#me getting better at struggling in DBD

[ringingsilent]

My personal rankings for series I've watched this year (2024):

Fallout

Dead Boy Detectives

Lockwood & Co.

Julie and the Phantoms

Ohsama Sentai King Ohger

Dungeon Meshi (Delicious in Dungeon)

Umbrella Academy s1

Edge of Sleep

Sandman

Avatar: The Last Airbender (live action)

[forcedhesitation]

blessed be the death of MFT.

buckle up, STBFL, and ultimate weapon nerfs next please. 🙏

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

eddie teaching you how to play DBD but you keep dying so you get angry and quit so he tries to make you feel better by… (you can fill in the blank bestie) 🤭

👀 so niche but also right up my alley.

Modern!Eddie munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (female receiving.)

A/n: short blurb for a moot. Not proofread.

18+ minors dni

"Im gonna get hooked!" You shouted at the TV screen next to your boyfriend who's currently watching you play Dead by daylight.

"Baby, you saw him coming you should have ran."

"Don't victim blame Edward." You snapped back. Your fingers going a mile a minute on the joy cons.

Eddie had been begging you to play dead by daylight for months now. It was currently his favorite game to play at the moment. You've been watching him on the game more and more recently figured if you learned this could be another way to spend quality time together.

Usually, you were off on your switch playing animal crossing while he was busy screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Yeah, well, I gotta fix the generator!" You argued, trying to wiggle out of the killers grip. "I don't understand why there are skill checks on the gens."

"Cus' they can't make it but so easy." Eddie said as he struggled to hide a laugh.

You shoot him a dirty look as you grow more and more frustrated. "Welp, I'm dead....AGAIN!"

"Jus' calm down" Eddie watched in amusement. He knows you're about two seconds away from exploding.

"Whatever, this game is stupid. I never should have let you talk me into playing it." You pouted, throwing the gaming controller in his lap. You were a sore loser and always have been.

Sounds of terror and a pained scream from your now dead character fill the silence. The more you heard her scream, the more upset you got. You didn't want to just win. You wanted to impress your boyfriend and show him you could keep up. What makes it worse is that the game isn't even complex. You just suck at it. Never mind, this is your first time playing it.

"Sweetheart." Eddie calls to you.

"Leave me alone." Your face is twisted in a scowl staring a head at the TV screen. Your character running in a field signifying you infact did not survive another round.

Eddie is trying his best not to smile. He really is. He reaches over to take your hand, but you snatch away and scoot further down the couch.

"Alright." He announces with a long sigh.

You watch him stand with the gaming controller in hand. He doesn't like the attitude you're giving him, and you know it. You wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't punish you later for it. Not that you don't deserve you because you do. You've been mouthy at him for hours now.

"Ya know any other time when you get an attitude like that I'd fuck it right out of you." Eddie squints, making you squirm.

He bends down, so he's at eye level with you."But my baby is very, very upset right now."

Eddie gets down on his knees in front of you. Gripping your hips and yanks you down, so your ass is almost hanging off the cushions.

"So here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna relax and keep practicing, and I'm going lick that pretty pussy until you feel all better." He smiled, slowly taking your pajama shorts and panties off. He tosses both of your legs over his shoulders you gasped when you felt his nose nudge at your clit.

"O-okay," you murmured.

Eddie smiles up at you. "Good girl now pay attention to the game and if you don't I won't let you cum."

You nodded rapidly, letting out a shakey breath. A small whimper escaped your mouth when his soft lips wrapped around your aching clit. Your hands are becoming clamy as you wait for the new match to begin.

"Mmhmm oh Eddie." You whispered.

He removed his mouth from your clit. His tongue pushes in your wet opening. Your slick getting all over his face. The slight stubble on his chin tickling your pussy. You almost dropped the controller on his head when you felt his tongue push in deeper.

Your eyes close for a moment, and you almost got again by the killer right when the game started. He heard the familiar sound on the tv and stopped. His tongue disappearing from inside you, leaving you feeling empty.

Eddie looks up at you, a little disappointed. "Focus honey, you' wanna cum dont you?"

"M'sorry....I-I do so bad." You whined.

"Then be my good girl and do what I asked." He spoke softly.

Reattaching his lips back to your clit and sucking hard. Your legs involuntarily squeeze around his head. You moan out his name over and over again as if it were a chant as your eyes stayed glued to the screen. Eddie lapped and sucked at your sore bud.

You focused hard on the game, trying to ignore your boyfriend who is currently between your legs with no intention of leaving anytime soon. The more his mouth worked on your pussy you felt yourself becoming more at ease. The game was getting less stressful than it was earlier.

That familiar coil in your belly tightens, and you know your release is creeping up on you.

Eddie comes up for air, his face saturated in your slick and his own spit. "You win yet?"

"A-almost." You breathed heavy.

He smiles against you proud that his little plan is working.

"You gettin' close, aren't ya baby?" Eddie cooed.

You nod and focused back on the game. Not looking down at him once.

Eddie bites his lip and goes back to what he was busy doing.

You finally won for the first time that night and many more nights after. Your boyfriends plan worked out in your favor after all. Thank God for that now you won't feel like you're a drag to play with.

This ended becoming a regular thing between the two of you. When Eddie noticed you losing focus or getting very upset. He'd sit you on his cock or bury his face between your legs. It was a good strategy.

Some nights, you and him completely disregarded the game as a whole if he got too caught up in the moment. Other times you'd return the favor and sit between his legs with his cock stuffed in your throat. Now, all you need to do is convince Eddie to play animal crossing with you.

[nothomegal]

“Cuddle date”

(Ghostface x GN Reader)

Summary: we all get our blues time to time, and a good cuddle sounds like a fantastic option to mend such awful mood! The man currently clinging to your body definitely thinks so, and you? Not so much...

Warnings: hints to an unhealthy behavoir, obsessive ghosty, non-con touches towards (Y/N).

Word count: 1.5k

Additional info: I'll use Danny Johnson as Ghostface, but not in a DBD context (no trials, entity, etc.)

Fic based on this lil' drawing I made!

—“{Such a shitty week, I swear…”}—

His deep raspy voice grumbled from behind the mask, his grip around (Y/N) tightened as he shifts in place a bit, taking a more comfortable position and nuzzling his masked face against their chest.

—“{It’s all better now, though. Way better.}”— he finished this sentence with a chuckle, which came out way more sinister than it was probably intended.

There were tears forming in (Y/N)‘s eyes again. Their whole body is tense and slightly shivering, their skin feels so hot and cold at the same time under the intruder's warm body and their own cold sweat. Their heartbeat is so loud that it overshadows any additional noises, yet his raspy voice still managed to cut through the loud drums of their panicked heart. They wanted to scream, shout in terror in hopes their roommate hears them, but the duct tape placed on their lips did its job in keeping their mouth shut, only allowing low muffles to come out.

They couldn't even push this stranger off their body, their wrists tightly tied to the bed frame which made their arms stay outstretched over their head, leaving their body even more exposed and unprotected.

The masked man silently sighs as he shifts in place again, tilting his head up a bit.

—"{You're a great listener, dear. Thank you for your time.}"— he says as he suddenly begins to move one of his hands up and down, caressing your body. —"{Usually I restrain myself from waking you up, but today... Ugh, today I just had to rant, you understand that feeling, do you?}"—

The uncalled touches caused (Y/N) to shiver as another muffled noise escaped from them. They wiggle in place, hoping to somehow shake his gloved hand off them but this little struggle seemed to only amuse the intruder judging by another sinister chuckle and the way his grip tightened around them.

—"{Oh love, so shy and unwilling as ever. At any other moment I'd be so fucking pissed with your stubborness... And I actually used to, you used to piss me off so much with your sole existence...}"—

His tone turns significantly more hostile as he speaks, his grip on their hip tightening to at almost painful point, causing (Y/N) to wiggle harder and let out a louder cry when the squeezing became too much. That little noise caused the man to snap out of whatever abnormal episode he was going through, making him quickly realize what he've been doing just seconds ago.

—"{Oh... Sorry, dear.}"— he mutters, his tone apologetic as he gently rubs that spot, as if attempting to soothe the pain. —"{Can get carried away when I think about certain topics...}"—

His gloved hand eventually slides under (Y/N)'s shirt, now running his palm through their bare skin. Judging by the high pitch noises they made they didn't expect or liked that at all. But again, it didn't stop the man from continuing his gentle caresses, action that seemed oddly soothing to him.

—"{It's just, I still don't understand how you managed to do that... You were supposed to be another face in the morning news paper, a simple victim... But here we are.}"—

He pauses, and so does his hand.

—"{You just have no idea how easy it is to end you, on a practical level. But morally...}"—

His fingers dig into their skin as he moves up, his face now being pressed against the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. The sensation of the cold plastic of his mask sending shivers through their entire body, their heart rate quickening, detail that didn't go unnoticed.

—"{So scared...}"— he mutters thoughtfully. —"{It's okay, today you're actually taking my visit way better than other times.}"—

This sentence made (Y/N) freeze in horror, even the shivering paused. Gears began to work inside of their head and place the puzzle pieces together.

They finally realized it.

All these small incidents of their things going missing, the food tasting weird and the unnatural tiredness they've been waking up lately, it all made sense now.

This man, this sick fuck, is the one behind these anomalies... And it seems like he's been doing this for a while.

The mentioned man of course noticed their sudden stillness and probably realizes that (Y/N) is putting the pieces together, but he felt no worry. In fact, he had the audacity to let out an amused laugh.

—"{See you begin to understand... Not bad, detective (L/N).}"—

He slowly slides his hand out of their shirt and moves his body again, climbing up until he's basically on top of (Y/N), now pressing their frozen and helpless form further into the matress with his weight.

—"{Too bad you won't remember anything in the morning.}"— he whispers as he places his hand under your chin, squeezing your face slightly. —"{You never do.}"—

He starts to lean closer as his grip around their face tightens.

—"{Or maybe, you will... Sometimes I wish you do.}"—

He mutters, stopping when his masked face is only inches away from theirs.

—"{Because then you wouldn't be so startled every time I come back... And I will come back. Maybe tomorrow, maybe after tomorrow... Or maybe you'll see me through the day. Who knows, I could be anyone of your friends.}"—

He was close, uncomfortably close. The shivering got worse the more he spoke, his voice so psycotic and cold yet sicky sweet and playful at the exact same time. (Y/N) was so lost and overwhelmed; confusion, fear, desperation, anger... So many feelings swarming their mind at ones that it was nearly impossible for them to keep up and think straight, all they could do is be still and stare into the dark eye sockets of the ghost mask of the intruder...

Ghostface.

(Y/N) heard about him. His crimes are always the very first thing discussed in the radio durning morning, so they're more than aware of how fucked they are.

The more they stare into those fake eyes, the more distorted his face appears to get. They can swear that they've saw an outline of an actual human eye behind the dark fabric of the mask, an eye that appeared even darker than anything they've ever seen.

So dark, so cold... That it almost felt unhuman.

—"{Fuck...}"— he groans under his breath. —"{You just have no idea how fucking cute you are... I wish I could've just...}"—

He leans even closer, his face hovering dangerously close to (Y/N)'s, plastic almost touching their lips.

But the sudden sound of footsteps aproaching made the masked man freeze, his hand giving a rough squeeze as a warning for (Y/N) to remain quiet. But his efforts to keep their little hang out as a secret went down the drain when the door suddenly opened.

—"Yo, dud do you happen to have a spare ibuprofen (Y/N)? Cause man, this hangover is killing m-..."—

(Y/N)'s roommate freezes in the doorway, looking at the scene with wide panicked eyes, which only narrowed even more when she recognized the intruder's outfit.

—"...Holy shit!"— she exclaims as she turns around and bolts off your room. —"Hold on (Y/N)! I'm calling the cops!"—

The masked man merely sighs with annoyance as he shakes his head.

—"And we were having such a great time..."— he mutters, no longer whispering. —"Sorry sweetheart, gotta cut our meeting short."—

He seemed to be about to lean back and away from them. But before doing so, he presses the mouth of his mask against (Y/N)'s cheek, sending small shivers through their body with the sudden sensation of the cold plastic.

Ones completely up and off the bed, the intruder actually takes his time to cover (Y/N)'s form with the blanket again, totally unaffected by the fact that their roommate is aware of him and must be trying to call the authorities. Little does that person know that he already took care of her phone...

—"The adrenaline should wear off soon. Sorry that you have to rest in such uncomfortable position, again. But you understand why I can't do anything about it right now, right?"— he says the last part in a somehow playful one as he runs his gloved hand through your hair. —"See you soon (Y/N), sooner that you think."—

And after these words, the intruder leaves the scene. The weird black ties of his costume trailing behind him as he exits the door before closing it.

And just like he predicted, exhaustion began to slowly fall upon (Y/N), their eyelids felt unnaturally heavy, their body slowly going limp and the soreness in their wrists is fading away as they slowly submerge in this restless sleep. They attempt to struggle one last time, a desperate try to free themselves as they hear faint noises of struggles outside their room, knowing that their roommate won't be able to resist the attack for long.

Unfortunately, their body gives up at some point and refuses to move, their consciousness barely remaining awake.

And just as they're about to fall back into slumber, a small tear slides down their cheek as the same damn sentence resonates inside of their mind again, and again, and again...

"See you soon (Y/N), sooner that you think."

[moirasdolly]

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Don’t Kill Me Ms. Ghostface! ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟFem!Ghostface x Fem Reader

Synopsis: You had heard the horrors of Sable’s trial with a new killer. As much as you were curious, you really hoped you didn’t have to deal with her when it was time for your trial. When you do encounter her, you don’t exactly know how to feel. Fortunate for you, things take a turn for the better.

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), degradation, praise, spanking, fem Ghostie is kinda rough and mean, squirting

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Serial Killer - Slayyyter

Notes: I’ve been wanting to write for DBD for SO LONGGG!! I’m happy to get around to it, but of course I have to womanify every character, sooooo have fun with fem!Ghostface 🩷

It had been relatively calm at the campfire all night, after each trial, no one really had anything to complain about. It seemed like the killers were either taking it easy on everyone, or just off their game. Either way, you weren’t complaining.

You were sat with Mikaela and Yui when Sable finally returned from her trial. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of your friend. Her white hair was now matted in the same red that splattered across her whole body. She was drenched to the bone with blood and she looked like she had gone through hell and back in that trial.

Mikaela was the first to jump up to guide Sable to sit down so she could rest before even getting into the details of her trial.

“She was horrible…” She finally mumbled out, recalling the events.

“Who was it?” You chimed in, assuming it would be someone like the Huntress, or even the Nurse.

“Ghostface.” Sable replied simply. Confusion struck your features as you tried to wrap your mind around what she had just said. “She?” Your brows furrowed slightly at the prospect of a female Ghostface.

Sable nodded, not elaborating until she had fully come to her senses. “She was extremely stealthy, more so than Danny. Light on her feet, and strong. Very strong.” She shuttered, closing her eyes at the memories that threatened to flood back. “When she stalked me, I couldn’t even hear a single blade of grass beneath her feet, not even when she lunged to attack me.”

Worry painted your features and as much as you felt bad for your friend, you just hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with her too. You were sure you wouldn’t be dragged into a trial tonight since Sable’s was supposed to be the last one of the night, but it was just your luck that the entity had other plans.

It was you, Feng Min, Thalita, and David that were summoned to the trial and you thanked the Entity for at least giving you teammates you could work with. You had never suffered a bad trial with each of them, so you had hope.

Once the mist had partially cleared you realized you were in the Red Forest. A chill ran down your spine, this place had always given you the creeps. It was usually blanketed in a thick fog, but today it was almost impossible to see even a few feet in front of you at all times. “Shit…” You mumbled under your breath, looks like whoever was hunting you would make sure you had a hard time.

It was eerily quiet while you tugged at the wires of your generator, trying not to make any mistakes. You giggled to yourself, assuming whoever the killer was, was struggling to even find someone, that is until you heard Feng Min’s scream from across the forest. She was downed within seconds, whoever it was wasn’t taking it easy anymore. You were almost done repairing the first generator and you didn’t want any chances of regression, so you hoped someone else would help her out. You felt terrible for letting her suffer, but you were tired and just wanted to get back to the campfire.

The generator came to life, and light illuminated your body before you began making a run towards your teammate. She wasn’t close to the second stage, but you wanted to get there with plenty of time to spare. You halted in your tracks though as David was knocked to the ground directly to your right. You couldn’t quite see who the killer was though, the fog obstructed your view as they bent down and slung the man over their shoulder. David was a pretty tall man, taller than his pursuer, so whoever it was was extremely strong to just throw him like he weighed nothing.

Just like that, two of your teammates were now hooked, and Thalita was nowhere to be found. Usually she was well adept at keeping herself and others alive, so it was odd that she wasn’t at least communicating with you.

You had your answer in a matter of seconds because Thalita’s shrill scream rang out through the thick forest. Feng Min and David’s lives were dwindling down by the second. There was no way you’d be able to get both of them in time so you grit your teeth and decided to just try to save at least Thalita.

The long spindly claws of the Entity had already taken the other two with it, and it pained you to let it happen, but the best chances of your survival was to be as careful as possible. Unfortunately for both of you Thalita had given up and let the Entity take her too. Now it was just you and the killer who hadn’t even come into contact with you all night.

You kept a low profile and weaved through the trees trying to find the small opening in the earth that would grant you safety. The hatch wasn’t an easy thing to find and in one case you could recall yourself taking 20 minutes to find it. A shiver ran down your back as you recalled the trial of your nightmares. Your downfall was your tendency to let your mind wander because you hadn’t even noticed the cloaked figure following close behind you.

A hand adorned in black leather crept over your shoulder and your heart dropped to your stomach. A scream ripped through your throat as you whipped your head around to face,,, Ghostface? He seemed different today though, you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Your eyes widened as the figure crept closer to you, and that’s when you realized it was the woman your friend was talking about. Now that you looked closer you could see long strands of black hair peaking out from under her hood and her body was clearly different than the Ghostface you had encountered many times before.

“Ahh, you’ve noticed?” Her voice was unlike any you had heard before. It was equal parts saccharine and sultry, it was slightly deeper and it made your stomach twist in a way it shouldn’t. Your feet carried you backwards, inching slowly away from her. Sable’s recollection played in your mind and you didn’t want to go through the same horrors, but for some reason you could bring yourself to run. She extended her knife towards you, nicking your cheek ever so slightly. You winced, feeling the blood bead up on your face. It was a small cut but enough to cause discomfort.

“Just kill me and get it over with.” Your voice wavered and she chuckled. It was so low you almost couldn’t hear it, you almost wish you hadn’t though because that same feeling from earlier had returned. As much as you wanted to run and try your best to escape, you also wanted to see what was under that mask. You felt demented for even having an inkling of attraction to someone who was supposed to be killing you, but god her hands were so big… She was so tall… And her voice? You wanted to hear more.

The masked woman shook her head slowly, picking up her pace towards you. You hadn’t even noticed the rickety old shack behind you, and it was just your luck that you had backed so hard into the window that you fell through. You had tried to scramble up to your feet, but it was no use because the woman had managed to slip in through the window and pinned you down. Your heart was pounding impossibly fast against your chest and you thought that this was it. She had every advantage over you and when she raised her knife above you, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the impact and pain. Instead it slammed down into the wood boards to the side of your head. You whimpered in fear at the sudden noise, confused at what her game was

“Sorry darling, I just wanted to give you a good scare.” Her gloved fingers caressed your cheek slowly, a total contrast to her demeanor before. “I wanted to get you all alone for myself. You just looked so cute, like a lost deer in the woods.” Her voice was muffled under the mask, but her intentions were as clear as day now.

“You saw me during the trial? I thought I had avoided you.” Your brows furrowed slightly as she continued to caress the soft skin of your face. “You really need to pay more attention to your surroundings… I was watching your every move when I could.” You tried thinking back to the trial and how you didn’t have a single clue she was near by. You just couldn’t figure out when she could have been watching you.

“I can almost see the gears turning in your head.” She mused, a chuckle rumbling from her throat again. You still didn’t know whether you. were scared or very turned on. Maybe it was a mixture of both, you decided.

“I bet you thought you were being so sneaky, not even running into me the whole night. You are as dumb as you are pretty.” You were itching to retort back, but you honestly couldn’t even think of anything to say. You should have found her belittling irritating, but your desire for her grew even more. A little huff left your lips as you tried to sound at least a little annoyed. She was quite perceptive though. and saw right through your little guise.

The masked woman tugged at the knife lodged into the floorboards and grazed your collarbone gently, careful to not draw blood this time. “You like this? You like being called dumb?” She inched the knife closer to your neck. Reluctantly you nodded your head slowly, deciding that being truthful would save you in the long run.

“What a little whore.” Her voice was low behind the mask and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath her, feeling that familiar churning feeling in your stomach. “Fuck, you probably liked that too huh?” The other woman couldn’t help the chuckle threatening to spill from her lips. You were quickly becoming her new favorite pet.

Her knife had been discarded in favor of using her hands to roam your body. “How about this, you give me what I want, and I’ll let you escape. Does that sound like a deal?” She offered, her hands playing with the hem of your tattered shirt. “What do you want?” You tried to keep a steady voice, but you were nearly trembling with desire. She leaned closer, the mouth of her mask grazing your ear, “I want to absolutely ruin you.”

Her warm body pressed against your own, awaiting your answer. “Yes please.” You finally breathed out. The other woman wasted no time bending you to her will. In seconds you were flipped onto your stomach and your cheek was pressed into the cold floor. A gloved finger ran over your spine and down your lower back, sending chills down your whole body. “How cute…” She admired how reactive you were to her. If she wasn’t careful, she’d become addicted to seeking you out every trial that she could.

Her rough, gloved hands grabbed at your hips and forced them up, your back arching as you were pulled into the new position. An almost too quiet gasp slipped through your lips as she tugged at your shorts by the belt loops. She slipped them down easily, letting them pool at your knees to reveal the little lace panties you wore. Your face heated up and you cursed yourself for wearing something like this to a trial. How were you supposed to know your killer would see?

“I bet you wanted this… You probably do this with any killer who catches your eye.” She drawled on, you didn’t like what she was insinuating. You shook your head adamantly, “No!” You answered a bit to eagerly. “Just you…” Your voice had lowered a bit after your outburst.

She hummed, content with your answer. “And it will only ever be me. Yes?” Her tone left no room for argument, and you were completely at her mercy. “Yes.” You knew you sounded desperate, but fortunately for you the masked woman seemed to like your eagerness.

She let her hand fall gently on your head, stroking your hair gently, “Good girl.” You could almost hear her smile under the mask as she cooed. She wasted no time slipping your panties off too, letting them join the shorts that gathered around your knees.

You felt incredibly exposed under her watchful gaze as her hands roamed your ass. A curse left your lips as she let a heavy hand strike you before soothing it over with her gentle touch once more. You felt the delicious sting of her leather gloves again and again until tears streamed down your face and you were begging for her to do something to relieve the aching between your thighs.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Her tone was smug under that mask, she knew what you’d say already.

“Yes! Yes please!” You were downright begging for her touch at this point. you just needed any friction at all and you’d feel better.

At your pleasing, you felt her hands leave your body and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper in protest. You couldn’t quite see what she was doing behind you, but you did here the sound of something dropping to the floor. The next time she touched you you felt the flesh of her hands without the leather barrier.

She slid her hands down your thighs before pushing them apart roughly, exposing your arousal. “Fuck please.” You whined out when she finally let a long finger graze your folds. She was as cruel as ever as she took great amusement in barely touching you, leaving you to cry out in desperation.

She must have been getting impatient too because finally she sank a finger deep into your core, curling it slightly before pulling almost all the way out. You wanted more though, you needed more. You slowly rocked your hips back in timing with the thrusts of her finger so you could feel her even deeper. She worked another two fingers into you with ease, you were so wet you didn’t offer any resistance.

Her fingers felt like heaven on earth and you felt like she was reaching places in you that had never been touched. With every curl of her fingers and lewd moan leaving your lips you felt closer to coming than before, and you were spurred on by the masked woman’s dirty praise.

“You take me like you were made for me, sweetheart.” Her sentiment was proven easily when you gasped at the sensation of her other hand rubbing circles on your clit. You couldn’t say anything but incoherent slurring of your words. You were nothing but putty in her hands, so pliant and easy for her to play with.

“‘M close-“ You whined out, feeling an intense surge of pleasure as the other woman continued her ministrations. Her pace had quickened and was now ruthless against your cunt.

Without warning, a quick spurt of liquid streamed from your weeping cunt. You cried out as you squirted, making a mess out of yourself, and your killers lap. “What a messy girl.” She cooed, almost condescendingly. She showed no sign of slowing down until she noticed your legs shaking and your small cries of protest. She wiped her hands on her lap before trying to wipe your legs down as best as she could in the current situation. Shrugged your underwear and shirt back on and you felt yourself go limp on the hard ground.

“So fucking cute…” She mumbled from under the mask before picking you up and slinging you over her shoulder. If she was going to kill you, you’d let her at this point. You had no energy to fight back after the way she had fucked you. To your delight you heard the faint hum of the hatch as she drew nearer to it. She let you down easily, making sure you could stand before letting you go completely.

Her hand made its way to her mask, lifting it ever so slightly, just enough to see her mouth. Her lips curled into a cocky smile, making you yearn to see more of her. “Until next time, sweetheart.” She let her mask drop back down, and you were dumbfounded. If her lips were that pretty, you wondered what the rest of her looked like. “‘Til next time…”

Once you had returned to the campsite through the hatch, Sable and Mikaela were there to welcome you with questions about how your trial went. “You look like you had a rough time, are you okay?” Sable’s voice was laced with worry as she eyed you up and down. Your eyes widened slightly, you were glad they weren’t suspicious, but you had no idea what to tell them. “Yup! Just a typical Ghostface match.”

[lukabitch]

Sorry if you requests were closed and I didn't see but could I get yander wesker eliminating the other survivors in a trial to get a male reader to himself?

Hell yeah a yandere request! Honestly been a hot minute since I’ve wrote someone as a yandere. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Yandere stuff obv, violence, blood, obsession, typical dbd stuff.

So sorry about the wait for this I’ve been sick and just started feeling better.

The screams of your teammate echoed in the distance. It was a haunting sound that went through the air, but all you could do was sit there and focus on the objective. Wesker was always a bit weird towards you. The comments he made about you being the perfect specimen to rule beside him. It was unusual but didn’t go further than that, though.

Wesker was determined to have you as his. He knew you were the one, the perfect specimen. It started out as interest in experimentation, you seemed very strong-willed. Eventually, it grew into something more. Maybe his dreams of ruling the weak were behind him, but in this new realm there are new opportunities.

Slowly one by one he picks off your team, always making sure they’re killed in front of you. Somehow, your hope didn’t waver even when face to face with him. You were too busy trying to get the last generator done to notice your teammate has long been quiet. When you did notice it was too late, Wesker had caught his prize.

It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned to a nearby wall. “There you are, I expected more of a fight than this.” His tone was incredibly snarky, and that smirk of his made it all the more embarrassing.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Your words were extremely bitter. He just laughed at your question, his grip on your throat tightening. Now you’re very creeped out he’d usually just kill you, but he wasn’t.

“I just want what I deserve, and what I deserve is you.” He felt you swallow hard, suddenly that confidence you had was gone. “Don’t start showing weakness now.” You were trembling underneath him, fear giving you the adrenaline rush you needed to push him away.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. Only a minute and he has you back in his grasps. You struggled until whatever energy you had was gone. “How naughty for my handsome boy to try to run. I’ll be gracious enough to let it slide this one time.” He was purring into your ear, pulling you tight against his chest.

Something slimy slithered up your chest before digging into your skin. You hissed and hit Wesker as hard as you could. “Stop it hurts, please.” He would just hush and tell you it would be over soon. Kisses were placed on your forehead in a weird way, it did sooth you.

Everything was starting to get fuzzy. Your limbs were going numb, a static like feeling going through them. Eventually, your vision was going black, and before you passed out you hear Wesker mumbled something about a deal.



[help-the-horse]

DBD Ghostface/Legion thoughts

So lately I've been thinking harder on the dead by daylight lore and characters and how the entity works and how all the characters interact with each other within the trials or otherwise, and I had a few thoughts on specifically the way the legion gang interact with Ghostface and vice versa. As a disclaimer I am in no way a lore aficionado, especially on each individual Legion character, so I think of them more as a collective (which they are and the game wants you to think of them that way but besides the point, Anyway) if I happen to get any important lore beats wrong or if you wildly disagree with me that's all cool I just like thinking about all the little horror guys in the running in circles game.

SO the main thing I think about is how the Legion and Ghostface have an absolutely HORRID rivalry. The Legion are essentially true crime fanatic punk druggie young adults and end up killing almost as a happenstance and not necessarily because they are bloodthirsty and sadistic in the same way I believe Ghostface to be. Now yes of course I am aware that the Ghostface of dbd is not canonically the same as what we see in the original film/franchise but I would imagine the attitude and mentality are basically the same. I see Ghostface as a character who kills for the thrill of it, for the control over others at the most basic level, thriving off the chase and manipulation and the actual action of the killing and seeing the life leave someone. On the other hand, I see Legion as more "posers" for lack of a better term, they kill because they think they should, because that's what they aspire to be, not because that's what they actually are. They are outcasts from society first and foremost, and the killing is just an extreme result of their anger with how they have been outcast.

So how does this influence how the two parties interact? I think that the Legion see Ghostface as what they wish they could be/think they are but know they are not. Ghostface is an actual brutal serial killer before being brought into the fog, Legion fantasized about being serial killers before they were brought into the fog. I think this would cause a never ending rivalry, where Legion is constantly fighting to get more and increasingly gruesome kills, working to elevate themselves above Ghostface and prove in some way they can "play with the big boys" and aren't to be mocked or taken less seriously. On the other side, Ghostface absolutely revels in the fact that Legion gets so angry and defensive, he loves the fact that he doesn't even have to try when all the Legion seems to do is struggle. Legion keeps tallies for how many they've killed, Ghostface takes his victory photos and throws them in a shoebox and forgets about them. Ghostface can kill alone, the Legion members are a group of individuals who work together to up their kill count.

Ghostface would be completely unfazed when all the Legion members group up on him, because he knows he's ultimately a better killer and they know it deep down too. Legion is fighting to fit in, Ghostface is in his element. This is also not to mention the at the very least widely accepted theory (if not canon I'm not sure) idea that Ghostface is actually the favorite killer of the Entity, being that he seems to have a more prominent connection to the fog through his stalking animation and that the tendrils of his clothes float, having more of that ethereal/eldritch power from the Entity.

Anyway, just a fun thought I had as I learn more about the dbd lore. Might do more posts on how other survivors/killers would interact amongst each other, just have to think about who would have some fun dynamics. I'm always open to suggestions!

[clairdelunelove]

A Light in the Fog Pt.I

dwight x reader, jake x reader, ace x reader, leon x reader, dbd survivor x reader

genre: fluff/comfort, based on gameplay!

warnings: cursing, brief mentions of injury (what's expected in dbd)

synopsis: a collection of various dead by daylight men and sweet, heartwarming interactions you have with them during Trials!

a.n. this isn't the usual programming but I figured to share just in case I have fellow dbd simps out there! also pls lmk if you play!! I need more friends that play dbd 🥺

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dwight fairfield

aka: nervous leader

there it is again

the materialization of your incessant, solid heartbeat that felt like your rib cage was going to crack open whenever the killer was close 

serving as an ominous warning for what was about to come next  

the generator blows up beneath your imprecise fingers and a curse tumbles out of your mouth before you can consider better of it

and the crude expletive startles dwight 

“sorry,” you hastily apologize before continuing to work alongside him, “just sounds like they’re close to us.” 

dwight, however, maintains his swiftness while tugging the colorful wires within the generator, “you don’t need to apologize. just try to keep repairing.” 

and although he desperately tries to steady his voice, you notice the nervous bounce of his knee because he’s aware that the killer is notified of your current location

honestly, he’s an enigma that you’re unable to solve 

dwight carries the characteristics of being a pronounced leader,, locating and increasing the efficiency of teammates whenever he was in Trials 

at times, however, his jumpy behavior or how you’ve caught him biting at the tips of his nails contradicts all previous logic 

but he’s always like this: incredibly polite yet remarkably strategic 

a reluctant brave leader 

in your peripheral vision, you observe the methodical way his fingers pull at the wires,, how his dark brows furrowed from atop his thick-rimmed glasses due to his unrivaled concentration 

and his efficiency bolsters a wave of confidence to wash over you 

“good,” dwight hums in encouragement when the two of you work in flawless tandem, “that’s more like it.” 

soon, the shared generator is more than halfway progressed,, the increase of repair speed having a huge impact 

but the dire presence of the killer is forewarned in a vicious screech 

you both need to make a run for it 

dwight’s eyes hurriedly dart to yours before he tactfully orders, “get going, I’ll finish this!” 

it’s an executive decision,, one that forces him to contemplate so thoroughly that the edge of his hand comes up to push at his glasses 

“what? no,” you shake your head while desperately yanking at the wires in hopes of repairing the generator quicker, “we’re almost done with this and I can’t just leave you here.” 

and the second half of your sweet comment has his expression softening because, of course, he knows you’re worried about his well-being 

a corner of his lips lifted at the sentiment and it’s such a rare occurrence that you’re left stunned while he reassures you, “you’re always looking out for everyone but listen to me: let me watch over you.” 

and sure, dwight’s voice cracks during his confession (which stiffly tumbles out of his mouth) but your cheeks heat up regardless while his next words send you sprinting away with a stronger mentality 

“now,” he pauses to send you a single, assured nod, “show me what you can do!” 

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jake park

aka: solitary survivalist

typically known as a solo survivalist,, not the type to become sidetracked during Trials 

prides himself in his ability to adapt in any circumstance 

an excellent teammate to have, especially in the Realms that are centered around the woods 

yet, he’ll struggle with building connections outside of Trials and is often found replenishing his toolbox alone while the others are gathered around the campfire

not the best at socializing due to his rebellious nature and tendency to flee when pressure grows, he’s uncertain on how to interact with the other survivors 

dark eyes scanning the group, he’d be vigilant yet silent in group settings like this 

everyone’s conversing,, attempting to take the edge off of the uncertainty of when the Entity would beckon them into another Trial  

light chuckles could be heard but the rare noise doesn’t sway his attention 

his fingers work methodically to clean off varying vice grips before laying them carefully in a metal toolbox resting by his feet 

and it isn’t until you sidle in the space beside him does he glance up 

“jake?” 

his name on your lips sounds soft, friendly, and it immediately snatches his attention, “(y/n).” 

it’s silent for a couple seconds,, but from the corner of his dark eyes he notes the skittish smile you offer him at the casual mention of your name 

you’re fumbling with something 

“made this for you to use in the next Trial,” you beckon for him to take the item from your hands, “I figured it might be helpful.” 

his gloved hands brush against makeshift cutting wire made from jagged metal wire and two wooden handles 

it’s an attempt,, that much is certain by the irregular and ragged notches in the design 

but the sentiment is unbelievably sweet 

“for me?” 

the question sounds foolish coming from him but his awkwardness is overlooked by you when you eagerly nod in response 

“you sure?”

just from the shape of it he’s aware that the cutting tool could be used to sabotage hooks (an action he’s never rationalized to commit during a Trial,, yet, it’s a consensus that he’s one of the most agile survivors that could pull off such a feat) 

but your blind, compassionate trust in him is the most relevant factor that he’s dazed from 

a bright grin tugs upon your lips at his realization, “of course. only you can pull it off, jake.” 

and it’s this initial encounter that sparks the habit of jake risking his life to sabotage any hooks whenever you’re being carried by the killer 

it’s a strange deed,, how the solo survivalist abandoned his previous ways if you were even in an ounce of danger 

because he’s sprinting to your rescue 

the time nor place never dwindles his ability to locate the closest hook, slide beside it, and grant you the chance to wiggle out of the killer’s grasp– all while clutching onto the cutting wire you gifted him 

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ace visconti

aka: lucky gambler

“ace, you can’t just keep giving me items during the Trial.” 

your exasperation is lost on the male, however, because he’s already tipping the edge of his cobalt-colored hat towards you 

he’s a gambler 

a lucky one at that 

will continually push his odds of being caught in the basement while looting the permanent chest that’s tucked away in one of the dingy corners 

“just for you, sweetheart,” he casually mentions while bestowing the offering to you 

his breathing is absurdly stable,, considering that he trekked across the entire Realm just to personally hand you the gift 

pressing your lips in a firm line, you halfheartedly scold, “time is wasted if you keep this up, ya know.” 

and, naturally, he shrugs his shoulders in feigned apology while shooting you a charming grin

despite your reprimand you’re still curious on what he gifted you this time 

fingers digging through the contents, a noise of complete awe leaves your lips, “oh, ace.” 

because nestled in the middle of the medkit is a plastic bottle of styptic agent,, used to stop wounds from hemorrhaging 

highly beneficial to use while healing yourself or another teammate and the rarity of the item equates to it being incredibly valuable 

“it’s great but I can’t take this from you,” you pause to close the medkit, “you should have it.” 

his bright eyes peer down at you from behind his shades,, noticing the hesitant sweep of your gaze upon inspecting the item in your hands 

but ace has different plans 

shaking his head, he proceeds to place a gentle hand on your shoulder, “keep it. it should come in handy.” 

and of course it’ll be useful because you realize there’s even added gauze within the medkit to heal a couple more injuries 

it’ll give the team an advantage 

“it’s just a lot,” you fiddle with the box’s metal handle, “this is really good loot.” 

his brows shoot up at this but coolly responds, “what can I say? I’m just a lucky guy.”

he’s bargaining with you, you know that– except he isn’t expecting anything in return 

ace’s charismatic grin is contagious and soon a bashful smile dances on your lips 

and you’re not sure if it’s the warmth of his touch or the persuasive drawl of his voice,, but you cling onto the medkit with earnest

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leon s. kennedy

aka: rookie police officer

“leon!” 

the holler of his name causes his wide eyes to land on your crouched figure 

naturally, you’re leaning into the side of the generator to pull at a bundle of wires and increase the probability of powering the exit gate  

he treads forward before dropping to his knees to assist you in repairing the generator, “fancy seeing you here.” 

and his voice is warm, welcoming, and everything that you adore about leon 

his uniform is slightly covered with remnants of blood and dirt but otherwise he seems safe  

“you scared me,” you sheepishly explained and gestured to the locker he just emerged from, “you need to tell us before you do that!” 

your chiding is only for show, however, because the mutual infatuation you both share for each other is blatantly obvious 

from lingering stares and giddy smiles, your fellow teammates are well informed of the potential relationship 

which is why the third person that was helping you complete the generator stands up to leave 

but not before giving you a discreet wink 

and needless to say, the rookie cop comments about the strange behavior, “I– what was that about?” 

he raises a brow but is immersed with guiding your fingers to the correct cluster of wires 

responding with a quick shake of your head, you wager a glimpse at him when he abruptly digs in his belt pouch 

“oh, before I forget,” leon opens his gloved hand to reveal a flashbang, “I got something for you.” 

before you can sincerely thank him, he drags his hand up to scratch the back of his neck and murmurs, “in case you need it.”   

and the sun’s sweltering rays only emphasize the tips of his reddened ears 

“is this what you were crafting in the locker?” 

you attempt– really, you do– to steady your voice but the gesture is just so overwhelmingly wholesome that your tone wavers 

and your hands instinctively raise to cover your face before you add in muffles, “I’ll keep it then.” 

he perks up at your declaration,, light-hued eyes glistening at the knowledge that you’ll hold onto his flash grenade 

a soft grin dances on his lips, “okay.”  

and there’s a comfortable silence that settles amongst you both 

that is, until leon piques up, “you know, you’re kinda cute when you’re embarrassed. gimme your number when we make it out of the Trial?”

[yanderes-galore]

NO WAY YA OPENED FOR DBD AGAIN? Oh hell yeah!

I wanted to see Yandere! Frank concept so badly for a while 😫🤌 so please could you do that? 🥺❤️

Sure! I can do a concept with him alone :) Romantic as it's hard to see him as platonic.

Yandere! Frank (Legion) Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Murder, Manipulation, Biting, Marking, Blood, Mind break mention, Jealousy, Forced relationship, Unhealthy power dynamic, Intimacy implied, Toxic behavior obviously.

Frank is violent and immoral, the leader of the Legion.

We can also assume he has charisma and is intimidating enough to get three other people to not only commit crimes, but murder for him.

Frank would be Possessive, Sadistic, Cruel, Manipulative, Forceful, and Obsessive.

He's a yandere that expresses a sense of ownership over his darling.

He doesn't want anyone else touching what's his.

Other survivors are met with a knife in the gut out of envy towards them...

They get to spend all their time with you, while he has to wait to be summoned.

Frank's also a bit possessive when other killers get you in a match.

Next match he has with you, he's demanding you tell him who else you were with.

Frank, as a leader, is controlling.

He expects you to listen to him just like his pertners in crime.

Even more so as a survivor, he's the one who's armed here.

He's possessive enough to mark you.

He corners you, lifting his mask just enough to nip at the skin on your neck.

He doesn't care if another survivor sees, he'll just kill them.

As far as Frank's concerned, he wants you covered in his marks.

That can be biting or cuts from his knife.

The more the better in his mind.

"This shows everyone just who you're bound to... got it?"

As a killer, he likes seeing you bleeding all because of him.

Trust him, this fate is better than being sacrificed to some eldritch entity.

Plus he lets you live in his matches!

He may be cruel, manipulative, and sadistic... yet he tries to convince you he's your best option.

He knows better than to only to subject you to pain.

Frank loves a good power dynamic, cornering you and pinning you on walls during trials.

He does everything to make you crack.

His knee between your legs, softer kisses on your neck, just enough to make you yearn for more.

He has a balance between his sadistic desires and his obsessive affection.

"You want me just as much as I do you, I can tell."

Frank also takes out his jealousy on your fellow survivors.

Each frenzy, he digs his blade into their flesh.

He laughs at how pathetic they look.

Such weak people never had a chance with you.

He's the best for you...

Always will be.

Frank loves it when you fight back.

The feeling of you struggling against his stronger body works him up.

He wants you to scream at him.

Scream in anger, pain, pleasure.

It doesn't matter.

Show him he has power over you... show him you belong to him!

"Go on, fight me! Show me how you really feel!"

Frank's end goal is to break you.

It's his strongest desire.

The thought of making you his obedient plaything entices him.

It's bound to happen at some point, right?

You see your friends die time and time again...

He targets you each and every time...

Then he shows you how you drive him crazy.

If you break, he assures you he'll be there to pick up the pieces.

He'll rebuild you and do it all over again.

All because you're his...

He'd never let anyone else touch you.

"I'm the only one to break you... I'm the only one to love you...!"

[risingsh0t]

for the initial asks: f or e?

hehe thank you shell!! 💖

faye chapel: star trek. she's a xenobiologist and the younger sister of canon character, christine. always feels like she's in her successful sister's shadow and that's caused a huge rift between them... made even larger by the fact that faye decided to join the discovery crew when they permanently jumped ~900 years into the future. she struggles with coming to terms with her decision.

fitz: he was literally born like 2 days ago LMAO, so still a wip! dbd again <3 an android historian from the future. he's on the run from his creator, but ends up in the realm thanks to him.

elodie tabris: my dao warden. she's fiesty, she's full of guilt. everyone in the party helps her better comes to terms with who she is and what she's fighting for. and ofc she survives. she gets a happy ending with zev, so help me god.

estella hawthorne: my captain from the outer worlds. she's very charming, but also very goofy. she was previously a hacker, so it's still pretty new for her to be a leader and the Face of something. but she discovers she's kinda good at it.

[mememanufactorum]

Things I’ve said out of context (June 2023 edition)

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The creature has finally appeared.

Hate this. Fucking hate this. Goddamn fucking hate this.

Yeetus deletus.

My room might be getting dangerously close to becoming 50% methane.

Don’t tell me you too are intimidated by the mcnuggies.

[name] literally so brain blunted that he doesn't even realize he's naked on a beach until someone specifically points it out to him. It’s perfect.

How are you supposed to prove you’re better than [name] by jobbing?

WHAT ARE THEY SCORING FOR?

AH I SEE. PUT YOURSELF INTO A POSITION WHERE IT DOESN’T MATTER.

[name] going for blocks like he’s playing in 800 ping.

It's only when a ball's flying towards his face that [name] remembers how to dodge.

[name] ACTUALLY DEFENDED THE GOAL? THE FUCK?

Shit’s lit.

Bruh got bullets put up his ass for saluting a fallen comrade.

RING FINGER. WHAT WAS EVEN THE POINT THEN?

How many times in a row can [name] get thrown through a glass display case.

How many times can [name] get hit by a car.

Although ACTUAL WATER BULLET PHYSICS had me thoroughly entertained at least.

So it's starting to get a little creatively bankrupt in the "Let's find new ways to physically hurt [name]" department.

So I might be making a little fucky wucky.

Oh holy shit. We actually have Korean BBQ.

If I die in the next 24 hours, you’ll know why.

I feel marginally more awake than I did before. Marginally.

PUSHING BUTTONS.

WAIT, BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE EATING DONUTS. WERE YOU EATING, LIKE A MARTIN LUTHER OR SOMETHING? A BURGER SANDWICHED BETWEEN TWO DONUTS?

This sounds like some SS13 shit.

I don't think the Bang did shit for me. I am right back to feeling like I did before I drank it.

I am also in the shrine. My shrine.

Everyone can’t wait to not play it.

Why can’t we get Gary Busey in DBD?

I hope she ass gets the poetic justice treatment.

I'm just trying to watch a Japanese man spend 3 days in a net cafe room. I ain't ask for a near 3 hour ad.

I offer you nothing more than the silence of shame at that pun.

Bros, you want a cheap ass Keurig with Pokemon stickers slapped on it?

This isn't even the weirdest Japan thing I've seen today.

I literally just watched a video about anime VN video games made about Uno.

I know I do literally no damage, but my self-sustain though.

[name] apparently made Clara so strong that she broke her internet.

Here's everyone's regular reminder that Lucina and Kaine have the same voice actress.

My source may be that I'm making this the fuck up, but how else do you explain it?

You don’t know what powers you invoke.

I just had to fucking double check to make sure I didn't just somehow make it up in my own head.

Let me just firmly root myself in reality for a moment.

This exists. We can all confirm this is a thing that exists.

The Jhammel’s just gonna grow its head into the giant voidgate on the moon, look Zeromus dead in the face, and call him a bitch.

Time to interrogate everyone you know.

For once, a batshit comedy anime gave me practical knowledge.

Time to fucking burn the chair.

Because when you steal from the criminals' monetary depository and then suddenly turn around and try to pay them back for the same exact amount that got stolen, they're going to most likely put two and two together.

WHO WANTED MORE SMALL SOLDIERS?

Things are beautiful just before they die, struggling until the very end.

Let me make something clear here: Just because 2 out of 3 of us aren’t a threat doesn’t mean I’m still not a threat.

[kanona56]

I tried to read your fic because the premise is interesting but tbh the fact that you claim to not be a poc puts a bad taste in my mouth, especially because its obvious you're not. Its so tiring seeing poc characters being written by people who obviously don't know what to do with them or write them correctly. Most of your fic is Philip being portrayed as weak and afraid which isn't a good look for his character or your view of people like him. Do better, and maybe do some research while you're at it.

I...

Listen, I've already been through this. I don't know if you are among the same people who raided me and cried to me not too long ago about writing a black character as a non-black individual. If you are, kindly screw off my blog. Click the back button on my fic and move on if it bothers you, it's literally that easy. I'm not dealing with this again.

If you're not, allow me to tell you something: The fact that your interpretation of Philip's very clear symptoms of PTSD and anxiety is weakness and fear says a lot about how you view his character and people like him. For God's sake, Philip's canon lore even describes him as a man who has witnessed unspeakable things as a child and an adult and who has literally lost everyone and everything he's ever loved. He is a genocide survivor.

Consider the fact that, on top of his mountain of childhood trauma and his often crippling anxiety, he's just been kidnapped by an Eldrich God and tossed into a new world where nothing makes sense and he's bound to die over and over again. Of COURSE he's going to be exceptionally vulnerable and sensitive. Of course he's going to have a mental breakdown. Of course he's going to get so overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity that he'd succumb to a panic attack or two. That's not weakness, my friend. That is the effects of trauma on a broken person.

I'm not going to say my depictions of Philip and his struggling mental health is a perfect representation, but I can and will say that I've done my damn hardest to be as accurate and plausible as possible within the world of DBD. I've done my research. Hours and hours worth of it, actually. Sorry that it wasn't enough for you, although I suspect no amount of research was ever going to please someone like you. :)

[forcedhesitation]

okay so of course this doesn't work as survivor, because despite getting nice killers, the other survivors are massive assholes and steal my unhooks. at maximum I get one hook because steve cannot outrun other survivors if he's teleporting constantly due to lag.

I swap to killer instead because at least it's easier to guarantee hooks. get an absolutely filthy squad of the fog's nastiest little bastards who bm me all match, and then trash talk me in end chat for trying to farm. like... do you ugly worms think I want to be farming? as a high prestige killer? do you think I would not have enjoyed cleaving the meat from you, rather than trying to guess if ghostface actually hit you or if he's still where he was standing 10 seconds ago? be serious.

wicked awesome that there's only 2 days of the dumbass blood moon event left and both my internet and the NA west server connection is literally falling apart at the seams

[gamerkats]

Dead by Daylight Opinion

So, we finally played DBD this weekend, and wow.... We can honestly say, we haven't played a game this bad in years. It's our new Worst Game Ever. Why it has so many high reviews is completely baffling.

If you enjoy the game, that's good. Games are meant to be enjoyable. However, we recommend you keep scrolling, this isn't for you. Or better yet, tell us why it's good, because we obviously missed the point.

For anyone else interested in our opinion, we think you may not want to waste your time and money. This is a game designed with basically no challenge or strategy. It's boring.

As a Survivor, you spend an eternity holding down one button to then occasionally press another button as a "skill check", and wait to become someone's torture doll.

As a Killer, you are insanely overpowered, can see all the locations, and outrun everyone. And no Survivor has anything that could possibly challenge you in any way. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Our Suggestion Wishlist:

Turn off the Killer's ability to see generator locations. The whole point is to hunt, so let us hunt! (Maybe you could mark a gen when you found it?)

Make the Killers the same speed as the Survivors; how are they track and field stars??? Out running Survivors, as a Killer, was so boring. There was absolutely no strategy to catch them. It was like mowing down a runner in an alleyway while driving a car.

Body armor for Survivors...how is this not a thing?

Makeshift weapons as Survivors. You're telling me, that when my flashlight is empty, it's not a projectile? It's now the world's most useless handbag?

Puzzles, for the love of God, make us think!!! Give us labyrinths, and combo buttons, and secret doors, and distractions, and places that need a key to be entered, or locking a door a Killer needs to "skill check" to break.

Skill Checks for Killers when breaking pallets or putting people on hooks. How badass would it be to have a skill check showdown at the hook??? Like the Survivor struggles and the Killer struggles, only the best button presser wins.

Make Survivors more than torture dolls. Let them set traps, throw things (like a distraction or to stun the Killer), hide in place for longer than 90 seconds, pull your friend off a Killer's shoulder, and use/carry more than one object at a time. Why are these "humans" so inhuman? It's weird and boring, and feels like the designers never watched a horror flick in their life, nor wanted the Killers to have a challenge.

Remove the ability for Killer's to Camp or Tunnel. Make Killers play the game and stop being lazy. Have them keep a distance from any hooked Survivor, and they can't hover over a downed body for longer than 15 seconds; either hook 'em or back off a distance. Also, they can't hurt the same Survivor after a certain amount of time once they are unhooked. Now they have to hunt fresh blood.

Give Survivors alternative things to do. Why do Killers have all the fun stuff, but Survivors get the same "fix generator, try not to die"? For Killers, you can play many characters with fun powers. This makes the replay high. For Survivors, everyone is the world's slowest mechanic, and that's why you were sent to generator Hell. Why not have alternative escape methods? Like you could find 10 keys to unlock the Gates instead of fixing generators. Or you could cleanse the grounds dispelling the Entity by setting up 20 Seraphim Totems (that the Killer could break, so you'd have to do it again). Or simply run around and survive for 10 minutes while the board gets smaller and more rooms get cut off by the Entity. Or even have to Kill the Killer, by making them fall for some kind of trap. You'd never know your escape method until you loaded into the area, and then you need to assess and strategize quickly.

Anyway, we could go on about how the designers missed the mark of best hide and seek game ever, but we'll just say, this game isn't for us. It's completely unbalanced, and gets old fast. It might be fun if you're playing with a full team of friends. But when you're playing with strangers, as a Survivor, expect for the Killers to be completely unfair, unkind, camping, tunneling, jerks who will leave you incapacitated on the ground and teabag and beat you for a good long while before finally hooking you. And as a Killer, expect to be super bored of winning after your fifth round, unless you're the jerk mentioned above.

After all the hype, we were expecting so much more, but ultimately found vastly more entertainment and strategy in Wytchwood (we'll post that opinion later).

[dragonsinkwell]

sim sim sala bim 🦋 💌 💥

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

~Everything~, honestly I struggle a lot these days about, if anyone will find my work fun to read and worth the time. It's... uh, kinda why I haven't managed much lately, sadly.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Bandaged Kiss is the one with the least kudos on my AO3. As for something good to say about it, I think it's got a good emotional set dressing. The emotions I wanted to convey were easy to pick up and felt honest.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Me, sweating: I don't have much in the way of WIPs at the moment, honestly. I have a few ancient requests in my drafts that have some bits and pieces to them. The most I have I think at the moment that counts as anything 'new' is a DBD Ghost Face scaffold idea that I in my better moments think could be kinda cool. Ever wanted to one up a killer? Kinda wish I had more incentive to play with that Promised Year series, with dragon!Satanael, too. I have bits and pieces for that, but never got anywhere since the first part didn't get a lot of response so I worry about how good it really is.

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2023 Blog Schedule

Heyyy bestiesss, Emile here, how are you guys? I hope your 2023 has started off better than mine — I’m currently recovering from COVID after testing positive on January 1st :/ It’s been an awful experience so far, please get vaccinated and get your boosters! I’ve had mine, and had most of my boosters but put off getting the most recent one, and now I’m suffering for it. I don’t want any of you having to experience what I am!

Moving on from that, I’ve decided that from here on out I’m going to have a yearly schedule for this blog! I want to post more content without putting tons of pressure on myself, so this year, I’m going to be focused on twelve major projects, one for each month! Keep in mind that I will also be posting some flash fiction for Dead by Daylight at the same time — that’s because I’m in a writing club for it and it’s only 200 words a week, which is pretty low stakes for me, and some of these projects will be centered on the long-term projects going on in that club (signified by an asterisk). Anywho, I want to get into the current list, with their summaries:

January — Jean Kierstein x Pregnant!Reader

posted on 31 Jan 2023 — Cashmere and Cradles

February — Margaret Yamaoka (DBD OC)*

posted on 27 Feb 2023 — My Name is Margaret

March — Porco Galliard x Reader (College AU)

who knew that the aftereffects of a night of drinking would turn out to be so much more than just a hangover?

April — DBD Killers*

ya’ll remember HISHE’s superhero cafe and villain pub? yea, well… here’s my take on it

May — Fezco x Elle (Euphoria OC)

Elle, a girl from way out of town, visits her college friend McKay’s hometown for a weekend.

June — Adiris x Carmina Mora*

happy pride, from two beautiful, cursed, tall ladies in the fog to you!

July — Aaron Davis x Reader (already in progress)

when young and educated y/n’s given the opportunity of a lifetime, she plans accordingly. her life is finally starting to be perfect, until suddenly, it’s not anymore. her friendly neighborhood bachelor, Aaron Davis, helps her pick up the pieces, as she unknowingly makes him see that there’s more to life than being a villain.

August — TBD*

this bi-monthly community challenge has yet to be set.

September — Twee (Bella Sara)

Twee is often treated differently by other horses in North of North, and eventually the foal strikes out on their own.

October — Jester!Ji-Woon Hak x Princess!Reader*

Ji-Woon mysteriously appears in y/n’s kingdom as the new court jester, but he’s come for more than just laughs.

November — Ekko x Anemone (Arcane OC)

A child twice-orphaned fighting to bring power to the people, and a child without her mother, being used as a pawn in her remaining family’s struggle for power. This is the story of what happens when flowers manage to bloom in unexpected places.

December — TBD*

this bi-monthly community challenge has yet to be set.

If any of these projects interest you, please let me know which and I’ll place you on a taglist for them when I post them! I’m intending to limit myself to just these, but if I feel inspired I’ll probably pump out some other works, especially during Spring cleaning since I have so many babies sitting in the drafts, haha. Oh! Also, some of these are multi-chapters, like the Aaron Davis x Reader, Ekko x Anemone and Jester!Ji-Woon x Princess!Reader :) Happy browsing and happy new year!