#silent-daylight-james

[proving-thyself]

James was running around a corner during a trial when a Dwight ran face first into him. Ouch... the wind was knocked out James and he thinks he saw the poor Dwight's glasses go flying. "Oh god I'm so sorry." he breathed... "Are you okay?" James checked on the poor guy immediately @silent-daylight-james

Lucky was quickly absconding from a gen he’d just blown. He didn’t know if he’d been close enough to the killer for them to notice, but he wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out. Not with his luck. Just as he’d felt he was probably far enough away for it to be safe- he ran directly into someone’s chest, bounced back, and fell to the ground on his ass. His heart skipped a beat for a moment before he realized it was just another survivor. This exact scenario had played out all too many times with him running face first into the killers. He sighed in relief. And then winced in pain.

“Ahh, it’s alright, James… Better you than the killer. That’d be just my luck.” He laughed a little as he rubbed at his sore face, before he realized his glasses had in fact been knocked off. Shit. He looked around hopelessly, scanning the ground around him, but everything was just shapes and it was dark enough that the grass looked just as black as the thick frames of his glasses.

He squinted at James up above him, holding a hand out for help up off the ground. “I’m okay… My fault, I’m sorry. Did you see where my glasses went? Can barely even see your face without them…”

[dwight-furfield]

James was searching for totems he knew the killer had ruin so he wanted to get rid of it. He checked in one of the corners and found something he didn't expect..

A mostly white cat with some tiny bits of black fur. "Oh my how did you get here?" He crouched down to get a closer look. @silent-daylight-james

Dwight had recently tried helping out with totems. They took him much, much longer to get rid of, but in the long run - especially if the killer paid him no mind - it benefited the team greatly. He'd lost count of how many times a potential NOED had been thwarted by his efforts.

He was in the midst of shredding the twine holding together a totem when he heard a voice behind him, startling him and causing him to turn around with his tail bushed out in fear -- that is, until he recognized the survivor as an ally. He blinked slowly and peered up at him quietly, looking around and perking his ears in mild alarm before he relaxed and smoothed his coat out again. Okay, no sign of the killer. "Hello," he mewed, returning the curious gaze. James, then - he'd been in trials with different ones before. He recognized that sad face. "I, um - I'm Dwight."

@silent-daylight-james

[jakebark]

"Oh hey.." James says as he notices Jake drinking.... "Oh wow! Lucky! you got yourself some booze!" "Have we met? There are so many copies I don't think your my campfires Jake but I'm not 100% sure. " James sits down nearish Jake but not too close cause he knows that most of the Jakes dislike people in general. @silent-daylight-james

It took a second to put a name to the face. James, right. Jake hadn’t interacted with many before, or really ever; there were some survivors he just saw every now and again and barely learned the name to and this guy was one of them. He seemed friendly enough, though. Jake offered a crooked grin in return. “Yeah it’s lucky,” he said. “I dunno what I did but the Entity popped a whole little crate down of ’em.” He poured a bit into a cup—a slightly more moderate amount than he usually drank himself because he didn’t want to make assumptions about someone else’s problems—and offered it to James. “More’n I could drink on my own. Want some?”

He didn’t recognize this specific survivor either, and James didn’t seem sure either. He shrugged. “Don’t think so,” he said. “Or not for long enough that it’s mattered.” Jake was pretty sure if this guy knew him, anyway, he would recognize him. Jake was… considerably different than other… Jakes, both in appearance and action. Damn, he didn’t like thinking about that. It was always weird imagining multiple of himself running around, and he was lucky enough that he never really met any of the others, because he did not know what he’d do at all if he ever did meet one.

[alexrainbow]

What I look like when I launch Silent Hill 2

[snowsupply]

Drew my DBD mains together🫶

[silenthillsource]

Dead by Daylight ↳ SILENT HILL Collection

[w3thands]

TW: Sad man from Silent Hill 2 ;-;

btw, i dont know what to draw now so i would love to hear your suggestions or requests (im not gonna promise to draw them all). Also i have an Instagram acc (im there more often )

[dead-end-draws]

Have you seen a red pyramid thing 🔺🔪 around here anywhere?

[ask-albertwesker-dbd]

we have all the alignments of blonds, Felix the good blond, James the neutral blond and you as the evil blond. though I question how an interaction between you all would go..

[sosik-heh]

Im a little late :]

Translation: "I'd put you in my trunk.

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[mrkotets]

Teaser of the next meme

[v-is-for-vore]

Instead of silent hills, it’s freaky hills

[dwight-furfield]

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As Ace ran the killer, Dwight focused on shredding up the totem. It was a lot harder knowing there was less time on the line, especially since the Wraith had more than likely seen the pair near his totem and planned on heading their way once he’d cleaned up the already bloodied-up Ace and strung him up.

Which is what happened mere seconds later after having such a thought, which made the fur along Dwight’s spine lift as he worked more anxiously, working his claws until they ached so he could finish in time. “I’m trying,” he said, sounding panicked as the shimmering figure approached, making his tail bushed out as he dove in with his teeth to pull and rip at strings frantically.

As soon as the Wraith clanged on his bell, slowly uncloaking, the last few strands of twine snapped and the a harsh wind flattened his fur again as the hex crumbled and a thunder-crackling sound filled his ears, collapsing the last of the bones. “Go!!” he yelped, scrambling to dash away from the killer in time -- he just hoped that James could get away in time, too. If only it hadn’t taken so long!!

[dailyfigures]

James Sunderland ; Silent Hill ☆ Gecco

[sxmberus]

Maria And James 🦋

A super stylized maria and a james from my sketchbook

[navaleriane]

that choking scene from first boss fight lives in my head rent-free

can’t imagine what was going through james’ mind when that tongue came out