#survivor headcanons

[stuck-in-the-fog]

Headcanon:

Because of the newfound relationship between their respective killers, Haddie, Sable and Mikaela have become close.

All three seem to like stories of the paranormal, especially all of Haddie’s stories about her ghost hunting activities while outside the Fog.

[lavolien]

Dead By Daylight height headcanons part TWO

original male survivors!

dwight fairfield: 5'6 that is a little dude to me

jake park: 5'11 I LOVE YOU JAKE PARK

ace visconti: 5'8 the argentinian-italian genes in this man go crazy i know it

david king: 6'1 he has to be a big dude to win his fights!!

adam francis: 5'9.5 not sure why but i also think its silly that nea would be taller than him because i hc he tutors her :3

jeff johansen: 6'2 i doubt anyone will disagree jeff has to be a big guy

felix richter: 5'8.5 he's german so not massive but i feel like hes definitely below average for german men, i dont really know why? just vibes i guess

jonah vasquez: 5'6 partially because i hate him partially vibes

vittorio toscano: 5'9 because he's from the 1300s and from my research, men in the 1300s were shorter than today. i don't think hes super short though as his physical build does not look like a shorter man

renato lyra: 5'6.5 partially because he is brazilian and partially because i see him as just a little guy so he's shorter in my eyes :3

gabriel soma: 6'1, due to him being a test tube baby i feel like he was engineered to be taller and stronger in order to be proficient in most things. though i'd love to think he was shorter, i truly think he has to be pretty tall because of all this - plus since he's from the future, men from that time are likely taller on average!

bonus, since she wasnt released when i made the female version, sable is 5'9! im not fully sure why but i think tall girls r so awesome so :3

[whumpbby]

You know, that bit about "If you offend someone, make sure it's not Yunmeng Jiang and not their Leader specifically!" is just so fascinating to me.

Because - what happened?

What the hell happened to solidify the Jiang as the "find out" of Jianghu??

Like, sure, Sandu Sengshou "killed Yiling Laozu" so you probably don't want to mess with the guy - but a whole sect?? "Don't mess with them or they'll clap back" is a bit of a different fame than "he's torturing demonic cultivators!" - that former is an experience-based life advice.

So, what happened? Did JC punch someone square in the face during a sect conference? Called Sect Leader Yao for a duel and kicked his ass? Fucked up a bunch of trade representatives when they tried to take advantage of the fledgeling Jiang sect??? Took Jin Guangyao's hat and held it out of his reach????

And exactly how trigger-happy are the Jiang disciples to be known as the people you don't fuck with???

I need to know what the hell happened!

[sunnslinger]

All of my slugcat designs / interpretations. Wanted to try and keep a simple approach but still have fun with it! Individual designs found below the cut.

Survivor

Monk

Hunter

Gourmand

Artificer

Rivulet

Spearmaster

Saint

Iterator line-up hopefully coming soon, very excited to work on all of them!

[hey-heigo]

happy pride month

[maskedteatime]

'you're a good man, 7n7'

everyone hates you, everyone except one

[machveil]

zombie apocalypse au? with König?

CW: zombies, zombie killin’, minimal, nondescript gore - it’s more focused on the characters than the zombies

Survivor!König whose been isolated in the woods for a year. the outbreak got bad while he was on a deployment and he got separated from his team. he’s a survivalist at heart, grew up escaping into nature as a child and well into his teens. he knew how to make a shelter - something sturdy and durable, built with thick logs and packed with mud. he doesn’t leave the forest often, minimal supply runs into small towns to scavenge for medical supplies and equipment

Survivor!König that’s only interacted with the undead for the better part of the past few months. he has no problem killing them, outpacing wandering corpses and overpowering them - he might be a couple pounds lighter from rationing his supplies, but König is still a beast. he taunts them, voice low before putting them out of their misery. he stopped feeling bad about killing them a couple weeks in, the mentality to survive overtaking whatever pity and grief he felt. he briefly ran into survivors early on, never saw them again. if König has any feelings towards other survivors in this apocalypse it’s a silent hope that they’ll live to see another day - pessimistic thoughts clawing at the back of his head that they’re truly gone

Survivor!König who wakes up in the middle of the night, a scream cutting through woods. he’s hesitant to go out, these current times unfortunately becoming a dog eat dog world. he expects that cry to fade out into the cool night air, but to his horror it gets louder. someone’s running in the direction of his makeshift cabin. he knows the undead aren’t strong enough to break down the walls, his door has a barricade from the inside, he doesn’t need to investigate. but, against his better judgment, he moves to open the door

you, he can vaguely make out your figure running in the dark, the sound of leaves and twigs crunching. faint groaning following you, it’s stupid. for all he knows you could be infected, running despite being bit or scratched, but König moves before he can think. despite his hulking size he quickly, silently, intercepts you - a rough, calloused palm slapped over your mouth. despite your panicked squirming he manages to drag you away, manhandles you back into his wooded home. barricades the door the shut as soon as you’re both inside, back to the door as he holds you. “Ssh.”, quietly hissing for you to quiet down, grip firm as infected pass by

[phantomvegetable]

Ghostface x Deaf!Reader

you had a heartbeat like no other tw’s: like one bad word, stalking, danny being danny

Danny would never get tired of the thrilling thrum of his prey’s heart whenever he closed in on them.

The Entity allowed him—and all other killers—the enticing privilege of hearing a survivor’s quickening pulse the moment he came within striking range of his targets. It was like the low hum of a bass that reverberated in his own sternum, lighting every cell on fire with a tingling sensation. It was addicting.

And it never got old.

Here you were, his new obsession: sweating profusely, grimy with dirt and grease, working tirelessly—or was that anxiety Danny smelled? probably both—to repair a generator he sunk his boot in minutes before to aggravate the progress of his puny victims. And, like a moth to the flame, you flew right into his trap. If Danny could purr, he would be doing so right now.

Covered by the shadows, you suspected nothing, until the costume-clad predator took one, tiny step forward, and immediately the air shifted.

Electricity shot up inside of Danny as your head and heart jolted, your chin swiveling left and right to find the source of impending doom within the rubble. Like a drug, your heartbeat had Danny’s brain doing somersaults and his body shivering in anticipation, and instinctively he flexed his fingers around the concrete he hid behind. He wanted to get closer.

Stealthily, he used the broken building to his advantage; creeping around corners and blending with the shadows until he was a ghost away from your presence. Upon closer review, Danny observed the round, flesh-colored objects obstructing your ears, causing his head to tilt. Were you hard of hearing?

A terrible, crude grin stretched behind his mask. Even better.

Like a cat, Danny wordlessly crept behind you until he could reach out and barely scrape the back of your nape with the tips of his leather fingers, earning a sharp gasp and full-body shudder from you. The goosebumps were hard to miss. Danny chortled.

You immediately whipped around, giving Danny full view of your face. Wide, petrified eyes and a gaping mouth pulled taut in fear; hair disheveled from the quick movement, strands sticking to your forehead from perspiration. Delicious pheromones wafted through the mask into Danny’s nostrils, and he inhaled deeply the scent of terror like it was oxygen. It almost gave him a buzz, but that’s not what he came closer for.

Knife withdrawn, Danny traced it along the floor towards you, making sure you felt the vibrations as much as he heard the scratching. He trailed it up your arm and across your clavicle until the blade was right against your throat, making sure to press just hard enough so that when you had to swallow, you would feel the promise of death.

“Ah,” Danny all but sighed as he took in your horrified state, loving how still you were forced to be. Drastically, his mood shifted to one of seriousness, which you somehow picked up on as he felt your pulse spike. “You,” Danny spoke as he pointed an index finger in your face, fluidly shifting his hand until his thumb and pinky were extended in an upside down y-shape, “stay still. Understand?”

Careful not to aggravate the knife biting into your skin, you curtly nodded, blinking owlishly up at the killer. Pleased, Danny smirked before leaning his head down, placing an ear over your chest, and—ah. There it was.

Dump, da dump, da dump dump dump.

Like music to his ears.

At a loss for, well, anything, you remained rigid, fearing for what might happen if you moved even an inch. Sweat continued to build on your temple until it ran down your face, sliding off of your cheek and onto your pants. Ghostface didn’t seem to mind this. If anything, he cuddled even closer, the movement causing your heart rate to spike.

Ghostface groaned, a noise you felt bubble from his throat and ripple through your chest until it popped into a hot flush in your face, making you extremely uncomfortable. Was he going to kill you or smother you to death?

The pressure at your throat increased, and you decided he would do both.

Taking a few more minutes to relish in your rapid heartbeat, Danny sighed, knowing this precious little moment would come to an end.

But that meant killing you. So, it was a win-win, really.

As he pulled away, Danny made eye contact with your wild gaze, something that he knew he shouldn’t do. The pleading, teary-eyed look you had had his heart cartwheeling all over again—possibly even moreso than the enriching thrum of your heart. The next time he had his camera, Danny would make sure to snap a relic of it. Sighing, he sat back on his haunches.

“Fine,” He hissed, huffy and dramatic, “you get three minutes to run. Capeesh?”

When you didn’t reply, Danny rolled his eyes from beneath the scream he wore and raised both hands (knife tucked beneath his thumb), striking a finger down for every second you had remaining to get your ass up and run.

Acknowledgement flashed in your eyes, and quickly you scrambled to your feet, knocking your ribs into the generator on your way out. The hiss you made makes Danny chuckle, and slowly he gets up without finishing the countdown. How naive of you to trust him; he was a killer, after all.

The sound of your terrified heartbeat follows you out the door just as Danny does, ears tuned to the enthralling thumping that had him closing his eyes. He would never get tired of this.

[cozylittleartblog]

8th annual nick valentine post! fallout 4 npcs Love sitting. they'll see a chair and ask "is anyone gonna sit here" and not wait for an answer. its like nick is on a personal quest to sit in every chair in the commonwealth. if he sees a chair its on sight

its because his joints are bad, obviously. he's like 140

[racusebi]

Hello! My first actual post here, so uhhh have my headcanon design of Survivor scug!

Might continue this as a series :3

[hexbimbo]

Here’s looking at you pookie 😘❤️❤️❤️

[valewritessss]

I just remembered how much guilt Annabeth must have from watching Thalia die protecting her, momentarily thinking Percy sacrificed himself for her at the arch, thinking Percy was dead for 2 weeks from blowing up saint Helen’s on her quest, Luke stabbing himself with her knife, and Arachne pulling her down to Tartarus and pulling Percy down too.

She must feel like they suffered because of her, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel guilty about that. Not to mention her stepmom made her feel like it was her fault the monsters attacked her and put her brothers in danger.

[thekingbiscuit]

Wild burned his hands during one of his arson adventures and can't cook, Hyrule is already excited about trying to put something together for the group instead.

They hope legend, the harsh truth dispenser of the group will talk some sense into him, but unfortunately they forgot that Hyrule is the only one he likes, so when they find him he's already in his bunny form eating grass and pretending he doesn't speak common.

BONUS: twilight, unable to accept reality turns into Wolfie and starts trying to eat grass too, which is what finally gets legend to break character to call him a dumbass, but it's futile because wild is also there on his busted hands eating grass too because he wants to feel included.

Hyrule simply assumes the grass here is tasty and puts some in the pot. Everyone but legend and Hyrule go to bed hungry that night.

[d34dg1rl5]

Dbd hc drabble

Trickster

• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.

• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.

• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!

• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.

• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).

• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.

• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.

Knight

• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.

• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.

• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.

• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.

Frank (Legion)

• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.

• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.

• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!

• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(

• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

• This mf.

• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.

• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!

• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.

• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.

• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).

• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.

[suja-janee]

Bireena request: 2/5 (request from anonymous)

Uhh slight boobie warning under the cut vvv

The titan versions get along a little TOO well hehehehehehehhehehe

[machveil]

Do you think immune!konig would be desperate enough to test to see if his virus spreads to another uninfected person, so he can potentially safely have his partner in his arms?

Perhaps they meet a one off survivor and he would subtly do small things to test on them. Maybe letting them use a cup/bottle he used prior. Pricking a finger to put a drop of blood in their food. Not sure if he'd try to lay with someone else for the sake of being able to be close with his lover again though.

Up to your interpretation 😈

Immune!König scenario where he does, but it’s further into the apocalypse (maybe, like, eight+ months. get him really desperate for any solution to touch you without stressing himself out)

CW: low-key kidnapping of a random survivor, König testing if he can spread the zombie virus to a living person, uhm… angst (so very sorry, whoopsies)

Immune!König who comes across a survivor while scavenging. a scrawny little thing with tired eyes focused on picking up scattered items in a long since abandoned store. König stares. eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, having to go further and further out to find supplies. longer periods of time where he leaves you alone, locked up in your room, barricaded and praying you’ll still be there when he returns. when he returns and still, months later, feels dread over touching you. footsteps quiet as he approaches the survivor from behind, he shakily breathes out - maybe he isn’t really infected? maybe he can’t spread the virus. maybe it’s worth an experiment, you’re worth an experiment, and, selfishly, König wants to test it

Immune!König who clasps a hand over the survivor’s mouth, hauling them up as they kick and thrash. a strong arm wrapped around their waist as he hoists them up, gaze a little distant as he walks to an employee’s only room. expression blank behind his masks, hands working precisely as he binds their wrists and ankles, secures them to a chair. König stares. drained blue eyes looking at the poor soul he’s bound, there’s no good way to go about this, unease churning in his stomach as he watches them. it’s for you, this is all for you. drool pooling in his mouth, throat tight as he brings two fingers up to his mouth. König wants to devour you, to taste you on his lips, savor you on his tongue

Immune!König who forces his spit soaked fingers into the survivor’s mouth, he’d cup your face so gently. their frightened and confused gurgling falling on deaf ears, you always mewled and moaned so prettily for him. he winces when they try to bite down on his fingers, you wouldn’t hesitate to suck on them. he pulls them out, wiping his hand on his pants, gaze cast down as the survivor coughs. König waits. chest tight as he sits against a wall, cold eyes staring at them. this is for you, for his schatz. this is so König can hold you without a care in the world, smother you with love while everything else rots

Immune!König who comes home to you, refuses to look you in the eyes. he sits on the cold floor, knees tucked against his chest as he wraps his arms around his legs. quiet. he hears you trying to speak to him, your concern laced voice in one ear, out the other. he’s quiet until night falls, frozen in place as the moon rises. pale eyes looking at your sleeping form, getting up to stand next to your side. König stares. throat tight as he breathes out. you look so peaceful, the way they thrashed and snapped at König shattered his heart. a soft smile on your lips as you dream, inhuman growling that made him feel sick. you wanted him to join you in bed, but monsters like König don’t deserve to rest with you. he’s no better than the monsters stalking the streets