#dying light skullface

[dicktat]

Hey guys!!!

I made a DL character quiz for a little fun :))

Take it and reblog with your results I wanna see what everyone got!

Also tagging ppl who asked for beta test! You guys are so awesome!

@meatchomper @dott-fox @uminekosaih @hqkon @deadkoneko

Have fun with it everyone hehe

[rottenbonemarrow]

He's lips omg

Pretty boy has scars <3

[dissectress]

aisling listening to abel ramble after a session (listening is all she can do she physically cannot talk lmao)

[yawnderu]

Tainted - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

CW: paranoia, gore, anxiety?

''So you tellin' me you see that big boy with the skullface and you're not gonna start sweatin'? You won't see him. It's too late if you see him, you're fuckin' dead already.'' Your colleague's words played over and over in your head like a fucking broken record, thinking back on what you could have done differently to avoid him getting shot in the head in the middle of your conversation.

''Fuckin' hell.'' You mutter softly. Shaky, gloved hands pick off the pieces of brain stuck to your hair, trying your best not to gag at the sensation of the cold, dead tissue. You saw him. You saw him and you knew it was too late, even when you managed to run away and seek shelter in an abandoned house, he was coming for you.

One by one, less shadows are reporting on comms, dying alongside your hope. You bite your lip as tears threaten to slip, your fist slamming against the wall as you let out a frustrated groan, avoiding looking down at your uniform, covered in the blood of your former brothers in arms.

You flinch when you hear the familiar sound of wet, dirty boots sneaking up on you. You get your gun ready, finger on the trigger despite knowing you don't stand a chance. The light in the room flickers and you close your eyes, heart pounding so loud in your head you don't even register the swift steps behind you until it's too late.

''You afraid o' the dark?'' A british accent whispers from behind you, one gloved hand covering your mouth while the other one holds a bloody knife against your throat. Ghost became judge, jury, and executioner.

[turtle-trash]

Got around to making a colored ref for my death note shinigami using my original sketches. I love skullface so much you guys you have no idea

I think after getting his death note and meeting skullface Mikey would absolutely give them pizza (if ryuk acts like that bc of apples imagine how a shinigami would act w pizza. :]). Like ryuk, skullface dropped a death note to earth because they were bored and wanted an excuse to get away from the shinigami realm, of course this causes Mikey to become the fourth Kira; which inadvertently causes the timeline to change enough that instead of the "whole dying after light gets his memory back" thing, L and light (along with the rest of the task force but that’s not as important) go to nyc to find the fourth Kira. I’m sure you can guess how much light would be SEETHING that L isn’t dead yet

Anyways skullface does genuinely care about Mikey. Later in the timeline where Mikey turns themselves in to keep their brothers safe (yknow. From the government), rem is about to kill L for pretty much the same reasons as canon but skullface chases after her and stops her since L dying could cause Mikey’s brothers to be in harms way (Mikey’s condition for cooperation with L and the rest of the task force is that no one will hunt for his brothers, and L is more or less needed in order for that to happen). I’d probably put Mikey and skullfaces dynamic in the middle of the spectrum of ryuk n light and rem n misa, they’re besties!!

I don’t apologize for maintaining both things here. You WILL look at my tmnt and death note crossover post

[ghost-leviathan]

More dying light 2 art puls one Phoenix Wright

[lyypeachu]

I can't take it. I can't fucking take it. I need Skullface RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW. Before Bloody Ties even came out, who I can only assume was God, or maybe even Skullface himself spoke to me in a dream. Ever since then I have slaved away saving money for DLC. I've lost my job, failed all of my classes, and ruined all of my relationships all because Skullface told me to. Now there's only 4 days left and I can't take it any longer. Why can't Dying Ligjt 2  just add him right fucking now? What if I die tomorrow? What if my house burns down? What if my CPU dies? I don't think I could live knowing that I couldn't get the big tiddy skull carnage champion the infinitesimal interval of time he comes out. I lay awake waiting on the steam Dying Light page counting the seconds until that fucking bitch Aiden leaves and makes way for the only character that actually matters in this godforsaken game. Skullface is my only reason for living. Nothing else matters. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface. Skullface.

[crane--here]

THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR THIS

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

NPC Rangers and Shadow Company are amazed by Soap and scared shitless of Ghost for good reason. Which got me thinking, how do Graves and his soldiers think of Jade and vice versa, before and after the betrayal.

INTERESTING THOUGHT ANON (★ω★)

When Jade got contacted by Laswell to aid Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro in apprehending Hassan, Graves and SC sees her as a unicorn. I mean, let's be real : a short, red haired, chick from MI6 who's a multilingual and can handle herself like a badass -- Jade stands out.

Initially yeah, the SC would kinda underestimate Jade, cuz she's not a soldier but an agent. However, when they saw what she's capable of and see how she does in battle, they might find themselves kinda in awe of her.

Now when Alejandro, Ghost, Soap, and Jade got betrayed though, things get real. SC now have to find the deadliest SAS operator, a dangerous and skillful SAS sergeant, and an ex-black agent of MI6 without dying. They have a reason to worry about them.

Some dialogues that I tinkered 👀 :

Shadow 3-1 : So you're telling me you see that big boy with the skullface and you're not gonna start sweatin'?

Shadow 3-2 : I'm not gonna see him.

Shadow 3-1 : You're right, you won't see him. It's too late if you see him. You're fuckin' dead already.

Shadow 3-2 : Finding the chick should be easier.

Shadow 3-1 : You seen what she did? One of our guys got stabbed in the ear and under the jaw. She's fucking ruthless.

Shadow 3-2 : Fuck...

Shadow 3-1 : That shorty's hella light on her feet too. If you don't wanna die, keep your damn eyes open.

Now, about what Jade thinks of Graves and SC is probably simillar to the other boys. They're reinforcement team. Unlike the boys.

Jade was not the work-as-a-team type. So when she finally got Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap as friends she can trust and rely on, Jade cherishes them so.

After the betrayal though... just get ready for a bloodbath.

[chezzkaa]

Cinders - Chapter 15/36

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SUMMARY: “I run a daycare centre” - Geoff Ramsey probably.

WC: 2195

The light burning your retinas through your closed eyelids causes you to grimace, a groan escaping your lips. Peeling them open, you are met by the far too familiar sight of the medical bay’s ceiling, the cracks smiling at you. Pulling yourself up you rub the back of your head, looking across to Ray as he shovels cold pizza into his mouth, legs crossed and eyes bruised.

“Well,” you croak, wincing at the throbbing in your head, “that was convenient.” “That was bullshit” he corrects you, mouth full. You roll your eyes at him and hold a hand out for him to pass you a slice. Taking it, you notice Ryan leaning against the wall, his face warm and open as he smiles at you, walking up to sit on the end of your bed and rest his hand on your knee.

“I can’t believe you jumped off the roof,” Ray grumbles, glaring at you as you provide him a shrug in response; “I literally just fixed that leg.” “I was careful.” “You threw yourself off a building.” “Carefully.” “You fucking died.” “Ok, now you’re being judgemental,” you state, rolling your eyes and beginning to nibble on your pizza slice, face crinkling as you look at it before gingerly picking the mushrooms off and flinging them at Ray. “This is fucking gross. How can anyone like pepperoni and mushroom?” “How can anyone like your face?” he retorts cleverly as Ryan chuckles, the bed reverberating beneath him. “You get used to it,” he mumbles and you kick him.

“What I don’t understand,” comes Jeremy’s voice, irritated and reproachful, “is how you are all okay with the fact you just tried to kill yourselves.” You look at him slightly ashamed as Ryan steals your pizza and begins to remove the mushrooms, eating them as he watches the smaller man with a cool smile and a noncommittal shrug. “It was going to happen eventually,” you remind him softly, remembering your time on the rooftop as a blush blooms across your cheeks.

“That’s not the point,” he snaps, his tone shocking you and your jaw setting defensively; “you didn’t know if it was going to work. You could have ended up killing yourself.” “Yeah, for realsies,” mumbles Ray around his mouthful of pizza, trying to take the slice Ryan had handed back to you, mushroom free. You watch Jeremy hum in frustration, “what if you’d died?” You think for a moment, trying to find an answer to both be satisfying and truthful. As if sensing your struggle, Ryan holds out his hands to Jeremy, aiming for protective reasoning.

“By doing this now,” he says, attempting to level with the angry man in front of him; “we know for sure. It’s a damn lot better than putting them in a risky situation and finding out the hard way.” You’re following his line of thought, thankful that he is able to justify your actions. You try to ignore the guilt swirling in your stomach, not wanted to address the fact that you hadn’t been entirely certain in the first place; burying it beneath the remaining pizza you’d wrestled from Ray.

“So you’d be cool with her dying now, rather than later?” Jeremy’s words cut through the room before he realises he’s spoken, his eyes growing wide in shock as they burrow into Ryan. “No, Ryan I didn’t mean it like that, I just...” he flails, stumbling over his stammering words as Ryan stands to approach him. His body language seems calm and collected, but you know from the set of his shoulders that he is trying his hardest to remain civil; despite the polite smile on his face.

“I’ve lived three years thinking she was dead, Jeremy, and I can’t count the amount of times I’ve attempted what she did last night. So I know,” he places a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder as the man squeaks, drawing you to your feet; “that you definitely wouldn’t be insinuating that you care more about someone – of who you met 3 weeks ago – than I do after knowing Y/N for 11 years.” “Drop it” you order quietly, touching Ryan’s elbow as he cracks another smile, replying through his teeth; “Everything’s fine, Y/N.” “Skullface, back off” you demand under your breath, your grip tightening and eyes flashing up to the Vagabond as he flits across Ryan, resisting at first before ebbing away.

Letting out a noisy sigh Ryan lets go of Jeremy, his face equally as apologetic as the man in front of him. “Sorry,” he says sincerely, shuffling his feet as his cheeks flush a delicate pink; “I’m not very good with emotions or, err, self control right now.” Jeremy shrugs off his worry, beaming up at Ryan, “I was a bit of a dick.” “A bit of a dick?” “That’s all you’re getting from me.” “Guess I’ll take it,” Ryan jokes, smiling warmly again as the two men embrace and forgive one another. You’re surprised at the speed in which the situation diffused, as usually Vagabond encounters would last far longer. Your shock grows into astonishment as Jeremy leaps upwards and drags Ryan’s head down, chuckling while messing up his hair and cheering “battle buddies for life!”

“What the fuck did I just watch?” demands Ray quietly to you, his eyes wide and confused. You just shake your head slowly at him, equally as bewildered as you watch the two men laugh with one another, “just don’t question it, I don’t want anyone to lose an eye or something when a fight breaks out”. “But what’s a battle buddy?” “It’s our team name” Ryan replies with a smile, draping an arm around the smaller man and leaning against him, raising an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face. “You guys are gay?” “NO RAY,” Ryan hangs his head in exasperation, Jeremy patting him understandingly on the shoulder. “We’re the interrogation team,” Jeremy informs, his chest puffing out proudly. “Wait” you hold up a finger, standing and placing your hands on your hips to look at the two as they continue to grin while you survey them suspiciously.

“Oh seriously,” you exclaim in mock astonishment “you’re gonna replace me too?!” Ryan smiles at you sheepishly and rolls his eyes, laughing as your mouth continues to hang open. “I mean-“ “First Geoff brings this bright colour monstrosity in to fill the void, and now you’ve got a new interrogation buddy?” shaking your head you cross your arms over you chest while struggling to keep the smile from creeping across your face. Ryan rolls his weight, leaning against the wall and mirroring your stance, his strong arms flexing and muscles defined as his smirks. Jeremy stands beside him looking pleased, his chest still puffed out with a beaming grin plastered to his face. Holding out his hand Ryan waves away your words in disinterest, offering you a shrug “just gotta move with the times”. “Oooh,” you waggle a finger in his direction whilst Ray begins to laugh, opening his arms wide in defeat; “He got you good, you’re welcome to join me over here in the loser pile.” “He’s just fucking murdered me,” you joke as Ray pulls out his phone, jabbing it in your direction “please,” he begs sarcastically “Do you need me to call you an ambulance after that sick burn?”

“No one’s dead, and no one’s going to be dying again anytime soon,” snaps a tired voice from the doorway, Geoff leaning in and peering at you with exhausted eyes. His moustache frizzes as he talks, the creases on his forehead constantly wrinkled in concern. “I hope you’ve all gotten it out of your systems, because these,” he points to a greying area of his hair, tracing either side of his head like racing stripes, “are your fault”.  A chorus of ‘sorry Geoff’ follows, each of you tuneful in your apology as Geoff waves his fingers, conducting with a serious face.

“Good,” he states with a confirming nod, “now get your asses in gear. Meeting in 20 in the heist room.”

Entering the room you see that the large space is already packed, the table cluttered with the bodies of the crew, their voices yelling over one another about nothing in particular. Spotting some empty seats, you manage to wade your way through the gaggle, Ryan clinging to the bottom of your shirt as you lead the way, Jeremy and Ray struggling to clamber over Gavin as he giggles on the floor. Michael stands above Gavin screaming, trying to control the smile twitching on his livid face.

“Man down, man down!” cries Ray as Gavin wraps his arms around his legs, pulling him down to the floor while Jeremy frantically tries to yank him free. “Go on without us!” he states heroically, Ray’s stumbling causing both men to crash to the ground and lie on top of Gavin, who is now flailing indiscriminately. Michael’s head shakes in his hands, the giggles dripping through his fingers. “We’ll never make it!”  “We’ll always remember you!” replies Ryan while holding his hand out to them, his face pained as you continue to struggle forward and towards Geoff; of who is watching the chaos inside of his heist room with both amusement and absolute irritation.

“I’m the most feared crime boss in all of Los Santos,” he says to Jack, his face overwhelmed as his wide eyes leave the wrestling Gavin, Jeremy and Ray, their yelling bouncing off the ceiling, “and now I run a day care centre.” Jack laughs, her face growing as red as her hair as she giggles at Geoff, reaching out to pat his hand as he lets his forehead drop to the table, a throaty groan rattling against the red polished wood.  

Sitting beside Jack, Ryan settles at your side; your arms brushing against one another around the crowded table. Peering across, you could see unfamiliar faces trying desperately not to draw your attention, throwing awed glances in your direction as you lean into Ryan. “Who are they?” you ask, speaking louder than you would have liked to be heard above the scuffle, the lads now trying to hold Gavin down as Michael joins in the fray; “Oh, them?” Ryan jabs a thumb to the thin blond haired man with deep warm eyes, and to the man on his right with long hair cutting off at his shoulders, the tips laced pink. “That’s two thirds of the stream team.”

“Why do they call themselves the stream team?” you question, the blond across the table perking up and yelling across to you, “cus we streamline this business!” the man next to him cheers, but Ryan is rolling his eyes. “I thought it was because you stream video games online?” Ray barks out an awkward laugh at Ryan’s retort, managing to dislodge himself from the pile of lads and coming up behind you, panting slightly. “You’re fucking kidding me?” you giggle to Ryan, whose face has lit up as the men across the table blanch at him, face accusing and comical. “Yeah, what a bunch of losers,” quips Ray, hands on his knees and breathing deeply.

“Shut up, Brownman!” hurls the blond, his shoulders rising as he holds out his hands for emphasis, but Ray retaliated with a weak and uncomfortable stumble over his response, “buy my merch at brownman.fanfiber.com.” “Sell out” “Gotta get that green... and by green I mean 420juzblz” he replies with a high pitched voice and a shrug, settling into the empty seat besides Ryan and looking smug as Jeremy shuffles into the space between the stream team; his face flushed as he sits. “You don’t actually know how to smoke weed,” you point out to Ray, peering around Ryan and leaning an arm on the table to get a better view of him, his face falling in mock confusion. “Wait, you smoke it?” Ryan’s deep laughter vibrates against your skin as Ray pretends to be genuinely offended and a little concerned.

“Can we all sit down please? Do I have to child proof this room?” demands Geoff, head in his hands, tattooed fingers a visual representation of the pain tracing across his forehead. Quickly the room dissolves into silence, all attention facing Geoff as he stands, slightly stumbling over his chair with a huff. He shoots Jack a look as she sniggers, trying desperately to hide her amusement. “I will not hesitate to fire you.” “Do it,” she dares, pointing a finger and eyes narrowing, her smile keeping her words light “but don’t come complaining when you forget to feed yourself.” “You’re lucky I love you,” he glares as she sits back victoriously, crossing her arms with a grin, “I wouldn’t use the word lucky.”

“ANYWAY,” says Geoff loudly, trying to remain in control of the room as everyone smirks at one another; “we’ve got a plan to catch the fucker that’s been causing us so much trouble and, you know, just being an all round dick.” Resting his forearms across the table Jeremy’s eyes flash dangerously, a grin crawling across his face, “what are we doing Geoff?” “You just wait Jeremy, it’s gonna be a doosey.”

[dicktat]

Choices and Consequences.

…yet what’s yours?

I’m fucking stupid I forgot to share it here anyways happy 2 year anniversary I love this game what if dl2 was a manga

(Black n white under cut)

[dicktat]

Things that Astrid would say to Hakon after morally corrupting, misguiding and tempting Aiden with the pretense of glory and fame as he is now a blood thirsty arena killing machine prince of champions and a deranged murderer

[dicktat]

Dying Light Mix & Match sticker pack😎😎😎

Featured characters list: Aiden/Hakon/Lawan/Frank/Waltz/Sophie/Barney/Aitor/Juan/Skullface/Volatile/Mystery

Techland won’t sell merch so I’ll be doing it my way. Idk when I’ll be selling them or give them out for free (lol) LMK if anyone’s interested!!!

[dicktat]

Hey since it’s my birthday I’m doing a giveaway of all these items😳😳😳free but if you feel like paying for shipping I owe you my fucking life

Link to stickers:

[lyypeachu]

ME AND GALLA ARE GOING INSANE JKDAGKJHSAGJHKSDG

(explanation with spoilers down below)