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lorimnnn · 1 year

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Hello, would you be so kind to write for some DBD killers? If so, could you please write some headcanons on Max, Kazan and Anna taking pity on a survivor reader? She has been hiding away the whole trial and they find her shaking in a corner, hugging her knees and crying. She is so scared that she can't move and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a weak "I just want to go home"

Than you in advance! 💗

absolutely!!!!

i do apologise for taking WAY too long with this, sometimes a lack of motivation trumps all, no matter how good the request is!

I hope what I've written is plenty enough to please you...

also, keep requesting guys! I love seeing your messages turn up in my inbox <;3

cw: canon-typical violence, gore, some swearing, panic/anxiety, but mostly just angsty fluff, ngl

DBD Killers With a Scared!Reader

Max Thompson Jr.

Initially... he's so confused. He doesn't know what to think, first, but avoids you as an issue to deal with later. I'd like to think the Hillbilly prefers to take care of the more difficult survivors, first--- he's just like that.

His screams terrify you. You can hear the sound or people getting torn apart and you've never been particularly fond of torture. You were a sensitive, emotional soul, and so, very kind. But make no mistake. The Entity meant for you to be here--- whoever the "Entity" was, anyway.

At this point, everybody had left you behind to fend for themself. Since the Hillbilly was an unsubtle butcher, it was easier to elude and avoid him--- giving them time to try explain to you and encourage you to do your part. But it just went in one ear and out the other. You were terrified, after all. Eventually, they just gave up and let you be, crying and frozen with your hands clamped over your ears.

How did it ever come to this?

Now you're the only one left. Max doesn't notice you at first, you know, since you're new. He thinks he's taken care of everyone, but he doesn't understand why the trial hasn't ended

Then he hears small, breathless sniffles

Whips around, confused

His chainsaw growls at his side and the crying grows louder as he nears. He hunts you down and just... finds you. Raises the chainsaw above his head and is about to kill you--- but then you look up at him, completely defeated and vulnerable, wet-eyed and quivering

You don't even try to run at that rate. How can you? Where will you go? You've never been here before. But it looks very far from home

I think it's the hopelessness in your life that makes him pause

he's completely quiet and just standing there

And realising that nobody is coming to help you, you burst into more violent wails

"I want to go home!"

Awkwarddddd

stands there watching you tear up and inwardly panics

doesn't know how to comfort anyone. his parents were terrible and tortured him, and because of his prison in the walls, he never got to make any friends

he's grappling with the feeling of duty

it's not the first time survivor's have cried before, but it's the first time one has cried and not looked at him with complete disgust or hatred. you're crying because you're scared, yes, and obviously scared of him... but it's like you're giving him an opportunity to win your trust

he finally gets to be more than an angry villain... and he's unsure where to start

so he puts down his chainsaw, first. turns it off and everything, then just chucks it somewhere behind him. he'll go find it later

you're watching him like a deer in the headlights as he gets down on his knees and carefully scoots towards you

you flinch when his hand descends close to your face... and then rests on your head

*pat pat pat*

You're still so stiff, so terrified, but your tears are beginning to cease in passion

seeing your reaction feels like a reassurance, so he does it again

a bit harsh with it though

"ow..." you say when it starts to feel like he's hitting you. "that hurts..."

oh my gosh he feels so bad

hand retreats immediately

makes a sound that has you deflating completely, because you realise he's trying. he's truly trying, and is just not very good at it

he's completely defenseless, too

you realise that with a flinch, because it means that this disfigured, monstrous killer is trying to appeal to your trust, telling you he won't kill you

you soften up a little

you fear that when he stands up because you're taking too long, he'll grab the chainsaw again and make it quick. but you don't want to die--- you saw everyone else get chopped up and you don't want that to happen to you

max stiffens when he sees you beginning to move on to your hands and knees, crawling towards him. your face is still wet but now they're full of hope, not just undiluted fear

"can... can I have a hug?"

he's so scared he'll crush you

in all honesty maxie's never gotten a hug before. he's not used to this kind of gentleness, just violent anger

so he opens his arms up slowly, jerking like a rusting machine, inviting you in the best he can. trying to smile at you, even though his face doesn't allow. it's like his hatred for his disfigurement has just been renewed--- he wishes he could look nicer, just for you

definitely has a moment where he's like, "what the fuck am I doing right now?"

very well knows the entity may punish him for this

can't bring himself to care

not when you curl up against his chest between his knees, your sobs starting up again as you grip into his clothes, holding yourself impossibly close

absolutely melts

a natural at adapting to the cuddle

wraps his arms around you like you're delicate, though. not the firmness you need but it makes you feel so special and so cared for that you just cry harder, burying your face into him

max cannot believe this is happening rn

a new, alien kind of warmth floods through him, protective and strong. he strokes your arm gently and lets you cry, wishing he knew how to help, cursing himself out for the fact he doesn't

jumps when you speak, "will I ever go home again?"

his heart practically breaks. he doesn't want to shake his head, but he has to. he doesn't understand why he hates it when you cry, but he allows it.

and he promises that he'll do everything in his ability to protect you, and make sure you never have to cry like this again

all in all a 10/10 touch-starved baby. would probably fall a little in love with you when you recover, shaky hands reaching to pull you into another hug, but not knowing if it's okay.

will bridal carry you into the hatch and drop you in, heart breaking all over again when you scream and fight to reach for him, hands desperately fumbling for grip on his clothes

but he'll see you again

just you wait, sweetpea

Kazan Yamaoka

an asshole. he's so driven by rage that he most likely won't notice at first. just destroys and destroys, reaping destruction in his chosen path

this means that you won't even have a chance to talk to the other survivors. they know how kazan is and they'll send you an apologetic glance as they all scatter, wishing they had more time to explain but knowing if they didn't work fast, they were all done for

you're on your own, kid

let's say you're a good climber. shakily, you haul yourself on to the roof and choose there to hide, because for some reason... nobody ever looks up. ever.

until the end

kazan is wracking his head for a solution--- why isn't the trial ending? hasn't he won? he killed them all... hooked, mori'd, he'd lost count. but he knew the faces of the survivors he hated the most to the ones he still couldn't stand on a lesser scale and was sure he'd made a mess of all of them. but still, the trial continued

which meant a new survivor

so who was it?

where was it?

drives himself insane trying to find you. for all his rage and godlike pride, he's not the brightest

only realises you're on the roof when you start hiccupping, panic increasing tenfold when you realise you're the only one left. You don't know about hatches, you don't know about anything. Nobody explained anything to you

And now you're stuck with a flaming, angry monster

you can't even scream. it's stuck in your throat, muffled, choking on it--- you can only watch as kazan gets closer and closer. he's even angrier than usual--- did you mean to trick him? did you plan this? of course, you wanted to make a fool out of him

approaches you with audible, potent breaths. he reminds you of a hungry lion on the prowl, an apex predator approaching you, unrivalled. proud. ego hurt.

you back away

there is no remorse in this samurai, you can see it. you're scrambling back with your hands still on your ass, sniffling. and then you slip.

it's completely clumsy and stupid. you're at the end of the roof and you didn't realise, and now you're on your back, nothing to grab on to, and rolling off the edge.

kazan watches you smack against the ground. he expects you to get up and run away again.

but when you cry out, a vulnerable, naked cry, innocent to pain like this, he stops.

he watches you sob harder, muttering to yourself. "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I just wanna go home..."

and your eyes are clenched shut, like you're praying. don't you know your wishes are futile, here? the Entity is not a merciful god, nor is it kind

you curl up into a ball and just lay there, and he can only stare

he starts to remember how your teammates didn't even help you. they only cared for themselves and their own survival. dishonourable cowards.

they'd left you stranded, and none of them had noticed

he supposed he could try and understand their positions. they were in a high-pressure situation and they could only do what they needed to do, lest they be butchered by them premature to even the middle of the trial. but still

there was a special kind of fear you honed that made him almost feel... bad

it took him back to his youth. he remembered his dead father. that man had not been innocent to bloodshed, but he had been innocent, no less. and he had died. dead in a way he did not deserve

you reminded him of his father taking his last breath

that day, he had failed to protect his family and honour his last name. he had not been a warrior that day, but a coward

and seeing you was a painful reminder of all his regrets

so he sighed

and carefully made his way towards you

you didn't even notice him until he grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched in your throat and you froze all over, more tears surfacing to your eyes

but the feared oni only scoffed

"I'm not here to hurt you. I would have done so already if that were the case."

you sniffled pathetically

he loosened his grip on your face

being gentle had never been his strong suit. it had been a while since he'd had such an opportunity, to be responsible for someone else's comfort. be the person they needed

swallows when you melt into his touch

your entrance had been a rude one, after all. he was the only person who'd ever stopped and attempted kindess with you in this hell hole. the other survivors had neglected you

"your arm is broken?"

"i... I think so."

"The Entity will fix it."

"Entity?"

sighs

gently explains to you where you are and what's going on. at this point, he has squatted down to sit, less beast and more man... and you have finally sat up, cradling your arm as you scoot closer. kazan has noticed but hasn't said anything, unsure of your movements but certain of your weakness

does not expect you to throw yourself into his arms

the impropriety!!!

kazan is an Edo-era samurai, come on

freezes up like he's been violated

"s-sorry," you whisper. "I just... I need someone. Please. To tell me I'll be okay."

relaxes

pity begins to transform into sympathy and something else, something that makes him feel responsible for you. Like a dad or something, or maybe even more. a possible companion

won't get ahead of himself, though

strokes your hair like a domesticated cat and eventually hauls you into the little cradle formed in the centre of his crossed legs

you're baby now

not that you're complaining

kazan is as warm as a furnace and he's the first comforting thing you've had in a while. against your will, your entire body melts and you become liquid in his arms, much to his pleasure

he finds he... may like this

he's never really given tender affection like this before. sure, he had his family, but that had been purely for the upholding o his dark legacy

now that's over and immortalised, and there's you

he doesn't mind you

remember that kazan is very headstrong and emotionally driven. he kills everyone in an episode of unparalleled anger. so of course he starts to see you in a certain way--- his little deer, little one, sweet creature

depending only on him

of course he'll take care of you when he puts it like that

but alas, he can't keep you here forever

"Little one, we must part. But I will see you again. I will make sure of it. You will be strong when I see you next time. You will not cower. Do you understand?"

You really don't, but tearfully, you nod. you don't want to disappoint and it pleases him that you care to appease to a monster at all

leads you to the hatch with one hand on the back of your neck. sends you off with an approving nod.

you'll never know how softly he smiled at you that day

Anna

with her hunting skills, you have more luck being obvious than you do hiding and being subtle. you hiding and being subtle was what gave you away immediately

and also, Anna loves a challenge

the other survivors tried dragging you around with them, explaining, but it was all in vain. you weren't moving. you weren't doing anything but crying

they gave up and abandoned you when it compromised their own safety to be around you

but some stayed

who was it? leon. of course it's leon. he's too noble, too kind-hearted to leave you behind

he tries to defend you when Anna finally approaches, but he can't

you feel your entire world break apart when she mori's him right in front of you

that's when your hardly-contained sobs turn into silent, breathless whimpers, more tears streaming down your face and your chest quaking as you fight to breathe

you can't breathe

noticing how you aren't even moving away, Anna will pause

she will look at you, consider your state

do you enjoy being such easy prey?

maybe, maybe not

she takes her time to study you because you're not going anywhere and even if you tried, she'd be on to you in seconds

you're staring at Leon's mutilated body, hands curling into the dirty

i think that's when it hits you this is very real, and there's no escape

you're absolutely done for

and you're terrified because of it

and as Anna approaches, you can't even back away. too in shock, too scared, to helpless and vulnerable

who is this woman, so sly and stealthy, murdering all of you one by one? a rabbit mask on her face--- a real rabbit, too?

and why is she hesitating to kill you when she didn't hesitate to kill Leon?

little do you know, Anna's soft spot for little girls has been triggered

it just has to be the way you're curled up, knees to your chest and arms helpless beside you, fighting to curl around your legs when there's no strength to hold them there

you just look so... small

like you need someone

Anna will feel slightly bad that she killed the only person who gave you any sort of momentary security

after all, Anna knew what it was like to be left completely alone

the feeling of loneliness was unparalleled and the fact you looked so... defenceless made her feel even worse about it

at least the other survivors had their own skills

you were obviously new to all of this--- did you even know what you could do?

poor baby

immediately decides she will spare you. fuck being a survivor, you're helpless and you need someone, even if that means her, a killer. you need her

motherly instincts absolutely activated

you squeak pathetically when she crouches down beside you, arms looping beneath your knees and back

you can't even scream when she lifts you. what the fuck--- what are you doing, what---

she lifts you so easily, too. doesn't matter how heavy you are. remember her strength is increased by the entity, and she can hunt bears and stuff. she's strong

and she's... she's rocking you like a newborn baby...

anna sings to you. she sings the lullabies her mother used to sing to her and hums into your ear, trying to calm you

soothe you

it works, if only slightly

you're still not ever the fact that she brutalized Leon like that RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

and she does feel guilty but she isn't sure there is anything she can say to you to fix that

your eyes are just too innocent

it's very clear to her that you've never seen blood before. at least, not like that

not to that extreme

starts babying you until your cries cease completely

whispers to you comfortingly in Russian

you vaguely understand a question she keeps asking you: what's wrong? what is it? what is the problem?

at least, you think so

you just look at her tearfully, about to burst all over again and say, "I just want to go home!"

at that moment, her heart breaks for you

and she feels so much anger towards the Entity, because can she not see? is this some joke?

you are the last person deserving of this kind of hell

you reminded her of the rabbits that used to roam her forest. they were so vulnerable and weak

but they had their own tenacity she was sure she would see in you

puts you down and holds your hand, then starts tugging you along

you follow dumbly, with a bewildered expression on your face

her message is very clear: "I'll get to you in a minute. Let me take care of something first, okay?"

holds your hand tighter when she hooks and mori's the other survivor right in front of you all over again, feeling that you're trying to run away

it's like she's trying to each you something

shows you how to hide and the best places to do so (and pretends she can't see you when she forces you to practice)

it's giving father-son catch except it's more so mother-daughter hide and seek

not very fun on your end and you get more and more freaked out but you find you'd rather be favoured by the killer than hated

by the time there's nobody left, Anna will reluctantly lead you to the hatch

she doesn't want to let you go

she might even offer things to the entity to keep you as her little daughter

she knows she could protect you much better and hates the idea of seeing you hurt when she just knows the other killers won't be as merciful

they won't understand

feels so possessive of you already, but knows that either way, the Entity will take you away

So she pulls you to her, kisses your head

then shoos you off the hatch like a mother duck bidding farewell to her duckling

you just stare at her, confused

does it again

realising that she wants you to jump into the unknown door in the ground, you start crying again

no! no! don't do that!

hugs you in a panic and pets your hair

depending on how severe she will pick you up again

and in either case, she will have to--- broken heartedly--- send you off into the abyss as you sniffle

"please don't make me go..."

oh trust me, she doesn't want to

but she'd rather not find out what the entity will do to you

strokes your hair and gives you a gentle push

she'll come back for you, y/n

mommy's proud of you!!!

yay! I did it!

I hope you enjoyed this, nonnie. this was so fun to write.

please keep sending me requests!

oh, and remember to reblog and follow!

lorimn <3

#dbd #dbd x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader #the hillbilly #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni #the oni x reader #the huntress x reader #dbd killers x reader #dead by daylight #dbd headcanons

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nbnaruto · 2 years

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Personal headcanons for the older Grayson bro Danny au:

whenever Dick comes over Danny threatens all the ghosts to stay in the zone on pain of second death

Red Huntress deals with any rampaging nonsentient ghosts while Dick is in town, he thinks she's cool as fuck but that feeling is diminished when he sees her and his brother's weird fucking flirting (for whatever reason Dick doesn't tell B about the ghosts or he does but B doesnt believe him, you decide)

Dick has very minor ectocontamination from being around Amity for so long, it's basically non-existent but now he has slightly longer canines (baby fangs!), an eyeshine, and cold ass hands (nothing to the extent of the Fenton kids who are constantly extremely off-putting to anyone who isn't from amity park)

Bruce: Did you have fun staying with your older brother this weekend?

Dick, who is usually an utter troll: Yeah, hunting down the reanimated food was kinda weird but I think that's just how the Fentons bond

Bruce: that's nice, Dick

Dick visits whenever he needs a break, Danny heads to Gotham/Blud to hang out when he misses his lil bro. They video call whenever possible and Dick is added to the fenton kids groupchat

Early on Danny phased through into the mansion basement out of curiosity and distrust of billionaires, he doesn't know why he's surprised (guess he will just have to ask Tucker to have his phone rigged to notify him of any Robin related vigilante activity that hits the news)

Amity park is pretty cut off from the outside world, no one there recognizes him as Richie Grayson and 90% of the population think batman is a hoax or aren't even aware he's a thing, whenever he visits he's just seen as Fenton's little brother.

I love yj Dick's creepy ass laugh so I'm keeping it and guess what? It's genetic. 3 goosebump-raising cackles coming right up

Dick teaches Danny and Ellie trapeze, Danny is kinda shit at it but it's fun bonding time anyway

Ellie has absolutely convinced Dick to set fire to a Valdco warehouse with her

Danny and Ellie have an ongoing competition trying to convince Dick that "Space/The ocean is coolest!!", they get into fist fights over it. Dick thinks it's funny so he will never pick a side (they're fun fights not I'm mad at u fights, it's cool)

Dick is the goth one, I will not elaborate

#dp x dc #danny phantom #this au is running circles in my head #unrelated headcanons:#jason is only a bit more ectocontaminated than dick since its not like the lazarus pit brought him back to life #it just healed him #Red huntress knows about danny being phantom #also red huntress is called red hunter in my head cuz the suit is much more androgenous and she wears a voice modulator #maybe crimson hunter? there are way too many reds #GRAY GHOST REAL #im a gray ghost truther 1st and person second #not related at all but i wanted ppl to know #i have more but i cant think of them rn so this is all #oh wait maybe Red Hunter/Huntress is part of justice league dark #as a treat for me personally #red hunter sounds kinda lame doesnt have the same finesse as huntress but whatever #too bad huntsman is already taken in dc #older grayson bro au #mine

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slashy-hanako · 3 months

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Dead by Daylight Killers Being Jealous

Reader insert, no use of Y/N, gender neutral.

This is my first time writing on this account, I hope you like it.

Characters included: Anna (Huntress), Caleb Quinn (Deathslinger), Danny Johnson (Ghostface).

☠Warnings: Blood and gore, strong language, sexual themes.

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♥ Anna - The Huntress ♥

Such an athletic and skillful woman would prove to be a great challenge for anyone looking to reach your heart. Behind the mask, there is a face marked by war and famine but still beautiful with its modest charm. Anna is a territorial lover, you are hers and anyone who crosses the line she sets will meet her hatchets. She is violent with her impulses, you would have to stop her from acting upon simple interactions you might have with friends, such as friendly hugs or hand-shakes. Anna does not try to hide her feelings, it will take a good time to educate her about the boundaries of what is appropriate, and even if she loosens her grip on you a little she will still overreact if she sees someone actively flirting with you.

It was a cold evening, you found yourself shaking even near the campfire, your body trembled and your skin arched in response to the chilling wind biting through your defenses, even with a coat the fog seemed to swallow all the heat from the surroundings. You could not bear it any longer and indulged in the request of a survivor to keep you warm, lying by their side so they could wrap their arms around your frame. You knew they liked you, and it felt terribly wrong to allow them to be this close just because you needed it, still you ignored the thoughts and closed your eyes. You felt warm and were finally able to sleep.

As the hours passed, your slumber was interrupted by the feeling of strong hands holding your waist, it was not like the other survivor who had kept you warm through the night, it was different. You felt the hot breath of the broad figure behind you, so close to your neck, the voice that hummed a lullaby was the familiar one of the Huntress. You were shocked, wondering how she got there, but you remained silent as she embraced you tightly and placed a leg over you, you were being squeezed and it was all the warmth you ever needed.

When she left, after you had proper rest, the camp was empty; she had scared all the other survivors, luckily violence was not allowed outside of trials, but she would sharpen her hatchets to focus on a certain someone who dared to take advantage of your vulnerability.

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♥ Caleb Quinn - The Deathslinger ♥

Caleb was a rough man, unpolished and disheveled all around, he never felt confident about his appearance, or his age, or his personality; he didn’t have much during his life, and his passions had been stolen from him, but not anymore. He is not one to express it loudly, it is difficult to read his deadpan expression, but when his left eye twitches and he clenches his teeth it is because something is bothering him.

He might pin you against a wall and be direct with his questions about what is happening, Caleb is blunt like a mace and too anxious to allow the possibility of someone taking you from him, and when he gets a name things will be complicated.

It was not unusual for relationships to blossom amidst survivors, the time in the entity’s realm would go so slowly sometimes that having another human to hold was what kept one from snapping. You had seen a certain someone stealing glances at you, during the trials they would constantly follow you around and on occasion even pulled you with them inside a locker, claiming that it was to keep you safe. You had noticed those advances, but your heart belonged to someone else, and this someone had a dead aim.

It was a trial like any other, if not for the fact that the Slinger was not paying too much attention to you and the other two survivors, instead he would chase only one person, the same one who kept flirting with you every time you were together. You knew exactly what was happening, but you would not dare saying it in front of Caleb, if you accused him of being jealous he would be mad. Instead, you focused on doing the gens while he kept your friend on the ground, watching them crawl around like a slug.

The bounty-hunter would follow the miserable soul, his boots oftenly making contact with their body as he kicked them around and smirked, delighted with the cruelty and suffering. “If I see your hands on them again, I will make sure you can no longer use them.” He would mumble, piercing the back of the survivor with the spear of his marvelous weapon; Death to Shorebay, what a masterful piece of art that gun was, perfect for torture as the Deathslinger kept the harpoon stuck in the survivor’s body to drag them around until they bled out.

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♥ Danny Johnson - The Ghostface ♥

As an inquisitive spectator, Danny has watched survivors from far away, he had his moments of voyeurism and shameless photography while invading their privacy, be it inside or outside trials, after all there are no rules against making pin ups with pictures. But you were especially intriguing to him, you knew someone had been following you, leaving mysterious notes for you to read, mostly with strange questions and nonsensical observations; ‘What is your favorite horror movie?’ had been the start, followed by a note written in blood ‘You like a man with a knife?’, it was disturbing and you expected it to be a prank from one of the survivors, maybe someone was just having a good time laughing at how distressed you became.

But time worked its wonders and soon you dismissed these events as nothing but a hoax from your friends. You could sleep in peace, and it was during one of these moments of careless slumber that you were awakened by the feeling of gloved hands caressing your skin, groping, pinching, someone wanted to call your attention. When you opened your eyes, there was the sight of the Ghostface white mask, his hand covered your mouth so you would not scream, and he showed you his knife, running the tip of it delicately over your chest. Was he crazy? Killers were not allowed to do that outside of trials.

“Now keep your fucking mouth shut, darling.” He warned, caring little about the entity’s rules “I will not hurt you, at least not now.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, he was too close. “I saw you are getting close to that… What is their name…? Uh… I forgot.” He shook his head “I thought we had something, you know. I sent you so many letters and now you betray me, holding hands with that lame bag of flesh.” It made sense now, he was the one stalking you.

Danny was delusional for sure, he had lived too much inside his own head, with his sick fantasies and distaste for society in general. A man like him lived only to spread violence, chaos, he was an avatar of decay.

“I will give you one last chance, next time we meet, you bring them to me, and I will pretend this never happened.” Then he cleared his throat “If you don’t…” He pressed his left hand on your neck, the mist enveloped him, threatening to take him for punishment for crossing the lines, then his grip loosened “You are mine. Remember that.” He muttered, standing up and tossing a picture at you, before disappearing in the shadows.

The picture was a nice one of you in an intimate moment with someone else, but their head was cut from the picture.

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certifiedghostfacelover · 10 months

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DBD Killers as Partners

{Includes: Trapper, Huntress}

I hope you all enjoy! <3

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The Trapper - Evan Macmillian

Oh boy, where to even start with this guy?

He’s a bit... complicated. Being in the Entity’s realm and experiencing torture quite frequently does that to you.

Being in a relationship was something he never really thought about, even before he was taken. It was the furthest thing in his mind.

And then you came along. And well... He started thinking about you a lot... Like... A lot.

Honestly you probably knew. He makes it super obvious in trials.

You’re gonna have to be the one to pursue anything though, and even then, it’s really tough. It’d take a while to even become friends, especially lovers. S/o is going to have to be really patient.

Opening up is really hard for him. It’s not that he hates the idea of being like that, it’s just he THINKS he can’t be like that. His father called him weak pretty much his whole life for experiencing emotions like that, and you two being on two different sides doesn’t really help either

After awhile of being cold and distant, he warms up, but only to you. Don’t expect him to buddy up with other survivors or killers.

He’d like it if you took the lead once you get in a relationship. Man does not know a single thing about dating.

His main way of displaying affection for you in acts of service. He also does a lot of little things for you, even when you don’t notice.

He’s not fond of PDA and he sucks at actually talking to you about his love for you. He’ll still try his best to return your affections if you are touchy person or a sweet talker, but don’t expect anything crazy.

Slightly controversial take, but honestly he’d probably be one of the few killers to spare you in trial if he felt such a way for you. He’s gone against the Entity multiple times in the past, and even if he has to ensure torture from it, he’d be willing to take it for you.

Will also help you out of his beartraps if you’re in trials together. He honestly feels bad about it and doesn’t know how to express it well other than a quiet apology and doing some things for you.

He’s just real tough to crack, but he’s a big softie for you in the end, even if you don’t know.

The Huntress - Anna

Unlike Evan, Anna is super warm to you and makes an effort to show it.

She was instantly smitten with you when you two met. No one in the realm understood that, not even Anna. There was just something about you that was so endearing...

Honestly, her first thought would be to kidnap you or something. But for obvious reasons, she couldn’t quite do that...

So, she tried to win your affections without having to take you. You’d obviously be aware she was so taken with you, so you instantly knew who was leaving you gifts. It ranges from stuff she made (like wood carvings) to random dead flowers she found.

When you two do decide to be in a relationship, she is super affectionate and loving towards you. She’ll try to tell you how much she loves you with the little English she knows, but if she can’t, she’ll make sure you know.

She’s affectionate in front of anyone and everyone in the realm. She might be a bit offended at first if you expressed it didn’t like PDA but would quickly understand.

Oh, definitely sings and hums for you. She’d be honored if you learned a song to sing with her, even if you couldn’t sing.

She probably gets jealous pretty easily. She sees you as hers, and just hers. She gets possessive of you, even to the Entity.

She probably went against the Entity in the beginning when it came to hurting you, but it sort of forced her hand when it showed just how much stronger it was. So... Sorry S/o :(

She really doesn’t want too though. So... She’ll go super easy on you. Oh... Did she miss you? That was totally not on purpose!

And when she does have to sacrifice you, she’ll make it up to you in any way she can. You can literally ask for anything and she’d probably do it.

Super sweet lady to you... Just a bit deadly to others <3

#dead by daylight x reader #deadbydaylight x reader #dbd x reader #x reader #trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #huntress x reader #dbd x you #gender nuetral reader #dbd headcanons #dbd imagines

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animefans-stuff · 2 years

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Dbd killers with an s/o that randomly brings back animals.

First time writing for dead by daylight. Please be nice :')

Warnings; very very much ooc slashers, my terrible english, brief mention of animal death in Huntress' part, Trickster is his own warning, grammar mistakes, fluff and that's all I believe.

Pairings; The Huntress x reader, The Wraith x reader, Trickster x reader ( all seperate ).

Please enjoy :)

The Huntress

Huntress isn't used to keeping animals, unless their trophies or food. Her mindset has always been ' kill ' when it came to animals and even people.

So, when you wondered back to her cabin after a trial. With a blanket resting in your arms, with something curled inside of it.

She was completely unaware of your habit. With that, her first reaction was to be curious and slightly worried.

Her grip tightened onto the wooden part of her hatchet, tilting her head in curiosity as she watched you come closer.

You greeted her before proudly showing her the box, that was currently occupied by a baby skunk. " Found this earlier! " You beamed, like a child showing their parent something

Huntress glanced down at the skunk, hatchet raised up ever so slightly.

She then looked at you. Letting out a grunt, basically asking why you had it with you.

" oh, I thought it would be nice to have a pet. " You replied, " Could we keep them ? "

Huntress was both impressed and confused.

Impressed that you finally caught your first animal, that wasn't some type of rat.

And confused because did the entity even allow normal animals in its realm ?

The both of you have seen lots of crows and raven's during trials but that was it. And if the entity did allow other animals, good for you for finding something :D

Huntress wanting to keep you happy, ended up keeping the skunk alive.

However, she did want you getting sprayed, so she takes it to The Doctor to get fixed and de-sprayed (?)

Once she gets more comfortable around the skunk, she'll bring it to trials with her. Keeping it tucked away in her outfit pocket, away from survivors.

Only for her comfort. As it oddly reminds her of you.

As silly as this sounds, Huntress will try teaching the skunk how to catch survivors as if it was a hunting dog.

She eventually gets used to your little habit of taking in other animals. After all, more animals gives the both of the feeling of comfort when the others busy.

The Wraith

Wraith's never gotten the chance to have any pets or even see a lot of animals. Given the situation he was in before the entity had found him.

And like The Huntress. He's also unaware of your habit of taking in random animals.

It was mid trial when you had rushed up to him and tugged onto his arm.

Turning to face you, Wraith's first thought, was the other survivors were bugging you.

You let out a fit of giggles while presenting him a crow, you had managed to catch.

More confused then he is worried, Wraith gently took the crow from you and carefully tossed it aside, trying to let it fly off. But, it only flew back to your side.

Giggling again, you looked at Wraith. " Can we keep it ? "

Wraith nods as he didn't see much harm in it. He then nudged you towards a nearby generator, trying to remind you that your still in a trial.

You smiled widely and rushed towards the generator with your new feathery friend.

Once the trial had ended, and you along with the remaining survivors and the crow, returned to the campfire.

While the others rested and talked among each other. You roamed about, looking for Phillip.

Once you had found him- which was rather difficult as he looked too much like a tree.

You held out the crow yet again.

" Whadaya wanna name them ? " You asked, Wraith glanced at the crow before dragging Azarov's skull in the dirt to spell out a simple yet cute name.

Wraith doesn't mind your habit. He finds it cute that you care enough to bring in random animals.

The only issue he really has is when you bring back birds. Birds often mistaken him for a tree and will try making nests on his head. Which is rather annoying.

He, unlike Huntress won't bring any of the animals with him. In fear of them getting hurt.

He will use his shirt thingy to carry them for you.

He'll also try to build homes for each animal.

The Trickster

Trickster won't admit this aloud but he has a soft spot for animal's. And would have no issue with you bringing in animal's - that is, if he didn't feed off any attention you give him. So bringing an animal(s) into this is, he thinks of it as a competition for your love.

Slamming the doors to the locker shut, your heartbeat quickens with each passing second. You were one of the few survivors left with everyone else hooked and Dwight currently injured god knows where.

The kitten you had found in the beginning of the trial, and kept for most of it. Sat outside the locker you were hiding it. It had tried getting in with you, by meowing and scratching at the locker door.

Turning the corner of the Yamaoka Estate, Trickster glanced around for anyone. But, his attention was quickly turned towards the meows and cries of the kitten in front of the locker.

Curious, he walked towards the kitten that happily meowed and pawed at his foot. Was this a trick from the entity ? Or was this some silly game made up by the survivors.

Either way it was somewhat amusing, reaching past the kitten and to the locker door, he swung it open. ( Of course, being careful of the kitten in the way. )

The kitten happily meowed and crawled into the locker, purring and rubbing against your legs.

You flinched at the lockers door opening, smiling nervously as you were now face to face with Trickster.

" Songbird~ what's this ? " He asked, pointing at the kitten that refused to leave your side.

" A kitten, I found it earlier. " You murmured in response, your heartbeat still pounding against your chest. " I was hoping to show you it- y'know, after.. "

As mentioned before Trickster sees the kitten as competition, so expect him to be much more dramatic. If that's possible.

If the kitten brings you something, he'll present you with items he found from the survivors.

The kitten gets some of your attention, he'll pout until it's his turn.

Soon enough he's started to warm up to the kitten too where he'll start dressing it up like him. Or in similar fashion.

Maybe, he might let it be featured in his next song. How that'll work, I have no idea.

#the huntress x reader #trickster x reader #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #slashers x reader #dbd huntress #dbd wraith #dbd trickster #x reader

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Since Artemis took two Spartan girls into her group (Polyboea and Phylonoe), and Polyboea is Phylonoe's great-grandaunt, you can't tell me the other hunters don't tease her on that.

Opis: Granny Poly, I want my milk and cookies before bed!

Loxo: Oh, granny Poly, won't you tuck me in bed and tell me stories?

Phylonoe: Granny Poly, why were the others calling you "Granny" like me?

Polyboea: ... You guys are the worst.

#polyboea #phylonoe #opis #loxo #hunters of artemis #greek mythology #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology quote #headcanons #Opis and Loxo are two of Artemis' mythological huntresses #they are the Hyperborean maidens who served the goddess

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call-me-oracle · 10 days

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barbara gordon in battle for the cowl tp

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hiraethhh-h · 2 years

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michael, anna, and pyramid head with a gn!s/o who (somehow) gets high during a trial (HCs)

Anonymous asked: Hello... Can you do headcanons for Micheal, Huntress, And Pyramid Head with a s/o that somehow manages to get themself high during trial? I feel like their reactions would be funny

let’s say frank passed you some good stuff before the trial, cuz your average joe doesn’t just find drugs laying around in the Entity’s realm HSDJKF

warning(s): drug use, some suggestive content

michael myers - the shape

the sound of giggling drew the masked killer towards the corner of the swamp

michael did find it odd that he had only spotted 3 out of the usual 4 survivors, but it wasn’t the first time that had happened

perhaps whoever was having a giggling-fit was the fourth?

michael rounded the log, only to spot you seated on the muddy floor

having heard michael’s breathing beneath his mask, you slowly turned to the infamous stalker

“hey michael…”

with the way you slurred your words and had completely bloodshot eyes, michael knew exactly what you had done

he eventually spotted the little roll in your hand, the end still lit and slowly burning

you slowly stand and stumble your way over to him, catching yourself by grabbing onto his mechanic suit

you get mud all over him, but michael doesn’t care, he’s been covered in worse

“your mask is smiling at me. ‘s kinda creepy.”

michael simply stares down at you, his knife lax in his dominant hand

eventually, he turns away to do his job, practically dragging you along since you’re still latched to him

he stops moving upon feeling your hands snaking around his chest and squeezing his pecs

“hehe… mikey your boobs are nice.”

yep… it was gonna be a long trial.

anna - the huntress

she slammed david onto the hook with a satisfied smile, relishing in his screaming as she trudges to the nearest locker and reloads her hatchets

anna eventually goes back to humming, ignoring the male spitting obscenities at her

she eventually leaves him be, heading across the ironworks to work on hooking another survivor

but the scent of something… weird catches her attention

anna immediately heads in the direction it’s coming from, her curiosity piqued

she approaches some boxes near the main building, spotting you seated on the ground between the boxes

she lowers her axe, tilting her head

you give her a small wave, patting the spot next to you

anna does walk over to you, but she remains standing

it’s easy for her to piece together that you aren’t yourself right now

she crouches down and takes the small baggie resting on your leg and brings it closer to her face for inspection

anna eventually pockets the bag, looking back down at you

“noooo…! my noms!’

she just reaches down to pick you up and slings you over her shoulder

time for her to look for a spot that can keep you safe while she finishes up the trial

pyramid head - the executioner

a deep growl left the killer as nea threw the pallet down on him, the survivor wasting no time in blinding him with her flashlight

after the effects wear off, pyramid head begrudgingly continues his search for the street artist

he hears faint cursing behind him and he has never turned around so fast

pyramid head beelines it for the killer shack, stepping into the decrepit hut

only to find you seated between the lockers, coughing and waving a wad of smoke away from you

if he had eyes, pyramid head would be blinking in confusion

what the fuck were you doing???

his curious gurgling catches your attention and your face brightens upon seeing the killer

“hey pyra! can i check if your ass wobbles? ‘m curious.”

absolutely the fuck not, his ass does not wobble thank you very much

pyramid head makes his way to you, his helmet tilted downwards so he can properly see what you were doing

you held a little blunt between your fingers, the executioner quick to grab it and crush it in his hand, uncaring if it burns him

you whine out in protest, pouting at his actions

pyramid head simply stares down at you before leaving you be

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