#dead by daylight swap au

[applegameisprollytaken]

Ok so I recently found out about nightfall, the dead by daylight swap au... And I have some ideas for some of my fave characters

(I would do my survivor main Quentin but @aviatorhead already did it better. )

Tarhos Khovacks

Most of his lore is the same until just around the being taken to be a slave part. The people who captured him are attacked by a different kingdom, ruled by an unstable but kind king. He gets put to work helping the guards and all that, and eventually, he is the personal guard of the king, along with three of his friends. One day, a fog seeps out from the kings study, and Tarhos wakes up at a campfire in a strange place.

The king

Basically Vittorio toscano but he realizes what he was searching for actually IS and breaks down, killing the two guards who were with him in a fit or rage (the swap versions of the jailer and the carnifex). Past that is just the entity whispering in his ear

Frank, Joey, Susie, and Julie

Same as canon, but their life is better, and they DONT kill that one guy at the store. They go to jail, but as the cops drive to the precinct, they have to swerve out of the way of... Something (swap jeff). The four's bodies were never found.

(I refuse to do Jeff I don't know anything about him)

Jed Olsen

Investigative journalist who gets too close to catching a killer, who seems to leave arcane symbols on her victims bodies. After she frames him, he has to change his name and leave the country. As he investigates a string of disappearances, he stumbles across a strange cult in a ritual, a fog envelopes him, and he wakes up at a campfire.

(yes it's swap Mikaela in case you were wondering (idk how to spell her name))

(bonus one because it felt incomplete. I hate the clown with a passion but I thought of a good way to swap him)

(remember to put the clowns actual name here)

As a young boy, he loved to look at animals, and he thought clowns were funny, always wanting to go to the circus when it came to town. As he grew up, that never changed. But when the traveling circus said they needed someone to tend to the animals, he jumped at the opportunity. He was so good with the animals that he actually was sent to preform, doing tricks with the animals. Until one day, he came in, and saw a bloodbath. Half the people in the circus had clawed their ears off, and the other half were ripped apart. So he took his favorite animal, the horse Maurice and ran, and kept running until he found himself at a campfire.

(yes Kate is a siren. I thought it fit)

[bionicboxes]

DBD Swap AU - Unknown and Hillbilly's Survivor designs!

More Info Below the cut

The premise of this particular swap AU is to make the minimal amount of changes to the killer and survivors backstories required to change their role, since people usually make quite drastic changes. Unknown is one of the killers that deviates most, while Hillbilly is one of the ones that deviates least. Their stories are as follows:

Hillbilly: Stays the same up until Max kills his mother. As she's dying he realizes the Consequences of these actions and runs out of the house before the police catch up, blindly hoping that maybe, just maybe, if he just keeps running, he can leave here and never come back. In a way, he's right, since the Entity promptly snatches him up. As the officer arrives (that slips in Ms. Thompson's blood), Max is already long gone, and they're never able to find him.

Max is a name picked in a rush when he had nothing else to introduce himself as to the other survivors, part of him still processing what he did and part of him still clinging to the idea of a world where his parents loved him enough for him to be his father's 'Jr.' Over time, the other survivors allow him to feel loved and allow him to feel that he is, in fact, not doomed to be a monster, and therefore becomes highly protective of the others. He thus will never tell any of them about his past or murdering his parents as he's terrified of losing the trust and love of the first people to ever treat him with anything other than cruelty.

Unknown: The one that deviates the most (so far), but it was necessary to include it. Based on the theory that Unknown becomes an amalgamation of all the theories about it, except the theories are all about Unknown as a benevolent force. Picture:

Someone is lost in the woods, panicking. They sense a presence, neither good nor bad, completely neutral, as its not yet been bestowed with intentions. Seeking comfort, the person imagines the presence they feel as something friendly; A guardian angel, perhaps, or maybe just someone who can help them find their way out of the forest. Only then does a figure appear out of the darkness, a Man that's not quite Human, unnerving yet... comforting. The figure guides the person out of the woods, disappearing by the time they turn around.

This spawns all sorts of rumors as to what they experienced; Perhaps an angel? maybe the ghost of a man who died lost in the woods trying to help them avoid the same fate? maybe it was simply a figment of their imagination, or maybe it was just a normal man on a stroll who happened to come across them and lend them aid. Regardless, it appears when people who need help think of it, and one day, a survivor within the Entity's realm, lost within the infinite woods, remembers an old urban legend, the story of a man who helps the lost be found. And a figure appears. Or something like that!

[fl1ckh34d]

WOOO! More roleswap AU stuff. Wesker and Jill being besties and doing their makeup in the bathroom to flirt with Captain Chris 🤭

[irishqueen12]

Don't see many au versions of Anna in swap au's so I wanted to contribute! and I'm really proud of it 😅so here she is! I'll post a few more doodles on her soon! 👀

[didderd]

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This week's drawings I did for RedBeanPorridge's weekly Sketch Clup! The theme this week was videogames, so ofc I drew mostly Undertale. :> The top left was me in the discord at 4 am after reading the theme lol.

The bottom right is some DBD bc I wanted to give some love to one of the only games I actually play sometimes. I planned on more for it, but cramps got in the way. ;v; At least I was able to draw probably my favorite headcannon in the fandom: Legion looking up to Ghost Face as a role model, and kinda following him around. :3

[zefaruwere]

a little shit on swap au with these two. The design of Tarkhov the survivor belongs to @shminald

[shadowtoons]

Haven’t sketched these two in a long time! Since I was doing an au swap

Swapped these two

Basically Cy is a chill guy, he wouldn’t kill anyone without a reason, so he retired. Even so he was the top one than Hacker was.

While Hacker is a brute, he doesn’t care how one feels. He will use someone at his advantage to get what he wants, he still on a war path against Cy.

[dbd-the-swap-au]

So, Alien in DBD happened! I've actually had the concept for this chapter kicking around for a while now, I just never got around to posting it. I'll go back and fill in the rest of the chapters... at some point. I have some big art projects unrelated to this AU going on right now, but who knows? Maybe this will be back in full swing come November.

[movies-dont-make-psychos]

I couldn't help but Imagine Yun-Jin as the killer instead of Ji-Woon

I decided to try and give her a K-pop style, but I'm not very Good at designing outfits, I tried my hardest and Now I wanna draw Ji-Woon as a survivor

[aroacesetitoff]

"no light, no light in your bright blue eyes - I never knew daylight could be so violent"

A piece for the Swap AU, never let Maharlika into the woods or someones gonna catch these hands @demise-seems-dead

close up

[moorishflower]

a fic I'm reading in a different fandom references the Chinese fable of the Magpie Bridge a lot, and while reading, I couldn't help but think, okay, but this could also be a great concept for a Dreamling fic 🤔

Two lovers, one a goddess, one human, so their love is forbidden. Separated by the Milky Way, they can only meet once a year when a flock of magpies form a bridge across for them.

Swap in 100 years for 1 year and ravens for magpies and there you have it!

oh this is a GOOD one

there are so many good bird-related fables and folk tales! I've been tooling around with the idea of a Dreamling AU of the Crane Wife story, especially because it's one of my favorite songs/series of songs by The Decemberists.

Like, imagine Hob, poor, humble, a mercenary in a time of peace, laid down his sword, and he's glad of it, he's SO glad, but his sword was what brought him coin, and now he has nothing. He has a little house that was gifted to him, and a little copse of woods in which he can hunt and cut wood, but winter is coming on, and the house wants for repairs, and he has no money to purchase supplies. He's doing the best he can and winter is so cold.

The stars fall like streaks of rain on glass, the twilight sky a scattering of silver and bruisy blue, and it is December 1st, and Hob Gadling chops wood for the fire. Stupid, to let the embers dwindle, and he with no logs to feed it, and the sun sinking deep below the horizon. It's bitter cold in daylight, and already the chill bites into his fingers, and numbs his hold on the axe.

Dangerous, to chop wood at night, in the dark, in the cold. Dangerous, too, to fall asleep in a cottage that's more holes than thatch, where the wind whistles at him through the timbers, with a dead hearth and thin blankets.

So Hob chops wood, and tells himself he's grateful for the chance the king has given him. For services rendered to the crown, a home and a plot of land in times of peace. A princely gift indeed. And perhaps, when winter thaws, they will find his body curled upon the bed, frozen stiff, with a dead hearth and empty pockets. Firewood, he thinks, does not buy food. A run-down cottage does not put clothes upon your back.

He sets the axe down to blow into his hands, and the stars blow like milk across the sky, a beautiful line of white that he tracks with his eyes, as though he could navigate by that curling stream. The temptation to return to his cottage, to bundle up beneath his few blankets and await the dawning, is sorely tempting.

The winter is bitter cold, and Hob reaches for the axe again.

The third sapling is not yet even half-felled before he's interrupted by a shout. Hunters come, sometimes, to his little copse, to flush out partridges and hares, and sometimes he is too heartsick for company to deny them, but tonight he is freezing, and his chest is heavy with anger. He swings the axe upon his shoulder and goes towards the noise, wading through the underbrush, following the bay of a hound, and the sharp whistle of its master.

"Oy!" he calls out, and hears the noises stop. "These are my woods, mine by gift of the King, and if you've felled some hart or hare I'll take my share of it!"

"Fuck off!" comes the answering call, and laughter, and the retreating sound of footsteps. The panting of a dog, disappearing into the brush.

He wants to return to the cottage, where at least he has the illusion of warmth. But he heard the crush of the branches, and the hound's eager signal. The hunter had found something, and he needn't even fully butcher it tonight. The cold will keep it well so long as he bleeds it and takes out the entrails, and, heartened by the thought of a warm meal come morning, Hob pushes through the darkening woods, following broken twigs by the light of the rising moon.

When he comes upon the clearing, the silver gleam of the tumbling stars casts it all in shades of cream and starkly alarming shadow, but even in the dimness he can make out the small body in the center, and smell the hot tang of blood.

"Oh," he says softly, and lets the axe fall from his hand. No hart, nor hare, nor even a fat partridge. Only a raven, glossy and nacred black, thrashing weakly in the rotting leaves of winter. An arrow through its wing. "Poor thing. Sweet little thing. It's all right."

He could snap its neck, he thinks. The meat would be gamey and thin, but even leather, boiled long enough, will make a tolerable soup. And surely it would be a blessing, to put it from its misery. A raven with a single wing cannot fly. A raven that cannot fly is not a raven.

Still, when he goes to it, and kneels beside it in the dark, he reaches not for its neck, but for its tiny, heaving breast. "Hush," he croons, and strokes a finger through its downy feathers. "It's all right. Let's get that out of you."

The arrow is black-fletched, perhaps the reason a hunter would bother to shoot a raven in the first place. Needless fancy, when goose feathers fly straight and true, and afterwards one can eat the goose besides. But the shaft of the arrow is wood, the same as any other, and easily snapped. The raven writhes and croaks, miserable, pained, and blood dampens Hob's hands as he pulls the broken arrow from its seat. He can see the white flash of bone, and the blood that slicks the ground turns dark as the loam of the earth under the rising moon.

"Christ's nails," he says, and the raven turns its head, its eye a perfect, black little button, its mouth open and panting. It makes no attempt to flee, not by wing and not by foot. The ravens in London are uncommonly clever, he thinks -- perhaps this is one of them, blown far off course. Perhaps it senses that he tries to help.

He has no healing salves, nor needle and thread to try and stitch the wound closed, and no knowledge of birds' wings, besides. But he has his tunic, worn but clean. Hob takes up his knife from his hip, and begins to cut long strips from the bottom of his tunic, until he has a loose coil of woolen cloth, and a hole that bares his belly to winter's bite. Gooseflesh raises on every inch of his arms, and he shivers.

"This is my only tunic," he tells the raven. "I hope it brings you some comfort." He puts back his knife, and peels the raven's wing apart from its body, stretching out the pinions full and beautiful, long and slender as fingers. Blood oozes sluggishly from the wound and, one-handed, Hob begins to wind the strip of wool around the shape of the raven's wing, tight as he dares, until red spots it through, but, at least, no longer waters the barren earth.

When he ties off the cloth, the raven yanks its wing back, and tilts its head at Hob. Birds cannot have expressions, but if he were to label it so, he would say the thing was confused. Alarmed. Considering.

Then it shakes its sleek little head, the ruffed beard at its throat puffing out. When it croaks, it almost sounds like a word.

Name, the raven rasps. Name, name, and Hob laughs.

"Funny little thing," he says. "You've spent much time around humans, then. Maybe you are one of London's ravens. Hob Gadling is my name, for what good it does me. If the winter gets much colder, it will accompany me to my grave. No coin for food, nor clothes, nor nails to patch the king's cottage." His laughter turns bitter in his mouth, and he cuts it off before it can become a scream, or worse, a sob. "But I can help a raven. If I do nothing else in this life, I can do a few kindnesses before I go. To make up for all the men I've killed."

The raven tilts its head, back and forth, and back and forth. It fluffs out its feathers, and rights itself upon the ground. It's a fine-looking bird, he thinks. Thin, but so beautifully feathered that one can hardly tell at first glance. The down of its chest and wing had been softer than a woman's breast, and Hob thinks of his straw mattress, and his cold, thin blanket, and wonders if the raven will make it through the night.

"I'd keep you, if you'd let me," he offers, feeling foolish for speaking so candidly to a wild bird. The raven blinks its liquid eyes at him. "The nights are longer and lonelier than ever, and I've no wife to warm me at home. But a raven is a fine companion. And I've got some bread and salt beef left that I can share." He offers it his wrist, expecting nothing.

When the bird steps lightly up, spreading out its wings to balance, he feels some small ember kindle in his breast.

"All right," he says, and dares to try and stroke the raven's throat with his finger. It tolerates him for a moment, seeming as surprised as Hob, and then snips at him with its beak. "Cheeky thing. Pretty thing. Will you be mine, then?"

The raven tilts its dear little head. Blood has oozed through the bandage around its wing, a startling red exclamation against off-white wool.

Mine, it croaks. Mine.

And Hob laughs, and tucks the little thing against his chest to shield it from the wind. His axe he leaves buried to its haft in cold soil. He will return come morning to fetch it. For now, he will make do with the wood he's chopped, and hope it burns the night through. If not for his sake, then for the raven.

And if he passes in the night from cold, well. He hopes the raven makes use of him then, too. It would only be fitting.

The stars are falling still, when Hob trudges through the darkened woods towards his cottage. They gleam like specks of dew on morning grass; they fall like snowflakes in the depths of winter, and in the raven's eyes they reflect in silver splendor, a dozen times refracted into an endless night-blooming sky.

[bionicboxes]

Bonus Survivor!Unknown doodle prompted by a comment on twitter

[spoopy-arcade]

(Sorry in advance - this ask ended up being long. Swap AU my beloved <3)

Swap AU Cassie is SO BABY……. would love more of her and your beautiful human Roxy.

Although - and forgive me if I ramble a bit here - this takes place in a Ruin equivalent time yeah? Wouldn’t Cassie be more banged up? It’d be sad but she probably would be right? :[

It’s okay, I’m sure Roxy could fix her up. She probably does her own car maintenance ‘cause she’s a badass.

Ooh, now I’m also wondering what a base-game Swap would be like…

Lol, it should take place during the day and Freddy’s trying to smuggle Gregory out, and shenanigans ensue! (Possibly Gregory is due to be scrapped, so Freddy wants to keep the clearly sentient, slightly feral-acting child-like robot from that fate. He got emotionally attached <3)

Of course, if Roxy and Freddy are visiting there then there is prolly some attraction attracting lone adult patrons.. idk what that means for changes to the theme of the Megaplex.. But that’s not important right now!

Also, the main obstacle for Freddy would just generally be that he is trying to steal a child-sized robot in broad daylight while the place is possibly open/at least has workers there that he has to dodge. Good luck to the big guy.

Actually, the now-humans could be workers at the Plex. Like say instead of having tons of bots all over, they only had a few (like Cassie, Gregory, and possibly Vanny?) that were designed specifically to seem/be completely harmless, and more childlike. Cassie and Gregory could’ve been made to attend birthday parties (especially of lonely/upset kids), and Vanny could be a playful and friendly older figure who helps lost kids and cheers up anyone who’s feeling down. (I’d probably include Vanessa as a security program assigned to Vanny because. Security guard. Plus we’ve already seen that with Moon.)

In this case Gregory would probably still be messed up and act weird and get retired and shut down to be scrapped for parts, leading to Freddy finding him and rebooting him and then deciding to take him home once he figures out what’s up.

That kinda begs the question of what everyone’s jobs would be in the Plex, ‘cause how would Freddy find Gregory? And why would Cassie and Roxy be close in this version?

Well I have some answers to that!! ….I have no idea what Freddy’s job would be! He has. Very little by way of interesting character traits. Same with Monty. Why are the men so uninteresting in this game. Maybe Freddy’s a manager, since he was the leader of the band? Maybe he was taking inventory when he found Gregory? Idk!

Chica is definitely easier to pick for because she actually has distinct traits, and gets the obvious choice of working in the kitchen/bakery. (On that note, this kind of feels like a lower tech AU with less automated jobs, so managerial work/cooking/other tasks that are automated in SB I’ll give to people lol)

Would it be a dick move to make Monty a janitor? Lmao I swear I don’t hate him but idk what to give him at this point. Night guard? He could be a night guard.

….do I need to assign Bonnie a job? Wouldn’t he technically be dead? (He’s associated with the wet floor bots right? He could be a janitor.)

Who I REALLY have ideas for is everybody’s favorite, Roxy!! Saved her for last cause I knew I’d go on about her. She would totally be the maintenance gal for the race track - keeping the karts in working order, making sure the track is safe to drive on, etc. I imagine she could also do general maintenance, but her main area she works in is the racetrack.

As for how she and Cassie met. Well. Roxy is shown to be a very insecure person in the games. So what if the people she knew were busy and forgot/missed her birthday? And a little bunny, built for accompanying lonely and upset folks on their birthday, sees how upset she is, and overhears Roxy talking to herself and mention her birthday?

Well, I’m just saying, that little bun might just go hunt down a spare small cake from the bakery to put some candles in, and saunter her way into the nearly empty room to place it right in front of her new friend, smile, and say “Happy birthday, Roxy!”

The thems <3 I hope any of this makes sense I am just Thinking About Them…..

OMG THESE ARE SUCH GOOD IDEAS ANON. BIG BRAINED !!! I love the job choices for the gang (Monty being a janitor/nightguard is so funny 😭) and Vanny being along with animatronic Cassie and Gregory is rlly good, it's something I definitely I thought of! (She would be a rabbit ofc)

And that last part IS SO CUUTE !! I need to draw young Roxy with Cassie.....

And to answer your first question: Yes, it takes place in ruin and she would be banged up. But!! I decided not to draw her ruined version because I wanted to show off her design, if that makes sense?? :0 when I do expand on this au, I'll change it in the future which will be PAINFUL :(

Ty for sharing these with me, anon!!

[irishqueen12]

some survivor!anna doodles! including killer meg who messes with her Anna also has the bad habit of not really taking her wounds too seriously, as she's delt with worse and with the idea of coming back after getting killed and whatnot, she's kinda reckless. Anna: "Eh, i'm fine!" (is literally bleeding out)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Masterlist: Freddy Krueger

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

---&lt;- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---

Compilation of Freddy Kruger doing Weird Shit with his Tongue.

5 Sentence Excerpts #1

AU: Toy Story.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Domestic Life with your Freak.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Giggle Fit.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Prequal.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Drabble Duo: (Seperate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Seperate) Readers (x Other S/O)- Presents Part 1.

Drabble Duo: (Separate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Separate) Readers- Presents Part 2.

Drabble Set: Beetlejuice x Reader x Chucky / or / Freddy Krueger- Lesser Evil.

Drabble Set: Horror Villains x Reader- Unfortunate Baby Daddy's.

Drabble Set: MindControlled!MultiVillains x Reader.

Drabble Set: Pervy!MultiVillains x Reader- Flirting Back.

Drabble Set: Possessive / Protective!MultiVillains x Reader- When you try to sacrifice yourself.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Humanity Switch.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Messing with their Hair.

Drabble Set: Unlikely.

Headcanons: Awkward Moments.

Headcanons: Dating Horror Villains Things Dump #2.

Headcanons: Familial!Slashers x Sibling!Reader.

Headcanons: Fluff HC's.

Headcanons: Freddy Krueger and Beetlejuice Obsessing over an Uninterested Reader.

Headcanons: Frason as Nygmobblepot.

Headcanons: Freddy and Jason being Quarentined Together.

*Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Them saying I Love You for the First Time.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x SunshineIncarnate!Reader.

Headcanons: Poly!Frason HC's.

Headcanons: Supernatural Villains Soulmate Marks.

*Headcanons+Imagines: Horror Villains x Reader- Taking Care of Sick S/O.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: Being too Late to Save Them.

Imagine: Freddy Swap.

Imagine: Kissing Back.

Imagine: Opposite S/O's.

Imagine: Playing Dead by Daylight.

Imagine: Slashers reacting to S/Os Merch.

Imagine: Soulmates in Alternate Realities.

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: Taking Care of your Stupid Slasher S/O.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Imagine: Unrealistic Fluff.

Oneshot: Dead!Freddy Krueger x Grieving!Reader- I Cant. I Wont.

*Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x ExpressionMagic!Reader- Powerful.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader- Surprise! Merry Christmas!

Oneshot: Horror House+Jennifer Check x Reader- Peeping Tom's and Bets.

Oneshot: Horror House x Reader- Jerry's Arrival.

Oneshot: Human!Freddy Krueger x Cheater!Reader- What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Oneshot: NonKiller!Human!Freddy Krueger x Reader- Mr Krueger.

Oneshot: Slashers (Mostly Chucky and Michael) x Reader.

Oneshot: Teen!Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader- Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

*Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O being Related to Another Slasher.

Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O Falling into Other Slasher Movie Tropes.

Slashers / Horror Villains As: Animated (Children's) Movie Villain Songs.

Things Y/N Says: In the Horror House.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

[dimitrippy]

okay this got two notes elaborating

-fell at the same time making the same joke about Harrison

-yes it was both the hive mind AND how much they enjoyed hearing the other laugh

-max is (usually) stealth in most of my trans au, nerris is one of the first people he tells

- they totally get it

- clothes! swap! for! days!!!!!!

- they compromise between ttrpgs and horror by playing shit like dead by daylight, deceit, etc.

-max giving nerris henna tattoos

-max basically becoming a main fixture at nerris' house because their parents are more chill than his

-speaking of clothes swap there are. So many hoodies they do not know who's is who's any more

thinkin bout...

marris

but in an amab nonbinary nerris/trans masc max kinda way