#dead dawg saloon

[bubbasbubblebutt]

Caleb saw this and went "what a distinguished gentleman"

#HES SO CUTE A A #jacques my beloved #dead by daylight #dbd #caleb quinn #the deathslinger #caleb quinn imagines #deathslinger #dead dawg saloon #dbd lore #dead by daylight anniversary

[nakeddavidclub]

So, I hear they call you “the fuck machine”.

#dead by daylight #dbd #david king #dead dawg saloon #the singularity #hux-a7-13 #huxley #NDC

[iwantspringtrapindbd]

Bitches be like: "There shouldnt be LGBTQ+ rep in DbD. It's a horror game"

My brother in christ, theres a fucking gay bar in the game

#dead by daylight #dbd #dead dawg saloon #joey and steve were spotted holding hands in there

[haysprite]

"Quiet, I think she's nearby..."

#just wanted an excuse to draw bill and jill friendship #cause theyre my fav survivors #and why not add my fav killer into the mix #and my fav map while we're at it #also we all know bill is totally about to sacrifice himself #so that jill can get hatch #papa bill mode activate #also this is the longest ive ever spent on a drawing #holy shit i hate drawing backgrounds #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight art #dbd #dbd art #dbd fanart #dbd bill #dbd jill #dbd legion #dbd julie #dbd dead dawg saloon #dead dawg saloon #bill overbeck #jill valentine #julie kostenko #the legion #l4d #l4d bill #resident evil #resident evil jill #re3

[sweetlovingfictionals]

I have so many thoughts about different /O’s today. Namely

Octavia

Collin

Deathslinger

Chopper

Monty

Sarabi

And SkekSo hhhhhhh.

I wanna talk about them all but I don’t wanna spam the dash neither LNAO

#imagines. #selfshipping #self ship #selfship #self insert x canon #oc x canon #canon x oc #self insert #self shipping #ocxcanon #I just wanna talk about me and Octavia dating and kissing and cuddling #maybe a little sex?? #that and Sarabi during scars reign where she dates a human behind his back #chopper and Mika just trading doctor and herb information together #Collin and Mika snuggling on the cloud bed in heaven or in the club #SkekSo smacking Mika’s ass as they’re talking together and end up bathing together and making out in the stone tub in front of the Gelfling #Deathslinger groping Mika whilst drunk on the dead dawg saloon #lost souls playing piano #Monty and Mika together in his room and Mika cuddling a plushie of Monty only for Monty to be jealous it’s not him atm

[juleyabra]

DEAD DAWG SALOON

#dead by daylight #the deathslinger #digital art

[rootsofdread]

I live for goofy moments with survivors mid serious matches tbh. Nuthin'better than throwing the game because some guy found a way to jump on the table!

Ace, Rebecca, Feng and Dwight with a usually ferocious killer, who's easily amused and/or distracted? They basically see red at all times, running and slashing and tearing everything apart.. untill people stop running away and start doing something unconventional for the place. They see a survivor behind the counter in the Dead Dawg Saloon? Yeah, no, it's not a hunt anymore, it's a bar night. Someone watches TV at Lery's memorial? That's their favourite thing to do now, too! And the carnival games.. Don't even get them started on carnival games. So it's mostly the matter of "who can entertain the said killer for the most time possible" instead of "who can outrun them" most times :)

🦞 uhavefuntoo

this was a fun one to write hehe!! fun fact i based the dwight one off of an experience i had in-game, i can't remember if i was playing dwight at the time but i had gone to pet maurice with two of my teammates and while we were petting him our killer, a nurse, came over and just watched us for a little bit, then left. IIRC, she massacred us, but it was funny X)

(i also tried to amuse a sadako in a similar way...i pretended to be watching one of her TVs, crouched in front of it, was pointing at it, and so she teleported through it, which got me to laugh. she also ended up killing me though lol)

Dwight Fairfield: 

For the most part, Dwight is so afraid of you that anything funny or distracting he might do is completely by accident. For example, when he was trying to hide from you on the grounds of Father Campbell’s Chapel. He ducked down by Maurice’s favorite tent, hiding slightly behind the horse hoping you wouldn’t see him. He began gently petting Maurice to calm himself down, because he swore he could feel something looming over his shoulder. The feeling kept nagging at him as he pet the animal…until he decided he should turn around, and saw you staring at him. But there was something different about your demeanor — you seemed to have calmed down. He was still petrified, of course. Especially when you moved closer and crouched down beside him. He almost bolted away, but you started petting Maurice with him. Confusing as it was, he decided…whatever keeps you from killing him. Maurice seemed happy, too.

Feng Min:

Feng has quite the penchant for messing with killers. Whether or not they ever enjoy it could be up for debate, but it doesn’t stop her from doing it, and she always has fun with you. Every time the two of you are running through the Dead Dawg Saloon, she’ll make some distance between you and her and dive behind the counter inside the saloon, and when you finally catch up to her, she pops up from behind it and announces she’s here to take your order. Seeing the immediate change in your demeanor amuses her to no end, when you suddenly stop and politely approach the counter. Typically, you two will end up playing barkeep for the rest of the match while Feng’s teammates finish generators and everything. Sometimes, other survivors will wander in and either be confused by the scene or decide to join in your games. Either way, Feng loves having fun with you like this.

Ace Visconti:

Of course, Ace is no stranger to testing his luck, especially when it comes to killers. He was testing wacky ways to lose you or direct your attention to something else long before he knew how easy it really was to distract you. He didn’t truly discover this until one day, when running from you around the carnival grounds of Father Campbell’s, he decided to stop at one of the booths. It was a milk jug ring toss game, he figured if he landed a shot, maybe it’d amuse you enough to leave him alone for now. To his surprise, you actually stopped your bloodthirsty rampage to watch him play the game, and you even took a turn after he’d thrown a few. He soon realized, after a couple rounds, was actually having fun with you. A killer…! If he would’ve known this was going to work, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

Rebecca Chambers:

Rebecca doesn’t tend to goof off during trials, not even with other survivors, especially not with a killer. Normally, she wouldn’t be particularly inclined to waste time either, but during a trial between the two of you inside Lery’s Memorial, as she was running from you she was quickly realizing she was running out of ways to keep you distracted. She noticed a television up the hallway, and as a last-ditch effort, sprinted towards it and called a time-out to watch TV together. She didn’t think it would work. But you actually stopped and lumbered towards the TV with your head cocked, and you stood next to her in front of the screen. She was still tense, but internally, she heaved a sigh of relief. Somehow, it had worked…she had gotten you to calm down and stop terrorizing everyone for a few minutes. In a way, it was nice, almost….

#inbox #killer reader #gender neutral reader #dwight fairfield #feng min #ace visconti #rebecca chambers #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dwight fairfield x reader #feng min x reader #ace visconti x reader #rebecca chambers x reader

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hello! I had this idea for a while and what about Caleb Quinn x gn reader who does crochet? For example, Caleb sneaks up into survivor campsite (because he was bored idk) to watch and listen to other survivors and sees reader crocheting something, what looks like his red bandana. Later in trial they wear it and when reader ends up as the last one Caleb just has a little chit chat with them? You know, little talk between artist with weapons and artist with yarn?

If you want you can add other killers! And even reader crocheting specially for them (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Hi there! What a cozy request, I hope you like what I came up with! 🤠

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn x GN!Reader - “A conversation between artists”

The desert sun was warm as always, shining its last rays of light over the Dead Dawg Saloon. Caleb was alone, as always, sipping on a glass of whiskey at the bar. He let out a frustrated sigh as he put down the drinking glass on the bar, a little harder than he had meant to. What was the use of this godforsaken place? Sure, he had all the alcohol in the world, he had his weapons he could work on, but he was alone. Always alone. And he got so bored sometimes. Between trials he just sat here at times, just thinking of everything and nothing. He knew he needed something else now, something to perk him up. And he had thought about it for a while, maybe it was time to put plans into action. So without further ado, he downed the last of the whiskey, grabbed his hat from the counter and got up from the chair.

“Here goes nothin’...” he muttered to himself as he ventured out from the saloon and into the evening outside.

The trees were tall and the forest dark. Nothing like the warm desert Caleb was so used to, but he urged on his quest nonetheless. Navigating through the dark woods proved to be a bit difficult, especially since he didn’t really know where he was going. He just hoped that somehow, if he really wanted to, he’d find it. The survivor camp. They weren’t allowed to hunt outside of trials, but hunting was not on Caleb’s mind now, either way. And when he finally could see a faint light behind the trees, he knew he had gone the right way. Very carefully, not making any sound, he sneaked a little bit closer to the light. It was the campfire, and sure enough, sitting around it were some survivors. Caleb could hear them talking quietly to each other, discussing things and laughing occasionally. He decided that he was close enough, and hid behind a big tree, peeking out a little bit to get a good look at the survivors. There were seven of them, all sitting cuddled up around the fire for warmth and comfort. Some were talking, two apparently kissing, but one survivor caught his attention almost immediately. You, sitting a little bit away from the rest, holding something in your hands. It appeared to be two long needles and some yarn. Caleb had seen this handiwork before, somewhere in his childhood. It was called crocheting, if he wasn’t mistaken. But what were you working on? Caleb peeked out a little bit more from behind the tree, trying to get a good look at the handiwork. Was that… a bandana? A red one, it must be. A bandana just like his! Caleb couldn’t help but let out a little grunt of amusement, luckily no one seemed to hear him. That bandana looked way better than the old rag he was wearing, he thought to himself, and a little smile crept upon his lips. You were talented, no doubt. Caleb remained like that, observing, listening, studying. He didn’t know how much time passed, he was completely lost in the everyday business of the survivors, especially you. It brought him some form of comfort, just standing hidden in the shadows and observing. They didn’t know he was there, they weren’t afraid. They talked about trials, life before this, made jokes about the killers, they lived their new “normal”. With a little sting in his heart, Caleb remembered what his “normal” looked like these days. Hunt, torture, kill. Speaking of, he could feel a trial coming up now. He always felt it in his bones somehow, the call of the Entity. He should get back to the saloon, get ready.

The trial went to shits. Caleb didn’t manage to kill anyone. The map of this trial had been the Red Forest, as Anna called it, and it had been dark and damp. Caleb didn’t do well in a dark and wet forest, especially not when he had to hunt for prey. His eyes weren’t what they used to be. So, naturally, they all escaped, save the last one. The last one was hiding somewhere, probably looking for the hatch since Caleb had a pretty good view of both the gates. Caleb tried to find the hatch as well, and he searched inside the hut first. Nothing there, but just as he was about to leave the hut to go back outside, he saw something moving in the dark corner. A person, the last survivor! He turned around to face them, gun ready. Then he saw that it was you that he had caught. You were wearing the red bandana you had crocheted earlier, how could Caleb not have noticed you earlier? You had frozen in your spot, arms up in the air in a defeated pose. Fear was plastered all over your face, but Caleb knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. So he lowered his gun with a chuckle, seeing confusion on your face now. 

“Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, I ain’t gonna hurt you”, he said.

You didn’t speak, you just stood there, eyeing the gun carefully. Caleb put it down to his side to show you he was serious, and you seemed to relax a little. Caleb pointed towards your bandana.

“That’s neat handiwork right there, that is. Couldn’t ever hold a needle myself, but you seem to have mastered this thing.”

You looked at your captor, furrowing your eyebrow a bit. 

“T-thanks”, you eventually said, seeming to relax even more now. “It didn’t take me too long to make this one, I’m planning on making a sweater next. I only need to find more yarn somewhere.”

“Where have you found such nice, red yarn to begin with?” Caleb pondered, and you gave him a shy smile.

“I kind of stole it from the Thompson house. Found it in a drawer upstairs.”

Caleb chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“Old Max Jr ain’t gonna need that yarn for anything, you help yourself!”

You smiled, tucking a bit at your bandana. Then you pointed towards the Redeemer. 

“You made that one yourself?” 

Caleb nodded, trying not to sound like he bragged too much. 

“18 meter long chain, polished everyday. Harpoon travels at 40m/s when fired. Got a wheel right here to reel the prey back in and-”

He stopped mid sentence. What was he doing, explaining to you how he captured you and your friends and eventually killed you? But you didn’t seem bothered, in fact you seemed interested.

“Love the engravings on the handle”, you said, peeking a bit closer at the gun. “You’re really skilled at this, you know!”

Caleb felt some sort of warmth inside his chest, probably pride. 

“Always need something to work on, you know”, he said. “Gotta keep them hands busy.”

You nodded.

“I’m the same! I loved crocheting before… before all this, so finding that ball of yarn at the Thompson house was really a happy moment. I just wish I could find more yarn somewhere…”

Caleb pondered for a little while.

“Have you searched through this place thoroughly? I could have sworn I saw Anna tinkering with some yarn one time…”

Your eyes lit up with excitement.

“I haven’t searched as well as I’d like to, no. This hut, for example, has some adornments on the walls that point towards yarnwork.”

Caleb grinned at you and waved with his hand.

“Well, go on then! Go search for your ball of yarn, I’ll hold the hatch if I find it.”

You didn’t seem to need convincing, giving Caleb a grateful smile before turning around to begin searching through the hut. 

#who where the two survivors kissing?? gimme your anwswers pls! #dead by daylight #dbd #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd deathslinger #caleb quinn x reader #the deathslinger x reader

[deadbyoffering]

25 more things that the killers (mainly The Legion) Are not allowed to do

See the first 25 things that the killers are not allowed to do

First

26. Mr. Carter is not allowed to hold a petition on banning animatronics. Just because you didn’t like your fortune from Zoltar doesn’t mean you have the power to get rid of them.

27. Mr. Spencer’s chain hooks are not to be use as hook hangers or to hang laundry.

28. Mr. Ojomo bell’s is not to be used as a dinner bell, but it can be used as a fire alarm or to be summoned for a meeting.

29. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed anywhere near a Renaissance Festival without supervision  ever.

30. If you open any chest during a trial, close it.

31. Killers are not allowed to suggest which survivors perk should be banned. Nerfing is enough as it is.

32. No one is allowed to pull the kill switch. Not even on your anyone birthday.

33. Movies that released before 1960s are no longer allowed to be shown during movie night. 

34. Use the restroom before a trial and not during it.

35. The Legion are not allowed to bring spray paint to tag walls anyone anything.

36. Cameras or any flash photography devices are prohibited in the trials with the exception for Mr. Johnson.

37. Maurice was found and has been returned to Mr. Hawk. The perpetrator, the Dredge, is not allowed to be within 50 meters of Maurice or Mr. Hawk property.

38. To clear up some confusion above, the Maurice seen in trials is not the real Maurice but a replica of him.

39. To clear more of the Dredge and the Maurice situation above, those who have reported that the Dredge still has Maurice in its body is just an illusion. 

40. Mr. Kovács or his associates are not allowed to be hired by the following: camping, raiding or intimidating individuals.

41. The Legion don’t have permission to let survivors to leave trials if they defeated them in break dancing, arm wrestling or can make Frank laugh with a comedy skit.

42. Miss Imai is not cosplayer who made a poor attempt as cosplaying the Predator.

43. No one is allowed to trained the crows to attack survivors if the killer is stunned during trials.

44.The Legion Anyone not is allowed to serve alcohol to survivors in the Dead Dawg Saloon or Mount Ormond Resort.

45. The Legion are no longer allowed to yell “hippy hoppy, get off my property” while wearing the Robbie The Rabbit costume. It was funny the first time, but after 48 times it became obnoxious.

46. Although we have the equipment for it, there will never be a snow boarding tournament.

47. Miss Imai’s drones are not to be tampered with. Neither it to be used as a target practice or trying to catch them with a butterfly net.

48. The water tower is not to be used as a pool or hot tub. 

49. Even though he’s the same age as his sister, Mr. Deshayes prohibited to drink alcohol.

50. No longer anybody is allowed to yell “Here’s comes the bees!,” when they see Mr. Cage.

#dbd #dead by daylight #the legion #the doctor #the cenobite #the wraith #the knight #the skull merchant #the ghostface #the dredge #the twins #things that the killers are not allowed to do #25 things X are not allowed to do

[barcodeboyz]

Greenville Square makes me want DBD free roam soooo badly.

Let me toggle between 1st and 3rd person. Let me choose to be a killer or a survivor, let my friends do the same. I can imagine it now, no generators, just exploring the different maps and what they have to offer.

I can picture it now.

Going to Greenville Square to "play" in the arcade with other killers. Serving food behind the counter. Going to the carnival at Father Campbell's Chapel, or Dead Dawg Saloon for a drink. Maybe I just enjoy role play too much, but custom matches aren't enough for me. I need free roam damn it!

#dbd #dead by daylight

[the-oracles-maw]

don't you beg for love

kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!

Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.

The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?

You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"

You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.

A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.

"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."

You weren't fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.

Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.

The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.

"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."

Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.

"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."

You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.

"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.

You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.

"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"

What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...

You felt out of place.

You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.

"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."

"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"

You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."

"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."

You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.

"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"

Not at all.

"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."

You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."

You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."

"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."

You nod.

"Look 'it me."

You kept your gaze downcast. Caleb gingerly reached for your chin and tilted it upwards.

"Look 'it me, mo chuisle."

"I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.

Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"

You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."

Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.

Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.

You wouldn't ever have to beg.

__

"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love

"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"

#peepaw caleb #writeblr #my writing #the deathslinger #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #caleb quinn #caleb quinn x you #caleb quinn dbd #caleb quinn x reader #deathslinger #deathslinger dbd #dbd x you #dbd killer x reader #dbd killer #dbd deathslinger #deathslinger x reader #irish language #hurt/comfort #vent fic #x gender neutral reader #platonic x reader #deathslinger being a grandpa again #dbd x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher fic

[bubbasbubblebutt]

Sometimes I think about Jacques. I know it's most likely a niche inside joke between the developers since he is an animal that they had to program and create to just eat off of corpses in dead dawg but. I also just think about maybe Jacques was named by Caleb? Was he named after an actual person? Did Caleb just hear the name and just liked it?

If Caleb did name the vulture, the vultures have to mean something to him right? Even if they're like the crows in trials, it's still a piece of "home".

God damnit bhvr please for the love of God give us more lore and introspection into Caleb and how he thinks PLEASE

#goat rambles #caleb quinn #dead by daylight #dbd #the deathslinger #deathslinger #jacques the vulture #caleb quinn imagines #dead dawg saloon

[nakeddavidclub]

A blind man walks into a bar, then a table, then a chair.

He’s got jokes.

#dead by daylight #dbd #david king #jokes #dead dawg saloon #NDC

[blot-squisher]

Special thanks to @sourgummibears for helping with references and teaching me how to use procreate 🙌

I’ve wanted to make this for a while but as you can tell, I don’t draw much (see ever anymore) But here is a general overview of the layout of the Realm!

A few notes:

The well, archway, and saloon aren’t that close to the rest of the houses and can only be reached by traveling through the fog.

Camp Crystal Lake is also reachable by traversing the fog, traveling outwards from behind Michael’s house, although the camp isn't not physically in the Realm itself.

Although Max has a house, he prefers to live with Caleb at Dead Dawg Saloon.

Rin splits her time between her house and the Well.

The Fog dissipates around any object or structure inside it, leaving a clear area based on the general size of the object.

Only Slashers that were taken by the Entity have houses in the Realm. Non-Realm Slashers can come and go if they know how to use Doors or are brought in, but a house will not appear for them.

Pinhead does not have a house in the Realm, as he is fully bound to Hell and the Cenobite's god, Leviathan.

Nemesis doesn't have a house in the Realm, generally staying wherever Wesker is (he almost never actually uses his house in the Realm, preferring to stay in a hidden base elsewhere)

Neither Dredge nor the Demogorgon have houses. Both live in the fog and can navigate it without issues thanks to non-sight-based senses.

The archway can be used like any other structure and can be used to open a Door anywhere. Wesker built it to give himself (and Nemesis) another way in and out of the Realm so that he wouldn't have to use the Tree or travel directly into/out of his house.

#surviving the game fic #my art #the Realm #I need to draw more #I spent way too long on this #but I'm so happy #feel free to submit or comment any questions!

[fag-by-daylight]

Bear Pride Flag colour picked from Dead Dawg Saloon :]

[no need to credit me if you use it 👍]

#dead by daylight #dbd #bear pride #queer #jonahs art #<-- I guess I don't know what to tag it as lol

[algebra-of-infinite-night]

Philip, if ya gots a moment or five to spare, I could need yer brain and brawn over at the saloon ~Quinn @frontierdavinci

Glenvale was a beautiful realm to visit, at least in comparison to some of the other places. Philip took a moment to simply appreciate the vibrant if not blatantly illusionary stars in the sky. It felt claustrophobic in its scale- as if it were a leviathan’s vast maw slowly closing in.

He shook himself from his musing and walked towards the Dead Dawg Saloon, holding his breath to avoid the harsh dust that surrounded the town. The building itself was fixed up by the realm’s inhabitant to be something at least semi liveable. In the doorway he paused, head tilted, a glance scanning the room to search for the Deathslinger.

Philip sat down at an uninhabited table, weapon on the floor and resting his hands idly. “I’ll help… what is it that you need of me? Nothing of grave importance, I hope?” His voice was scratchy, and almost whispered with the rattle of a chainsmoker’s gravely tone- as if it hurt to speak. “… If it’s to do with another killer’s business- I recommend speaking with Evan, I don’t mettle in the other’s antics. ..?” He studied the wood grains in the table, watching the whorls shift and blur at the edge of his vision.

It was true, He may be one of the killers with the most memories of the fog before it had all changed- but so was Evan, who had taken the role of whatever was the closest thing to leader around the fog. Philip had simply taken a role amongst the killers as a ghost, fitting to his title. He purely observed, hidden in the shimmering cloak of his wailing bell.

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