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aeryartsco · 1 month

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Pixel Slashers

I recently made some DBD icons to go with my Pink Slashers! I’ll have them as stickers and keychains at Sakura Con next weekend! Which one is your favorite? IG aeryart

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sinnaminns · 5 months

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My favourite gang of hooligans, Legion 🖤

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heathenoushound · 9 months

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Frank wants to meme, Jake doesn’t appreciate his new craft as much tho

#heathenart #dead by daylight #DBD #DBD Jake #jake park #legion DBD #hag DBD #he’s so proud #Jake just doesn’t want to be here at all #sorry Jake but it’s your turn to be trolled and not Dwight #comic #horror #slasher

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zmpixie · 5 months

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“can i call ya back, frank?”

#dead by deadlight #dbd fanart #dead by daylight art #dbd art #legion dbd #julie kostenko #dead by daylight fanart

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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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hauntinglyghostie · 7 months

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Here's a collection of images I redrew as dbd/slashers for fun

#dbd #dead by daylight #michael myers #halloween #halloween 1978 #laurie strode #judith myers #slashers #dwight fairfield #dbd dwight fairfield #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface dead by daylight #ghostface #frank legion #frank morrison #legion dbd

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spoon · 1 year

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♡ ; Legion icons from their new comic announcement . . !

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potatsourie · 2 months

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A long road ahead

I imagine if they didn't k1ll the janitor, they ended up traveling away from Ormond and moved to a bigger city.

#fanart #dbd fanart #art #dead by daylight #dbd legion #frank morrison #joey dbd #dbd susie lavoie #susie lavoie #dbd julie #julie kostenko #the legion #legion dbd

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pomegothic · 3 months

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she is my best friend

#legion dbd #dead by daylight #legion fanart #dbd fanart #fanart #my art #illustration #artist on tumblr #character art #creepy cute

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zhonks · 1 year

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It’s canon because I’m actually Rin

#slasher #dead by deadlight #dbd #dbd fanart #dbd killer #thespirit #spirit dbd #rin yamaoka #legion dbd #frank morrison #Ghostface #ghostface fanart #Danny Johnson #Jed Olsen #dbd Ghostface #slasherfanart

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aeryartsco · 18 days

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I turned my pink pixel killers into stickers, which are now available on my Etsy Aeryartco! Which icon is your favorite?

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imtooscaredforthis · 2 years

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Hello !! I was wondering if you could possibly write a a hc for both Ghostie, Wraith, Trickster, Joey and Frank being super protective of their S/O who is being pushed around during a trial by David. Like David is just pushing their shoulder and belittling them. >~< sorry for being annoying or anything

Okay, I know I responded super late, but I’m doing this so here we go lmao

Mentions of: Bullying, Harassment, Gore, Murder, Survivors being unrealistically mean but it’s ok, etc.

Unedited so don’t be mean

Killers Protecting Their S/O

The Wraith:

It’s the fifth time you’ve messed up the generator, and David’s clearly had enough. You couldn’t help it, due to your anxiety. It’s early in your trial, and you haven’t even seen a killer yet, but every time you try to work, you somehow manage to mess up, your hands slipping and twisting the wrong gear, or messing up the wires.

“Would ya just stop? Clearly, you’re not being useful here. Maybe you’d do some good on a hook or something.” He snapped, making you flinch and apologize yet again.

You’re just about to leave when you hear it. That snarl, you can recognize it anywhere. It’s The Wraith, or how you know him, Phillip.

Knowing how protective he can be, you prayed he didn’t hear your conversation from earlier. But then, you hear that familiar bell, and you know he did.

It all happens so fast. One moment, David’s moving to run, the next, Phillip’s shoving the teeth of Azrov’s Skull through his mouth, impaling him. Blood spills from his lips and you feel like you’re watching a car crash, no matter how much you want to, you can’t look away.

He drops David’s now lifeless body to the ground, before walking up to you and cupping your cheek with his cold, bloody hands. He caressed your cheek for a moment before stepping away, ringing his bell yet again, and disappearing.

You knew he would spend more time with you, but you understood why he had to go. He had a job to do, and so do you.

The Ghostface:

When you’re in Trials with Ghostface, he always has specific rules. While a part of it is because of your relationship, the other is because he knows he can control you. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

And one of those things includes when you can unhook your teammates. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been sitting here, working on the gen, while Danny leaned against a brick wall, watching you.

You’re growing antsy, and he knows it. He loves it. Bill’s already been sacrificed, Ace is injured, and Meg is stuck on hook.

By now, it’ll only be a couple of minutes before she’s on second hook, and you know she’s going to pissed when you go save her.

Danny’s still taunting you, knowing every time he moves, every time he says something, you flinch and look over, ready to go. Finally, he speaks, releasing all your tension.

“Since you’ve been such a doll, I’ll let you go with a thirty second head start. Better get running, sweetheart.”

With that, you take off, sprinting over to Meg and unhooking her. “What the hell took you so long? I could’ve been sacrificed by now. Can’t you do anything right?”

You knew you deserved that, you would be pissed to. But at least you got her. You could’ve just let her die on that hook. And thankfully, you managed to get her just seconds before she reached the second stage. So she didn’t have to be so harsh about it.

“Sorry, Jeez.” You muttered under your breath, following after her as she limped off.

The feeling of a gloved hand on your shoulder makes you jump, but not a noise slips from your lips. You expect to feel a knife plunging into your back, or your stomach or chest. But there’s nothing.

Instead, he walks past you, putting a finger to the gaping hole of his mouth, gesturing for you to keep quiet. You nod, watching as he slowly steps up behind her and stabs her in the side, feeling some satisfaction at the sight.

Fuck her. She deserved that.

The Trickster:

After being thrown from trial to trial by the entity, you’re exhausted. You just want to rest, but you can’t, because you’re stuck in another one. Hopefully it’ll be the last.

You can feel your eyelids drooping and your arms growing heavy, and….suddenly the generator explodes, sending sparks everywhere, and making you jump awake.

“That’s the second time! The killer’s definitely going to find us now!” Feng Hisses angrily.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and I-”

“I don’t care! That’s not how this works. It doesn’t matter how tired or hurt you are. We have to survive, and you just have to suck it up.” She tells you, and you know it’s true, despite how you feel like you’re about to collapse at any given moment.

“I hope the killer gets you first.” She seethes, and it seems like her wish has come true, because the next thing you know, your heart rate is picking up, and the adrenaline is starting to pump in your veins.

You can’t help the way your body begins to tremble, and the tears that fall down your cheeks. This is so embarrassing. Hopefully, whoever it is, they’ll be quick with it.

You didn’t expect to hear a voice. Especially not one so beautiful or familiar, recognizing it almost immediately. “What’s wrong starlight? Why are you crying when we haven’t even had our fun yet?”

“I- It’s nothing- I just- I’m so tired- and I keep on messing up- and Feng got mad at me and…” You trailed on as you sobbed softly, unsure why you were now venting to your popstar murderer boyfriend.

Grabbing your chin, he tilted your face upwards, wiping your tears away with his thumb. He pressed that same thumb to your lip, shushing you. His fingers reeked of blood, but you didn’t mind it.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll deal with it. Go on and play with your little machines, and soon, I’ll come back to make you cry in…other ways.” He giggles, giving you a small wink and kiss on the cheek, letting you go and running off, pulling out his bat.

Only minutes after he was gone you heard Feng’s screams, and cries of pain.

Legion’s Joey:

“What the hell Nea? Why’d you have to lead him over to me?” You snap at her angrily, finding her at the generator, after you had been saved from the hook and patched up.

Even though it was Joey and you knew he wouldn’t go as hard on you, you were still pissed off. The moment she saw you, she went straight towards you with the killer hot on her heels.

And it wasn’t like Joey was going to just let you go. He has a job to do, both of you knew that. Plus, no one else knew about your relationship, and you couldn’t risk having them find out.

So, after muttering a small apology, he put you onto the hook, as gently as he could.

“You’re fine now, I don’t get what the big deal is.” Nea replies, rolling her eyes. “The big deal is you could’ve stuck your neck out for me and helped me and your other teammates by keeping him on you while we worked on generators.”

“And why would I do that? It’s not like you would return the favor. You barley do shit around here.” She remarks.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m not dealing with this shit.” You stormed off, going to find another generator. Little did you know, Joey saw everything.

You’re halfway done working on the generator when your heartbeat starts to pick up again, and you’re pissed off, knowing exactly who’s causing the killer to be so close.

Right when you’re about to rip Nea a new one, you turn around to see Joey stabbing her in the back, jamming his knife into her back as hard as he can, causing her to let out a shrill scream. She drops to the ground, and blood is splattered everywhere. All over him, and you, and you grin, mumbling a small, “Thank you.”

Legion’s Frank:

“Just stop it, will you? I can handle this myself.” Yun-Jin tells you, smacking your hands away after you accidentally pushed too hard on her wounds while you were fixing her up.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, moving away from her. She rolled her eyes, wrapping her stomach with the bandages, murmuring about how she always has to do things herself.

“Just stay away from me, alright? You’re useless enough as it is, the last thing I need is you to get me killed.” She growls, brushing off the dirt and mud on her skirt and getting to her feet.

“Fine.” You mutter, walking away from her, and flipping her off when her back is turn. You don’t even notice that Frank’s there until you hear him laugh at your actions.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll deal with her for you. You better start working on those generators though, if you wanna get hatch.” He tells you, and you can practically hear the smugness in his voice.

You can’t help but smirk at him as you continue to walk off and search for a gen. “Whatever.”

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survivorsusie · 2 months

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SUSIE NATION HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT WITH THOSE LEAKS!

Also yeah hi Susie’s been freed from franks closet.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd ask blog #dbd susie #legion dbd #dead by daylight susie #legion dead by daylight #dead by daylight ask blog #the legion #susie #susie lavoie

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zmpixie · 9 months

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i drew this in like less than an hour but here that one draw this with your squad jail meme but its my dbd mains

#dbd fanart #dead by daylight art #dead by deadlight #knight dbd #trickster dbd #dbd sadako #legion dbd #pyramid head #albert wesker #dredge #dbd art #dbd

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amoristt · 9 months

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since you write for dbd now, can you write a drabble about frank (legion) finding reader in the trials, he used to know her and had feelings for her? can be dubcon/nsfw/sfw whatever you want!

yes yes yes ye sye sye sys yes

- gn! reader . NSFW . noncon referenced but if there's a continuation it'll be dubcon! - as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - want to support me? heres my kofi!

Run, Rabbit | Frank Morrison/Reader

You don't know how it happened.

One moment, you're at work, mindlessly sweeping the floors of the supermarket you worked at like all the other drones employees around you. Time was ticking by astronomically slow and a part of you just wanted to throw your broom down and waltz out. Money be damned.

The last memory you could recall was heading towards the supply room to retrieve cleaning supplies and then… Nothing.

Nothing, and then, it was cold. It was damp, with harsh winds ruffling the fabric of your work uniform. You were outside standing in the middle of what looked like a road that had definitely seen some better days. The streetlight over head flickered in spasms and offered little light. From what you could make out, with narrowed eyes and dilating pupils, you seem to have found yourself planted in the middle of an abandoned town.

Kidnaping had crossed your mind, along with a million other horrific thoughts.

Would anyone even know where to look for you?

With little exploring along the looming walls of the 'town' you found what seemed to be a massive, electric gate. No power, and no way to climb out, so you took to exploring the town further. A certain… Dread filled you.

You couldn't put your finger on it but you swore you were being watched.

Feeling more prey than human you sauntered about, and used what little technician knowledge you'd learned over the years to tinker with generators in the hopes of powering your escape. It had been going well- until it wasn't. One wrong wire and boom. You were off like a bat out of hell.

The way your blood turned to ice when you heard a second set of footsteps behind you was criminal.

Heart in your throat, your fight or flight pumping shockwaves of adrenaline through your veins, your lungs heaving as you ran without even daring to lookback. You didn't have to. Awful, evil energy chased you- practically nipped at your heels. Mind screaming, eyes searching in desperation for somewhere to hide, you could have cried when you found yourself trapped in a corner of those tall, tall walls. Only then did you whip around to face your attacker.

A white, dirty mask adorned by a tall skinny figure has your breath hitching in your throat.

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Frank could have jumped for joy when he heard the delightful sound of an explosion merely yards away. It was like Christmas day- like a gift from god. His blade was hungry in his hand, his eyes searching through the familiar darkness for the survivor.

Excitement vibrated on his skin when he saw the faintest form of a figure in the mist.

His pace picked up, and he gained on you faster than you'd thought possible. In mere moments he was less than a foot away, practically able to reach out, grab your hair and rip you to his feet. But, Frank's always found he loves the chase. He lets you get a couple feet on him, he lets you think you have a chance.

He lets you run yourself into a corner like a frightened rabbit.

And god, when you turn to look at him, with those big doe-like eyes and a trembling lower lip, he knows why the Entity had brought him here. He takes a pause of appreciation for a few seconds while you stumble backwards. When your feet hit the wall behind you, he drinks in your appearance, clicks his tongue tauntingly, and twirls his blade in his hands. Your fear ridden voice reaches him like a song.

A song that he finds himself… Recognizing.

From behind his mask, he narrows his eyes. He knows you- he's sure of it. Somehow…

It clicks somewhere in his brain when he really looks at you- past the fear, past the shaking fingers and the sheen of sweat over your skin. A wiry smile forms on his lips and he can't help but laugh to himself deep in his chest. The sound brings waves of terror that he can see course through you.

Years it's been since he's last seen you, he thinks. He'd been in this place for so long he isn't even sure. Maybe it was years, maybe it was decades, even. All he knew was that no matter how long it had been, you were here now, standing before him and completely at his non-existent mercy. He'd always been fond of you since he'd met you in Ormond. You were a free thinker, treading on the darker side of the moon just like him. You saw the cracks in humanity, saw the world through his very same lenses.

He loved your fiery spirit, your impenetrable will.

And, most of all, he loved how he just knew he could tear it all down.

But he'd never got the chance. Your parents had damn near grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and dragged you to a different, safer city once they'd learned the types of people their child had been hanging out with. The types of influences you'd been around. He'd always felt a strange, out of place sadness at never even getting to figure out where you'd been taken.

Or maybe it wasn't so much sadness, as it was disappointment he hadn't really gotten the chance to corrupt you.

You were the one that got away.

Until now, that was. Because now you were here practically fucking gift wrapped for him, like the Entity was rewarding him for his devious behavior.

You're watching every movement he makes, pupils searching frantically for his line of sight, hands clasped at your heaving chest. It make's him giddy.

Frank can't hold back the snarky laugh that escapes him when he takes in your outfit, noting the corporate companies logo. If only your past self could see you now, they'd be sorely disappointed. But, surely that didn't matter. Not now.

Smoothly, he dangles his knife out to his side, before he lets it go. It thuds to the ground, abandoned. It offers little comfort to you, he notices, seeing your worried expression eye the knife before trailing back up to his mask. If he had a little more decency, he'd feel almost a bit bad for you. But, he doesn't, so… He doesn't.

After all, why deny himself of something he'd always wanted?

His figure looms over yours, a light behind him casting a deep shadow over your shrinking form. The outline of you vibrates as you shake fiercely before him. His fingers twitch to touch you, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do you.

A part of Frank wants to rush in- tear away the layers of clothing keeping you covered and collapsing your shaking knees to the dirt, rip at your hair and force you to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down your exposed flesh, have you cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes him shiver in need.

Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion.

He could play it slow, drag the pads of his fingers up your arms, to the dips of your collar bones. Witness every last goosebumps in it's wake.

He could flatten the palms of his hands and slide it up your shirt until you're the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of your arousal through your thin underwear until those terrified shakes turn into ones of want. And he knows he could do it, too.

Oh, he could work you until you're practically begging for him to take you.

Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, he brings a hand up to your face and pats your cheek before he flattens his palm against your flesh. It's dewy, hot.

Soft.

Gently, he caresses you, thump rubbing saccharine circles into your skin. You barely flinch away, eyes fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past your lips.

Frank grins to himself.

Talk about fun.

#dead by daylight #dbd #frank morrison #legion dbd #frank morrison x reader #imagine #smut #kinda lol #headcanons

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Hey! So a bit of a weird request, and if your uncomfortable you can ignore this! But I had this idea of what would happen if a new blind survivor appears (I thought this up in the middle of the night and thought it be a terrifying situation.) How would ghostface, and frank if your ok adding him, would treat this survivor and if anything would develop towards them? Especially since they take awhile to accustom to the constant changing trials and where to locate generators, adapting to different killers, etc

Okk soo you didn't specify how blind so I'm just gonna make reader to where everything is really blurry and their eyes can hardly detect light.

Ghostface and Frank react to survivor who's blind

Ghostface

He see's a new survivor and is immediately intrigued

When he stalks you he see's that your having a hard time moving around

You bump into things and fall over

Constantly putting your hands in front of you swiping the air

He's confused at first then it clicks that you could be blind

He giggles and is even more interested in you now

He sneaks up behind you and grabs you by the waist

When you jump in surprise he laughs hard

"Woah hey! Calm down let me help you, I'm going to bring you to your fellow survivors so they can explain and help you"

He would explain to you but he doesn't want a headache

He keeps ad eye out for you

Even if you now realize he's a killer he still helps you out here and there, even if you don't want it and try to run away

I think feelings could possibly develop but at the early stages it's just him being intrigued by your disability

Frank

He frenzy's your way and when he sees you try to run but stumble over and bush and fall he can't help but laugh

He's very confused but finds it extremely hilarious

You get up but then stumble and trip over every little thing

He is dumbfounded

How are you so clumsy

But after a couple of trials with you he realizes that your blind

He feels a little bad

So he avoids using his frenzy on you

He also sometimes may give you hatch

He gives you a bit of an advantage

He may have caught feelings

Don't tell Julie though

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