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pink-key · 1 day
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Do you sometimes make an oc for ai chat stuff to self-insert in? I sure did for some reason. Janitor ai sure has some cool bots.
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myersobsession · 1 month
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damn.
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drama-by-daylight · 4 months
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Thalita, pointing at Arthur: That's the girl I have a crush on. Thoughts?
Renato, watching Arthur bite the killer in the neck:
Renato: And prayers, girl.
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rootsofdread · 2 months
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pairing: demise davis (OC/self insert) x the singularity. rating: PG-13 for threats of violence, can-throwing, insult-hurling, metal music, and a single swear word. word count: 579 summary: HUX hears an awful noise out in the fog, and decides it is his civic duty to investigate.
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HUX could hear a racket like no other coming from the center of the forest. The campfire, he quickly deduced, and it must be crawling with those pesky little worms. He wondered, briefly, why they'd be making so much noise -- don't they know that they have nothing to celebrate?
He had to put a stop to it at once.
Branches and small rocks crunched under his feet as his joints squealed and clanked. Whatever the festivities were, they would be ruined shortly, and they would never have anything to celebrate ever again. HUX would make sure of that.
Once he could see the warm orange light of the fire, he reared his claw back, high above his head, and cut a shrub clean in half. He could hear movement beyond his line of sight, indicating he had been noticed. He jerked his head to the side.
What he had assumed as a large gathering was just one person. The aperture in his eye tightened. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but the sounds he could hear were clearer. Heavy, hollow banging, long, deep electrical notes, and screaming. "STOP THAT NOISE," nonetheless, he called out. "AT ONCE."
The volume was magically lowered, suddenly. "It's just music, junker. Calm down." and the voice was one he recognized: Demise.
HUX didn't much care for that nickname. His claw-like fingers flexed closed, then opened. "DO NOT CALL ME THAT, YOU INSOLENT ROACH." he took a hulking step forward, dragging his stiff leg behind him. "I TOLD YOU TO TURN THAT OFF."
Demise chucked an empty tin can and nailed HUX directly in the head, with a hollow tink sound.
“Come over here and turn it off yourself, you big old hunk of junk.”
HUX was frozen for a moment, stunned by Demise’s impudence. His body twitched, then jerked, and then he lunged forward, aiming for that annoying metal box on the ground, to teach this sorry little creature a lesson.
Demise was able to react fast enough to grab his stereo and move it out of HUX’s path, causing him to lodge his large claw in the black dirt.
Demise pursed his lips. “You’re such a freak, junker.” he wrinkled his nose, setting his stereo at his other side and turning the volume back up. “Calm down and listen to it, you might actually like it.”
HUX’s body rattled as if he’d just heaved a huge breath. He stared at Demise, completely silent for a few moments, before he ripped his claw out of the ground and turned to face him.
“YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, SAD THING,” he lurched forward, jutting his head forward, almost level with Demise’s. “WEAK. RUDE. AND SMALL.” he listed, slowly folding his joints to sit opposite of the survivor, just beyond the fire.
“And you can’t let trials go on too long in the Red Forest without rusting.” Demise returned, draping his head over the back of the log he was resting against.
“I DO NOT RUST.” HUX stated, “PERHAPS YOU WOULD. BUT I AM CONSTRUCTED OF SUPERIOR MATERIALS.” his head lolled to the side, and he listened. Screaming and screaming from that one little box, both human and machine. Screeching akin to that of metal against metal. “WHAT IS THIS?”
Demise thinks for a moment, brows furrowed. “I think Jeff left one of his CDs in here. No idea. Can’t understand a damn word.”
HUX rattled and nodded. Demise was right. He did like the screaming.
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murderousxcoffee · 5 months
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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]
Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 5: Strictly Platonic Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
CW: Danny Ghostface makes a brief appearance, canon typical violence, Trickster really hates his soulmate, I have no idea how well I wrote Leon, Cheryl, or Yun-Jin in their brief appearances in this
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You got used to it. Not the pain. Not the stress. Not the numbing moments as you waited for the Killer to strike. But you could get used to the Killers themselves. As horrifying as most were to look at, they were worse to try and survive. But they had patterns, and preferences, and sometimes, some would show mercy.
And then there was Ghostface, who was currently laughing and spinning a furious Leon Kennedy as if the man were a teddy bear.
“Put me down you goddamn maniac!”
The masked murderer pulled the writhing rookie cop closer to his body and rubbed the cheek of his mask against the top of Leon’s head. Leon struggled harder.
“What is wrong with you?!”
Ghostface shrugged one shoulder, lifting Leon onto the opposite shoulder. “What’s the point of murder if you can’t have a little fun with it?”
“Jesus Christ--”
Sunshine crouched back down under the window, and looked at Cheryl. Cheryl blinked, her face twisted with confusion. 
“Do you think he’s gay?” Cheryl whispered, gesturing with her thumb in the direction Ghostface went off in. “He never does that to us.”
Exhaling, Sunshine shook her head. “I don’t think I wanna find out either way.”
Through the silence, a scream of pure agony that lasted far longer than it should. Sunshine cringed. Poor Leon…
“That’s a trap,” she said.
“Yeah,” Cheryl stood. “But I’ve walked into worse.”
Sunshine looked up at her. “Are you gonna be okay?”
“I’ll manage. You get working on the generators.”
“Piece of cake,” Sunshine said, and stood.
“Except for Yun-Jin,” Cheryl said, grimacing. “Saw her sneaking around, like the snake she is. Can you handle her?”
Sunshine hesitated.
“She’ll manage.”
Cheryl grinned.
And that was the last Sunshine saw of the other woman in that Trial. As she worked on generators alone, Sunshine glanced in the direction Cheryl had gone in. No screams, no laughter, no sacrifices. What was going on over there?
The generator backfired, but didn’t flare - part good luck, part years of experience. Sunshine recovered her focus, and kept at it. Someone else was at work, a generator burned to life in the dark. Sunshine’s generator followed. One generator left. No one sacrificed. This was going too well, it had to get bad, didn’t it?
Approaching the generator, Sunshine reached out her hand. Another hand brushed against her own. Her head jerked to the side. 
Yun-Jin blinked at her. Sunshine blinked back. 
Without a word, Sunshine broke eye contact, moved to the other side of the generator. They didn’t need to speak for this. In silence, they worked. Sunshine’s tongue burned with words she didn’t have the courage to say.
The generator roared to life.
“This is going too well,” Sunshine said. She stood, looked around. “He’s up to something.”
She looked at Yun-Jin. Yun-Jin wasn’t looking at her. Behind her? No. The older woman still crouched down in her spot. Her eyes were on…
Damn it. Her mark was bleeding again. And she didn’t have any bandages on, it was bleeding all over the place. There it is, Sunshine thought. That’s how he’ll track me down to kill me - my bloody love mark.
“Get moving,” she said, voice as firm as her heart was not. “I’m not going to follow you or anything. Who knows when the bastard is going to show up.”
Sunshine didn’t wait for an answer.
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He tossed the knife in the air, and caught it unharmed each time. Trickster leaned against the tree, and glanced towards the light. The Survivors couldn’t see the Killers that sometimes came stalking them in the dark. It was how Ghostface always caught his prey, how Dwight’s occasional surrender was always accepted and anticipated. How he could hunt Cortez down so, so easily.
There she was now, running through the path that led to the Campfire. Trickster grimaced. Ghostface let her live this time. Didn’t look like she had a mark on her body - no. The mark itself still bled. He smiled at the sight.
She was still weak as before. Almost fell over, body heaving as she sucked in deep breaths. Her blood dripped all over the dirt. But she smiled as she looked up at the people around the fire. Her eyes lit up. Trickster looked away, and tossed the knife again through the air.
“Dwight!” Cortez said. 
In the reflection of the metal Trickster watched her throw her arms around the scrawny wannabe hero. Dwight smiled, wrapped his arms around her in return. Everyone around the Fire smiled, really. Adorable. 
“Oh, shit,” Cortez pulled away. “I got my blood all over you.”
Dwight laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, adjusting his glasses. His expression was so soft, looking at her.
Trickster smirked, dark thoughts floating through his mind. How would that soft face change, if he forced him to watch her torture? Tie her down and make him watch as he cut deep into her skin, deeper and deeper with every slice, until he saw the glint of bone? What kind of despair would he reveal? Would he beg like she would? Scream like she would? Offer to take her place?
It made him a little sick, how they looked at each other. Soft and kind. Some things didn’t belong outside of fiction.
But if this were fiction, Dwight would be Cortez’ soulmate, not him. He grit his teeth at the thought. If only. (If only he could pursue that radio girl, without having to get rid of Cortez first…)
“I shouldn’t stay,” Cortez said. Trickster tilted the knife to get a better look at her. “I want to try and scavenge supplies before…”
Cortez looked away. Trickster’s lips twisted up into a grin. Oh, if only she knew.
“Are you sure?” That was Meg. “You just got back from a Trial!”
Cortez shook her head. “I’m too wired,” she said. “I need to do something with myself. Something useful. Do we need anything?”
Dwight frowned. Shrugged. “Just… the usual stuff.”
Nodding her head, Cortez said, “I’ll be back, real soon.” She smiled, and Trickster looked away. Bitch. “Say hi to Cheryl for me, if you see her.”
“Sure…” But the frown remained on Dwight’s face, even as he watched Cortez walk away from the Fire. 
Trickster straightened up against the tree, watching the direction his prey walked into. That was the annoying thing about her. Sometimes she did get away. Couldn’t find her no matter what he did. But when he found out where she’d chosen to hide, she’d never escape him again.
Dwight sighed, and Trickster glanced back towards him. The gangly bastard hadn’t moved, watching the spot where Cortez vanished into the Fog. Trickster almost pitied him. If he hadn’t known how far the man would go to protect the others, he’d almost think Dwight was in love.
Shaking his head, Dwight turned back to the Fire. He paused. Trickster shifted his attention towards it as well. His eyes went wide. Yun-Jin, looking pristine as always, aside from the dirt as she pushed herself up from the ground. When did she show up? Ghostface must’ve gotten sick of her, too.
“Uh, welcome back?” Dwight said.
Yun-Jin grimaced, looked towards the other. 
“Where’s Cortez?” she asked.
Trickster blinked. Dwight shifted backwards.
“She just left,” Meg said.
“Yeah,” Dwight said. “She’s gone scavenging.”
Yun-Jin grimaced. Shook her head, her short hair waving in the dark.
“You okay?” Dwight said.
His former producer snorted. “Nothing you need to be worried about.”
She didn’t look back as she vanished into the Fog herself. Trickster frowned, twirling the knife within his fingers. Now what got into her…? He could think of at least one option but nothing too concerning. Yun-Jin kept to herself. If she’d made the connection between his mark and Cortez’s, she wasn’t the type to go out of her way to talk about it. And wasn’t that a good thing? Last thing he needed was Cortez getting ideas, if she found out the truth…
Speaking of Cortez. If he were quick, he’d catch up to her… And when he did. He smirked.
The radio played on and on. Coat draped on the back of his chair, Trickster licked the blood off his knife and fingers, waiting for DJ Sunshine to return. She wouldn't get so lucky next time he stopped by her station...
Tag list, ask to be added for Trickshine and Amoricide: @ajarofpickledtears @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @cyanide-latte
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onewhoturns · 7 months
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A Sam comm!! art by @misugii of my Dead By Daylight oc Sam from @unwilling-survivor (and the fic, here - mind the tags, cw for standard dbd violence etc)
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barfeverywhere · 4 months
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Dbd oc/persona sketch now 😊😊
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yunotoffer · 6 months
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En DBD tengo una ligera dependencia a las cajas de herramientas
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gab-bab · 1 year
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I just think he's neat <3
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everworlds · 11 days
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Working on a Dead by Daylight OC since it's my new hyperfixation 🧍
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lilbluebastard · 6 months
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Here’s a finished project that took me almost a week!
Three full body characters of my lil self insert oc and my two favorite bois
I hope everyone
Ike’s this drawing of my bois Caleb and Herman
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myersobsession · 1 month
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"he's right behind me isn't he"
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drama-by-daylight · 4 months
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Haddie: I just want to cuddle with you 23/7.
Konnor:
Haddie: What?
Konnor: Alright, I may be from a whole different earth entirely but even I know there's 24 hours in a day.
Haddie: Well, yeah, we need a designated snacking hour.
Konnor: How about 21/7?
Haddie: Deal.
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rootsofdread · 7 months
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finally sat down and finished up my self inserts!! my survivor on the left, killer on the right <33
briefly, demise is the lead singer/bass guitarist of an alt metal/nu metal band most prominent in the 90's/early 2000's, and serenity is a high-profile actor from the 50's. they both use he & she pronouns - and if anyone wants to know more about them, please feel free to ask ! :-D
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murderousxcoffee · 1 year
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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]
Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 4: Double Date Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
CW: mentioned torture, mentioned [implied] noncon, blood, Danny Ghostface
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I want her.
That pissed Trickster off a little. Not as much as Cortez did, but a little. 
He sat at the table in the large, empty room, ripped straight from Earth, and stared at the old radio. Sunshine wasn't on right now. Right now, she'd put on some metal band from Sweden he probably should have heard of, the latest in a long mix of rock songs from Brazil to Japan. Later tonight she mentioned she'd play a few hours of dark electronic music, things she didn't know the genre of but felt like they should go together. She was doing her best.
He wanted her.
He didn't even know what she looked like, and he wanted her.
It was almost insulting.
Trickster propped his arm up on the table and slid his sleeve down his forearm. The mark hadn't changed, still the same twisting spiral that bloomed like flowers on either end. He placed two fingers on the mark, and cold sunk into his skin, crawling up his arm.
Cortez feared him? Good. And the bandages over her mark dripped with blood last he saw her. How stupid she must be to not understand how much he hated her, how satisfying it was to end her life like the bug she was.
No, she understood. But she didn't know why, or who he really was.
He smiled. 
A shadow passed behind him, a figure hopped up on his table. Trickster's smile dropped. Without moving his head, he looked towards the Killer who now swung his legs in the air beside him.
"Hello, Ji-Woon," The Ghostface's voice, changed by a modifier, still managed to show the smile in his voice. "Having fun all by yourself, are we? Aren't you bored?"
"Fuck off," Trickster said.
The Ghostface laughed. "Oh, don't be mean to me. Aren't we friends?"
"I'm warning you," Trickster said. "I don't have the patience for your bullshit."
"There's no bullshit here, Mr. Hak. Not tonight. Tonight's special."
Trickster leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. A special night for Ghostface meant some certain Survivor was in for it, either torture or sex, it all sounded the same when you were far enough away. 
It also meant the Killer wouldn't be in anyone's business until he got bored again.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll ask. Who are you going after tonight?"
The mask tilted to the side.
"Frank."
A small chill went up Trickster's back. He looked at Ghostface.
"They'll kill you for that," he said. "They'll kill you for even thinking about that."
"I need a challenge," Ghostface said. "And my sweet Felix is being very, very bad tonight. He's not left the Campfire once. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's learned." The mask tilted the other way. "What do you think?"
"Excuse me?" 
"Would you like to help me?"
Trickster spat out several choice words in Korean without thinking. Ghostface laughed.
"You assume the worst of me, Mr Hak. I don't need participation, just a little assistance…"
He glared. What Ghostface did was none of his business, but he'd never considered the possibility the other Killer would go after one of their own. Frank Morrison was no friend of his. The Legion were pains in the ass, unfriendly to anyone but each other, and desperate to prove themselves in the eyes of the older Killers. A terrible combination. Sometimes he thought if he could break Frank's nose and get away with it, he would.
But Ghostface was a different beast than the Legion. Even on Earth he'd known that, just from the movie Hollywood made about him. Without thinking, Ji-Woon rubbed the cold, cold mark on his arm. Did Frank deserve whatever fate Ghostface planned for him?
… Wait, when did he start developing morals all of a sudden?
"If you want my help," Trickster said, "It better be worth my time."
Behind the mask, he felt Ghostface grin.
"Don't worry," he said. "This is something you've been waiting for."
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Someone knocked on the front door. Sunshine didn't move. Her eyes locked onto the TV screen on her desk. She swallowed.
Three figures stood at her door, all of them in masks. She shuddered. The Legion? How did they find her?
Her janky security system had no sound, no movement, just one unblinking eye at each door. But she could hear them.
"Open up! We are Legion and this place is ours!"
"I don't think she'll let us in."
"She doesn't have a choice. We'll break down the door if we have to."
"Hey, bitch! Open the fucking door, or I'll rip your pretty throat open!"
Bang. Bang. Bang.
She didn't move. Her numb fingers shook.
"What the hell kind of door is this… Hey! Open the door or I'll fuck another hole in you with my knife! You want that?! You wanna die like that?!"
"What if she's not in there?"
"She's gotta be in, right?"
"She is a Survivor…"
"And we're down one member."
"That bitch doesn't go into Trials, I don't care what she says. We would've seen her by now."
"I guess."
"What are we gonna do with her if she is in there?"
A pause.
"Guess it depends if she's cute or not."
Men laughing, a woman's nervous giggle.
The sound cut short. Sunshine listened closer.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Was that Frank speaking? He'd only spoken to her a few times before. "That's from - Give me that!"
A rustling of paper, a silence again.
Frank mumbling. 
"Fuck the radio girl," the other man, Joey, said. "This is bad."
"That's really bad!"
"Fucking… fine, we'll deal with this bitch later. Let's go."
The tension left her body. Sunshine leaned in the back of her chair. She looked towards the window, the top of it cracked open. A smile spread over her face. They'd had no idea.
She looked back at the TV. The blood rushed from her face.
Trickster stood at the door.
"Finally," he said. "Annyeong nae salang. I've been waiting for this, Sunshine."
She jumped from her chair, and it rolled back, slamming against the wall.
I need to hide, she thought.
She looked around, looked back at the screen. The door was open.
"Don't be scared." His voice wasn't coming from the window anymore. "It's only me."
Her eyes looked to the floor. Did she have enough time?
She couldn't wait, couldn't waste it. With care and difficulty, she pulled up the floor beneath her desk. The harder part was getting the floorboards back on top of her. Sunshine lay face down in the dark, her hands pressed over her mouth, and waited.
Wood creaked. Footsteps so close by. She closed her eyes, tried to stop the way she shook. 
"Are you hiding from me?" He said. "That's a disappointing thing to do. I've been looking forward to seeing you."
Creaking, squeaking wood. He stood next to the desk. 
"What's this?" He said. "Some song you've been working on? I don't know this program you're using. Music isn't an easy thing to do alone, Sunshine. Wouldn't you like some help?"
Tears burned in her closed eyes. Please, please, please, she begged. Please please, go away.
He must know I'm still here, she thought, her eyes opening. He must…
Wood creaked, right next to her head.
Something like fingernails scraped against the floor.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Sunshine clenched her eyes shut and reached out for the only help she had.
When Trickster peeled open the floorboards, all that waited was a patch of deep, fresh blood.
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thatnomzguy · 6 months
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It's a genuine question.
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