for me to do. Good Night Piet.”

I kissed his cheek and then left for my room, where I ended up reading until about ten. I got ready in dance attire and then grabbed my old pointe shoes, making sure the coast was clear before existing my room and sneaking over to the gym where Baylie and Raven was waiting.

“{You took a while, having too much fun with the boytoy?}” smirked Baylie, opening the door and allowing Raven and myself in first.

I turned on the lights as Ray sat down and put on her ballet shoes, Bay coming inside and doing the same. Once Raven was done she set up her phone to the sound system and syncing up a song that we have engraged in our brains.

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Veneur

veneur - noun. Old French - 'hunstman.'

-

It starts with a call.

"Theo, hey, it's Dan. We...we found something."

The hills of Quarry Mountain Colorado in the late fall wasn't something anyone really wanted much to do with. Too early in the season for snow, and all the boarders and skiiers not having populated the slopes, too late in the season for the summer hikers and campers to want to brave the wet and the cold.

Theo wasn't here for fun, though.

He's met at the given location by the man he spoke to on the phone, and a girl he's not met before.

Theo and Dan shake hands, Dan younger than him, but his hands no less strong and capable, and willing to do what was necessary. If Theo were to think about it for longer than the time it took to share a beer, he might consider Dan someone he'd end up passing his mantel to. But again, that wasn't why he was here.

"Where did you find it?" Theo asks, beginning to move onwards down the wet, misty path. Even this far out, the way was covered with gravel and stones, well-kept and seen to. It crunches loudly in the relative quiet of the woods around them as he walks, a steady pace. Dan keeps up with him, and the girl follows along.

"About a mile ahead, off the trail. One of the locals said they'd found a while engine block pretty well disassembled downstream, and then the rest of the car further upstream. Looked like an accident, probably having gone right over the edge of a turn."

Theo hums.

"No one had come to claim it, so they ran the plates and it belonged to a couple that has been reported missing all the way in Idaho few weeks ago. Family apparently said they were going on a last-hurrah for the season camping venture, and just. Dropped off the face of the planet."

They round the corner, and though the well-marked trail continued on, Dan takes the lead now and starts into the brush. It's clear from the broken twigs and stamped, dead foliage that this divergence was already becoming more used. Theo makes a note to direct them to alternate routes in the near future, for however long they were going to be necessary.

Their work required them to be as concealed as what they hunted.

"Then, yesterday morning, Jackie here," Dan then gestures back to the girl following along, who perks up at the mention of her name, back straightening under the sudden gaze of the two, "says she wanted to go for a walk for her off-shift."

"I usually do sweeps, but we were rearranging some schedules, and my sleep pattern has gotten all bungled up, so since it was broad daylight, I figured why not. I'll get to know the area more at least."

"No partner?" Theo asks.

Immediately, Jackie's shoulders stiffen. He doesn't say it like one, voice perfectly neutral, but the answer itself is more than a confession of wrongdoing.

"Um. No, sir. I went by myself."

Theo then stops their walk, and turns to properly face Jackie. He glances at Dan. He points to Jackie's coat. "What are you carrying."

She jumps to comply, and unzips the coat, pulling it open. Inside, strapped to her chest, is a handgun on the left, to be pulled with the right. A pouch at her side, carrying silver rounds. At her hip, strapped just as securely, is three thick, silver-tipped ash-wood stakes.

Theo nods. "Good. Don't go out alone again. If you had the notion that this is the confirmation that you believe it to be, then you should know better than to tempt fate."

Jackie rezips her coat and nods. "Yes sir."

They resume the walk.

"Continue," Theo prompts after a few moment of silence.

"Uh, well. I went for a walk, and I just. Sort of stumbled on it."

"It."

"The bodies, sir."

-

At the site, they are joined by the rest of the hunter cell. Three others, aside from Jackie and Dan. Theo doesn't pay them much mind as he lights a smoke and confers with Dan over what his own examination of the findings had come to.

Two bodies - one male, one female. No identifying clothing, no wallets or items with the bodies to give much of a hint without family identification or dental records. Even with the couple weeks of exposure, however, the cold and the high altitude meant slower decomposition, which allowed Theo to notice what he needed.

"The broken necks threw us off, which admittedly is why I did hesitate to call you," Dan says.

Theo shakes his head. "I know. Better to be sure than to alert the police and lose evidence. But it happened after death."

"Yeah?" Dan hedges.

"Mm. They want it live and warm for as long as possible. The minute the body ceases all living functions they're on a time limit and won't get as much from a hunt."

Theo takes another pull of the cigarette. "Hands, too."

"Right. The fingernails."

Filled with old blood, both their own from fighting so hard they almost tore off in the struggle, and from sinking into immortal flesh to try and fight off the beast.

It was always in the details.

Dislocated jaws, punctures just below the temple where the arteries crossed the hinge. Wounds to the scalp where the skin was gripped hard enough to pull away from the flesh. Broken wrists, mauled thighs where the femoral artery ran just under the surface of the skin, but dug into all the way down to make striations on the bone. Little scrapes that were set just about an inch and a half apart.

"So what do you think?" Dan asks, watching his mentor closely.

Theo glances at him, and then around to the hills. It wasn't quite quiet yet. Snow would turn everything into a silent wonderland, alien to itself the rest of the year. For now, there was still birdsong in the trees, the last of the late-stayers. The last of the fall leaves that clung to the branches were limp and had lost their brilliance of autumn some weeks ago. The deer would be starting rut soon.

"I think it's about hunting season," Theo says, grimly.