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#phillip ojomo x reader
5eraphim · 1 year
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Just read you DBD killers x Altruistic Reader (it was amazing, btw) and am now wondering if you could Deathslinger and or Wraith and Doctor too for it?
Aww, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this installment as well, and thank you so much for the request, I really appreciate it :)
Part 1 (Not required reading, but if you wanted to read more)
Rating: PG
Characters: Doctor, Wraith and Deathslinger
Word Count: 1.5k
Requests are currently open <3
The Doctor
Oh, this is gonna be good.
The Doctor is more knowledgeable than other killers and quickly picks up. You weren't unskilled or stupid given his eerily accurate ability to read and analyze people he'd maintained in the entitie's realm.
Furthermore, Herman was genuinely fascinated with you. His mind constantly tries to find new stimulation to fuel new experiments. And never before had he seen a survivor so dedicated to altruism as you were. Considerable given how long he'd served the entity in this realm.
From this point on, he would ensure you were in a near-constant state of madness. Constantly plaguing you with visions and auditory hallucinations, an agony where you were never sure you could trust your own mind. Herman wanted to observe and see if he could break you with this alone. If just a little spark of madness were enough to snuff out your altruism and lead you to behave as selfishly as the rest of your team. For some time, he was proven, unfortunately, correct.
In this state, you were blinded to the fact you were running past injured survivors you could've easily stopped by to heal. Racing in a blind panic from visions of the Doctor when he wasn't there and wasting your time cowering in fear while the rest of your team was forced to try and win the match without you. All the while, Herman felt a sick sense of pride, knowing he'd broken someone who once was so staunchly altruistic.
It was terrifying for you. Unable to ignore your team members' glares and cold shoulders after losing the match because of your inability to control your madness. The humiliation stung, though deep down, it was getting other people hurt that really got to you.
In the subsequent trial you fought against Herman, you spent what felt like ages mentally preparing yourself to fight the madness and swore you wouldn't let him break you so quickly as he had before. But, ultimately, you realized no madness could compare to the hatred you felt for him.
Eventually, you got your wish and found yourself facing off against the monster in question, hearing his skin-crawling giggle as he no doubt instantly had his eye on you. Though this time, you refused to let him have the upper hand. Staring him down, daring him to make the first move and prove you weren't so easily intimidated. You waited, expecting him to use his power or to start charging forward. You didn't expect to hear him taunting you, slowly drawing nearer with a composer you'd never seen from him before.
"What a privilege it is to possess such loyal prey."
You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to hold your ground and not flee like before. You continued to stare him down from your position. Internally you were waiting to sprint off the moment he charged at you for real. Internally you reasoned with yourself it was wise to keep him here as long as possible to buy your team more time. But his words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what he meant by this.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were upset it'd been so long since we'd seen each other."
His words sent a chill down your spine. There was an off-putting edge to his words you'd never seen before. Enough to send you sprinting away, swearing to prove yourself to the rest of the team this match. You did your best to ignore the way you could've sworn you could still hear his voice in the back of your mind as you sprinted away.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I've so missed breaking you with my madness. It looks like we need to compensate for the lost time then, doesn't it?"
The Wraith
This truly hurt him to watch.
The only way he'd managed to endure his sadistic role in this realm inflicting pain upon the innocent was to let himself believe everyone here was evil. To convince himself, this was a place of misery for miserable people. The idea he was only doing what he was told, and if the survivors were in his position, they would do the same. It was simply the way things were. 
But when he watched you never failing to stop and heal a teammate in need, the way you were so unafraid to take a hit for another despite the danger it meant for you awoken something within himself that lay dormant for a long time. 
The Wraith wasn't afraid to take his suffering, this inner turmoil, out on you. How dare you remain so gentle and hopeful in a world which broke so many. He projected much of his guilt of becoming complacent in the suffering of others onto you, and every act of altruism he observed from you only spurred him on. Not allowing himself to think about the blatant denial he used to cope. 
When he finally discovered how your team didn't work nearly as hard to save you, he realized how much he resonated with you.
He desperately felt he needed to communicate with you. He could ignore the obsession no longer. But, as much as he wanted to hate you or see you as everything he couldn't be, he knew it was all a lie. 
After a fierce trial between you and him, he decided it was time to make his move. You were in such a panic watching your team fall one by one as you just couldn't seem to work fast enough. You failed to realize how you were being carefully monitored by the killer. Phillip moved as silently as a shadow behind you, not even needing to cloak himself as your fear fueled you, blinding you to the danger at hand.
Typically, when you saw the hatch spawn and knew the game was nearly over, you were always so relieved, but not this time. Instead, all you could focus on was the guilt you felt not being able to save anyone, hardly managing to preserve yourself against the killer you feared the most. 
You could hear Phillip's bell chime close behind, your stomach sinking as you realized you were almost certainly about to die. Sure enough, after you ran close enough to nearly touch the hatch, you felt a hard blow between your shoulder blades. Knocking you down with the sheer force of the attack.  
You waited for the mori that never struck. Instead, you heard a voice whispering in your ear,
"You want an easy way out. I can tell you want to keep your morality intact, but this is no way to do it. So please, don't end up like me."
And with that, the monster seemingly vanished altogether, as you were left alone, trying to force yourself to crawl forward despite how your head spun, unable to forget his words. You may not understand what he meant by this, but for a moment, you couldn't help but feel more compassion than fear for the monster.
The Death Slinger
When Caleb wised up to the way you were acting so recklessly with your own life, he was furious. He was forced to grow up tough in life and knew altruism like this would kill you. Though Caleb didn't want to admit it to himself, he also resented watching you save others, knowing he never had the luxury of someone doing the same for him when he was alive.
His tip-off about your intentions was watching you work on the generators. He may not have the best "people smarts," but he was an engineer in life, and he can tell a lot about someone by listening to them work on mechanics. Your competency quickly disproved his initial read of you as unskilled. In other words, you weren't going down so fast because you were just easy prey. You knew how to save yourself. There was just something else going on here entirely.
Despite all this, he cannot help but feel sympathy for you. Nothing upsets him like treachery, and the way no one else seemed to care whether you lived or died really affected him.
Caleb needed no additional reason to hate the survivors. But when he watched you limping post-trial around the fire with the others. It didn't matter to him how survivors were always restored to perfect health before every trial. That didn't change the fact it should be them in pain, not you!
Despite his obsession, you were hardly aware the cowboy was so obsessed with stalking you. After all, he was just the type to leave personal matters outside of trials, and from your point of view, the killer was just as ruthless and cruel to you as he was to anyone else. Though you couldn't shake the way, you could swear you saw his ghostly phantom-like eyes following you well after the match. 
You were seriously taken off guard when you were pulled right behind him with the awful grip of his bayonet. Caleb leaning down to whisper in your ear,
"If you want to dig your grave to protect these snakes, you call a team. I won't stop you. But don't be surprised when you find a knife in your back that doesn't belong to a killer."
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animefans-stuff · 1 year
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The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo x child! Reader [ Platonic ]
Warnings; grammar mistakes, ooc Wraith, reader cries once, but other then that fluff.
Comments and reblog are very much appreciated. Please enjoy :)
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Wraith, in the few years that he's been stuck in the entity's realm for its sick pleasure and entertainment, never thought he'd be watching over a child. Now, as to why the entity had brought a child into it's realm was beyond him.
All Phillip knew is that he had to watch over you, and keep you safe.
Standing in the foggy wastelands, that was Autohaven Wreckers. Wraith watched you crawling around, giggling and reaching out at the occasional crow that had flown by, before crawling back to a small pile of rocks, twigs and scrap pieces of metal.
Your attention span was truely fascinating to Phillip as he wondered how you could go from playing with one thing to another. Perhaps it was just something, children do. He'll never fully understand.
Letting out a soft hum Wraith moved closer to you, before kneeling down to your height. You turned to face your caretaker and giggled again. " Bell. " You spoke, pointing at the bell and then Azarov's skull. Confused, Wraith titled his head to the side. Trying to figure out what you mean.
Wraith stood up and obeyed, hitting the bell three times made you clap your hands. However, he was unaware he was now invisible.
" Ring.. " you tried mimicking him hitting the bell. Oh, you wanted to hear the bell ring.
Your giggles were quickly stopped as you struggled to look for him, your child like brain wasn't able to figure out he was invisible and didn't disappear forever.
Whimpering softly, your bottom lip slowly started to quiver as tears pooled in the corner of your eyes. Tears slowly slid down your face and onto the ground, as you mumbled small pleas for Wraith to come back.
Taking a moment to realize what and why you were crying. Once figured out, he fumbled around to hit the bell again. Un-cloaking himself as he kneeled down to you, gently waving his hands around to get your attention.
You looked at him before smiling weakly, as if nothing happened. Wiping the tears from your eyes, he gently pulled you into a hug. While learning an important lesson.
Not to ring the bell around you.
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1-800-cr33py · 1 year
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I am- stuck on- Phillip (Wraith) from Dead by Daylight so much cause he- he just like me fr- and WE BOTH LIKE MATH AND SPACE- (I am referring to the dating sim. He is- yeah I love him)
Anyways uh- yeah I want some SFW wraith headcanons with a Gn!reader (so everyone can enjoy)
Ask and you shall receive :D
Phillip’s love language is quality time and acts of service, as I believe he’s wary of letting others touch him.
He loves tracing shapes onto your skin when you’re permitted down time together. Phillip loves to be cradled in your arms and just. Exist. No sacrifices, no butchering innocence. Just existing in a point in time where nothing and no one else matters to him but you.
I think Phillip finds playing with his s/o’s hair is calming. Whether you have straight hair or 4c coils, if you’ll allow him, he’ll definitely play with your hair, styling it if time is permitting.
I think the Wraith is very crafty, shaping jewelry out of old twine from Coldwind, pretty rocks he finds in the forest, you name it.
Phillip is a quiet soul, he’d rather show his affections than say them.
We know that screenie of him and Nurse dancing? Yeah thats his. He loves to dance with his partner.
He smells like old, wet wood and the earth after it rains.
Please baby him from time to time, he gets so tired of having to pear as threatening and such.
He used to like writing, so he enjoys watching his s/o write and read aloud.
That’s all i got for rn, but I’ll probably make a pt.2 to this because I love the Wraith.
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virginstoner666 · 2 years
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The Dead by Daylight dating simulator was actually real theres no way-
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vyglitchcraft · 1 year
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Request: OPEN
HELP I'M OVERWHELMED BUT TY FOR THE SUPPORT, ALSO I'M GONNA START DOING MORE
Request count: 20
Literally no rules except be specific when you request, tell me what reader you want, and if its a headcanon or fic also no CC x CC, reader insert ONLY also i can't do poly
Also i do OC x CC but request it at your own risk because it wouldn't be too accurate and i need a very VERY detailed description of your OC but also you might get a chance of me drawing your OC so yay!
MORTAL KOMBAT Req List
Characters
CALL OF DUTY
Simon Riley
John Price
Alex Keller
Alejandro Vargas
Rudolfo Parra
Gary Sanderson
John Mactavish
Phillip Graves
Konig
Keegan Russ
Firebreak/Krystof Hejek
Merc 5
Viktor Stitch Kuzmin
SLASHERS
Jason Voorhees
Michael Myers
Ghostface (Scream 1 and DBD)
Kazan Yamaoka
Evan Macmillan
Herman Carter
Phillip Ojomo
Max Thompson Jr
Caleb Quinn
Tarhos Kovacs
Legion (Frank and Joey)
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𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙎/𝙈𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋𝙎 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎
Characters with "*" by their name are personal faves
Characters I write for:
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Slasher Characters:
Billy Lenz (BC 1974)*
Martin Mathias (Martin 1976-78)*
Carrie White (Carrie 1976)*
Bo Sinclair (HOW 2005)
Billy Loomis + Stu Macher (Scream)
DBD Characters:
Dwight Fairfield
The Wraith/Phillip Ojomo
The Doctor/Herman Carter
Miscellaneous:
John Doe (MortisFox)
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𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎
I dont ship nor pair characters with eachother, my fanfics will either be non-romantic or x reader.
My fanfics will mainly be written from an implied female pov but I will try to do nonbinary/masculine fics too.
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𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏….
heavy violence
smut
controversial topics
𝘿𝙊 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏….
fluff
angst
light violence
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𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋𝙎
My writing will be slightly ooc for the characters i write for, its my interpretation of them and I hope you can understand :)
For my match ups all you need is
fandom
sexuality
personality
and some info about yourself, likes/dislikes, hobbies, aesthetic.
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fandom-go-round · 3 years
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May I request Wraith, Legion, Felix, and Jeff reacting to fem S/O new outfit. Like she got a cute swimsuit or something for the waterfront massacre collection.
Warnings: Implied Sexual Situations, Flirting, Sexual Scenarios, Jealousy, Implied Sex
The Wraith:
It takes him a few trials to realize that your outfit has changed. He’s not one of the killers who looks forward to a certain ‘season’. It’s all fake anyway and Phillip isn’t one to try and fool himself. He will notice, however, mostly because he’s chasing you and you have a lot more leg out than normal.
After that it hits him that it’s summer and he has a mix of emotions. He loves seeing you in new outfits; he knows you like them because it makes you feel more normal and human. He hates that everyone else gets to see so much of your skin. Normally you’re more covered than this and he can’t imagine that it’s fun to run around like that.
Phillip is quicker to end trails where you’re in your swimsuit, mostly so that he can have time with you afterwards. It’s not so noticeable that people comment but you’re able to put the dots together. You tease him about it, but he doesn’t seem to care, pulling you closer to snuggle. You must be cold, let him help warm you up.
The Legion:
Oh boy. If you thought they were on your ass before, it’s nothing like when you get a swimsuit. The minute any of them see you, the chase in on and you’re not getting away until they get a private fashion show. Frank and Julie are the worst, wanting to corner you and unwrap you. It takes a while to convince them to complete the trial, if only to not piss the Entity off.
Joey likes to whistle as you run by, turning from who he’s hooking to watch you go. Sometimes it ends with people escaping but it’s worth it to watch your ass. Frank will let you go if you ask nicely and let him snap your shoulder straps. He might yank them down too but only if you’re being extra cheeky.
Suzie likes to go swimming with you. It’s fun to splash around but the real treat happens when you leave the water. Nothing gets her going like watching the water travel down your skin. Julie likes to do all of these things and more. The Legion is not going to rest until you’re in their grasp and then, well, sharing is caring right?
Felix Richter:
Felix doesn’t know what to think the first time he sees your new outfit. He’s still not used to this world yet and he finds it more insulting than exciting when you get ‘new outfits’. It makes him feel like a doll and he can’t help but think that way towards everyone else’s things too. He can admit, however, that you look fantastic.
It’s hard to concentrate when you’re crouched on the other side of the gen and your chest is out. His gaze wanders more than it should and he’s only saved because his fingers are quick. You don’t notice his fingers slipping but you do notice how his gaze is always lower than your face.
You tease him mercilessly when he gets his own swimsuit. Mostly it’s comments about how nice his chest looks and then he’s blushing red. He knows for sure that you’ve realized he has little self-control. The two of you sneak off to yourselves, no one trying to stop you. Better that you get it out now instead of keeping your feelings inside.
Jeff Johansen:
Jeff really likes your swimsuit. It’s very bright and flashier than what you normally wear but it’s a nice change of pace. It definitely feels like summer; Jeff is sad that you have to spend it in here instead of at an actual beach.
He tries his best to help you navigate in your new outfit. If you’re at a cold location he’ll lend you his jacket, help you pick through the corn fields and tall grass. It’s not a lot in the grand scheme of things but you appreciate it and Jeff likes to see you smile. It helps to bring you two closer than before.
You’re the one to corner him after a trial, crowding him against a tree and asking if he liked your outfit. Jeff is quick to stutter out a yes, eyes wide as you press closer and smirk. He doesn’t protest when you sink to your knees, giving him a wink. It pays to be a gentlemen.
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knyafe · 2 years
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Hi! Could I ask for a DBD killer matchup?:) I found your blog recently thanks to a friend, and oh gosh I just love what you write!
I'm female (she/her) and bisexual. I'm caucasian (British), 5'10'', somewhat stocky build. Tbh when it comes to clothes I just prefer whatever's comfortable. Catch me in my old muddy walking boots in a t-shirt and jeans/trousers any day! I love taking walks or exploring when I have the time to.
I'm a patient and supportive sort of person, the defacto 'mom friend' of my friend groups. You want to talk? I’ve got all the time you need. You need some time alone? I’m always here for you, but you take as long as you need. I’m very friendly and can be quite soft but when need be I can be firm. When friends or loved ones get upset or angry, I do my best to help them calm down. There's very little I wouldn't do if it means helping others out, admittedly sometimes to the point of neglecting my own wants/needs. I have a lovely singing voice, though I’ve never been one to flaunt it! I love horror movies, classical/instrumental music, telling jokes, reading/writing stories and I adore snakes, insects and tarantulas; I've never been afraid of the strange, the frightening or the unusual, however sweet and friendly I otherwise am. I’m not much of a cuddler; having someone to sit with or be held by on occasion might be nice, but not a deal breaker. I have a soft spot for protective sorts, admittedly. Someone who wants/needs me, but also someone to protect me like how I support those closest to me all the time, you know? 
Thanks a bunch for taking the time to read this over! I do hope what I’ve written is alright/enough!
I match you with:
The Wraith
• Your being patient and supportive a immediately draws him to you. Phillip can be a bit shy and hesitant to interact, but watching you interact with others and seeing how nice you are eases his nerves.
• Phillip loves taking walks with you and exploring new, strange, isolated locations within the fog. Even though he's the one who's a killer, he feels safe in your presence, like you're as capable of protecting him as he is you.
• He loves to hang out with you deep in the fog, simply listening to you sing or enjoying any stories or jokes you have to tell. He's delighted to have nice, non-stressful company like you.
Alternatively,
The Huntress
• It's a little shallow, but Anna can't help but be drawn to you just by the fact you're female and shorter than her - You remind her of those little girls she so loved to take care of in the past... Lucky for you, there's no starvation in the fog.
• Anna can be a bit overbearing, looming over your shoulder and constantly trying to take you away from the campfire to keep you all to herself, but she means well. She loves you dearly and wants to protect you.
• She adores your singing voice, and spends hours teaching you and allowing you to teach her different songs so you two may sing together.
Thank you for your patience! Matchups are still open!
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prophxtslash · 4 years
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More Phillip Ojomo Headcanons
saw that @doctorsbutt was looking for some, so thought I’d try my hand at more Tree Boy😳
Phillip is extremely fond of animals and he’s saddened at the lack of them in the Realms. Other than spending time with the crows, he can be found with Maurice at Father Campbell’s time to time. 
Phillip can be very shy and recluse, but once you’re close enough to him he reads like a open book. Whether it be in a platonic or romantic relationship, he’s clingy and will follow you around like a little puppy. Definitely the type to linger ominously at your shoulder and freak people out.
Phillip is a bit of a prankster, in that he’s been known to stand perfectly still among the trees and scare passersbys. The current count is 13 and most of them have been David.
Phillip is very fond of holding people, and once you’re in his arms he’s not going to let you go for awhile. He’s also the type to keep walking when someone is wrapped around his leg, much like a little kid would do. Feng and Cheryl are particularly fond of this mode of transportation.
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Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter One★
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Masterlist
Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)
Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)
Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader
Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?
Warning(s) for this Chapter: Mentions of Murder, Sympathy for Killers
Chapter Song Inspiration: Lost Girls by Lindsey Sterling
Notes: This series is going to be a trip! It's nowhere near Halloween but The Hallowed Blight has always caught my eye, along with the whole Benedict Baker journal entries during the duration. Adding my own twist and using the given things from those entries, I've come up with this! The whole Survivor/Killer in this reader insert is to help me build an upcoming OC for Dead by Daylight, using The Blight as a base. This story is going to be the longest thing I've written in a while. Please enjoy Chapter One!
Dedication(s): @irageneve, @insearchofnewdreams, @daylightbydead and @renlvbon!
Taglist: Empty (Please refer to my Taglist post if you'd like to be tagged for this series!)
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Blood Lodge—Autohaven Wreckers
You awoke in a shudder, fingers digging into the cool dirt of the ground. Where am I? You thought to yourself as you stood up and took in the surroundings; it looked to be an assortment of crushed metal and cars stacked in odd places, a large but fairly small decrepit building in the distance. Standing on wobbling feet, anxiety had started setting in. One moment you were in darkness and the next you were thrown here, into an unknown place that's seemed too real but also unreal.
"Hello?" You call out to the foggy and dank atmosphere and only get a slight echo in response. Creeping away from your current position, the distant sound of what seemed to be a generator being worked on gave you a slight spark of hope—was there power? Were there other people? Peeking from a corner, a woman was kneeled next to the generator that you had caught wind of. Walking up to her, you try to speak as she turns to you but she runs away leaving you confused. A wail of a bell caught your ears as you turned sharply to see the shimmer of orange and something materialize to a figure.
The large figure turned out to be somewhat human and creature, it's "skin" looked as if it was the rough texture of wood as it gave off a sweet pine smell. In one hand, it held a bell that sung that sweet song moments ago and the other gripped what looked like a spine and skull equipped with long strips of metal that dribbled with blood. Getting a good look at it's face, the "it" seemed more like a "he" as he moved closer to you. Your heart pounded softly in your ears as he lifted a hand to your face, flinching on instinct. He seemed curious, like a child finding a new toy to play with.
"W—who?" You murmur as he stands there, hand still on your cheek as he stares—he seems to be analyzing you as you did him. You were surprised when he leaned down to your height as kissed your forehead—he refused to kill you, you looked to sweet and kind to hurt. Stunned, you watched as he turned on his lanky legs and hit the bell twice as it sang it's song once more, disappearing into a shimmer of orange.
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After your encounter with the strange man/monster, you stumbled across a brown-skinned sweet woman. She introduced herself as a Claudette Morel and briefly explained the whole point of this realm to you. She seemed extremely trustworthy and you were surprised when she described the killer to you. "I met him—he just kind of stared at me and I stared at him, like we were getting to know each other without saying anything," You explain as she nods.
"Maybe he knows you're new and he refuses to kill you? Some killers are merciful on occasion," She explains as your hands work with the generator on their own. It was nice to make conversation in this new world. She explained that there was yourself, herself, and the other woman (Meg Thomas) left in the trial—Dwight had been sacrificed and you flinched when you heard how. She also explains her backstory to you, and you try to explain your own.
"I don't remember," You blurt as she nearly messes up the generator, finishing it just in time to hear the howl of the so-called exit gates. "You don't? That's odd." Her fingers grasp your own as she leads you to the exit gates, large metal doors with a lever next to them. You pull the lever as the sounds of gears turning and unlocking is heard as you continue your chatter with Claudette just to flinch when you hear a scream. "Meg got hooked," Claudette informed, pointing in the direction of the glowing red aura of her silhouette. The figure from before was headed your direction as Claudette screeched and ran out the now-open exit gates as she pulled you with her, leaving you to stared back at the man—now known to you as The Wraith—as he slowed and watched you leave.
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"There's a new survivor in the fog."
"I heard she befriended The Wraith her first trial and didn't get hit."
"You think we can trust her?"
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The whispers of the other survivors were getting to you, the only thing keeping you grounded was Claudette. "This is normal for new survivors," She coos sweetly as tears dripped from your cheeks—you had just arrived and they already didn't trust you? "I'll be back," You murmur to Claudette as your feet carried themselves as you walked straight into the thick woods and fog. A dim light flickered in the distance as you continued forward, what was over there?
You stumbled back as you ran into nothing, falling right to the floor as the familiar toll of a bell caught your ears as The Wraith materialized in front of you. His legs folded neatly under him as he sat next to you on the floor, his rough textured fingers grazing your tear stained cheeks. Now closer to him, you could see his lips which were hidden so well with his the color of his skin and the what seemed like paint white stripes on his face.
He stood suddenly, his hand reaching out for your own as he hooked his bell and weapon on his hip. You took his hand subconsciously as he pulled you softly along to the light you had been following, not noticing a barrier you had passed with the help of The Wraith build back up to keep the other survivors out. Opening your eyes, you were met with lots of different faces and masks—all unique and terrifying in their own ways.
You realized then that these were the people who's sole job was to murder you and the others back at camp; you trusted a killer enough to lead you here. Your head screamed for you to run, but your heart ignored its pleas as you not dare to move. Their stares were unnerving as you couldn't keep eye contact with any of them, fingers twirling around themselves as you stood nervously. The sudden crunching of leaves and sticks made you look up to see a very tall man looming over you, his mask designed to make it grin.
"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?"
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glitchstoxicwaste · 2 years
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DBD Masterlist(s)
Survivors
Jake Park
Dwight Fairfield
Leon Scott Kennedy
Jeffery (Jeff) Johansen
Killers
Michael Myers
Jason Voorhees
Freddy Krueger
Bubba Sawyer
Pyramid Head
Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
Frank Morrison (Leigion)
Joey (Leigion)
Evan MacMillan (Trapper)
Kazan Yamaoka (Oni)
Phillip Ojomo (Wraith)
Max Thompson Jr. (Hillbilly)
Herman Carter (Doctor)
Caleb Quinn (Deathslinger)
Talbot Grimes (Blight)
Elliot Spencer (Cenobite)
Demogorgan
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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years
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Between all characters the one I can’t see in a positive light because of the players is bubba
If I get camped one more damn time they’ll be a murder
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Yesss, def Bubba, The Wraith, Doctor, LEATHER FACE OMG, Spirit, Twins and much more for me let me tell you
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slasherkisss · 4 years
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Could I have some Perverted S/O who adores The Wraith, Philip Ojomo
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The Wraith With a Perverted S/O
Phillip is a shy boy, so having an openly sexual or perverted s/o is gonna fluster the HELL out of him
Straight up will run away from his s/o at the beginning, the comments and moves they make towards him so overwhelming that he can’t help but have a small fight or flight response
It becomes this weird (and kind of erotic) game of tag for them both
If you catch him, he usually gives in and lets you do what you want with him (or visa versa depending on the game and how it goes)
When he gets more comfortable with it, though, Phillip has an obvious kink and response to it, his entire form growing hot and squirming under your words and actions
Put a hand on his leg, lean in, and whisper into his ear how hot you think it is when his blade goes through someone and he’ll pop a boner then and there
Kiss his neck and tell him, sweetly, that you wish you’d run his blade through you and he’ll pin you down in an instant, his body over you and letting out needy whines/growls the whole time as he ravishes you
Phillip is horny and impatient once his s/o breaks down his walls enough and is willing to fuck them anywhere in the forest of the entity if they’re into that, trust me
Shy boy, big praise kink, and a lot of words get him going; so he’s the ideal candidate for messing with in a perverse way for sure
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fandom-go-round · 3 years
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I got a horny idea with Wraith. Like one day in a trial he was hOrnY and decided to fuck with his survivor fem crush while he's invisible (literally and figuratively), he stalks her then touches her and then it eventually leads to him manhandling her and doing the do with her while he's still invisible. Plus points if his crush has to keep quiet because another survivor "interrupts" Them 👉👈
 Warnings: Outdoor Sex, Invisible Sex, Implied Relationship, Slight Voyeurism, Fucking in Front of Someone Unaware, Canon Typical Stalking, Implied Canon Typical Violence
          You know that facing off against the Wraith during a trail means that you’re going to get stalked but this is wild compared to how it normally goes. Usually he’ll sneak up behind you, sound his bell and then it’s a race between the trees until you’re caught or get away. Today it’s a completely different story.
           You yelp as there’s another firm squeeze on your ass but when you turn there is, predictably, nothing there. You can see Wraith shimmering off to the side but he pretends not to see you, even as you glare and move away from him. You huff, focusing back on the generator in front of you and ignoring the killer refusing to kill you.
           He had hooked some of the others earlier but now showed no interest in stopping anyone from finishing the trail. You’re halfway through the generator before the Wraith pulls you back into the trees. You half struggle, knowing what’s coming but can’t stop from groaning when he pushes into you.
           You feel him sigh against your back, holding you close as he bounces you on top of him. You try to stifle your cries but its hard when you look down and see nothing but the ground underneath you. Phillip pants heavily in your ear, not stopping even as someone comes through the woods on the other side.
           Your eyes go wide when you see Bill crouch by the generator and start to work. Your whimpers are going to be too loud at this point and you don’t want to have to explain what’s going on. Two long fingers are pressed against your mouth and you swallow around them without thinking, muffling your cries as best you can.
           Bill makes no move to look around so you figure he can’t hear anything and Wraith seems to realize it too, slamming into you harder and moving you faster. He’s so much taller than you, your head only coming up to his chest. He moves you easily, cock moving deeper as he works it inside. You don’t try to stop him, arching your back and pushing your breasts into his hands.
           You hear him groan faintly behind you, palms rough on your nipples as he gropes and pulls. There’s no fighting him now; he’s as deep as he can be and rocking against you, giving short thrusts that barely move him out of you.
           You bite down on his fingers as you cum, Phillip’s other hand rubbing short circles over your clit. You feel him give two short thrusts before he’s cumming inside of you, the white staining both of your thighs. You half notice when the gen goes off and Bill runs off, mumbling to himself about where the killer is.
           Phillip croons into the back of your neck and you reach behind to gently rub the back of his head. He gives one slow roll of his hips and you moan, giving a nod. He makes a pleased grumble and begins to thrust again, helping to keep your cries muffled. You might not understand why he gets into these moods but damn if you’re going to try to stop him.
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fandom-go-round · 3 years
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Can you do spicy/nsfw headcannon with Halloweed Blight skined! Wraith with a mexican goth/occultist female survivor? Who as a witch? ( A witch whose friend is a moonlit night and the itself a supernaturals ) and when the Halloweed Blight! skined Wraith tries to flirt with her and the witch reciprocates because she likes that handsome monster.
Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Flirting, Implied Canonical Violence
This place would be great if you didn’t have to worry about death. The dark, low hanging trees. The crows that seem to exist everywhere. The places that look untouched by humans for so long. Everything about this calls to you, except being sacrificed and taken into the sky like a sick game. It’s fairly obvious that you’re the goth of the group and while the others might tease you about it, there’s no malice in what they say.
It’s odd how the Entity likes to celebrate holidays. You love Halloween and are excited about the new outfits, less about how the new sets of rules roll out. The others seem to enjoy it too and you wonder if that means you’re more fucked up than you thought. The biggest surprise is when you see the Wraith in his new outfit, brain short circuiting for a moment. Damn does he look good.
Wraith sees you at the same time you see him, changing tactics and moving towards you. He stops a little ways away, wondering why you’re not running away. It takes him a moment to realize that you’re checking him out, cocking his hip out slightly to see your eyes follow the movement.
The sound of a bell pulls you out of your stupor, focusing as Wraith points his staff off to the left. Your eyes follow the movement and you look from him to the killer shack wondering what he’s trying to get at. He cocks his hips the other way, showing how his cock strains against his pants. Your cheeks glow and you grin, jogging over to the shack. No way you’re going to pass this opportunity up.
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fandom-go-round · 3 years
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Can we get some fluffy HCS of a female survivor who's shy and has a crush on Wraith? She stares at him when she thinks he's not looking and somehow always knows where he is and doesn't know what to do with her feelings-
Warnings: Implied Canon Typical Violence
The Wraith has never been a particularly scary killer to you. Sure, he’s hooked and chased you before but in terms of bloodthirstiness he just… doesn’t really have it. He treats killing you like a job and, honesty, it’s refreshing after having so many people who enjoy hearing you scream. You also find it easy to know where he hides. Call it six sense, call it intuition; you know where he is, even before you see the shimmering of his cloak. It makes it easier to run away from him and this starts your habit of watching him.
You like to stare at him as he walks around the field. He’s so much more graceful than the other killers, hardly disturbing the grass as he moves from place to place. It’s also how you know that some games he doesn’t try to kill you, he just watches as well. It makes you feel more comfortable (as odd as that sounds) to be around a killer who also needs time to relax.
You don’t know when it turned from casual watching into a crush. Whenever you sense him your heart starts to flutter, but not in a normal ‘danger is coming’ sort of way. Oh sure, you run when he chases you and try to not to be hooked but you also wave at him when he’s not hunting and will follow him around if he’s being harmless. You feel more comfortable with him; partly it’s because he doesn’t try to force you to talk but also because he will take the time to listen, if you want to talk.
Phillip knew pretty much from the beginning that you could see him all the time. It was a shock of course (no one should be able to see him all the time) but he doesn’t mind so much anymore. Just like you follow him, he’s gotten into the habit of following you around the map as well. It brings him some happiness to have someone special here, even if it is under these circumstances.
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