#general dbd trash

[forcedhesitation]

like clockwork

[lorimnnn]

dbd killers with a crybaby!reader

don’t worry, i promise i’m working on pt.3 of Mine for the Michael fic. I’m just supr unmotivated but don’t want you thinking i’m dead or something. anyway:

summary: jiwoon hak and the ghost face with a reader who tears up easily. you’re sensitive and not good with confrontation nor blood, and are super sensitive to the pain around you. sometimes you get overwhelmed and just need to sit down and cry it out...

cw: i mean, it’s dbd? swearing, gore, murders, obsession

also, i’m taking requests!

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THE TRICKSTER - JIWOON HAK

finds your tears entertaining, appreciates that you’re such a willing participant in his art

it takes a few trials for him to realise that your reactions aren’t temporary and are a genuine response to your surroundings

starts to find you a bit annoying after that

like, what are you doing here if you can’t handle it? all the survivors need a bit of grit to survive. you’re no fun otherwise. once he realises that, he starts to transfer his anger towards the Entity.

will be in denial that he feels bad for you

the first few trials that he realises if he chases you, you’ll just collapse and cry or sniffle really adorably pathetically. unintentionally makes you his obsession each trial because he saves you for last, mostly because you’re no fun and the easiest to kill

will mori you out of frustration

eventually starts snatching you by the back of your collar and dumping you through the hatch. not because he feels guilty. no, not at all. you’re just really, really annoying...

finds himself thinking about you always 

why are you always crying?

don’t you know you have to adapt?

you have to get over it. 

one day you’re the only one left again and not only that, but that dreaded Trickster is saving you for last again. from your point of view, he’s deliberately tormenting you knowing that mentally, you can’t take it.

he’s secretly going easy on you because he’s wondering whether or not you’ll have it in yourself to finish the generators and stand up for yourself

but you’re so distraught that you mess up one of the generators and it explodes, and you can’t take it, you burst into tears. you feel so bad for the other survivors for being roped in with you, and you can’t even do your part right without crying. 

“Aish!” he swears sharply. A knife slams into the wall next to your head and you jump, lifting your wet face from your arms to stare at The Trickster. Fear quakes through your body and you brace yourself for his assault, whether that be another mori or basically dumping you through the hatch like used trash (it hasn’t occurred to you that he might be being nice when he does it, because logically, he has no reason to be nice)

you start to whimper when the tip of his blade finds your chin, forcing your head back. it thuds against the wall and pain spirals across the back of your skull, a wince lancing across your expression--- a cute little look that earns you a chuckle from the demented idol. 

“You’re really annoying, you know,” he tells you. “You can’t do anything right.”

oh, and he’ll say this like he’s comforting you, his voice soft and sweet and soothing. your muddled little brain can’t begin to understand what he’s trying to say to you, and only clings to his faux kindness.

at this point, he’ll just have to accept it. he has a soft spot for you. you’re just so cute and helpless, and you can’t help it that you care so much for your fellow survivors even though you’re nothing but a waste of space on their team...

is this why you’re always compensating by using yourself as a human shield? honestly, while it’s partly admirable, he finds the more you offer yourself up to him like that, the less he wants to hurt you

With his other hand, he strokes buries it in your hair. The way he strokes it is gentle enough, but you’re well aware he can snap your neck in seconds if he wants to. 

“You’re really lucky you’re cute. I almost feel bad for you.”

he does. he feels extremely bad for you because you’re not designed for this kind of world, and because of that he just can’t bring himself to recognise you as another survivor

“Hah,” he’ll sigh. “I can’t do it.”

“C-can’t do what?”

He’ll roll his eyes. “What else? Kill you.”

pulls you into his arms before you can comment on it. the affection is too much, you cry into him. he’ll make some comments about you ruining his clothes, but he doesn’t really mean it. will pull you closer if you try pull away. 

also keep in mind--- is not sympathising with you at all. he’s a psycho. he just learned to find pleasure in your tears and realised you’re kinda cute and can’t be roped in with the rest of the survivors if you’re never going to play the Entity’s game. (this is when he’ll start thinking something narccistic, like, ‘of course she cries and makes noises. this is the entity’s gift to me.)

the type to lick your face and taste your tears. “no more crying when you’re with me, okay? or I’ll give you something real to cry about.”

he either means he’ll fuck you or kill you again, but could honestly mean both depending on how you take it

GHOST FACE - DANNY ‘JED OLSEN’ JOHNSON

so many pictures

will max out his film on your tears

he knew about you the second the Entity welcomed you into her realm. at first, he just thought you were cute. he blamed it on the fleeting infatuation he felt towards you, knowing that once your fear wore off, you wouldn’t be that cute anymore

it never wore off

he became obsessed

openly obsessed too, will seek you out and ignore all the other survivors despite the Entity’s will, and will track you down outside of trials to stalk you, taunt you, anything to keep you in the constant state of meltdown he finds so endearing

experiments with your tears. doesn’t want you panicked all the time, of course. 

because of how he targets you in trials, the other survivors quickly adapted and learned to abandon you if they wanted to save themselves or win. danny weaponised this fact, of course.

“aw, babe, don’t be sad. or do. you’re all alone!”

will pull your terrified body against his chest and tip your head back with his knife, forcing you to watch your fellow survivors scatter around you. will tour you around the trial to see what makes you tick the most.

“are you proud of me, babe? i hooked all your friends within the first ten minutes of the trial.”

cue a sniffle that excites him even more

and you’ll feel it too. his hardness against your back, solid and probing and thrilled at your sensitivity. he wants to traumatise you as much as possible. he wants you horrified, and he wants to abuse your fear until there’s none left. there’s never been so much of it before.

don’t get the wrong idea, though. no matter how much he likes you, he won’t touch you--- he’s not a rapist, he’s a killer and a perv. will exploit your face with his camera and mori you and hook you as much as he wants. there’s no stopping him.

not for a while

it’s takes a really long time for him to start challenging why you still cry. it won’t occur to him that it’s such an abnormality until he’s stalking you six months in and watching you mourn another failed trial. let’s say it was with the oni. the oni mori-d you on the spot, and here you were, crying over it despite those same events happening every other trial without fail. and it only occurs to him because it’s six months and he was planning on something cheesy like, “happy six-month anniversary!” because he’s never been consistently obsessed for such a long period of time.

this is when the posessiveness starts to hit. The Oni made you cry? That large, angry piece of shit?

don’t worry babe, he’ll take care of it for you

Only he’s allowed to make you cry like that. only him and nobody else. this is when he’ll start laying claim, calling you his.

he flays the Oni and leaves his scraps scattered across his temple. takes a picture and leaves it on your bed so you know what he’s done, and calls it his anniversary gift

he’ll now start putting in the effort for you to trust him. wants you to admit you’re his, too!

who cares if he’s mori’d, hooked, tunnelled, and killed you a billion times over? fresh start, new beginnings!

will nail it through every one else’s heads that you’re his and that you’re tears are his and that blah blah blah is his

honestly, the other killers will only leave you alone so Danny will stop blabbing on and on about you 

he’s really starting to feel like your boyfriend now

that’s what the other survivors are calling him, anyway. y/n’s boyfriend. 

Danny fully embraces it and starts calling himself your boyfriend, much to your displeasure. But you do start to notice that your trials are becoming less and less frustrating to endure, and you know it’s because of him. He’s even saving you for last, now. The chasing isn’t even half-bad anymore. (And especially with Danny, he’s going to make the chasing feel kinky as fuck)

learns he really likes your laugh as much as he likes your tears. finds himself smiling when he grabs you around the waist mid-spring and hoists you off the ground.

shudders with a sick smirk when you hug him back. you’re so cute.

but he is the Ghostface. Wants you to love his alter-ego as much has you love Danny Johnson, your mostly normal, stalkerish boyfriend

forces you to hold his knife and pretend to hurt him, smirking when you cry 

makes you carve your initials into his body as you sniffle here and there, your tears stinging against the open wound 

kisses you and whispers dirty shit into your ear as you do so, because the dumbass thinks it’ll make it all better

“that’s it, baby. God, that feels so good. Push harder. Hurt me. Fuckkkk-”

“I don’t like this, Danny.”

“Who?”

“G-Ghostface.” Your bottom lip wobbles as more tears slip down your face. “I don’t like this, Ghostface.”

“Just a little longer, baby.”

Will be surprisingly gentle with you, once you admit you’re his

but don’t be fooled. you’re his forever. the second he’s jealous, or you consider leaving, remember he’s the same man who gets off on your pain and tormented you the first six months of knowing you...

[godstrain]

the station was in a rather sorry state- broken desks and chairs tipped over, shattered windows- if he was honest, it looked like the aftermath of a rather nasty outbreak. needless to say, it was certainly not in the condition that it had been before he'd found himself wandering through a strange fog-

that was the issue with splitting up during a mission. it had been rather chaotic, requiring alpha team and bravo team, and maybe he shouldn't have said he'd scout ahead, but some unknown force had been pulling at him. it hadn't been long before he was horribly lost, and then ... then he was back at the police station.

with how umbrella operated, wesker couldn't say he would be surprised if they'd sparked an outbreak while he was away. maybe it had been an accident / they'd grown sloppy ( if the increasing number of reports of bizarre deaths in the arklay mountains wasn't telling, then what would be? )- but he really couldn't worry about that now.

there was a strange looking generator sitting in the main hallway of the station- something that also wasn't there when he'd left. and while wesker had never been one to believe in the supernatural, the only explanation he could really come up with was that he had somehow stepped into some alternate version of the world he knew. raccoon city, but a little to the left- from the looks of it, the generator wasn't functioning, but it seemed like an easy fix.

if he was going to be stuck in this version of the police station, it might as well be cleaned up. one step at a time. first, the quick repairs on the strange generator. maybe it would get some of the lights working, and it would be easier to see. then, he'd tackle one room at a time- a messy workplace only made for heightened anxiety. or, it had always made him feel a little overwhelmed-

generator first. stay focused. as he'd expected, it wasn't such a difficult task. after a minute or so of figuring out wiring, the generator let out a rather soothing humming sound- although the sound of footsteps was less so- someone else was in the building. maybe the thing that had trashed the place.

if he was lucky, it would be a familiar bio organic weapon, and he could take it down. the perks of designing tyrants on his own was knowing their weaknesses-

but it isn't a tyrant at all. it's chris-? or it's something chris-shaped / much to his dismay, the generator didn't seem to power any more lights. ❝ you're supposed to be with the rest of alpha team. ❞ tense, because he knows chris. chris wouldn't leave the others. chris had always been a good point man- ❝ where are the others, chris? ❞

@valour-bound, because dbd verse :)

[caribouv]

2022 best

If it's first it means it's not last. This is probably the most underwhelming and unexciting yearly list I've ever put together.

+ ALBUM

Foxtails - fawn

FONTAINES D.C. - Skinity Fia

Drunk Uncle - Look Up

Birds in Row - Gris Klein

Pool Kids - s/t

OCULA - Crossroad

Le Youth - Reminders

Horsegirl - Versions

Beach House - Once Twice Melody

Soccer Mommy - Sometimes, Forever

+ SONG

Chase Plato - Set You Free

djimboh - Up Here (with Lumynesynth)

+ RECORD/COVER

Honestly, whatever Lane 8 / This Never Happened cooked up this year. I spent too much time listening to mixes and not enough time paying attention to what was actually playing.

+ SET/MIX

Deep Woods with Pretty Pink was awesome, but Lane 8's season mixes played on repeat this year from start to finish. You could just throw any of these on and you've got instant 2-3 hours of deep house, trance. I'm listening to Fall 2022 right now.

Foxtails on Audiotree is awesome too. It's wild the vocals coming out of that girl.

+ MOVIE

This Place Rules (even though fucking Andrew certainly doesn't.)

Trainwreck Woodstock 99'

Nope

Pearl

Movies sort of sucked this year for me. Though to be fair I'm wildly behind on my list: The Whale, Marcel Shoes, Inisherin, Till, Quiet Girl, Avatar 2, All Quiet, etc. etc.

+ TV SHOW

Andor and Queen's Gambit. Without a dobut. Vox Machina is so so so good, but those two shows are on a different level.

Also to note: TV was really, really good this year. Half Bad, Power Rings, Dragon House, Yellowjackets, Arcane, Cyberpunk, Midnight Club, Eps 4 7 8 of Curiositiy Cabinents, Stranger Things 4, End is Nye, Prehistoric Planet, White Lotus, Severance, 1899, Wednesday, Maisel 4, Fleabag 2. I really don't think I watched much anything I didn't like other than that Salt Fat Acid garbage.

+ ACTOR

Voice actors from Vox Machina. I'm so stoked for s2 coming up here next week.

+ VIDEO GAME

Another year of Dead By Daylight. I can't get away from this game.

Project Zomboid and 7 Days To Die are both stellar. It reminds me of the Minecraft/Terraria split from 2010. WOTLK was generally a lot of fun, but I think it's more than just playing resto shaman is a blast. Cycle Frontier was cool af and the only reason I quit is because of how cracked the players are at it. But DBD. D. B. D. I think I'm at like 1,850 hours in it.

+ BOOK

Still going through Wheel of Time. I'm at book 9. They are not mindblowing anymore and I'm getting bored of the constant gender distrust themes, but they are absolutely epics.

+ ATHLETE

M FUCKING BPAPPE. I haven't seen a soccer game as exciting as that world cup final in years.

+ PERSON

Penny or Houdini or my Mom

+ FOOD

I stopped eating out as much this year and instead tried making the food I'd order because budget. Pad Thai, Enchiladas, Lasagna, Chicken Parmesan, Ragu, Soups, Roasts, etc.

The best thing I made over and over this year was Biba's Ragu though. It's dumb how easy it is for how good it is.

Also onions. No matter what you're making, if you add onion to it then it will be better. Spaghetti, eggs, potatoes, ramen, sandwich, burger, salad, pizza, chicken, soup, noodles, rice, beans, etc. ADD ONIONS.

+ TRIP

I went nowhere this year.

+ MOMENT

Probably quitting and getting the fuck out of my mismanaged firm. God damn that was liberating af. Two other attorneys peaced the fuck out right after me too.

+ BIGGEST LETDOWN

Losing Luigi was horrible.

The new Odesza and Flume albums were trash.

Blowing my ankles out in late Feburary sucked because I was starting to really get going with running in a good way.

Clerks 3 had such a brilliant concept to go full circle, but instead it just degrading into  clunky fan service, old references, and cameos.

//

Goals for 2023: Read more nonfiction & a bit the same as 2022: create something be it flash fiction, story, game, whatever.

[maeshelix]

So I originally wrote up a response to your question that was, while still largely negative, more calm but then tumblr decided "Oops, that didn't work" and threw away the shit I spent thirty minutes typing up, which has now made the bad mood I was already in worse. so I'm just gonna use this question to vomit poison and bile onto Konami. I hope that's ok. None of this is going towards you Johnlocsin.

I don't think any of the brainless fuckwits down in the hovel that Konami has become knows a single thing about video games. Just in general. I think that entire company is full of a bunch of bumbling buisness major cunts who only give a shit about money and would sacrifice their own children if it gave them an extra 62 cents. I think anything they've put out since they ousted Kojima from his own fucking franchise has been trash and will continue to be trash until every single person in the company is fired and the physical locations are set on fire, along with every single pachinko machine in existence.

I think Blooper Team, the fucking clowns heading the Silent Hill 2 remake, are hopeless and will bungle this remake like the last few companies who remade these games for modern consoles have before them (special shoutout to the HD collection in 2012 for being a notable hunk of trash but this has happened before, has happened for Metal Gear too, aswell as any game franchise Konami still has its dragon talons clamped down on). Blooper Team are the numbskulls responsible for Layers of Fear and The Medium, who's apparent messages appear to be that the mentally ill are burdens who will infect your brain with their mental illness. I wouldn't know, I haven't played The Medium, I don't think anyone has played The Medium, and all I remember about Layers is that clip of Nyanners losing her shit at that baby who face planted a wall.

Now, usually, that shouldn't matter since they're just remaking Silent Hill 2 for a new audience, which usually entails just polishing the graphics and moving the game to a new system. The story shouldn't be affected. But, like I've seid previously and will continue to say, Konami is a trashcan held together by gum and reused duct tape so I don't particularly have faith in them to not hand some form of creative control over to Blunder Team. I don't have faith in any of the sentient chunks of shit heading that company to look over any of its development. I don't have faith in anyone involved and will be suprised if the game isn't made entirely with free Roblox assets. If this remake doesn't brick consoles on startup I'll count that as a win.

I know nothing about Townfall or Ascension, I know little about Silent Hill f other then it's written by the person who made Higurashi Umineko which I know nothing about and have no emotional investment in (yet. Maybe thatll change idk), and I don't care. I just don't. The Silent Hill games stop at 4 for me, Konami hasn't extended the superficial "care" most AAA companies extend the games that made them AAA in the first place to their flagship franchises for decades, why are these four trash games any different at this point.

They're all gonna be rushed to completion, made through brutal crunches despite being made by completely different companies, they're gonna turn out to be buggy messy trite that couldn't hope to run on anything stronger then a NASA supercomputer, they're gonna be saddled with bullshit in-game currency and segmented into episodes that each cost $60 each, it's gonna suck. All four are gonna suck. It's not even worth getting mad about anything Konami does at this point which is why I'm mad at myself for even doing so here.

Burn it all to the fucking ground, pirate all of these games. Play DbD if you need your fix of Pyramid Head.

[foxflarechan]

@jacalineiscomingforyou I told you I was going to do it-

So I thought it would be funny to make my persona into a DBD survivor. Her perks would honestly be based on other survivors being around or not, as I am someone who generally prefers to be alone a lot. I can’t really draw anywhere near the dbd style though, so it honestly looks trash. Oh well!

[petitelepus]

Hello! Could I ask for a DbD (killer) match up, please? :) I'm a girl kinda tall. Blonde, almost white, brown eyes and i'm pale (like my icon). I have a strong personality, and I don't really talk much. I might seem serious but i'm a sweetheart if you talk to me first. I love to fight for my friends and for my lover. I'm bi/demiromantic I love video games, drawing, and rock music. I have a regular voice, so I sing sometimes. I also write a bit when i'm bored. I main Feng Min and Kate mostly!

I match you with Trapper aka Evan MacMillan!

You’re a leader. You are born with a strong personality and that’s what attracted the former MacMillan heir to you in this Entity’s nightmare. You take the lead when Dwight isn’t there but you don’t try to overrun the young man but guide him and help him. The Trapper notices you when you make yourself a target for killers to chase while your teammates finish the generators. Evan can’t count how many times you have also saved a teammate from the hook and that’s not because he is stupid but because the number of your saved teammates is huge.

The Trapper starts to chase you and you escape, but one well-placed trap is all that it takes to bring lioness down. You’re strong and act how wounded animal should, hissing and fighting back. Call Evan and his mind old fashioned, but in his mind, a strong woman produces strong offspring. He is sure that his father would have approved you back in his prime time.

He takes you with him to old MacMilland estate where he plans to keep you. Despite being tall, you have no chance against him as he doesn’t even break a sweat when handling your trashing body. The Trapper locks you inside one of the rooms and just incase puts beartraps here and there where you don’t know to expect them. You’re there and you’re staying.

Time goes and with your hurt leg, you aren’t going anywhere. You start to write, draw and sing to pass time and unknows to you, Evan listens close by. It’s a treat he cherishes since those pretty sounds come from such a quiet person as you. He brings you meals, a luxury that the Killers have and lets you use his toiletries and shower. If these don’t win you over, he doesn’t know what does.

He understands that you might try to appeal to his softer side by exposing your more vulnerable and kinder side that he has seen you being with fellow survivors but he doesn’t lower his guard around you. He keeps you locked up but at the same time, he takes care of you.

You can’t help it when you start looking for his attention, it must be Stockholm’s Syndrome settling into you and Evan is pleased that he kept you around for it when you fall for him. You’re loving and loyal like a good trophy wife should be and he enjoys it when you lavish him in return after all those days he cared for you. Don’t blame him, he lived back in those days when women were in the kitchen. Though, he plans to keep you wherever you’re most comfortable, as long as it’s inside the manor.

[fifty-shades-of-succ]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @ace-procrastinator  Thanks! Haven’t done one of these for years!

Nickname: Ebs, Vanilla, Milky

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 165cm / 5′4

Last movie I saw: .........scooby doo 2

Last thing I googled: “165 cm in feet” and aside from that, “Rubberbanding issues Dead By Daylight” because dbd rn is a piece of ass.

Favorite musician: I don’t really have one. Ninja sex party, I guess?

Song stuck in my head: Electric Love has made its return

Other blogs: I don’t have one. I post everything from dbd, stardew valley, infamous, kirby, general bs and whatever to my main.

Do I get asks: I have been lately from idk who, but I just give vague answers pertaining to stardew lmao.

Following: 160

Followers: 436 (and most of them are porn bots)

Amount of sleep: 7

Lucky number: 9

What I’m wearing: Pyjamas

Dream job: A game designer, head of my own game I’ve had ideas for for a while now

Dream trip: I think either Iceland, Canada or France with someone close to me

Favorite food: Pasta - lasagne, philly cheesesteak, tuna, carbonara.

Play any instruments? No

Languages: English and a bit of French although I’m trash

Favorite songs: Ah....Everybody wants to rule the world, Pour some sugar on me and You spin me round by NSP (covers), Lights, and Electric love

Random Facts: Ahhhhhh I am a god at Stardew Valley, and I love saying OwO tooooootally 100% unironically. Yep. I’m absolutely never joking when I say it.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Neon lights, a shitty games collection, fairy lights, betta fish, really tiny discreet tattoos, and..cats

Tag 21 Some People: I do not have that many people to tag but I will tag some people, but you don’t have to do it

@uni416 @letsboldlygomotherfuckers @asfluidasariver @letters-and-dashs @soccermomager @johnny-j0estar

Cheers Han - go follow her she’s hella cool @ace-procrastinator @dont-drop-your-ascots

[mangaka-neko-chan]

Ya’ll know what time it is. It’s “Let’s talk about something *very unhappy noises*” tiiiime.YAYYYYY!!

So apprently there are some leaks about the new killer’s powers on reddit. This could be a hoax and that’s very likely because, for my part, there are many many things so unclear with this describtion.

But I still want to talk about it because if the final thing’s gonna be similar to this, I will definitely lose it. And to not start this all on a negative side, I’ll start with the good things first:

So the Devs gonna use an apprentice of the man we originally thought would be used as a killer. Which is very good, because now the new killer actually fits the gameplay and their role of an active killer instead of an originally really passive and already dead one.

It’s gonna be a female killer. And many many many of us wanted over all more female killers again.

The new “game mechanic” and “ability” brings in a new type of fear and nervosity for Survivors. And since I’m a fan of the tension this game creates. That’s a plus.

And that’s it.

Now to the more critisizable part, yaaaa.

So Idk, another Trapper character? We have a Trapper already. It’s the same point we had with Leatherface. Yes, he is no Hillbilly copy, because Hillbilly is actually based on Leatherface. But in this case Leatherface felt like a Hillbilly copy, since Hillbilly was in DBD first. So now another character who uses similar gadget like another killer who is already in game, feels still uncreative. And I swear, if some of the add ons are the same as Trappers... (very unlikely tho due to the new traps function WHICH BRINGS US TO THE NEXT AND MAIN POINT).

The function of the traps. If I look at the describtion, it’s what mostly let me say: “Ok. This can’t be real.” Because it’s so vague! It’s very hard to read but the list says:

Start the trial with 4 Reverse Bear Traps:

“Reverse Bear Traps are put on Dying Survivors.” “RBTs automatically sacrifice the survivor when they trigger.” “RBTs trigger automatically beyond the exit gates.” (see where this is going?) “RBTs trigger once their timers expire.” “RBTs timer start when a generator is completed” “Survivors can free themselves from RBTs by searching Jigsaw Boxes found around the map to find the correct key.”

So there will be one trap per survivor. That’s good. Means that the killer can’t just put seemingly infinite traps on the survivor’s head.They can only be put on survivors on dying state. When you got one of these on you there’s a timer that should go down as soon as a generator, so apparently, ONE, is completed. So it keeps Survivors away from doing gens, gives the Killer more time to do their work. Good. New difficulty. New challenge. Good. The Trap triggers when the timer’s on zero, and will, and that’s the part where we lose us here, sacrifice the Survivor automatically.

*short silence*

I could be now saying “That’s not how it works.”, could be all whiny, and fixate myself on the lore in which the Entity is only, and ONLY fed through the hooks. And not even killing a Survivor by your own hand brings the same delight to the Entity than sacrificing them on the hook. But I will contain myself and see it positively. Maybe we get a new sacrificing animation. Maybe there is new canon lore. I mean it’s also a new game mechanic after all. Maybe it’s just fake, what’s very likely to assume.

Maybe...

But it still seems a lil too drastic to me. I mean, why hooking, why mori when you can “almost mori” survivors without hooking them and you still get the same effect as hooking them which is part of the main difficulty as a killer because there are Survivors who free them and then you have to get them again... you get me here?

Also how long is the timer going? How much time do you have before you get instant game over? Noone knows. (Another point against this being real tbh.)

The Survivor though can free themselfes from the Trap by finding a so called “Jigsaw Box” which inherits a key to their Trap. That’s good. There should be always a way out. Although they must find the RIGHT KEY out of FOUR keys, which are SOMEWHERE on the map. Even finding a friggin hex totem is difficult sometimes! Well let’s hope the timer goes long enough.

And the last part is the one that bugs me the most. When the exit gates are open, and let’s say your timer goes still for 2 minutes and you’re hurt, it was a long and hard match after all. You already see yourself free and happy. Yay, 5000 points for escaping! This is so great! I still made it! Barely, but I did it! And you exit and die. Oh no wait, you don’t die. You’ll be sacificed. Because the Trap triggers automatically beyond the exit gates. So technicall goodbye exit points. Well earned or not.

...

“THAT’S JUST NOT HOW IT WOR-*cut*”

I’ll find that too much. We already have perks that shut out the survivors from their freedom in multiple ways and you can just snack them away if you can. But now you can totally forget the prior licensed Killer expanson. Because you got the new one. So better let those lil buggos escape, because they die either way, am I right? After this and Freddies nerf (which I ,wuaht??, didn’t find so terrible and unfair as everyone else but never mind) we can totally smack Gremlin Man in the trash. Just a few months after he was released. NICE. (sarcasm)

*sigh* Don’t worry guys. We’re almost through. You don’t have to stand this any longer.

Last thing. The secondary power. I read out. HMHRM

“Use the Secondary Power interaction to assume a crouching position. While crouching:

-The Pig (that’s the killers name btw) has no Terror Radius. -Activate the attack interaction to dash and perform an abush attack.” 

*puts down glasses*

No Terror radius. Wow, sounds familiar. Almost like the Wraith, and Michael Myers (1m TR aside), and Freddy. *gives a look*

This abilty must have a cooldown, or something that gives the killer a disadvantage. Cause you could just sneak upon everyone, and then later on get into the trap action. So maybe something like being slowed down like Myers. Something like that! And why does this killer need a secondary power, when their primary already seems... effective enough? Just... ehhh?? It’s so vague?

Let’s construct a match based on this info. Let’s say worst case. Mostly, one gen is already done when the killer finds a Survivor. The Killer sneaks up on them, downs them, puts a trap on them and baits them. I mean Borrowed Time won’t work here, am I right? Or they let them go, put more Traps on other Survivors during the match and, if the Killer can see the aura of the Jigsaw Boxes like with totems, just defends the Boxes. Something like that, who knows. That’s just worst case.

That being said. It’s very possible that it’s a hoax, that it’s not real or maybe even just a WIP. So far, from what I saw, the only thing people talk about is “There is a typo in this, so it MUST BE A HOAX”. Not about the vagueness or the fact that this seems really unbalanced. Plus we don’t even have release date. So I’ll just wait until the DLC is out. Maybe it’s gonna be totally different, maybe not. Maybe it’s even gonna be awesome and our fear unsubstantiated. I would be totally happy about that despite being sad about getting no original killer.

But what do you think about this? Do you think this is good. Do you think it’s balanced. Do you want it like that in the final DLC or would you be happier about an original killer with different abilities?

[queenevaine]

Fun story I wrote after a wild plot bunny hit me, under the read more!  (It is a DbD story.)

Before I paste the 4 page story in my google drive, I wanted to tag @aviatorhead for indulging my anonymous asks and giving me wild plot bunnies for this game!  I really hope you enjoy it :D  And now for the story I spent all day writing!

Another day meant another trial, more hair-raising, nerve-wracking tests of survival against monstrous killers with unyielding resolve to destroy anything else that was human.  The areas changed every now and then, from farm fields depicting a terrible fate of its residents, to disturbing asylums and hospitals.  The occasional normal neighborhood or schoolyard always held an air of unease, instilling that none of these places would ever shake the fear and horrors that happened.  

Dwight found himself in a trial in a new area, narrow streets with flickering street lights, littered with broken bottles, boards, and with sprawling alleyways.  This area was new, which typically meant a new horrible monster be chased by, and another horrid ability to learn or be swiftly sacrificed.  The anxiety of the silence was almost unbearable; he swore he could hear shouts and things breaking from across the street.  A dim sign was held outside a building with the door ajar, nearly falling from its hinges and reading ‘Pub’.  Despite the simplicity of the sign, it made his heart sink into his stomach.  

The only person Dwight had ever known to say ‘Pub’ was David King, the fellow survivor he often found himself paired up with in trials.  Dwight had grown to like David, who was actually rather caring and selfless underneath the appearance of harsh and antagonistic, at least to those he called his friends.  It was out of the blue that the two became so close, with David’s blunt attitude, and Dwight’s naturally nervous demeanor.  

Dwight jumped as he heard a distinct smash of something solid.  A wall, maybe?  He couldn’t think of any killers that would make a sound with the wall.  He breath choked in his throat, it had to be the new killer that belonged to this new area.  In more trials than not, Dwight was the leader, guiding his fellows to safety beyond the gates and back to the fire, to begin again.  To hear an impact when his own heart wasn’t beating in his head was alarming.  How hard was this killer capable of hitting?  Did the Entity create a monster capable of always taking them down with one hit?

He knelt to start working on a generator.  In a crowded alley behind the Pub, it seemed like a good place to start, and keep out of sight.  The back wall of the pub had a partially collapsed wall, a window to jump through and a fully collapsed wall just around the corner of the alley.  By this point, repairing a generator was as known to any of the survivors as the back of their hand.  Dwight wished it wasn’t the case, he didn’t want his mind wandering.  No one had seen David for some time, he was the only one who ever talked about Pubs, they were warned against losing hope, in case they would become the killers they feared..  

Then, Dwight felt the pounding of his heartbeat in his head.  He took a deep breath, focusing his attention on how rapid his heartbeat was.  He would be okay if it wasn’t too fast.  It started accelerating, and he felt panic set in.  This wasn’t usual, he normally could keep himself under control, manage himself to make it out alive.  He felt himself breathe faster.  Was it louder?  He heard a scream, before panicking and bolting off the generator that he himself had screamed.  Who was this new lunatic?  And why were they able to instill such fear in him?  

His heartbeat slowed, and he allowed himself the opportunity to slow down from a panicked sprint and recollect himself.  He still had to keep moving, but he at least had time to slow down and think.  He highly doubted he wanted to run into this killer.  He maneuvered through the crowded alleyways, finding another generator.  He could see a couple lights turn on, the other survivors getting one generator down.  They seemed to be doing well, but he knew too well that could change in an instant.  

And he was right, when a scream sounded from across the streets.  Someone on a hook, and then another.  What went wrong?  From behind a trash can, he spotted the new Killer, a hulking man with countless scars and what looked to be some kind of animal skin draped over his shoulder.  While he held no typical weapon, his own body probably counted as one.  Brass knuckles glinted under the dim light, and Dwight made a mental note on them, the spiked knuckles stuck out too badly for him to miss it.  Those would undoubtedly be excruciatingly painful.  

He turned to the hooks, determined to get the others off of them.  Both Ace and Feng gave their thanks to Dwight, Meg keeping the Killer preoccupied.  It didn’t take long for Meg to be hooked, and again after they had healed her injuries.  The Killer turned to Ace, focusing on him until the Entity couldn’t be stopped.  It then focused on Meg, forcing Dwight and Feng to run, but not before taking a beating from fists and knuckles alike.  Oddly, the Killer never hooked Dwight, and he assumed this Killer had some obsession with him for the round.

As Dwight moved to a generator to try and power the gates, to allow him and Feng to escape, he felt his heart pounding again.  He took a deep breath to maintain his focus.  He heard the silent jump Feng tended to make over window ledges, bolting across the street.  The Killer had to be chasing her, and he was going to get generators done.  Until, the generator was stained in red, and he was yanked off the generator and pinned against the wall, letting out a cry as the Killer leaned in close, showing sharp teeth in a twisted grin.

“And what ‘ave we ‘ere?”

Dwight’s voice failed in his throat.  That definitely was David’s voice, but this wasn’t the David he knew.  It sent a chill up his spine when David laughed as he shrank into himself, a low rumble more than a normal laugh.  

“Don’tcha worry, sweet ‘eart.  I’ll be back for ya.”  

Then the pressure was lifted, and Dwight felt the distinct crack of brass collide with his ribs. He fell to the ground with a mangled cry, one arm underneath his body to cradle what would now probably bruise like nothing else he had experienced in his life.  There were a few moments of silence as Dwight tried to think past the shattering pain, Feng’s scream sounded out across the area.  This was the end, but just maybe Dwight could escape the hook for this round.  He crawled away, moving to try and hide in a corner amongst garbage bags around a dumpster.  Somehow, Feng managed to lose her trail and tend to her injuries, her footsteps soft as she scaled over a window ledge.  

“Dwight, where did you crawl off to?  I’m not staying long for you.”  

“Over here.”  His voice was weak and strained, and he couldn’t help but wince.  All the survivors knew basic first aid at this point, a medkit speeding up the process.  Rough bandages were wrapped around Dwight’s chest, and he nodded in thanks to Feng.  The pounding in his head grew faster, and he knew this wouldn’t end well.  They split up, Feng heading up the street while Dwight ran to the Pub.  His heartbeat slowed, even just slightly, and that gave him a slight relief, and slight concern for his fellow survivor.  He heard another scream, and immediately turned to where Feng had run.  

She was struggling against the Entity by the time Dwight made his way to her.  He didn’t have time to wait, and made a dash for the hook.  

“Gettin’ carried away, ain’tcha?”  

A firm grip clapped down on his shoulder, yanking him away from the hook.  Dwight let out a scream, of fear and of regret as he couldn’t at least save Feng from the Entity’s grip.  The menacing toothy grin returned as David held Dwight to his chest.  

“Told ya I'd come back, and ya didn’t even ‘ave the manners to wait!”

The choking fear kept Dwight from saying anything, only managing strangled whimpers.  He kept his eyes glued shut, refusing to see the Entity take his friend in front of him.  It didn't matter how selfish she tended to be, how determined she was to ‘win’ whatever game of survival she saw this as.  He couldn't leave anyone behind.  It was a cruel fate to be forced to hear the struggle just a few feet away and be unable to wrench himself from David's grip.  The rough brawler was always a strong man, made moreso with the Entity’s help.  

“David..!”  His voice strained against the grip, trying to break free.  “Let me go!”  

David’s laugh nearly drowned out the sound of the Entity finally taking Feng.  

“Lighten up, sweet ‘eart.  Gonna ‘ave some fun!”  

Dwight winced at the sudden bear hug, lifting him off the ground and squeezing his already bruised ribs.  Squirming was painful, as each breath caused a sharp stab in his chest.  With a harsh thud, Dwight was thrown against the ground, dull polished wood underneath him.  He sat against the nearest wall, desperately trying to compose himself.  David’s arm pinned him against the wall, head forced upright.  

“Y’know, I’m still real fond of ya.  There just ain’t much to be arsed with being something’s plaything with no way of lampin’ the fucks giving me a beating.  I’m willin’ to take a risk for ya, if ya wanted to join me sweet ‘eart.”  

To say there was no temptation to accept would have been a lie.  No one had any doubts the two had close feelings, and yet Dwight couldn’t bring himself to accept.  He couldn’t abandon all hope of going home, even if there was no real point in it.  Anything was better than a life in this foggy hell, wasn’t it?

With a sigh, David lifted Dwight to his feet.

“Shame.  If you’re ever arsed to change your mind, we’ll ‘ave another chat then.”  

With a toothy grin, Dwight was slammed against a wall, then the world went black when he heard a sickening crunch, and a distinct jolt of pain in his jaw, and then nothing.  

[highdwightofmylife]

Survivor & killers. Who likes getting their back scratched while bumping uglies

[NSFW] Who Likes Getting Their Back Scratched During A Fuck

Survivors

Ash ash ash ash ash ash ash

F ELIX ISNT AS VANILLA AS HE LOOKS ✨✨

ace will get really giggly and extra intense if you scratch him

David likes it to a certain extent but if you draw blood he'll be like OI mATE THE FUCK YOU PLAYIN AT

quentin likes a light scratching. Its. Therapeutic.

M e g

Killers

Evan lowkey likes the pain so dig your nails in sweetheart ✨✨

Herman loves it 10/10

Caleb

K AZAN UWU

Julie fucking loves it so much dont @ me

ANNA TOO

[highdwightofmylife]

for survivors and killers! who's good with spicy food and who's not?

Survivors

Ace is spice king he has a super high tolerance

Adam is also great with it

Tapp??? No. Cannot. Has cried exactly four times because something was too spicy.

Laurie just doesnt like spice. She can handle it but it's not enjoyable.

If feng eats spice she always sticks her tongue out like a little blep and acts all nonchalant but inside her head shes screaming

Jeff will eat anything you give him but honestly hes garbage with spice he'll start dramatically panting as if you've shoved straight lava in his mouth

Do not. Do not give dwight spice. He was raised on cheap chicken noodles and has not got a single spice tolerant bone in his body.

Jake loves spice 10/10

Killers

Herman can down like 32 ghost peppers and be like lmao k and it's mostly because I headcannon he literally doesnt feel pain and so the temperature of his mouth wont even register in his head hes just like lmao I feel fuzzy

Evan cannot eat the weakest spice. He is a baby. He'll outright refuse all spice. Will cry if accidently eats spice

Michael ate one spicy pepper once and hasnt been the same since he wont even look at a pepper anymore

Caleb eats spice for breakfast he has no taste buds and doesnt even understand it's supposed to be spicy

do not. Do NOT. feed kazan spice. Dont. This is a warning.

Rin really likes it tho

And frank is a piss baby most of them time but he does enjoy some spice

Susie loves spice buT ONLY WHEN SHE HAS A GLASS OF MILK HANDY

Lisa thinks spice is garbage and should be killed it's pointless

Anna could eat all spice and not give a damn

Danny cant handle spice at all but he eats it anyway because he likes the kick it gives him. A true masochist.

[highdwightofmylife]

What was the Clown's reaction when he first time got out of his caravan only to find two horses just chillin there in the grass?

Kenneth, walking towards the caravan.

He see’s Maurice. He smiles. He pauses to take a sip of his booze.

He sees the other horse. 

Kenneth freezes. He glances at his booze. Is he???? That drunk??? 

Cautiously goes closer.

There’s Caleb, sat on the Caravan steps, drink in hand, vibing with the two horses. 

Kenneth coughs. Caleb tips his hat. 

“Howdy. Noticed you got a… Fine steed here. He got a name?”

Kenneth does is confusion. Is he?? Hallucinating?? A cowboy?? No one told him there was a cowboy. He looks at the bottle again.

Caleb chuckles. “No, yer’ not seein’ things. Nice to meetcha. Quinn.” 

(Confused clown noises accompanied by aggressive coughing). “…Ke n..Neth?”

“And yer’ horse?”

“….Maurice???”

Caleb pets Maurice while Kenneth just stares like what the fuck is happening. “Fine name. Y’all swing by my saloon now. Think my gal’s got her eye on ‘im.” 

And then he tips his hat, gently taps his horse on the backside, and off her goes.

And Kenneth just stands there wondering if he had too much to drink.

[highdwightofmylife]

I was thinking abt this morning -- say all the killers take a road trip and they take like idk 3 cars. Who goes with who? What kind of chaos ensues LMAO? whose the person who doesn't shut the fuck up and talks for 6 hours straight? Whose the person that sleeps on someone else's shoulder? Whose the person that navigates and/or do they get the drivers lost? Whose the person that just decided to eat the entire time and what do they eat? Whose the person that has to go to the br every hr? 💕💕💕

GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT THANK YOU IT’S A BLESSING

it’s obviously very out-of-canon and makes no sense in the normal setting buT WHO CARES LMAOOO

Killer Road Trip Headcanons

There's three cars, and the designated drivers are the (arguably) most mature. Evan, Michael, and Philip.

All three drivers refuse to have the entirety of the legion in the same car despite how much they try to convince them. In the end, Evan gets Frank, Michael gets Joey, and Philip gets Susie and Julie.

Evan's car is... A mistake. Riding shotgun is Sally, who's trying her best to read a map. In the back is Frank at the window, Rin in the middle, and then Danny. Poor Rin has to deal with Frank and Danny leaning over her to slap each other like childish kids. Luckily for her, Frank tuckers out after about two hours and then she just has to put up with Danny, who mellows a little when Frank's out of the equation. He keeps taking pictures of the moving landscape and posing for selfies with Rin and the sleeping Frank. Evan almost crashes the car when Danny reaches round him to try and take a picture together.

In Philip's car, the person riding shotgun is Susie. She promised she would be an amazing navigator! Philip was foolish to trust her because she can not understand a single line in that map. But she really tries! Philip just makes sure that he can see Evan's car at all times so he doesn't get lost. In the back, the middle seat is taken by Julie, with Lisa to her left and Anna to her right. Lisa mostly just gurgles and excitedly points out the window, and she hisses and spits if Julie accidentally shifts a little too far on her side. Anna is much more chill. She hums soothing tunes and before you know it, Julie is snoozing on her shoulder. Anna doesn't mind! She puts her arm around her and pulls her into her side. Bonus: Demogorgon is in the very back of the car boot, sometimes peeking over the seat. He's a good boy. Lisa keeps reaching back to pet him and it usually keeps him happy for a while.

Michael is driving a pick-up truck. This is important information, because in the truck bed is Bubba and Max. They're just vibin, laughing together, having fun. They're playing eye spy through indecipherable blubbers that no one but they understand. Joey is with them, mostly because Bubba demanded he was bringing his pet chicken and Joey wanted to pet the lil dude. Joey gets jostled around quite a bit whenever the truck goes over bumps, but Max and Bubba take super good care of him! They quickly grab his shoulder to stop him from getting hurt or something. It's a bonding experience. The front of the truck has two passenger seats beside the driver, because it's a pretty hefty truck. Adiris sits beside Michael (she has to remove her head piece to fit), Herman is by the window. Adiris babbles at talks to both of them, but only Herman ever responds. Michael just drives, and although nobody has a map, he seems to know exactly where he's going. Herman is... Herman. He sits there and giggles and points at things and tries to converse with Adiris, despite the language barrier. Michael quickly discovers that the more he hears Herman cackle, the more he wants to knife him.

It's Danny that constantly had to go to the bathroom. He kicks Evan's seat and whines and says he's gonna piss himself until Evan finally pulls over. And then he spends like half a fucking hour pissing in a bush. H a l f an h o u r. He just gets distracted while he's out there and it gets the the point where Evan is like "Frank go with him and make sure he comes back as soon as he's done."

Lisa has a snack bag of leaves that she occasionally offers to Julie (who's nervously laughs as she's handed a leaf). Nobody knows why she's eating leaves. She's a gremlin and we love her.

Demo gets restless so Anna takes him to stretch his legs a few times. One time she forgets him and gets back in the car and they start driving. They don't remember until 5 minutes later when Julie is like "wow Demo is being unusually quiet" and then Anna is like fuCK STOP THE CAR (but in Russian). Philip slams the breaks on and they hear a thump. Demo had been running behind them and fucking slammed into the bumper. He's okay! A little tired, but okay!

Herman ends up falling asleep with his face pressed against the window, eyes open, drool sliding down the glass.

Joey goes into a gas station because he's arguably the most human looking of all of them (in this particular car at least), to buy gas station snacks. He was sent in for sandwiches and instead came out with a bunch of chocolate bars and candy. Bubba is over the moon. He also buys a small box of wheat cereal for Bubba's chicken, hoping it will like it.

Also the chicken's name is an indecipherable babble because Bubba named it, but if you somehow managed to translate the Bubba Babble™️ then it'd be named Betsy.

[highdwightofmylife]

in ur professional memelord opinion, from the killers, who do u think dabs? whips? flosses? or any other kind of memelord moves LOL 💙🌼🍒

(Rubs hands together). Ah. Yes. My memelord expertise is finally being put to use. 

DBD Killers Being Walking Memes

I think the majority of killers aren’t from times where memes were really a thing but, let’s just say, that for this ask, they all know what the fuck is happening. Or at least, vaguely. 

Danny is a giant memelord. He’s the asshole that puts you on the hook and then proceeds to dab in your face. 

Joey starts fucking flossing for no reason all the time. He gets bored standing around and his brain tells him to move and so his body just... Starts flossing. Doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. If Susie sees, she enthusiastically joins in and he usually so zoned out he doesn’t even realise. 

“Evan!! Evan dab!!” Frank yells. Evan is deeply confused. “What?” And then the Legion form a circle to hysterically whisper while Evan looks on in confusion. “HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT A DAB IS??? OHMYGOd.. WE MUST RECTIFY THIS...” The Legion whirl around and, “Evan!! Dab!! Like this!!” And then they all dab in sync. Evan feels threatened. 

 They harass him until finally, in absolute rage, zooms to look at them and fucking dabs at the speed of light. Frank loses his shit. Joey is screaming. Julie and Susie are dabbing back. 

Someone tells Oni that t-posing is a way to assert dominance. Now picture this giant ass ogre man t-posing you mid-trial after you’ve smacked him with a pallet. 

Rin 100% binge watches vine compilations. She can quote them. She watches Frank fall over and her immediate response is “he needs some milk”. Also says wow in that dumb vine voice all the time. You know the vine. 

Frank. attempting to drop kick Danny for no reason: V I B E C H E  CK

Danny, grabbing Frank by the foot and swinging him into a wall: DENIED

Someone dabs at Bubba and he gets so confused. He thinks about it all day. He tries to explain to Sally what they did. Imagine confused hand movements as he tries to remember what it was. She knows immediately. Sally says nothing. She just dabs all calmly. Bubba loses his shit. 

Amanda tells Bubba that dabbing is basically just a greeting to get him to go away. This newfound information excites him. Bubba dabs at everyone now. There are no exceptions. 

Bubba, trying to dab, hitting himself in the face with the butt of his chainsaw. He’s heavy handed by default and straight up knocks himself out.

Imagine being a survivor and walking down to the basement to loot the chest and Michael is in the fucking corner with insidious, t-posing.  

[highdwightofmylife]

t-tell me more about Calebs horse. i need my fix or else 🔫

Thank you. You have no idea how much I’ve been craVING LETTING THESE HCS GO.

Caleb and His Horse

Okay. So. As I mentioned before… His horse is a mare named Persephone. Percy for short. Darlin’, sometimes. 

Before coming to the fog, she was beautiful. A light bay horse with a perfect strip of white that ran across her nose, and four white socks on her legs that taped into a small strip of black before it faded into the bay colouring. She was gorgeous.

She has black hair. Caleb has a distinct memory of stopping off in a run-down little town. A young girl approached him, despite how tall and menacing he was, and asked if she could pet his horse. He was in a good mood. “How about yer’ look after her. I won’t be but a minute.” She was overjoyed. He enters the saloon of business, and when he comes back out, the little girl has braided Persephone’s hair. She grins at him. Asks him if he likes it. Caleb was never that fond of kids, but… She really melted his heart there. 

He has fond memories of sitting by the fire, his horse lying on the dust with a blazing campfire ahead of him. He’d lie his back against the mare, dip his hat down to avoid the glare of the moon, and take a nap. Her breathing always comforted him. 

For a horse, she was very… Domesticated. He had a way with her. Most horses weren’t so into lying down, but with gentle training, she seemed eager to follow his commands. He was always so gentle with her. With all horses, really. When passing by the local horses tied to the posts in towns, he’d often reach out to pat their snouts. Maybe offer them a treat.

He always had oats on him. Not a lot, but always had them. Stuffed in a pocket somewhere. 

Ain’t nobody touchin’ his horse without his consent. If some doggone cowboy thinkin’ he can lay a finger on Caleb’s darlin’ Persephone… He gonna get the nuzzle of a gun pointed straight at his jaw. 

When it came to The Fog… The Entity twisted her. Animals don’t function well in this realm. That’s why The Entity makes fakes (as I wrote in another hc list). Maurice was not the first animal to ever come to the realm – there’s been… Others. Twisted beyond recognition. That practice is what made Maurice even slightly functional. Slightly resembling his former self. With practice in mind, Persephone resembles herself way more than Maurice does for sure. She’s strong, can run, but there’s still a certain dead quality about her. One her eyes is is prone to falling out, and her flesh is… A bit… Gooey. She seems tired now, and sometimes gets really distressed for no apparent reason. Caleb’s glad she’s with him, but… He also wishes she stayed home.