#dwake dbd

[systemofkatz]

aftermath of the first drawing

[hugs-and-stabbies]

What if we were in torture purgatory together and we were both girls?? 😳😳😳

[egg-artblog]

What if we were both guys and we kissed in the hit game Dead by Daylight?😳👉👈 | ft. a version with blood

[bottleblondebeachbabe]

[metalichotchoco]

Dwake is such a soft ship to me, I enjoy the colors I used for this but the faces are funky plz forgive me

[dwhatsup]

[hecklee]

cozy :)

[carlestin]

what if we kissed...... .. but we were GIRLS.......

[shadowfreak98]

Dead By Daylight by Graye lol

I was on a DBD kick at one point so I drew this... kek

I wouldn't get comfy with the DBD fanart tho.... it aint gonna come too often pfft qwq

[grimmshood]

retrospection - jake's thoughts on his companions, many about his best friend dwight. (dwake, but not really)

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jake loves his friends much more than he’s ever willing to admit.

meg is outward, she’s confident and she keeps everyone on their toes, a girl constantly running no matter what the world throws at her. she’s amazing, she’s an ideal. he can’t help but appreciate the skills she has and her insistence on bringing his inner mischief out, the way she practically forces him out of his shell and into the arms of the three he’s so attached to.

claudette’s admirable, gentle and constantly caring and loving despite how badly the world wants her to hurt. she’s never cruel, she’s never mean or rude without purpose and she’s rarely ever wrong. she’s like a butterfly constantly pushing against the wind and against all ends she perseveres, even when he thinks she’ll snap in two.

dwight’s his best friend, his right hand man. he’s bold and he encourages everyone to coordinate, to strategize, to plan and work ahead. jake’s come a long way from seeing dwight as an annoying nuisance with no thought in his plans to someone who genuinely cares for everyone and knows how to prioritize survival in a way jake’s never had to. he’s intelligent and he’s smart, he’s got a way with words and a persuasive attitude, and he’s got a sweet crinkle in his eyes when he laughs, something jake’s only seen a couple times but finds endearing all the same.

he’s afraid to lose them all, because the three of them practically hold him together. jake knows his way around the fog well, and it’s easy to survive even when he takes a risk to make sure someone doesn’t end up on a hook when they don’t need to (gives them more time to keep the killers distracted, makes it easier for him to get out, he thinks to himself) but no amount of strength can keep jake’s walls up long enough without him cracking, and he’s horribly plagued by the memories of his life back home.

and more than once, he’s splat on the ground like a fallen egg and his three companions are the only ones who can truly help him pull his bits back together, a fragile wall tied together with brightly colored string. he’s an inferior thing compared to their light and he’ll do anything to keep them. they make him feel wanted, like he’s not just a dangling string that’s waiting to be cut but an essential part of the group, a dear friend and a companion who does his best and contributes just as much as anyone else. he feels needed, he feels wanted, he feels as if they love him just as much as he loves them, no matter how afraid he is to actually say it. 

maybe one day, he’ll be strong enough to say it without being afraid that they’ll be put off by his uncharacteristic sappy feelings. 

the four of them were open to each other, so they’d known. meg was the first, followed by claudette and then dwight. she’d told them it didn’t matter how they felt, but she was proud of herself for getting this far and it sure helped that the entity stopped time enough that, she jested, she didn’t need to worry about the estrogen any more. claudette was in the same boat and she’d easily slipped next to meg, both women comforted by the other, accompanied in the fog that wanted them to be alone.

dwight didn’t really use labels, then. he just knew that his gender was something, he couldn’t put his finger on it. 

jake’d felt the same, and the kinship between him and dwight grew ever stronger. two people as blank slates, no words to describe how they felt but they knew something was there and they felt connected like wires. 

dwight was focused on survival, made it clear so. his ultimate goal was to leave the fog and get back home, and take everyone else with him too. but underneath that was a lingering feeling, the growing sensation of something. he spent a lot of his time telling jake his ideas and his plans, taking his input and trying to make sense of it all. jake was a good listener, and he was funny when he wanted to be. if jake liked dwight, then that meant anyone would like him, and he loved that. he loved that they’d gone from two people so put off by each other that they’d avoid each other during trials ( and boy did that end badly ) to the point where they were each other’s confidante, they could confide in each other and process their past lives together, each other’s rock when everything kept falling down around them.

jake knew he enjoyed dwight’s company. he hadn’t really thought much of it at first- dwight was his best friend, so spending time with him was a given. 

until meg nudged him during a trial, while the both of them crouched by a generator. 

“you like dwight, don’t you?”

jake holds the wires in his hands, taking care to connect them by their frayed ends, focused on getting them to connect right -

“yeah, what about it?”

“i mean, you’ve got a crush on him, don’t you? i can see it.”

the wires in his hands slip just a millimeter, and the generator explodes.

he thinks about it for a while. meg suggests it again once or twice. she thinks it’s cute, the way that dwight and jake are close, and the way they look at each other. jake doesn’t truly realize it, until he catches himself staring at dwight. it hurts a little, and he’s afraid. but it’s not his first rodeo, he thinks. it’s fine. it’s whatever .

he thinks about it a little more, and keeps thinking. he does enjoy dwight’s company, and dwight makes him feel appreciated and happy. is this what he wants? can he truly say that dwight makes him feel loved?

but at the same time, claudette and meg would also make him feel loved too, then. so is that what it really is?

he has to let himself continue on as normal, before thinking about it again.

“you can ask him out, you know. i bet he wouldn’t say no,” meg suggests.

they’re hiding behind a wall now, waiting for feng min to open a gate. nea runs up past them, and right as the door begins to open she gives feng min a high five. he and meg begin to follow them out of the gate, killer far behind. 

he thinks about feng min and nea. he tries to imagine them but as himself and dwight, and it doesn’t fit perfectly, but he doesn’t mind it. 

it’s later that dwight musters up the courage, face red when he asks jake to be his partner. 

he covers his mouth with his hand, looking away at something else. he looks back, and has a horrible time of it, but he says yes.

and it’s a wonderful thing - dwight’s a light in the endless fog. jake feels almost complete, he’s happy to call dwight his partner. the two spend their time between trials in long discussion, resting close to each other. 

he holds dwight’s hand to his lips, savoring the closeness dwight allows him. he holds him close when he can, he rests his chin atop dwight’s head and rests there. dwight playfully nudges him during trials, laughs with him and takes the hits where jake can’t take them for him.

jake loves the company, and it feels like almost nothing has changed. almost, because the constant urge to hold dwight close to him eggs on. there’s a lingering feeling that he’s too much, he’s overbearing, he’s too invested - dwight’s not as affectionate as he is, not physically, not verbally. he’s more extroverted, he’s much more attentive to the others, jake feels a slight inferiority that creeps in on him. he feels like he’s not worth dwight’s time, he’s not worth his affections.

when he asks, dwight reassures him, but it still doesn’t feel right.

when  dwight turns to jake and tells him first that he’s found a label for himself, as trans man, jake’s happy for him. he’s elated for his friend, but there’s something that unsettles him, and he can’t keep it up.

“i don’t think we can keep doing this, but i really am happy for you.”

“that’s okay! i understand. i felt this was going to happen, actually.” dwight sheepishly smiles, rubbing the back of his head. 

when jake thinks about it, he doesn’t regret it. he knows he loves dwight, even if it’s not the way he thought. dwight’s his best friend. 

but he remembers, he thinks about the way he loves meg and claudette, and they feel different. claudette’s got an entirely different demeanor while being so similar to dwight, but the feeling he gets from claudette being around him is so different from the feeling he gets from dwight being around him. it’s different from any of the men he’s friends with in the fog, and he doesn’t feel like he fits in with them, but with claudette? with meg? 

it feels right.

[rat-cookiez]

My phone's prolly gonna make the quality crunchy af, but here's my side tee hee

@rat-cookiez and I were discussing who was who in this meme and we couldn’t decide so we drew both options, I did this version

[systemofkatz]

Dwake.

[hugs-and-stabbies]

Omggg so I've had the OG 4 survivor Keychains from your Etsy on all of my stuff for years now lmao!!

And you said you like Jake/Dwight If you have done art of them I havnt seen it and I would kill to see some Dwight/Jake fluff (pun intended) if you have any. 👀👀

these are some of my fav kind of asks to get!! ♥♥ It's such a nice feeling to know you're still using the merch you got from me :D 🥺

and here's some new Dwake for you and all our fellow jake/dwight shippers out there ♥♥ I poured all my yearning into it 😩♥

[egg-artblog]

A sketch of these guys🧡

[beetleinmates]

commission for @cryptiiqq ! :]

[dessa-nya]