#the wraith x reader

[jadeslashes]

DBD request:

The killers (The Shape, Trapper, the Wraith and your choice 😘) having an unhealthy obsession with the newest survivor (female if you don't mind?)

includes: the trapper, the wraith, the huntress, the ghost face, the doctor, the legion (just frank), the artist, the cenobite, the executioner, the shape & the knight.

warnings: stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, you get the idea. no smut but still mdni.

note: first dbd request, thanks pookie <3 and bc this is my first dbd request, i'm just gonna include all the killers i write for :)

🔩﹒TRAPPER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

obsession at first sight, evan has absolutely no plans of letting you get away from him, no matter what he has to do

even if it hurts you, he'll lay traps in your path to ensnare you so he can throw you up over his shoulder, have you in his complete control

and once you're in the basement, you know that there's no escape from him whatsoever

all of his traps are laid so there's no chance of rescue, and he faces you hanging from the hook that he's mercilessly thrown you on, glad to have successfully trapped his prey

🔔﹒WRAITH ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

philip finds himself using his guise of invisibility to keep an eye on you far more often than he himself even intends, crossing paths with you when he doesn't even mean to

whenever you're alone, you catch him sweeping by in your periphery, or hear in the distance a bell chiming

he notices your anxiety mounting with every second that he's watching, and in a way he almost feels bad about it

and when he's ready to chase you down, he'll ring his bell, almost in a taunting sort of way as you run from him

but he won't stop until he's got you

🪓﹒HUNTRESS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

almost always, her first instinct when she sees survivors is to use her strength and speed, her hunting ability, and throw hatchets, anything to down them and bring them under her mercy

but the way she feels about you is almost similar to the way she feels about the children she couldn't bring herself to kill

something throws those instincts to the side when she sees you, she can't place what exactly it is, but she can't ignore it

💀﹒GHOSTFACE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's always meticulously stalked people, gotten to know them without their knowledge down to the very last detail without their knowledge of his presence

but with you, his usual routine of becoming intimately familiar with victims for the purpose of killing them was interrupted, killing you was not necessarily his intent

unnaturally quickly, he knows details about you that few others pick up on, and you constantly question whether you're really alone

🩻﹒DOCTOR ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

considering the fact that he's completely sadistic, being his obsession is harrowing, beginning to end

especially because he doesn't see these feelings toward you as something he should allow to grow, he doesn't see it as any sort of love or anything romantic, which gives him only one conclusion that he needs to reach

he needs you dead, but he's going to drag it out, make it satisfying for himself, and the way to do that is to drive you mad, and make the process as torturous as possible

every scream of yours fuels him to keep going until his brutal torture is finally done, and by that point, he might even find that he'd gotten so caught up in torturing you that the rest of the survivors managed to escape the trial

🕸﹒LEGION ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

frank knew you'd be a chase, something he'd need to go after, but he's more than okay with that

every second of running after you is envigorating, with each stride that gets him closer to you he wants you more and more

both of you know that you can’t outrun him, he’s in a frenzy on your heels, completely running on the impulse that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since he saw you; he needed to get to you

the chase doesn’t necessarily end with him plunging his knife into you, but he doesn’t mind it if you think that’s the case

in fact, he takes some pride in the fear and control he knows he has over you

🪶﹒ARTIST ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

while usually she uses her birds as a weapon against her prey, for you she'd be using them much more gently

you’d find yourself being harassed by crows throughout the majority of your trial

but it’s only so carmina can keep track of you, she doesn’t use them to cause you harm

⛓﹒CENOBITE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

they're constantly using their chains to keep you in close proximity

and also just to hear you scream, no tears of yours could ever be a waste of good suffering in their eyes, they love your cries of fear and pain from whatever they're doing to you or when they're chasing you down

escaping their chains is virtually impossible, each second you manage to evade or hide to rest, you know you’re just putting off the inevitable

🔺﹒EXECUTIONER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pyramid head is a bringer of pain and suffering, but is also shockingly subtle during the trial

for a while, he’s merely a looming presence as you work towards escaping

but that’s part of the plan, he takes his time to get you tormented by his power

all so that he can get you locked in one of his cages, where you have no choice but to be all his

🔪﹒SHAPE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

his stalking is relentless, but he takes his time before he makes a real move on you

and when he finally does strike? there's no way you could've ever been ready for it, one minute you were working on a generator, and the next, you're up over his shoulder with no way to escape

and even if you are constantly on guard, aware of his presence, he'll keep you under his mercy by keeping you injured or downed, never too far from you to keep your fellow survivors from saving you

⚔️﹒KNIGHT ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

even though he's the killer in the trial, as a knight, he feels the need to protect you, killing you isn't even something that crosses his mind

and if tarhos himself can't be keeping his eye on you at any time for one reason or another, alejandro, durkos or sander are doing so for him

he's got an uncanny ability to constantly know where you are and what you're doing, and that's because he's always keeping tabs on you, whether on his own or by means of his faithful three

#dbd x reader #dbd x you #the huntress x reader #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #danny johnson x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #the legion x reader #frank morrison x reader #the artist x reader #carmina mora x reader #the cenobite x reader #pinhead x reader #the shape x reader #michael myers x reader #the knight x reader #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #the executioner x reader #pyramid head x reader

[thewailingbells]

The Wraith With a Survivor Who Constantly Runs Into Him

The first time this happened was when you were going through one of your first trials. You were doing your best to be helpful to your team. The only thing you knew how to do was fix generators and that was exactly what you did.

Being a new survivor in the fog, you knew nearly nothing about the killers in the Entity's realm. So, you were oblivious to the fact that there was an invisible killer watching your every move.

That killer was none other than Philip. He took pleasure in observing his environment and those around him. New survivors always peaked his interest and you especially had captivated his attention.

He noticed that you were like him in an odd way. You always took a few moments to look around at the scenery before continuing to work on your generator, similar to what he does before killing his victims.

You quickly finished the generator you were working on. You stood up and began running at your top speed, trying to find another generator to fix.

That was when Philip noticed you were running directly at him. His eyes widened. You weren't stopping. Most survivors could sense the Wraith's presence. It seemed that you didn't have that ability yet.

Before he could move out of the way, you ran directly into his chest. You fell on your back and cried out in pain.

Philip stared at you in curiosity. He thought you were so innocent, so naïve. You sat up and began looking around. It still hadn't clicked in your mind that you ran head-first into the killer.

He sighed. He didn't want to hurt you. He couldn't hurt you. Philip patiently waited for you to run in the other direction, and that is just what you did.

After that, the Wraith thought that situation would not happen again. Someone at the campsite has to tell you that he can turn invisible, right? Wrong. No one told you. So you ran into Philip. Again. Again. And again. Each time you were more confused then the last.

He made the decision to uncloak the next time you were about to run into him. He reasoned that this was for your own good. You needed to see him for who he was, a monster. He was expecting you to scream in terror at the sight of him, for your beautiful facial expression to turn into one of disgust.

It didn’t. You looked at him and smiled. "So you're what I've been running into this whole time?"

He nodded. You giggled and gave him a small hug. “Thank you for not killing me. You could’ve done it so many times by now. You’re so kind.”

You're adorable, and he's obsessed with you. You’re his now.

Now he absolutely loves when you bump into him while he is invisible. He will wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug before gently pushing you in a safe direction.

#the wraith #philip ojomo #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd

[gruesomegateau]

Killers and their s/o's pets

some general headcanons for how killers (Hillbilly/Wraith/Spirit/Huntress) would interact with an S/O's pet and how they would feel about various animals.

Max Thompson Jr / The Hillbilly

Max is not great with a lot of animals. Not all of them, but a lot of common domestic animals. A dog or pretty much any farm animal is going to be pretty tough to get him to do anything more than tolerate. He won't hurt them or anything, but he's going to try his best to avoid acknowledging that they're there at all.

Max is fully aware that the way he views these animals isn't fair- they're animals, after all, its not like they've wronged him on purpose. But his negative associations towards them is strong.

Other animals, however, Max is fine with. He might even be okay with small dogs like pugs or shih tzus, as they barely even resemble the police dogs that lead to his dislike of dogs as a whole.

Max likes cats. Partially because the cartoons that provided him small solace from his otherwise horrid life, but he also just enjoys watching the way they move and climb. Is completely unbothered by cats bringing in dead mice or snakes. Might even pet them for doing a 'good job'.

That said, Max also gets... jealous easily. He has a lot of insecurities around the idea of people like his parents valuing animals like pigs more than him.

Just know that if you're giving your pet affection in front of Max, Max is going to want affection to. Just some reassurance that you value him, too.

Max also finds insects to be interesting. He doesn't really like flies, he's seen enough of them and heard enough of their buzzing for a lifetime, but if his S/O keeps things like beetles or butterflies, Max will find that pretty neat. And, another big plus for Max, there's not really much of a way to show affection to or receive affection from an insect, so there's not much for him to get jealous over.

Fish fall into a similar category to insects, especially since Max hasn't really seen that many fish in-person before: not alive ones, anyway.

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith

Philip is good with most animals! He used to leave food in his garage for stray cats, so he has a fondness of cats in particular.

Animals also just like Philip. An old junker dog at Autohaven would bark and growl at every other employee as they came in, but not Philip. After he entered the realm and became 'The Wraith', the crows also seemed to have an affinity towards him, though those aren't exactly 'real' animals.

Still! Philip is fond of most animals and most animals are fond of him. Animals he's not familiar with he's more than happy to learn about.

Leave him alone with an animal and when you come back he will probably be cooing over it and talking to it. Stops being so affectionate when he realizes he's no longer alone.

Not that Philip's trying to hide his fondness of the pet, he'll still pet it and talk fondly of it in front of people, but its more reserved than when he's alone.

Rin Yamaoka / The Spirit

Rin's pretty average with her feelings on and interactions with animals. Likes your standard stuff, is a bit more hesitant with more unusual pets, like snakes or spiders.

Would really like a dog if thats what her S/O's pet is, if her financial situation in life allowed it she would have liked to have one herself, but she's a bit more hesitant now, worried a dog might run off with one of her floating limbs.

Other than that, Rin also gets a bit worried about being affectionate with anything, animals especially. At least with affection towards her S/O, they both know to be cautious of the glass imbedded in Rin's skin, but a lot of animals might not always know better.

Because of this, Rin's more reserved with giving pets or physical affection towards animals, but will give them a lot of silly, affectionate nicknames.

Anna / The Huntress

If you have a pet, you need to establish that with Anna well before introducing her to it.

Its not that the idea of a pet is entirely foreign to Anna; She's seen hunting dogs, and vaguely can recall wishing for one of her own as a young girl.

But that time has long passed, and her default view of anything other than herself and children is 'prey'. Establishing that this particular animal is not prey before introducing Anna to it is best to prevent any misconceptions from taking root in the back of her mind.

Naturally very curious about animals. Observing animals to learn their behaviors and weak points is engrained into her- of course, she won't hurt your pet on purpose once its established to her that it is your pet, but the way she watches it will still feel like a predator stalking its prey.

If you have a dog, she will want to try to use it as a hunting dog. Might be disappointed if its not a kind of dog that can easily be trained to do that, or is just too small for it.

She'll be a bit lost on how to interact with a cat initially, but comes to understand their behavior rather quickly. They're hunters, too, but prefer to hunt alone unlike dogs. She finds it respectable. Will be extremely delighted by a cat bringing back dead mice or snakes; She understands it as the cat bringing back food it hunted for its family. It might not be much of a meal for humans, but she can appreciate the sentiment of it.

Not going to be very affectionate to any animal at first because she isn't sure how to be. Anna will pretty quickly pick up on how her S/O shows affection to their pet and mimic that, though her petting of animals tends to have a bit more force behind it then needed.

Generally likes pets that are predator rather than prey- ironic, considering her rabbit mask. She likes an animal that can help hunt or defend itself.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the huntress x reader #the hillbilly x reader #the wraith x reader #the spirit x reader #first post first writing! #tried to write a good amount for all four of them but there was just more in my brain for some than others.

[r3dkn0ts]

I wanted to start something on my own ( the ask box is open pls send requests I am bored ) and got inspired reading some prompts, so here's the DBD Killers' reactions to getting horribly flirted with! Including some of my own pick-up lines because I'm bad at flirting

Badly Flirting with The DBD Killers: Part 1 Featuring Evan MacMillan, Philip Ojomo, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: GN!Reader being cringe, an attempt at comedy, slight fluff, and implied smut Warnings: Canon-typical violence

The Trapper / Evan MacMillan - You got cornered while injured with no other survivors nearby. Shit. Might as well give it a shot, right? - "Hey, are you a hundred dollar bill on the ground? Because I'd pick you up and spend every bit of you immediately." - Your voice was wavering as you said it, even though you tried to look as nonchalant as possible. - Evan's loud puffing behind his mask made the silence even more deafening. Was he gonna mori you now? Probably. - "Nice try", was the only thing he said in his rough accent before swiftly downing you and putting you on a sacrificial hook. - He definitely wasn't going to admit that your pick-up line made him chuckle a bit inside of his head, or that it made you look cute. - He couldn't stop thinking about that for a while.

The Wraith / Philip Ojomo - Trapped in a corner in the garage at Gas Heaven, your friend Ace had dared you to finally confront The Wraith about how you felt the next time you met him in a trial, even supplying you with a pick-up line. - You certainly weren't one to back down from a challenge! This was stupid. - "Are you a fine wine? Because I'd love to taste you." - Philip stared down at you blankly, darting his stark white eyes between the concrete floor and your face. - Had you actually flustered him? Body language was all you really had to go off of, and the fingers on his right hand were twitching. - Before you knew it, he rang his bell to cloak and darted out of the building, leaving you alone in the cold garage. - Did you offend him? What if he's already in a relationship? Ah fuck, you didn't think of that. - You didn't know it, but he watched you run out of the exit gate, cloaked. You didn't even see him for the rest of the trial. He was too embarrassed to face you any time soon. - Much to his surprise, that was the first time he had ever gotten physically aroused after being taken into the fog. He had business to take care of after you left.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - The three other survivors were sacrificed. You thought you were about to get chainsawed in half, but he stopped revving when you looked like you were about to say something to him. He was curious. - "Hey, if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber!" - Your comment made him tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy and lower his chainsaw. Did you just compliment him? Why? - His second assumption was that someone had dared you to compliment him as a joke. He was always the butt of the joke, so why would anyone actually compliment him? He's hideous! - You noticed him getting caught up in his head, so you took a chance and gently placed a hand on the deformed flesh of his arm. He flinched a bit and looked back down at you. - "Are you okay? I really did mean that. I think you're cute." - Max simply stared at you in silence. He was really, really confused. Were you serious? You sounded serious. - He looked back down at the hand you still had on his arm. You went to take it back, scared he was angry, but he grabbed your wrist as you did and pulled your smaller hand into his. - For a moment, he just looked at your hand. Your skin felt so nice against his. He had never felt someone touch him unless it was meant to hurt him. He liked this new feeling. - For once, Max felt himself smiling. He knew he had to let you go, though. So he let you leave through the hatch after you promised him you'd visit him later.

#dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagines #the trapper x reader #evan macmillan x reader #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #fluff #smut #imagines #gender neutral reader #lgbt reader

[rootsofdread]

May I request some headcanons for The Knight, The Blight, and The Wraith with a twitchy boyfriend who has trouble staying still? Sometimes I'll be sitting still and my head will jerk to the side randomly or one of my legs will kick out and it drives me insane to the point I have trouble falling asleep sometimes :(

i have a similar problem! mine get soo bad when i'm tired lol. we're in this together anon ✊

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

Philip tends to keep a close eye on you. He worries about you -- even if you've told him not to be -- and fears you may hurt yourself accidentally, so he just wants to make sure you're okay when he knows that your twitching is acting up. If you're standing together he'll put his hand on your shoulder or around your back, but otherwise, he frequently checks in on you.

In a really weird kind of way, he finds your twitching...comforting? It lets him know you're still with him. When the two of you are close in any way, like when you're laying together or he's holding your hand, and he feels you jerk around, he pulls you closer. He would prefer it didn't happen, for your sake, but he appreciates knowing you aren't suddenly gone.

And he's certainly no stranger to having problems sleeping, being haunted by nightmares, himself; so he knows how you feel, to some extent. When he feels you jerk around in bed, he'll immediately wrap his arms around you and lean his head into your back or chest. He doesn't really know how to help you, because he doesn't know how to help himself, but he hopes that helps...at least a little.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot has always loved having you around since he met you; he finally has someone more like him around the fog. It really does something to his old, shriveled up heart seeing you do the exact same thing he does. Granted, his are more frequent; it still has always made him happy.

And he always tries to make this clear to you. Even before you were together, he'd frequently hobble over to you just to sit with you. He's not much of a talker, so he usually conveys his thoughts through gestures or tapping his cane. He didn't think you understood for a while, but was delighted when he realized you did.

When you're having problems sleeping, he'll always offer you some sort of tonic or tincture to relax you and help you sleep. If you don't want any, that's fine, he'll let you cuddle up and rest your head on his chest, so that he can rub your back while he reads quietly beside you.

Tarhos Kovács / The Knight:

Tarhos was always interested in you from the moment he saw you. He's never seen someone do...that, before. He had long assumed you were cursed for your hubris, once upon a time, or something similar. Yet, you seemed to be taking it quite well. Resolve is one of his favorite qualities in a person.

He's always around to make sure nobody gives you a hard time for something out of your control -- something so inconsequential, at that. The last thing he wants is for you to feel embarrassed about it. If anyone so much as snickers, they will meet his blade.

When you're frustrated by not being able to sleep, he tells you that fire is important, but it will be better spent elsewhere. He settles you back down, tucks you in, and will usually either read to you or recount stories from his time as a true knight for you. By this point, you've probably heard all of them, but he still hopes they soothe you.

#inbox #gender neutral reader #survivor reader #killer reader #philip ojomo #talbot grimes #tarhos kovacs #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith x reader #talbot grimes x reader #the blight x reader #tarhos kovacs x reader #the knight x reader

[5eraphim]

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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[ideasvoid]

Hello! Hope you don't mind but can you write Wraith, Doctor, and or Deathslinger with an s/o that was once blind pre-entity but upon entering it's realm, they're mistaken for a killer due to their... Less then human eyes that the Entity granted em in order to see?

(Also, wanted to say that some your other writings are great!)

Of course my dear! Thank you for your kind words.

I’m going to go with the idea that the readers eyes look similar to Maurice’s eyes, as that’s the only reference we currently have of the entity giving things eyes.

Bhvr give us the horse back. Also I made moodboards for the characters to use instead of gifs :D I think they’re neat.

Tw - a rude comment by Herman.

The Wraith - Philip Ojomo

Philip loomed among the trees, watching intently as the fog rolled unnaturally to reveal a path, breaking open his realm to allow another entrance. The crunching of leaves replaced with the dull thumps of shoes on dry dirt.

He watched you step into his realm, his world. He watched as you instinctively reach your hands out, to reach to feel things you could now see for the first time. It mesmerized him.

Truly, he adored you. He would have adored you as you were just as he adored you now.

He stood from his spot, catching your attention. You flinch and it makes his heart skink. Slowly, he raises a hand to hold it out to you. You ease yourself moving to take his hand, moving your fingers over the scarred, mud caked hands that have caused so much pain. Yet you look at him like he is the sun, marvelling at him in the quiet moments you share. And he watched you carefully, looking over your face and into your eyes.

Your eyes.

They haunt his dreams in the best and worst ways. Pulled to this realm sightless and confused, only for the creature above to pluck your eyes from you and switch them with replacements crafted from the very same fog that imprisoned you.

Philip stepped forward, a hand raising to caress your cheek. The wraith leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head. He worries for you, worries until he is sick while you are away in trials. He fears that the entity will grow bored in her hunger and steal away your new found sight. His grandmother always did tell him was a horrible worrier.

You leaned into his touch, and he felt himself ease. He would always worry, that he knew. But so long as you were in his arms, would simply adore you.

The Doctor - Herman Carter

The halls of Lery’s Memorial Institute echoed with the sounds of shutters clattering and the idle, ambient sound of electricity humming. Herman sat at his desk, writing down his observations of the day. His eyes flicked to you as you looked around the room from your spot on the edge of his desk.

He was fascinated by you, just as much as he was infatuated. You were a particularly interesting case due to your eyes, unnatural and unnerving in their design yet captivating all the same. He wondered how the world was from your perspective, the deviation between what you had imagined from what was true.

Herman lifted a hand to catch your chin, pulling your attention towards him. He watched you gaze travel along the cables embedded in his skin, twisting and tunnelling the electricity through his body, and to his face. Oh how he must have been a terrifying sight for you, his features pulled taut into a freakish display. Yet you looked at him and smiled. So very interesting.

You had been surprisingly patient with his incessant questions. Droning on and on about how he had this thought or that, you were almost amazed he had gone so long without even attempting to ask if he could remove one for study. You assumed he already knew the answer. You watched as he jotted down more notes, his hand still on your chin, lulling you in a quiet comfort as he worked. It almost startled you when he spoke. “Have your little playmates settled down with your presence yet?”

His question had caught you off guard, was he - checking up on you? Yes the two of you were sort of a thing but Herman was still… Herman. Most of the time he seemed wholly uninterested in your life outside the institute - hell, he didn’t even bother to remember the names of the few other survivors who weren’t too scared to speak to you in the beginning. Simply referring to them by belittling titles or by parts of their appearance. Bill, while being a laughably easy name to remember, was referred to only as “the old one” and on one occasion, while Herman was in a particularly foul mood, as “lung cancer”.

“Most have” you started, fiddling with the edge of your shirt “some of them think I’m not real, like the entity made me to do - I don’t know, something.” He watched you from the corner of his eye, writing your response down before releasing his hold on you. The Doctor folded his hands together and fixed you a look “does that bother you?” It was another odd question. Was he concerned or was he evaluating you? You thought a moment. It was understandable that they would worry, as far as they were all aware you could have been a killer. That didn’t stop that weight in the pit of your stomach from getting a little heavier every time someone scoots away from you.

You couldn’t read his expression but you did notice the way his eyes darted towards one the shelves. One you had been told held all his findings on you and your fellow survivors. Herman stared intensely, watching for a change of emotion. He turned away looking back down to the document laid out on the desk. “Does that bother you?” It was his turn to be examined and it was very clear Herman didn’t like it. Still - he gave it a moment of thought, tilting his head side to side as his ever turning brain settled on a response.

“Yes.”

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

The calls of vultures sounded throughout the arid landscape of Glenvale, or at least the calls of whatever strange replication the entity had created did. Picking away at bodies that never seemed to decay under the scorching fake sun above. Noisy things, even the fake ones.

Surprisingly you had taken a great liking to the creatures. Unbothered by their scavenger ways, and instead watching the how their feathers would stick up right before they roused or how they’d tilt their heads so far to the side you almost worried they’d fall over. You were enamoured by them.

Caleb watched you from his place on the saloon steps, idly chipping at a piece of wood with his pocket knife. He didn’t understand the intrigue of such things. They were just birds, loud, obnoxious, and at times just downright mean, birds. He’d shoo them away if they cared enough to even pretend to fear him. Yet you still would creep up to watch and look back at him excitedly every time one would shake its tail feathers or accepted whatever rotted offering you held.

He almost hated how it made his heart flutter or force a content smile on his face. That black, vile part of his soul that fuelled his hatred told him that he should rid himself of this distraction. He never listened to it of course, it was the same damn thing that had gotten him into this mess. No, Caleb had feelings for you - special feelings that were reserved for you and you alone.

He could somewhat understand the fascination if you had lived somewhere vultures weren’t common, added by the fact that you probably had only seen one the first time you had been brought to trial. So the opportunity to see them up close must have been special. You had even taken to naming them all, more than he could remember but he did know you were currently looking at “Barf”. It certainly suited it.

He could still remember the first time he’d seen you, almost pulling death to Bayshore’s trigger prematurely out of surprise. The fact that you were new wasn’t the thing that had startled him, it had been the otherworldly gaze that stared back. It had scared him to his core in a way that only a man raised on Irish Catholicism could explain, even in this twisted world. Those eyes that had been the first thing to scare him since he had entered this place and yet now they were things that he correlated to the one good thing in this hell.

Caleb returned his gaze to the half finished carving, turning it this way and that in inspection. The wooden vulture wouldn’t be done for a bit, but if you truly liked them, then he would tolerate them.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #slasher fic #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #Hallowsden #wren writes #i’m sorry this took so long #Herman was giving me so much trouble this time. #i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless #<3

[1-800-cr33py]

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.

#dbd x reader #dbd x you #the wraith #phillip ojomo #dbd fandom #asks open #answering asks #1800cr33py #the wraith x reader

[hiraethhh-h]

philip (the wraith) with a gn!s/o who doesn’t come back after he hooks them (HCs)

@demonbitterbite asked: can I make where the killers s/o’s gets permanently killed by the entity. But maybe they were the ones that placed them on the hooked but their s/o doesn’t come back.

i defaulted it to just philip bc philip angst <3

due to you and philip’s relationship, there were times during matches when he occasionally lets you off easy

maybe he pulls an ‘oops i didn’t make it to the hook in time so you get to wiggle off’ or ‘oops i couldn’t find the hatch before you did’

but other than that, philip is all business during your trials together

to set the scene, it was another normal match in the suffocation pit

you were on a generator with david, the bulky male boasting about his life before being taken into the fog

when the engine roared to life, you were quick to depart from david, wanting to get started on another generator

you heard the soft tell-tale bing bong behind you, philip’s cloak disappearing as he appeared in a shimmer of orange

you turned around and gave him a small wave and smile before bolting it for the nearest tile with philip hot on your heels

something down in your gut told you that something was… off, but you brushed it off and simply labeled it as ‘trial paranoia’

you looped him and inevitably were downed by philip

you knew philip had a job to do, so you harbored no hard feelings towards him when the time came for him to hook or mori you

you struggled in philip’s grasp as per usual, screaming when he slammed you on a hook

philip cast you a glance before striking his bell and disappearing

you waited for someone to come save you, but no one did

soon enough, you were taken by the Entity

philip knew that sometimes, the survivors failed to save their teammates during trials, but he knew that they had countless openings to save you from being sacrificed

yet no one did anything

for the remainder of the trial, philip was consumed by his anger and showed your ‘teammates’ no mercy

once it was all over, philip ventured near the survivors’ campfire to whisk you away

you could imagine how confused he was when he didn’t see you seated near the roaring fire

philip never saw you in the forest on his way there, but he checked the surrounding area to just to be sure

when you didn’t turn up, philip couldn’t help but panic

where the fuck did you go? had you accidentally wandered off into another killer’s realm? or were you kidnapped by another killer?

philip immediately cloaked himself and ventured to each realm, continuing his journey after trials he was transported to

nothing. absolutely nothing.

he returned to autohaven, his long dead heart heavy with grief

you were just… gone.

philip mourned the loss of you, his performance during trials diminishing

of course, he was punished by the poor quality of his ‘work’

the Entity allowed no excuses, and so, it used philip’s grief against him

mirages of you began to appear, in and out of trials

whenever philip would try to touch you and sometimes approach you, you would simply disappear, as if you were never there

love was something scarce to come across in the Entity’s realm, and it almost always ended in tragedy.

#bee's requests #dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #philip ojomo #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith #dbd the wraith #dead by daylight the wraith #the wraith x reader

[animefans-stuff]

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 :)

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.

#the wraith x reader #phillip ojomo x reader #dbd x reader #dbd wraith #slasher x y/n

[trashyslashers]

Oh gods I hope I don't bother and am not late for this! If I am, I'm so sorry! I'll give this a try!

Can you match me up with one of the DBD killers?

I am a 21 year old female. My sexuality is straight.

My height is 5'9. I'd say I'm more of a curvy and a bit thick shaped lady. My hair is over my shoulder ans I dyed it pastle pink. I also have a piercing on my cartilage. Dark brown eyes. I usually dress in darker clothing. I wouldn't consider myself goth but I'm mostly into a grunge alternative style. Though I mostly dress in an oversized dark hoodie and jeans so nothing special. I have many scars for many different reasons; One is over my eyelid and another dark scar on my thigh which they stand out a lot more than normal scars. I also always have black nails, either by painting them or getting them done. They're usually pointed and long.

Personality: I am mostly in introverted person. I'm not as social because I feel like I'd annoy people. My social battery is also limited. I have anxiety which also causes me to feel nervous around strangers or going out to places. Although I am a very talkative and I'd say funny gal. I mostly make sarcastic comments and joke about people if they're comfortable with it. I'm also at times courageous into trying to get put my comfort zone so I'd be more comfortable around other people. I am easily excitable and don't get offended easily. I take care of my friends and family before myself. I am also very patient with people and don't get annoyed easily. But when I'm angered I tend to keep it inside since I don't like to show my negative emotions to others. I like to say I'm kind and gentle to people I meet u til I get to know them so I won't offend them. Once I know the person well and their limits, I can be very outrageous and weird to be funny but only enough to not make them uncomfortable. Sometimes I even like to play small jokeful pranks on people. Although I also lie when I have a feeling it's needed. A very bad habit of mine.

Hobbies: I like watching specifically any horror and sci-fi movies. I also read books and spend my time coloring. I'm mostly interested into any sort of arts or crafts such as sculpting or theater/dancing. I do also like to make costumes of horror. I love to collect cute plushies and stickers. I am also a gamer playing any sort of game that peaks my interest (horror, survival, rpg, and games similar to Apex or CoD). I love to write stories. Not just fanfictions but anything that comes up in my dreams as well. I like to learn about animals as well.

I hope this is enough! Also thank you so much for this if you pick me and for your hard work as well! Have a good day! ❤️

I think Philip Ojomo | The Wraith would have a soft spot for you.

Philip finds it admirable how great your care and concern for others is; the gentleness and patience you display is something the world is incredibly, incredibly lacking in, and he cannot help but to have a soft spot for you once he knows you well enough.

Thinks your hair color is incredibly beautiful. One of his favorite things to do is run his fingers through your hair while the two of you are cuddled up together.

Absolutely understands the limited social battery thing; Philip is fairly introverted - though he does enjoy the company of those he cares for - and often spends time off by himself alone. He's very understanding about any time alone you may need (whether alone means alone with him, or alone alone).

He, maybe surprisingly, can be a very calming individual to be around. While he's silent, Phil can be very gentle when he wants to be, and he would be more than happy to be there to soothe you during moments where your anxiety is particularly bad. He's more than willing to help you step out of your comfort zone, however that may be.

Enjoys your outrageous, wild sense of humor! While he may not get every joke, Philip loves it when you're in a good mood and are playful; he isn't bothered by any teasing you may deal his way, and your well timed sarcasm is well received.

Philip, as we know, went through a lot in his life prior to being taken by the Entity, and as a result he, unfortunately, still carries and is full of that same rage he felt back then. You're one of very few people who can help ground him on particularly bad days. Not cure or fix it - but he'd never hurt you (outside of being forced to during trials, when push comes to shove, which even in those he does not enjoy), and is incredibly grateful to have a partner who extends patience and understanding his way.

Philip does not like lying; it goes hand in hand with betrayal to him, and he will make it as clear as day to you that you do not need to lie to him about anything. He is more understanding than you may think.

I can see Philip having a knack for certain styles of art, or at least appreciating them. His bell is often adorned with sigils painted on with soot during trials, and even if some may say they don't count as "art" technically, he does have a delicate hand when applying them. He'd be interested in seeing anything you make, and he would love it if you ever read to him any of the stories you've written!

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[user16121215]

Should You Fight Back

A very short head cannon list about which killers would prefer a more feisty SO and which would rather you behave. In no specific order.

TW - Abuse (Mental and Physical)

Trapper : His joy is your misery. The more you resist the more he gets to crush that little fighting spirit of yours. He doesn't have any interest in someone who could overpower him as he likes to be the one in control and will quite easily lose his temper if you manage to get the better of him.

Wraith : You've got about 0.02 seconds to cease your bratty behavior before he has to beat some sense into you. This man puts so much on the line by not immediately killing you so the least you could do is show some respect.

Hillbilly : Aww please don't :(

Yeah okay sure he miiiight bonk you across the head a few times but come on now, there's no need for all that kicking and screaming. Just let the poor boy hold onto you for a lil bit.

Doctor : The good doctor revels in the challenge of discipline. Unlike certain uncouth killers who enjoy your endless torment, Herman likes to see his work lead to something and will take joy in molding you from that feisty flame into a more docile ember. And then he'll see how far he can push you before you break again.

Huntress : Anna takes pity on the vulnerable, the small, the weak. The more you act like a lost child, the more likely she is to show you any kind of affection, misguided as it may be.

Michael Myers : The man does like the challenge of a difficult survivor but you can't really put up much of a fight when you don't know he's there until it's too late. He does however really like your pitiful struggle as he has you grasped by the throat with the life fading from your eyes.

GhostFace : Yes please.

Just as much of a masochist as he is a sadist and wants you to fight back with everything you've got. Don't confuse a few landed scratches as a chance to escape. He'll let you fight him for his own enjoyment, but just know that he will always end up on top and you'll be butchered without a thought if you take a step too far.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the doctor x reader #the hillbilly x reader #the trapper x reader #the wraith x reader #ghostface x reader #the huntress x reader #michael myers x reader

[diejager]

The writing where reader died, what happens if they were revived as a wraith like Ghost? There's probs going to have a lot of fluff and a small angst here and there. But I mostly wanna read your writings!! It's cus' I can't get enough, and kept rereading it all the time

Cw: pain, death, turning, cannibalism, implied torture, implied blood and gore, angst, fluff, hunger, tell me if I missed any. We’re going to forget how you previously died, cuz @bluegiragi gave us more info about wraiths and I just love where the comic is going.

What a cruel joke, irony hitting him in the face the same way his abrupt shift hurt him, an apathetic slap to the face that left him bloody and in shock the way he left Roba on his dying breath. Simon didn’t know what was crueler, the knowledge that you were tortured and buried alive, left to die alone for the sins of his own making and the wrath of another, or that you were left to die a slow and excruciating death after being beaten half to death, expected to lose your resolve solely on the fact that you were a medic, and turned into the monster he was.

Neither your captor nor death had been merciful, much less the reaper, a collector of wandering souls and lost ghosts, waiting their turn to cross the river with a small token for the afterlife. Be it Hermes, the messenger and the carrier of souls, Thanatos the reaper and collector, Anubis - or Inpu, however people called him - the guide, Ankou the shadow, Sgàthach the warrior, or Freyja and Fólkvangr; you weren’t granted the soft embrace of a calm death, but the cruel rejection of it, forced back into life and abandoned by sweet sleep.

He remembered his own, the painful pull of his back, the crazed smoke that filled his mind with a thirst for blood and revenge, the crack and ugly break of his bode, reshaping his body and organs dyed dark, dying and pained. He remembered well the pain of it like it was yesterday, having to crawl out of the shallow grave on his own and discover the carnage he left behind, stained in his and Price’s blood. He was reborn.

And so were you, crying and sobbing, your skin scarred beyond thinking and mind in shambles of broken faith and abandoned affection. He knew first hand how it felt, the burn and agony of it, the hunger and ache that plagued you like an undying pestilence, darker than the one that ripped through Europe in the fourteenth century and more devastating than the Justinian’s. He’d been too late, too slow to help you through the first ripple of shock and fear once you’d quenched your thirst, staunching it like you would a wound. He let you fester in your sorrow and hunger, left you without a guide or caretaker until you ravaged the area, leaving only blood and rubble in your devastation. 

But he’s here now, picking you up from the mess you found yourself in, a storm of smoke and thick black that you hid yourself in, to hide the monster you had become. He might not be proud of who he’s become - much like you - but he grew into it, lived his life as one, and he would be here to help you through the process of it. Where he wished he had a helping hand, you would have his. He would help you with your hunger, the famine that grew the more you left it alone, filling your being with bodies he’d gather up for you to absorb. He would teach you how to control the smoke - the sinews of your being, the consistence of it forming your figure - and build from it, stopping yourself from phasing to and from it, staying as a physical manifestation of it rather than darkness itself. 

Where he felt lost and confused, alone and wishing for a swift end, you wouldn’t, he made sure to stay, to be the pillar of support for you whenever you crashed, his body covering yours to stop you from vanishing in a fit of tears. Where he spent time hating himself, demeaning the cannibalism he became, you wouldn’t, he’d rather send himself to hell than let you think you were the lowest of the low, a human eating another. And where he was cruel to himself when death had renounced him, you wouldn’t, he’d whisper the sweetest words, praises, compliments, affection and guidance, he would make sure you wouldn’t drown alone like he did years ago. He loved you too much to let that happen.

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[r3dkn0ts]

WELCOME to THE R3DKN0TS BLOG

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Now that that's out of the way, I'm Matty ( @r3dr0pe ) and this is my 18+ Dead By Daylight / Slasher reader-insert blog! I used to run one of these years ago, and I just got the itch to come back to write some more. Below the read more break will be my rules, masterlist, and more!

RULES

Sources I write for - Dead By Daylight ( obviously ) - The Texas Chain Saw Massacre 1974 - Halloween 1978 + 2018 - A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984 - Friday The 13th 1980 + 1981 - Scream 1996 - Silent Hill 1 + 2 - Resident Evil 2 + 3 + 7 + 8 - Dead Rising 1 + 2 + 3 - Outlast 1 + 2 + Whistleblower - All Five Nights At Freddy's games + movie

I will write - Headcanons ( up to 3 characters x reader ) - Short imagines ( up to 3 characters x reader ) - Gender-neutral readers ( no specific genitalia ) - Non-binary, FtM, and MtF readers ( please specify any preferences for anatomical terms or gendered language ) - Cis male readers - Kinky shit ( read here for more info )

I will not write - Anything I'm not comfortable with / on my "no" list here - Fanfics ( just don't have the energy for it most of the time ) - Underage characters or readers ( even if platonic ) - Pregnant characters or readers ( breeding kink is fine! ) - Non-consensual romance or sex - Cis female readers

DBD KILLER MASTERLIST

DBD SURVIVOR MASTERLIST

MISC. HORROR MASTERLIST

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[rootsofdread]

Hi! Could i request Ace, Dwight, Deathslinger, Wraith and Spirit with an opposite role reader, whose life before the fog is almost identical to theirs, except for places, names and the outcome? Doesn't really matter if it's romantic or platonic, i'll take anythingggg

Dwight Fairfield:

Dwight, honestly, was utterly shocked when he found out you were…normal before you were a killer. No, he knows most killers were relatively normal before they were taken here — but you were normal like he was normal. You worked an office job and had dismissive coworkers. You had to go to office parties where no one talked to you. No wonder you wanted to kill people. But in all honesty — he feels strangely comfortable with you. You’re someone he can relate to, there’s no one else really similar to him here, everyone else is far too interesting. He finds it a bit funny to try to chat with you like you’re both standing around the water cooler…even if he’s afraid it might get him killed for bringing back old memories.

Ace Visconti:

Honestly, Ace can totally see how gambling lead to murder. He had his fair share of threats of knee-breaking, he knows at some point, someone in the same boat as him would’ve turned to murder to solve their problems. That’s not for him, but hey, each to their own. He’s more interested in sharing trade secrets with a fellow gambler, likelihoods, percentages, even ways to cheat. Even if he can’t exactly gamble as easily in the fog, it’s still his passion, and now he has you to share it with. Sometimes he likes to make little bets with you during your trials together, typically gambling with his life. He knows you enjoy a good game as much as he does.

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

After learning you had gone through exactly what he’s been through, Philip could never bring himself to kill or even hurt you. He’d heard your story from another survivor under their breath, when he was skulking around behind them. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information, and he began avoiding you where he could so he didn’t have to hurt you. Plausible deniability, if he never saw you, he couldn’t very well sacrifice you. Sometimes, you caught his eyes while he was injuring or downing someone else, and you could tell he knew something about you — and you could tell that you had his sympathy. It takes him a while to want to get closer to you, but you know he loves you. You know he always feels safe around you.

Rin Yamaoka / The Spirit:

Rin is not known for getting very close to other killers, let alone any of the survivors. She keeps to herself. She had heard your story from another killer — you were just like her. You were bullied and disdained by your family, too. She was never sure, exactly, how to approach you. She knows you're probably just as upset and angry as she is all the time, and she knows she doesn't like being approached. For a while, she just left you notes where she knew you'd see them, saying the two of you are kindred spirits, you're one in the same and she understands your pain. She seemed very happy when you came to her after exchanging notes to get to know her better.

Caleb Quinn / The Deathslinger:

When Caleb hears that you were just like him before you were taken, a rough-and-tumble bounty hunter, he knows the two of you will get along perfectly. He had never paid you much attention before, but knowing you had lived a life of crime just like he did, and had someone you hated more than anything…he felt a sense of obligation to get to know you. He’s missed his posse for a long time, and you’re the first step to getting something like that back. He constantly sought you out and told you that you were welcome to come with him on his hunts. You two are almost never seen apart, always lounging around together and ranting about your arch-nemeses. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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hi!! is it okay if i ask for wraith, doctor, and shape meeting their s/o who has psychic powers? like the first time they meet their s/o just knocks or breaks their weapon with their mind idk sdfjsdf

Hello hun, absolutely. However as previously stated I do not write for the licensed characters as I feel do not know enough about them to properly convey their characters. But I can do the Wraith and Doctor for you certainly.

A warning for this particular story my loves, Herman Carter is… Herman Carter. And as such please proceed with caution if themes revolving around him such as the implication of torture or medical malpractice, make you uncomfortable. He will be below the cut.

The wraith - Philip Ojomo

Philip watched from a distance, pale eyes watching as you and the gruff one worked on a generator. He hadn’t seen you before, you were new. There had been whispers among the others about a new person around the campfire, that you were special, that you could do things the other ones couldn’t.

Philip wasn’t sure how he felt about such rumours. On one hand it was entirely plausible that they were true, stranger things had happened in the fog. On the other, the realms could at times be so mind numbingly monotonous that everyone - yes, even the killers - would cling to any semblance of something new, no matter how small or potentially untrue.

Still it wouldn’t hurt to have a look for himself, he reasoned. Stepping away from the crushed pile of cars, Philip swiftly moved towards you and raised the wailing bell high. The gruff one stood immediately, attempting to reach for you. Philip struck his shoulder harshly, the sound on bone and metal crushing together filled your ears as the man cried out in pain and decided on running. Philip turned to you, raising Azeroth’s skull high to strike you next - it stopped mere inches from your head. What?

Mud caked eyebrows knitted together, he strained against this… whatever it was. What was happening? Was the entity interfering? Why? You squirmed away quickly, running in the same direction as your teammate and leaving Philip to process what had just happened. He stared at his weapon, the event replaying in his mind over and over. The presence in his mind chittered as if amused, but assured him that she had nothing to do with it.

So they were right, this is what all the fuss was about. Well then, he could make this work.

The Doctor - Herman Carter

Static buzzed along his fingers as he held his hand up, releasing the electricity in a wide burst and listening for a reaction. The usual suspects it would seem- wait, what was that? He charged the energy again and disbursed it, this time in a specific direction. Ah, How delightful! Someone new!! Herman had gotten so very bored of these subjects, the same results over and over but now he had a new plaything. How gracious of his host.

Heavy footsteps on tile echoed through the halls of Lery’s as he made his way towards the scream. He was positively buzzing with excitement, this would be so very fun. He turned a corner, eyes immediately falling on the huddled form tucked not so discreetly behind a pillar. He laughed as he approached you, your eyes wild with confusion and fear.

All alone so quickly, how very unfortunate :)

Herman raised the punishing stick, sparks flying wildly as he swung it down. The doctor hissed through his teeth as the spiked weapon was knocked from his hand, clattering loudly against the cracked tile floors. White eyes shot back to you as he held his wrist in shock, well this was certainly a change of pace. Had his host stepped in? No, no… it wasn’t nearly so subtle. No, this had come from you.

How very exciting.

If it were possible, Herman’s smile would have widened. Psychic powers, he had seen them in others of his ilk but never from the patients. He wanted nothing else than to crack that pretty little head of yours open and see what made you tick, what anomaly made you capable of such things. Flexing his hand he stood tall again, his signature laugh bouncing off the walls. “Well aren’t you a special treat-”

Static surged and released into your brain, pulling a loud shriek from you. “I’ll be sure to pay extra attention to you.” You scrambled back, tripping over yourself as you began to flee. You could certainly try, it only made the process more difficult for you even if it was more enjoyable for him. The metal stick scrapped against the floor as he picked it up, knuckles turning white from his hold.

Herman loved his job. And you would be his absolute favourite patient.

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