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hevoyeurs · 8 months

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some people find bugs to exploit the game. other people find bugs to glitch danny's robes up so they can see his little legs.

#I am one of those types of people #my bug testing experience coming in clutch as I figure out how to repro it too #so I can always come back to it #he is so short and skinny it's hilarious

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hevoyeurs · 8 months

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𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙

𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙮

𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣

#𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. / the ghostface.

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hevoyeurs · 9 months

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#𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. / the ghostface.#this is such a good shot

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hevoyeurs · 9 months

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

Keep it together, Danny.

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

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

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

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

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

No one gets to treat you like this.

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

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

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

#provethyse1f #𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. / v. dbd

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hevoyeurs · 9 months

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Is he as angry as he lets on? Yes and no. Danny doesn't mind Dwight getting hurt — really, it's the reality of the Realm, and frankly Danny rather likes how he looks whimpering and covered in blood — but even though he knows all the survivors are shared like appetizers between the killers, he can't help that he's a little possessive. Dwight is his little project, after all. Luckily, he's grown pretty good at channelling his anger into behaviours that are a whole lore more socially acceptable than knifing three guys at a laser tag arena.

So he lies, tells himself he doesn't want so see Dwight hurt, so he can really ham it up. Make Dwight feel like there's someone in this shithole who's willing to look out for him, protect him even.

Because wouldn't that be nice?

He's so fucking vulnerable, it's pathetic.

"Dwight." The tilt of the mask, its yawning eyes, make Danny seem almost sympathetic. "You should know by now that no one gets to treat you like this." His voice is the edge of a serrated blade. As he speaks, Danny spreads his palm against the wound and tries to ignore the thrill that goes down his spine at the noise Dwight makes when he adds pressure. "Tell me who did it. They won't bother you again."

#provethyse1f #𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. / v. dbd

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. // Dale Carnegie

Inde. Dwight Fairfield from Dead by Daylight Ask/RP Blog Semi-Selective | AU & Crossover Friendly | 21+ Mod | Loved by Alfio

[ Follow the Leader ] [ Rules ] [ Ask ]

#everyone follow alfio I'd do anything for them #hand in hand we go into hell (dbd) together

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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like this for a masquerade-themed danny ask

#I'll do more of these between rounds!

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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Always make a good impression. Remember, chance favors the prepared mind!

#𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. / the ghostface.#I really. love this art so much #I think about it constantly

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ” ( hello! i hope this is okay! i do have a dbd verse if you're interested! )

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

Danny's eyes close at the sound of her voice. Nowadays he can barely tell how much of her voice is in his ears and how much is in his head. He's wearing the mask, as he often does in the realm, but he has no doubt that she knows how he's feeling — the subtle mix of despair and interest, because she's right — blood captivates him almost as much as the look on his victims' faces when they realise that they're going to die.

She's right, of course, but her presence sets Danny on edge. "Is that why we're all here?" He asks, voice low, "Or is the blood just a happy by-product?"

Danny doesn't trust her, but he'd be a fool to aggravate her, so he shifts his tone a little, lets a bit of silk in. "I never got to enjoy it so much before." A lie — can she tell? "No consequences, no risk." No thrill. "This is a pretty sweet gig."

#malumsxsubest #this is so old but I've been thinking about it constantly #𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. / v. dbd #𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. / answered.

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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Martin Henderson as Noah Clay (The Ring 2002) “Okay, when you record a tape, the makeup on the track is like a signature for whatever did the recording like a camcorder, VCR, or whatever, so the control track can tell us where it came from. But to not have one, I mean that’s like being born without finger prints.“

#𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. / the ghostface.#gif warning

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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Countless. The thought makes him shudder. Danny isn't sure how long he's been in the Entity's clutches. Sometimes it feels like years, and sometimes the horror is so fresh it might only be weeks old. He doesn't let on. It's safer that way.

Countless. It makes him wonder. Plenty of the other killers who've been here longer have started to... warp. They speak in screams, or moans, or gargling sounds that might once have been words before the Entity took them and bent them to her will. It makes Danny wonder how long he'll last. He tries not to dwell on it. Not here, anyways. Instead, he inclines his head to her question, the yawning mouth of his mask dipping towards his chest. "Yeah," he says, though he aches for someone who isn't the fucking Entity to call him by his name —any name — again.

"And you're the matron," he says, returning the introduction. "So, what, you've never seen a camera before?"

BLESSING UNTO . . . @hevoyeurs : "it's not my first masquerade, but i get the feeling you've seen more. how long've you been in here, anyway?"

another year of the entity's traditions. glittering gold, an endless supply of decorations and trinkets to be claimed. a masquerade of the boredom they faced. a distraction from the screams, blood and terror. even she grew tired of the same antics . . . [ bring us something new ! boredom shall be the final killer. ] . . . at least the chatter was pleasant. idle, if sometimes dull. not many of them spoke, with communication being little to grunts and nods.

his question caught her gaze, a brow arched perfectly. hands folded before her, resting on her sternum. ❛ countless. ❜ simple, precise. there is no need to spill information during the first conversation. ❛ in the clutches of our lord, the entity ? centuries it feels. i was one of the first, taken so long ago. you are newer, with trinkets my eyes have never seen. stalking both survivors and killers alike. ❜ she was watched, learning of the others. safely discussing with the observer in his study. ❛ ghostface, they call you. is this a name you prefer ? ❜

#divinehr #𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. / v. dbd #oh this is such a fun combination

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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like this for a masquerade-themed danny ask

#I will do a few more...#they'll be short and sweet but can always be turned into threads

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hevoyeurs · 10 months

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Well... he may very well look divine, as she says, but that's not really what he's going for here. Danny shifts his weight uncomfortably, hip jutting out as he tries to hide his discomfort. As if he can hide anything from her. He turns the knife over in his palm, feels the weight of the metal press into his glove. It's a nice knife, he has to admit — it has the serrations he prefers, the practical edges. It looks like something he'd buy for himself, if it weren't for the gold filigree.

The pale, pointed chin of the mask lifts. Danny can't hide his interest — how long has it been since he heard the name of that town? He'd terrorized it for years before the fog took him, and still it wasn't enough. Everything about it from the name (Roseville, how quaint,) to the people who resided within it was perfect for his storytelling. The thought of running through it again — even an imitation of it designed to torment him — makes his heart race and his fingers tighten around the hilt of the knife.

It's too good to be true. It's all too sweet.

She's close enough now that he's certain that she could hear his hitch of breath, the thrill of excitement that goes through him.

"You know what to say to get a man excited," he says, like he can hide his vulnerability in the faux flirtatiousness he's known for. "I hope you're not gonna leave me unsatisfied."

@hevoyeurs asked : "Don't get me wrong, it's a nice suit. It's just not really my style."

" what a shame. i thought you would look absolutely divine in it. although, i can always make you wear it, danny. " the entity hissed through a mirthless, mouthless grin. her incorporeal form floated above the ground before him, almost thrumming in macabre delight as wisps of void smog enveloped the fabricated earth. a swirling mass of emptiness and darkness manifested together into a shadow of a feminine figure,her head tilting to one side. " what if i throw in the possibility of owning your own sub-realm, hm? of roseville... would that please you? " she asked in a saccharine tone. but therein lies a sinister lilt beneath the sweet surface, ready to breach through the tension and devour him whole. the humanoid head bowed close to him until they were mere inches apart; their faces locked in an unsettling face-to-face encounter. " besides, i thought it would be lovely for all to enjoy themselves this time of year. "