#deshayes

[kitsunetsuki]

Helmut Newton - Marie-Christine Deshayes (Playboy 1977)

[random-brushstrokes]

Eugène Francois Adolphe Deshayes (French, 1868-1939) - The Algerian Coast

[pigsawed]

@deshayes​ sent :  [ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.

charlotte  stands  in  the  doorway  of  the  gideon  meat  plant  —  or  at  least,  the  entity’s  near  exact  replica  of  it  —  and  blood  covers  her  from  head  to  toe.  it’s  enough  to  grab  amanda’s  attention,  at  least.  eyes  widen  a  fraction  from  where  she  sits  at  her  workbench,  shifting  on  her  stool  so  that  she  can  better  face  the  other  woman.  oh,  DAMN.  what  the  hell  happened  there? “  come  here,  ”      amanda  says  softly,  reaching  for  one  of  the  rags  laying  atop  the  table.  it  won’t  do  much,  considering  all  the  crimson  that  charlotte  deshayes  is  currently  covered  in,  but  it’s  a  start  at  least.  she’s  almost  expecting  charlotte  to  REFUSE,  even  despite  the  way  that  she  had  come  to  HER  in  the  first  place.  trust  is  a  funny  thing  ;  amanda  is  all  too  familiar  with  that.  still,  when  the  other  killer  does  as  she’s  told  and  comes  to  stand  before  amanda,  the  pig  cannot  help  asking,    “  what  happened?  ”    the  question  is  gentle,  amanda  standing  and  reaching  to  start  wiping  some  of  the  blood  off  of  charlotte’s  face.  there’s  an  unspoken  inquiry  there  :  IS  IT  YOURS  OR  THEIRS?  

[cryinglittlepeople]

Women’s RIGHTS and women’s WRONGS!!! After the survivors lineup, here’s the killers too! 

These were a completely different challenge to stylize, from the survivors. The killers have a very specific silhouette established by their entire look, while survivors are...well, a lot of jeans and shirts in there, so it’s more about stylizing the hair and face!

It was also more of a challenge to get them to lineup nicely because there’s much bigger differences in height! Especially Plague...girl was a struggle.

But we got there in the end!!

[euryalex]

Dead by Daylight Killers and the Relliks in The Casting of Frank Stone

[johnnysslaughter]

if to mimic, not out of disrespect but out of habit, johnny's eyes narrow too -- softly scrunching the skin around his eyes. his head cocks to the side -- his gaze looking up & down the woman. respectful observations being made from that of a fellow hunter ( because KILLER wasn't always necessarily the case, was it? ). not a survivor, no. not in this world, anyways, whether that was rightfully or wrongfully placed. not his business, he opts, despite the observation.

❛ m' name's johnny, ❜ his accent drawls, tasting honey sweet whiskey. he speaks softly, contrary to his normal loudness. she hadn't seemed like the type who'd enjoy the loudness, anyways, for now. his tongue presses to his cheek & he takes a glance around.

❛ oh, i ain't anyone y' should worry 'bout. i like to look 'round, ❜ not steal, no. he was more eye on the prize than that -- if there was a stray survivor, they'd be the next meal for the sawyers back on the farm. the entity allowed them that temporary meal & fixation, if to reward them. that much, he knew. he feels the way his stomach growls at the thought -- quiet, undisturbed, fortunately. ❛ the big one above lets us hunt for food. i do, for the family, y ' know. some stranglers tend to wander 'round. they do the job, ❜ there's a pause, giving her the further explanation of his previous words -- he wasn't here to be in her way or an enemy. he was simply moseying.

❛ unlike the rest of my family, i like to socialize a bit, ❜ which, that was true, despite the joking nature that it comes out in. compared to the rest of his family, he is sociable. he craved social interaction from those outside his family. sometimes, seeking it. while this encounter wasn't expected or necessarily sought out, it works -- it satisfies the little craving & gnawing of his head. it's nice to hear someone else speak, rather than hearing his family bicker back & forth constantly, as family does. ❛ what's ya name, anyways, honey? ❜

@johnnysslaughter / liked

Eyes narrow, no effort made to conceal suspicion. Fingers tighten around the grip of her rusted blade. Maman said to be wary. It is not a warning Charlotte ever intends to take lightly.

"Who are you?" Curt, to the point. He is spared no kindness. "Speak, quickly. What do you want?"

[deadhusbandisland]

A silly con pic of my twins cosplay (shout out to the Feng Min cosplayer who gifted Victor this beautiful hoodie~). I want to do a proper photoshoot with them eventually but I appreciated all the love and support everyone gave <333

(please let me know who to credit for this photo!)

Costume made by meilogaia on facebook

Basket made by louiserougharoundthehedges on instagram

Victor 3D print and Weapon (along with weapon painting) by TaylorMadePropsUK

Victor painting by back2painting on instagram

[itsaaudraw]

victor looks a little different

[vincekris]

Jade Deshayes

[dogencool]

The twinsies

[esmeamesart]

I don’t go here but I fuck with sexy bards no matter what game they’re in !!!!

[rootsofdread]

How do you think some women and men killers would treat us after putting their s/o through a lot of pain?

-Annoy🍄🩵

(Gonna love angst and fluff)

*nods sagely* we do gotta love it.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Rarely, if ever, does Amanda feel remorse for anything she does. John taught her well, and she understands that what she’s doing is right. One of these rare moments of remorse is seeing the tears in your eyes when she throws you on a hook, or a genuine, pained cry when she fastens a reverse bear trap on your head. In those moments…she feels remorse. You keep coming back, after all, you survive. You choose life, you don’t need to be tested any longer…on some level, it confuses her as much as it hurts her to do these things to you. But she knows she’s hurt you more. She holds you close, whispering sincere apologies to you, you don’t deserve to be tested over and over, while you’re nuzzled under her jaw. She knows you’re grateful.

Charlotte Deshayes (and Victor) / The Twins:

It likely goes without saying, but Charlotte feels…absolutely awful when she has to hurt you. Every time, without fail, it never gets any easier for her, and she hates seeing you so upset because of it, too. She’s hovering around you constantly after a particularly tough trial, checking on you, telling you she loves you, giving you little squeezy-hugs when she can. She’ll even send Victor for you if she can’t tend to you for any reason, and he may not be the best, but he knows what helps Charlotte feels better and he’ll do the same for you, like holding your hand or cuddling up in your lap. It’s his way of telling you sorry, both on Charlotte’s behalf, and his own. At the end of the day, Charlotte just wants the best for you, and it tears her apart when she has to hurt you so badly like that.

Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:

Never has Kazan been known for his kindness nor his compassion; but when you’re upset with him, he’s a completely different man. He knows he’s doing what is right, punishing those that need it, but he knows you’ve done nothing wrong. He takes no joy in hurting you. Unlike everyone else…you don’t deserve it. And he lets you know that, that you shouldn’t be caught up in his duties. He will always tell you that he’s sorry that it has to be this way, and he holds you close to his chest. He lets you do whatever you feel like you need to do to decompress: yell, scream, cry, beat your fists against his chest. As long as you feel better by the end, and you know that you don’t deserve any little bit of it, that’s perfect for him.

Elliot Spencer / The Cenobite:

Most people would honestly be genuinely shocked by how gently Elliot treats you “behind the scenes.” Nobody would expect it from a cenobite, much less the leader of the gash. On days after he had to hurt you so badly, he’s all gentle touches and gentle words. His hands caressing your shoulders or your lower back, he knows that it hurts, he knows you must be angry at him. But you must know that the more pain you go through, the more divine you become. One day, it won’t hurt at all anymore. But until then, he’s here for you, to hold your hand, guide you, and help you through it all. He assures you, all this, one day, will make you better than the rest.

[hellpontifex]

        SHE BENDS AT THE WAIST, leather creaking as fabric tightens around her torso. the priest extends a palm, face up, and beckons the boy closer. to whom does this blessing belong ? “ your mother, i am not. though, as you rang, i suppose i must oblige your request. ” it is said curiously - playfully. she would hate to leave him empty-handed. “ what might you covet, that i may provide ? ” well aware of the unique, french color of his pronunciation, she knows that he may not understand, but cannot help babbling regardless. she has all but forgotten how to be sweet, and gentleness is a concept that no longer holds any relevance for her — but this was close enough.

there is a rare, childlike wonder present in victor’s gaze — eyes cast upwards to take in the manifestation of this strange being, clad in midnight black. there is something calming about their presence, accompanied by bright lights and the faint chiming of bells. he thinks, perhaps, that he is dreaming. maman had spoken of such things; of angels descending from the heavens to bless little boys like him, to swaddle him in their warm embrace and guide him to the path of light.

“ m — maman… ”

red eyes flicker with something akin to hope. charlotte would rejoice! for the angels have finally come, just as maman said they would.

[ofleafstructure]

À rebours, Joris-Karl Huysmans

Design by Gérard Deshayes

[transbisexualharveydent]

the dbd killer poll is really funny #SerfSweep #Deshaycember. vote twins against deathslinger if youre a real charlhead @dbdkillertournament

[wrathphoenix]

What a strange world he had found himself in, Alucard could still not grasp the entirety of it. The dhampir thought he had understood the concept of it; a never-ending loop of escape attempts that more often than not ended with despair and pain while one was sacrificed to the insatiable entity. He had met some of the others that had been pulled into this world before him; nervous but loyal Dwight Fairfield, Alan Wake, a man that wrote books about a world unfamiliar to Alucard, or Mikaela Reid, who’s healing magic was more effective than anything he had ever seen before. What a strange bunch they all were, they were all endearing in their own way, but Alucard mostly kept to himself, still trying to figure out how he ended up here and how he could return to Wallachia.

And even though there were possibilities of friendship, there was also the other side of the medal. The ones that would chase and hunt them down to spill their blood, no matter the cost. There was a man that used nasty bear traps to catch them, another one who chased them with what the others have explained to him was a chainsaw, a mean instrument that could cut through flesh without any effort. But there were also beings that reminded him more of night creatures, like the Dredge or Demogorgon, but Alucard assumed there were many more he had not yet met.

When something was jumping onto his back, Alucard was ready to pull it off, but it was surprisingly strong and when small fingers pried his mouth open, he hesitated. This was a child. For a moment he did not know how to react when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and the woman that stepped into his field of vision easily pulled the child off his back, only to grab him by his collar, and even though Alucard was rather tall, this woman easily lifted him up to hold him a few feet above ground.

Almost on instinct he bares his fangs, hissing at her as he expected to find himself impaled on the sharp end of a hook again soon, but for now she was just holding him, as if she was inspecting him. Alucard did not miss the way her gaze softened the slightest bit, but he was not foolish enough to let down his guard. Golden hues met her blue ones and after a moment he wrapped his slender fingers around her wrist, just slightly pulling on them to at least make her put him back onto the ground. He was not stupid enough to expect a good ending to this encounter, but if she was willing to talk, then he should use this opportunity to try and get some information out of her.

His voice is gentle as he speaks, he held no grudge against anyone being held captive in this world, and his gaze wanders to the boy clinging to her before meeting her eyes again.

“What is this place? Who are you?”

@wrathphoenix / liked

The boy's touch is invasive, little hands prying open Alucard's mouth to peer at the fangs inside. Charlotte reacts with annoyance, prying her brother off of the poor man's back — only to seize him herself, hands fisted in his collar. She peers at him intensely, blue eyes meeting yellow.

"You are different." A blunt observation. Her gaze softens slightly, but she does not release him. " ... He likes you."