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smol-dragon · 1 month
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The prettiest of them all
also bonus Legion Survivor AU.
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bubbasbubblebutt · 9 months
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it was the redeemer
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apollogeeee · 8 months
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frenzies you with no doubt blasting in the background
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airbendertendou · 1 year
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safety [of a killer’s arms]
gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]
synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.
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he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.
taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.
“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”
you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”
it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”
“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”
“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”
your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.
a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”
their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.
“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”
“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”
their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?
he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”
you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.
you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.
the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.
“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”
stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.
the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.
they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.
“home,” they say. “take you home.”
and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”
every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.
lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.
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mithryl-draws · 1 year
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Teenagers scare the livin' shit outta me They could care less, as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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frostiecake · 1 month
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Every other DBD killer:
Terrifying, gorey monsters, influenced by the supernatural, or sadistic serial killers
The Legion:
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sinnaminns · 3 months
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our girl Julieee 🖤 feel free to check out the speedpaint on my patreon for free! 🔪
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haysprite · 1 year
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You can't tell me that she doesn't own a pair of Light Up Sketchers !!!
Also oh my god I love drawing Joey's mask so much, I just think the goofy lil expressions are so funny and silly and I love them
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dilophosauridae455 · 7 days
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I did it!! It's done!! I got lazy at the end and you can probably but yk yk. I hate doing backgrounds but this one turned out pretty dang OK me thinks
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cadkey-ark · 5 months
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Yknow seeing as Chucky was in the Ormond Lodge in his trailer, I’d like to imagine that he shares the space with the legion between trials. Not sure what’s funnier, the legion being chill with him, or a gang of teenagers having the craziest beef with a doll
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asktwostabbyboys · 11 months
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!!CLOSING IN!!
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smol-dragon · 2 months
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He loves you !!
Surely you can see that ...
R i g h t ?
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bubbasbubblebutt · 10 months
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The creepypasta kid to dbd adult/teen pipeline is real in this essay I will-
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nomel-redmur · 11 months
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oh noooo he draws not only memes ((( (I love Frank in a down jacket. I will definitely draw more)
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What Your Dead By Daylight Killer Crush Says About You
The Trapper: You have said the phrase "I can fix him" unironically.
The Wraith: You're always a slut for a good hurt/comfort fic.
The Hillbilly: This is the same as the Wraith but you've also got at least one foot into the monsterfucking community.
The Nurse: You're into breathplay.
The Shape: Your response to the accusation “I bet you think you could fix him” is an indignant “Fix him? Why would I want to fix him? The problems are the whole point!”
The Hag: You are Grim Ghatsby.
The Doctor: You are an escaped Medic main from TF2 and your love of demented authority figures had to go somewhere.
The Huntress: You are so basic I could grind you down to a fine powder and use you to whiten my bedsheets.
The Cannibal: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of getting your motherfuckin' grub on.
The Nightmare: You know what the acronym DDlg stands for.
The Pig: You're a furry that got trapped in this realm but you don't think Huntress' paper masks can cut it.
The Clown: You think that the phrase "thicc" is too widely used these days.
The Spirit: Either you're really into tsunderes who are almost all tsun and very little dere ooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [image of schoolgirl Spirit and FBI OPEN UP!]
The Legion: You apply polycule headcanons to friend groups with the same frequency as BHVR applies Bloodpoint rewards to buggy patches.
The Plague: You know what the phrase "Roman shower" means.
The Ghostface: You are the Tumblr Sexyman lover of Dead By Daylight fans.
The Demogorgon: You are incredibly gatekeepy about the term 'monsterfucker' and you think everyone else in this fandom who uses that term is a fraud.
The Oni: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of revenge and being swole AF.
The Deathslinger: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of revenge and you want to call an older man Daddy.
The Executioner: You're a monsterfucker but you're not nearly as gatekeepy as Demo lovers.
The Blight: You've uttered the phrase "what that mouth do?" more than once.
The Twins: You just want to settle down with your thick trad wife and raise a child together.
The Trickster: This is just the same thing as the Huntress but for mlm/K-pop stans.
The Nemesis: You believe that any sexual encounter you can walk away from is a waste of time. Also you're a monsterfucker.
The Cenobite: You are so kinky it hurts and that just makes you even more horny.
The Artist: You have uttered the phrase "throat goat" more than once.
The Onryo: You have several paragraphs of copypasta explaining the difference between Sadako and Samara on hand whenever someone accuses you of being a lolicon.
The Dredge: You're a monsterfucker who has ascended beyond any petty adherence to human-like body structure. You are not to be fucked with.
The Mastermind: You are Scott Jund.
The Knight: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of JOLLY COOPERATION!
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bubbleteapenguin · 1 year
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🌸SPOOKY SLEEPOVER COLLECTION: KILLERS🌸
THE LEGION
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