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[applecat8]

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[apraxvalith]

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[r3dkn0ts]

totally not sending this to myself as an example of a request cough cough

Could I get some headcanons for The Deathslinger, The Blight, and The Knight with a boyfriend that has chronic fatigue syndrome and zones out frequently?

Why yes I'll fill your request, kind anon! insert obama giving himself a medal meme here

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn - Having had a bad knee for most of his life, Caleb can definitely appreciate having someone he can relax and snuggle with when outside of trials. He may not look it, but he's really a softie for physical affection. - If you happened to be a survivor in a trial with him and you, for instance, passed out while repairing a generator, he probably wouldn't have the guts to sacrifice you. You just look too cute when you're sleeping. Yes, even if you drool or snore. - On that note, he has an odd fascination with watching you sleep. The way your chest slowly rises and falls and your face wears such a peaceful expression makes his heart flutter. What's left of it, that is. - The first time you pass out on him, he'll certainly be a bit alarmed. "Sugar, 're you alright?", would be the first words out of his mouth once he managed to shake you awake, much to your tired mind's dismay.

The Blight / Talbot Grimes - Talbot certainly had his fair share of sleepless nights as a human alchemist, obsessing over perfecting a recipe until his mind ran out of fuel. He can definitely relate in some way to your struggles. - No matter how much you urge him to lay down with you, he'll refuse every time simply due to the fact that he can't function without constantly pumping himself full of pustula serum. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he truly does wish he could relax. He just can't. - He constantly compares his flaws to yours when his mind isn't racing with horrific ramblings or going through his old alchemical recipes. How could you ever love him when you're so perfect comparatively? He's a literal monster, and yet you think you're undesirable just because you're tired most of the time? It's ridiculous.

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács - Back in Tarhos' time, there was no way you could excuse yourself from duties because you were too tired. You either did as you were told by your commander, or you were severely punished. No excuses. - Thankfully, Tarhos does not see you in that light. He tries his best to understand you when you try to explain that your brain eventually drains all its energy like a candle burnt to the very bottom, but his lack of English skills certainly doesn't help matters. - If you ever asked him to lay with you somewhere, he'd definitely get a bit clammy before you reiterated what you meant in clearer terms. Tarhos had never been in a romantic or sexual relationship during his life outside of the fog, so it was a bit jarring to hear you say such a thing to him. He would definitely have taken your offer, though.

[fishyvamp]

Cursed royal apothecary!Blight: Will you still love me, when I am nothing but a man?

Y/N, nodding: Well, no one's perfect, so yes

Y/N: I mean at least it'll make dates easier

CRA!Blight: ...dates?

Y/N: ...you are taking me out after this, right? Don't tell me this was a one off thing! You do not want to give me that answer ⛓️.

Cra!Blight: ...I shouldn't be turned on by this

Chaining up Y/N? Nay. Chain up Talbot and take him out for brunch. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into but he's 2 weeks away from being married to this freak (affectionate)

He does not really mind

Two weeks? Lol naw, King!Trapper hears that there is someone to occupy the CRA!Blight's time so he isn't out in the city slaughtering his people or the random drunk traveler who doesn't know about the curfew. He is blessing the marriage and having everything wedded by the end of the week. giving you both permission to hold the ceremony in the castle chapel. He wants that man wedded and bedded so the general public only has to deal with the nuisance of the man, not the beast.

Just imagine the lead up to it you show up to the cave before the proper ceremony your betrothed is eager to have you. It's not quite sunset and you beg him to try something. He's so confused as you chain him to the very same table he tried to lash you to. He's still human as you do this and he just looks at you with eyes of a mad man in love he trusts you entirely. His breathing calm as the first lights of moon stream in. His body twisting and contorting eye erupting into blinding orange light. Chains rattling as the skin tears to stretch along the swollen muscles jaw unhinging and reforming. Bones cracking and echoing in the damp lair, A scream tearing from his throat at the pain and anguish.

His body twisted until you were left with the beast glowing orange ooze dripping from the torn muscles as his eyes bore into you. The beast shivering as he feels you run you fingers up his twisted chest, "Co-chèilidh." He manages to garble out vocals resonating in a distinctly in human way. You mouth the word back sitting a top of him feeling the way his tentacle cock is desperately seeking you out. You just laugh plant a kis on his cheek whispering filthy things in his ear as you adjust letting the slimy appendage slowly stretching and making room it's desperate almost.

Talbot screaming and thrashing as he tries to push in to feel more of you but your methodical making sure you're hovering above him just enough so only the tip can squirm it's way in. "Shh... Shh... Let me savor this." You whisper chuckling darkly rising to your knees legs straddling Mr. Grimes. You drag your own hands along your chest tracing every curve and muscle watching the monster halt mesmerized by you hardly noticing the way your hips slowly sink on him his tentacle lazily moving and curling as you take him to the hilt.

Eyes just focused on you, watching the way you ride him, watching the way your body bounced. The way you just clenched around him the way you just took ever tentacle the threatened to pin you down. The urge to flip you over and to try and breed you it was overwhelming. Whines escaping his lips, the chains digging into his wrists as he felt desperate to replace your hands with his own to touch your chest and follow every curve with his own tongue. You are so cruel to him, such a monster not letting him touch you as you ride so perfectly up and down sucking him in so deep. "Please," his voice garbles chains pulled taunt. He just wants to feel his Co-chèilidh. Let him feel his Co-chèilidh, he'll be so good. He'll let you keep control. He swears he'll be so so good.

[envihellbender]

Immobile Blight

Rating: Mature (horror/kink)

Fandom: Dead By Daylight

Characters: The Entity, the Blight/Talbot Grimes (brief Felix Richter cameo)

Content: Experimentation, extreme weight gain, monstrously fat, ero-horror, character death

Summary: The Entity experiments on Talbot Grimes

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The Entity didn’t expect Talbot Grimes to enjoy his new form. In fact, it felt a little disgruntled that he did. The experiments were for the being’s amusement, and the fact they had resulted in Talbot being quite satisfied was a curious, albeit annoying, development. What the Entity intended to do was make Talbot an immobile blob that needed the Entity to do even the simplest task. It was quite the feat to cause the human body to grow bigger and fatter despite no longer eating after all. How did it manage this? The serum that Talbot needed to live and experimented on others with had been adapted without his knowledge. It now caused his weight to skyrocket, every day his body grew bigger and plumper.

It didn’t take long before the Entity had to supply him with a permanent tube instead of syringes, pumping the serum into him constantly instead of when he’d worked himself to exhaustion. It had hoped he would swell and become useless, a nice pile of lard to experiment on and torment. However, it seemed that strangely enough Talbot was managing to adapt to his new predicament. Something that the Entity was enraptured with when it first became apparent. You see, when Talbot received his ‘rush’, despite being essentially immobile, a pathetic waddling excuse for a killer, he got on two fat legs - two tree trunks that looked like they couldn’t hold a man of that size - and he strode quite quickly. The entire realm would quake and tremble, loud bangs as each foot pounded against the ground, and even the stone beneath him would crack, large craters appearing instead of footprints. The survivors were horrified but used to such spectacles, running, falling and diving into lockers to hide from the behemoth’s path.

The most remarkable thing was watching use his ‘slam’ ability. He would run just as before into a wall, rock, generator, locker, or whatever was in his way. Now however his gut would reach it before he did, and it would ripple, wobble, and shake as it slammed into the obstacle, the object would burn with orange blight serum, and would burn to ashes. Which was of course simply a pile of rock, slabs of wood, or whatever else since the force had already pulverised it. Pallets were turned into kindling, generators would break far more than the survivors usually had to deal with. Of course, his ‘lethal rush’ was similar, his gut would be thrown onto the survivor in front of him and Talbot would fall forwards, crushing the survivor underneath his stomach. He knew that if the Entity wanted the trial to continue, it would have to help him onto his bloated shapeless feet, and his inhuman grin showed he delighted in it.

It had been six occasions before Talbot gave an offering to the Entity before the trial began that stated that he wished to take some of the kills for himself rather than sacrifice them. The Entity loathed to admit that it had actually been fed more than enough by Talbot and allowed it. Besides, it was rather curious as to how he would deal with his victims now given he no longer kept syringes. On this occasion, the final survivor was Felix Richter, he was weak, bloody, and any supplies be brought with him had been used up. He was visibly exhausted as he desperately searched from the hatch. When the loud banging steps appeared he seemed resigned, almost allowing himself to be knocked to the ground. Perhaps he wouldn’t have done if he’d have known what was in store.

Talbot grabbed Felix’s neck with one gigantic hand, his sausage like fingers pressing against his windpipe. He pulled his tube out of his mouth, causing the burning serum to spray and all over the place, and then forced it into Felix’s. At first the survivor’s body seemed to reject it, his eyes glowing orange, his throat swelling with flame blisters that grew bigger and bigger. His entire body became a balloon of serum. The Entity expected him to explode, but instead Talbot unhinged his jaw and shoved Felix into his gaping maw, his mouth acting like an echo chamber causing Felix’s screams to seem even louder as he was forced down Talbot’s gullet.

[anarkissm]

i've always had this headcanon that claudette would make an impeccable lab assistant in the fog. specifically for the characters who lean into science and chemistry (wesker, talbot grimes, vigo, etc.). people tend to overlook the fact that she is a scientist. a naturalist. and she never minded the mess that was expected as a field researcher. she could gather or collect samples, since she has canonically been known to venture away from the campfire and into the fog to gather ingredients for her handmade tinctures and balms. she also knows (or else believes wholeheartedly) that escaping the fog or the entity's realms is not the burden of a single individual. she needs help. a collective effort. usually the other survivors (like jake park and his alleged familiarity with the fog), especially the ones who have experience in exploring the fog or realms. we know that there are canon "tools" to gather "memory shards" and "rift fragments" within the memory-realms. there is a concerted effort to find memories they have lost, and restore them. and the entity and the fog are canonically distinct from each other, the fog acting as an extension of the entity. according to benedict baker, a researcher of the entity, the fog seemed alive, and it harbored memories from people across all walks of life, from the smallest village to the farthest planet. my theory is that the fog is memory. all memory, every memory that was ever made across all of space and time and multiverses. past, present, and future: existing simultaneously in a state of superposition. the embodiment of space-time. it seems to be connected to the cosmic web of consciousness, so it imitates consciousness. anthropomorphized as "alive" from the accounts of human observers. the entity uses this fog as a tool to project its illusions, extracting the emotionally charged memories of trauma and pain from killers (and their survivors). but memory is not perfect. memory is the encapsulation of the individual self, and therefore memory is not the truth. as a tool, it has its limits. the entity can only use it as a point of reference to create the illusions of the realms, and the trials. killers and survivors, in lucid states, can recognize the flaws and inconsistencies. the lifelessness and emptiness that marked these worlds as unnatural, untrue. an illusion designed by... people. in this symbolic sense, it is a cult-like ideology that entraps them.

[mixtapejunkie]

Taken - Talbot

NSFW - Medical experimentation, Non-Con, non human body parts, Talbot Grimes is his own warning

When Frank awoke, it was to a throbbing headache. He tilted his head slowly, and raised his hands up to touch at his mouth, which felt…strange.

He quickly realised, however, that he couldn’t raise his hand up. Something was blocking his mouth as well, and he tried to press his tongue against the blockage, to open his airway up. Whoever had spoken to him, whoever had taken him, they’d wanted him whole and untouched.

“A shame…you aren’t your friend…” came a raspy voice, and Frank’s blood ran cold. “Still…a mouth is a mouth…”

Fingers ran down over his jawline, over whatever was covering his mouth, and towards his throat. “And a hole is a hole. And you are so very…responsive…”

Frank squirmed, trying to get away from the invasive touch, his fingers flexing uselessly. He couldn’t feel much of his body, but the hand moved down to spread over his sternum, and he let out a soft gasp of protest, even though it was lost into the thing in front of his lips.

“You see…?” The voice practically purred into his ear, and his shoulders lifted as he tried to get away. “No…no. Don’t try to get away. We have so much to do together…”

There was a sound of pain and Frank strained to try and look at his assailant. He felt his stomach turn violently when he caught a glimpse of orange and yellow, dripping. He renewed his efforts to get away, his panic starting to flood his veins.

“Ahhh…that’s so much better…” The voice groaned, as molten yellow spattered over Frank, and the hand reached down to undo the restraint around his mouth.

Frank started to scream, trying to pull away, and fingers pressed into his mouth, pushing his tongue down. “Shhh…enough. Enough…”

Frank gagged and choked as the fingers pressed deeper, almost into his throat. He tried to tilt his head away and his hands curled into fists, even as pain lanced through his chest.

The fingers fucked deeper and deeper into his throat, and Frank’s body convulsed as he tried to open himself up, to tilt his head and make it easier for the fingers to move.

“So…very…responsive…”

Pain lanced through Frank’s chest again and he felt the burning, hot terror flowing through him. He panted for air as the fingers withdrew, crooked and gnarled, dripping with his saliva.

“Don’t…do this…” Frank begged quietly, even as his body shook and quaked. “I don’t want this.”

“I paid…” Talbot sneered, and his hand shifted, down, to twist in the fabric of Frank’s shirt, tearing it free from his body to see his handiwork. “Others wanted you…oh yes. Others wanted you for other things. But I paid the most. I go first, boy.”

Frank’s horror was plain across his face as he heard. “What do you mean…” He asked, wincing in pain as he felt another stab in his chest.

“Don’t-” Frank begged, as he felt heat and pain spread through him, his back arching up and off the table, held down only by his hands and feet.

“And I get to do whatever I want to your pathetic little body.”

Frank’s scream caught tightly in his throat, a raw rasp of pain as something slithering and grotesque thrust hard into his throat. There was something else hot and wet along his cheek, and Frank’s eyes closed tightly, as he tried not to sob, not that anything would escape.

This, at least, he could bear. He could zone out, he could ignore the groans and grunts from the man above him, concentrate on breathing slowly, steadily around the strange, malformed cock thrusting down his throat, along with the one thrusting wetly against his cheek.

Even as Talbot’s cocks buried deep into his mouth, Frank’s back continued to strain, his chest burning, his stomach roiling as he felt the serum pulsing deeper into his body.

And Talbot swung his arm down again, burying another needle into his chest. Frank strained, trying to scream around the cocks, his body slamming against the metal underneath him and arching back up against the pain and the hurt.

He coughed violently as Talbot’s cocks pulled free and he came, both slick tentacles and dripping orange over his nose and lips as he gagged and coughed over the sweet, sticky mess.

“…nnnhh…what I wouldn’t give to have her…I wonder if I could make you a woman, sometimes…” Talbot sneered, as he tucked his cocks in slowly. “I will settle for this…” He groaned out, as he raised up a scalpel.

Frank spat at the Blight, even as the silver glistened in the light. He screamed as the blade bit into his flesh, sinking past the globules of orange that burst and spread that burning pain.

He didn’t stop screaming when Talbot’s hands grabbed skin and pulled it away, exposing his insides. He couldn’t breathe properly when gore and viscera beat and pulsed without the protection of his skin, when Talbot’s hands fondled his insides, injecting even more serum to keep everything pumping and pulsing.

It ached, it burned, and all Frank could do was endure it. He screamed until a nick to his throat stopped it , and all he could do was gurgle in response. He didn’t know when it would end, he didn’t want to see when Talbot’s hands lifted things out of him, things that were not meant to be taken away.

He stared as the Blight’s hands lifted out his still pulsing, still beating heart, and choked on the sickly sweet amber, eyes barely focused as he stared at it, at the pustules of yellow-orange grown on the chambers of his heart.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you…dearest one. And then…you’ll go to the next highest.” He stared as Talbot's finger moved to the opening...the aorta? Frank had never been a good student of biology, and he almost wanted to retch as the grotesque finger pressed into the strange, tubelike part. It was violating in a way he didn't think possible.

[lunarsage22]

DBD Killers in The world of darkness

Evan MacMillan: Human (Serial Killer)

Philip Ojomo: Wraith

Max Thomson Jr: Human (Disfigured serial killer)

Sally Smithson: Wraith

Lisa Sherwood: Vampire (Samedi bloodline)

Herman Carter: Tecnocratic mage (Progenitor) 

Anna: Vampire (Gangrel)

Jeffrey Hawk: Changeling (Redcap)

Rin Yamaoka: Wraith

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey: Vampires (Clan Brujah)

Adiris: Mage (Nephandi)

Kazan Yamaoka: Changeling (Ogre)

Caleb Quinn: Risen

Talbot Grimes: Human (Sorcerer) 

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes: Tzimisce Ghouls

Ji-Woon Hak: Vampire (Toreador antitribu)

Carmina Mora: Changeling (Pooka)

Dredge: Changeling (Bogie)

Tarhos Kovács: Vampire (Cappadocian) 

[applecat8]

Being Human Is Overrated. Right?

[apraxvalith]

The Blight/Female OC (Dead By Daylight)

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[kataqasis]

Just so stupid

[hevoyeurs]

Oh, if Danny could bottle the sound of Dwight's pathetic whine and play it back for himself on lonely nights, he would. It's even better when it's caused by him, even if it's not him who put the knife in his gut. He exhales slowly to calm himself, to keep up this little game as he crouches down, leather and fabric creaking as he kneels in the wet grass with Dwight. The mask is tilted up to listen, but in the darkness of its expression, Danny's eyes are turned down to where his black glove glistens with fresh blood.

Keep it together, Danny.

The Blight. That's someone he can't bargain with, can't hold a conversation with even if he wanted to. "Talbot," he grinds out the name. Talbot Grimes is so far gone, been in the realm so long that he's barely human any more, can't speak, doesn't know anything but the hunt and the kill.

It makes Danny wonder how much longer he has left. What he'll look like when the entity has blended his form like water on ink.

Of course, it's always about other people when Dwight talks. Danny's met plenty like him, selfless types, always wanting the best for others. Really, it's only a matter of seeing how much pressure he can add until they snap. Everyone's selfish down at their core — everyone's rotten. It's just a fact of life.

With his free hand, Danny reaches up to tilt Dwight's chin up with gentle fingers. It's a touch of care, of concern, like Danny wants to look Dwight in the eyes. Like his own aren't pitiless and flat behind the mask. "Is it just the one injury? Huh? Did they at least fuckin' thank you this time? Or did they just leave you to die?" The silence in the woods speaks for itself. "Anyone gonna come bursting out with a first-aid kit?"

There’s a part of him that wants to lurch away, bolt further into the fog as fast as his legs can carry him. And yet, he stays. When he’s addressed, hearing his own name is dizzying-- or maybe it was the blood loss. Whatever it was held him suspended in the moment, only thrust back into the now the second pressure was added against his wound. The most pathetic sounding whine barely tumbling past his lips as he shifts using his hold on Danny as leverage, squirming beneath the other man.

No one gets to treat you like this.

 It echoes in his mind as he releases his hold on Danny. Dwight swallows whatever lump had formed in his throat, nervously avoiding staring up into the ghastly mask looming over him. It takes him a while to work himself up to even speak between harbored breaths and knowing his stutter was about to come forth full force. He cast his gaze aside, a grimace tugging at his lips.

“There was… Something happened with another--” With one of you. He bites back on the sentence, forcing the pause before starting up again after sucking in a breath. But he does manage to croak out a name at the very least. “Blight-- It, it was the Blight.”

Dwight turns his gaze back towards Danny, shaking his head gently before the entire string of what actually happened spills out of him. “I-- You.. know I don’t, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. So I had to do something, I always do. And it wasn’t even a... a trial. It just happened and I--” 

[fishyvamp]

Frank: Why did you have to say anything?! We were fine before YOU had to say something!

Danny: I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D END UP LIKE THIS!

Meanwhile, unfortunately for everyone else, Y/N and Talbot are both half naked and making out on the forest floor

Half naked? No, full naked no mercy. When it comes to these two, it's fuck the clothes. These two are running through the wood buck ass naked having given up on their shredded clothing heading to Lerry's for softer surfaces after the only marks that The Blight wants on your skin are his own. (I have so many head cannons on where the killers stay between trials)

The doctor is in the middle of an experiment on a fog monster when he hears you and Dr. Grimes giggling like a couple of school kids and goes quiet for a second. He wants to know what's going on and see you pinned against the wall moaning softly while Talbot's tentacles are just buried inside you. Herman can't look away. His eyes unfortunately forcefully peeled open thanks to his headgear. He had never seen his colleague so naked before and didn't even know what situation he was working with.

Dr. Carter isn't even sure what to feel about the fact that you are just coated in glowing orange ooze, seeing it drip out of your mouth. A piece of him is curious to know what the after-effects of this will be, but another piece of him the more human part of him however wants to look away and forget this even happened.

He must've been staring for a while he sees your fucked out eyes lock with his smirking. If his eyes could get any wider they would. You're moans getting louder, building and building towards release. He watches as the both of you come undone. Taking a moment to breath before Talbot injects himself with more serum. Charging off to his room in the facility with you.

The Doctor was unsure of what he just learned about himself, but something shifted and he had to adjust himself in his pants. The monster on his table needs to be attended to after all.

[skllyr]

Damn mojo you're short

[questionedturkey]

I literally don’t care how anyone draws human Talbot he could literally look like anything if the artist said it was Talbot I would love it 😌

[ziracona]

Takin a second to note the Ace - Monsterfucker solidarity bc if there’s no physical appeal already, any romantic value or appeal is just in the personality they bring to the table, so? It’s just: