#DbDRP

[themysticmd]

sat down, for once, idly flicking through the pages of her ledger — not exactly necessary now, but old habits die hard.

or don't die, as it were.

[fatalsmiles]

hands so b l o o d y ,                tastes like h o n e y !! (C)

[sgh-everett]

⚠︎ Dedicated Crew Operator.

⚠︎ Guidelines *(Read these first)

⚠︎ Introduction.

Looking to find mains, storylines, and ships etc, ♡ and ⟳ if you wanna write with my Dedicated Crew Operator!

[leonsonsecondhook]

ACTUALLY I WAS VERY CLEAR OF MINFD IM SANE

Jonathan isn’t Leon the coolest, I heard hes super epic and macho

"The doctor can make you think and say all sorts of things its ok Leon!"

Alternative response love u babe

[thepig]

i miss dbdrp so fucking much dude

[albcrtwcskcr]

                               INDEPENDENT. SELECTIVE. PRIVATE.                                                ALBERT WESKER.

                              “ i don’t need anyone else,                                                             I HAVE UROBOROS ! “ 

                             mutual exclusive, selective, 18+ literate blog. 

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Have you ever wanted to play a game of cat and mouse with your (virtual) life on the line?

Ever wanted to use teamwork to escape your own horror movie?

Ever wanted to role play as your favorite horror slashers in your own way?

Ever wanted to hunt down Nicholas Cage?!

Then come play Dead By Daylight, now with 100% more washed up celebrities.

[ask-theoverseer-max]

*Maxwell places Simon on the ground and he instantly wanders off to go do his Simon things. Leaving Maxwell and Kate to continue the conversation*

"Don't worry about Simon, I honestly don't think he knows what "hate" means."

"But! One of the hunters? Katy, hun, I'm called the Overseer. I run the trials for the Entity. 20% of my soul was ripped out and the Entity stuffed a piece of themselves in it's place so I can draw upon their power. How else do you think I make things magically appear and do all these cool tricks? I don't know if I can live without that 20%, but I'm already tittering lines of going insane or being a good friend, so I'd rather not chance it."

"I make sure you don't break the rules or the Killer breaks the rules. Speaking of which, those boots you're getting good at throwing are starting to become a problem and I'm already talking the Entity off of them making them permanently attached to your feet. Trust me, their "brainstorming" sessions for making that work would give most people nightmares."

@wanderingsongbird

"Kill ALL the Entity's? Aw.. my heart is broken, to think you'd kill me off at the drop of a hat. I mean on the other hand, I am a murderer at the end of the day so the end of me would be for the best.

"However! How could you kill this one!" *Maxwell holds Simon in his hands towards Kate. Simon gives a light toned "Hello! I am Simon, Simon speaks-" his usual intro but gets interrupted by Maxwell.*

"How could you kill this little guy?"

Stunned horror drained the color from Kate's face. She had forgotten about Simon. Though, she hadn't really known about Maxwell. Suspicions? Sort of. But she only saw him once in a while.

"I..." What could she say? All of them gone would hopefully mean that this realm would collapse. But Simon was nice, considering everything.

No. He was more than nice.

"....Okay, so I wouldn't kill them all," she said quietly. "And I just thought you were one of the hunters here, Maxwell." Arms curled around herself.

"Sorry, Simon."

[ghostiedanny]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 [ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟏 ]

"Jed localizó enseguida al redactor jefe, le dio un firme apretón de manos con una gran sonrisa en el rostro y habló de los buenos valores estadounidenses de toda la Vida. Y eso fue todo, así nos ganó".

-Excolaborador de la Roseville Gazette

Olsen nunca justificó su errática trayectoria profesional, que se repartía entre varios pueblos desde Utah a Pensilvania. No se comprobaron sus trabajos anteriores. Tenia experiencia y buena actitud, y necesitaban a un colaborador cuanto antes.

[lichrisen]

                                    Regina tremendae majestatis                                      Qui salvandos salvas gratis                                          Salva me, fons pietatis !

bio. ask. interest tracker.

[darkundiine]

Memento mori, baby 📍COMISSION OPEN📍 #dbd #deadbydaylight #dbdrp #comissionopen #trickster #tricksterdbd #tricksterdbdedit #jiwoonhak #killerdbd https://www.instagram.com/p/CNCVGz7jzf4/?igshid=12ta3udloohhe

[the-stars-in-our-destiny]

Despite not being in any position to bite back, the smaller rabbit couldn't help his quick wit as he smugly fired back with a dark icy glare. "Yeah, I can tell how much you care about your appearance." Despite the feigned confidence, it was clearly evident in his body just how worked up he'd been over this whole encounter. A small hand, brave as it may be, nervously moved from Ghostface's grip around his throat, tracing down his forearm, to his chest. It was light and hesitant, but it somehow gave him a little more security, as if he were clearly indicating a sort of bubble of space for himself. A border that the other couldn't cross. But he could if he tried. The rabbit glanced down to the mouth of the mask, only able to discern the shadows of a moving maw behind it, hearing out the other's convictions quite thoroughly. As painfully familiar this all felt, the rabbit couldn't help but break out a small giggle in response at the audacity of the other. "A journalist??" The rabbit merely scoffed. "I'm certain Chicago would've had their own chapter of Gossip Girl if that were any case. I think I'd much more prefer music" He mused. It was some of the only pieces of his identity, aside from the name, that he could recall prior to the fog. "Some nerve you've got to throw that ultimatum at me, you're not even showing me your all." The rabbit used both hands this time, slowly inching up towards the physical representation of a facade the other paraded around in. A porcelain white mask. "I feel as though I've the upper hand here. I've got something you want, so desperately, and you've nothing to bargain with. No matter how many times I experience death, though painful, I will come back." Those black acrylic claws of his inched ever so closer to the mask as his turquoise eyes locked on him. "You don't even know what my perk is..." He turned to the side, hearing the sound of an alarm, indicating the success of the remaining survivors. "It's not smart to stick so close to the stalker at the start of a round..." He said, just as those black claws hooked under the bottom of the mask, threatening exposure at any moment as his turquoise hues locked on him yet again. Well, Danny was right, Starry certainly was not like any of the other survivors in these games. Perhaps the cunning slasher of Roseville had finally met an equal as calculated as himself- one who's words dripped with nearly as much poison as his own.

"Your move, Ghost boy."

The Connection

|Closed RP|

The familiar tightness gripped the bunny boy's heart once more as he was thrust into the horrifyingly familiar game of cat and mouse. It was an unfortunate feeling he'd grown all too used to, quite quickly in fact, thanks to the help of fellow survivors.

That small experience meant the difference between life and death in some trial runs, depending on the killers they'd face. Fortunately, it wasn't all luck based. As he learned, many survivors had particular skills, or blessings gifted by the entity, to aid in these horrific trials. These special skill sets often paired them up with particular killers from their timelines to serve as a combatant of sorts to even the odds.

Despite the told purpose of these 'perks', it all felt too shallow to the bunny. Rather, this seemed like another way to make the trials more entertaining for the entity. All to appease the entity... Right?

So then, what was his perk? And who was the lucky killer to have a connection with him? He wasn't particularly sure if he'd even encountered a serial killer before in his past, but that's what 'The Fog' does to it's victims. It clouds their minds and distorts their memories. If it's not entertaining, it doesn't matter, right?

His blessing, a perk granted by the entity, was something twisted. Shuffling his platform mary-janes along the grass as the mint-colored survivor peered from behind the dilapidated townhouse structure, the rabbit merely blinked his turquoise hues at the figure in the distance. In his first few trials, he was quick to find out that if he could get close enough, he'd essentially be the other survivors' eyes and ears on the map in the realms. This always ended up putting him on the front lines in these trials.

"Too close for comfort..." He muttered under his breath as he inched closer, taking shelter behind a rotting old white-pickett fence. As he neared the killer, he noted the appearance of the combat boots and harnesses before settling his sights on the standoffish white of their mask.

Widening his eyes for a moment before regaining his composure, the rabbit would simply blink. He'd never seen this killer before...

And yet... They felt so hauntingly familiar.

"Curiouser and curiouser..."

[decaid]

            ERASING ,  ᴰᴱᴮᴬˢᴵᴺᴳ  :   𝐈  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈  𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

semi  -  selective  ,  indi  .  LEON  KENNEDY  .  saved  by  DRAGULA  !

[antiibow-a]

                                                   𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ------ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬:  symbolize unwavering faith, beauty, delight, hope, joy & unconditional love .  DASH ONLY, SHEVA ALOMAR  from RE5 .

rules ,  interest checker

[nervous--leader]

❝ι'м really тryιng мy вeѕт!❞

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➪noт new тo rp

➪new тo plaтғorм

➪ѕнιpѕ wιтн cнeм

➪nѕғw(lewd ιn pмѕ only)

[sprintbvrst]

❝She understands that speed is not of the essence. It’s reaching that FINISH LINE. Rather last but still breathing.❞ || Personals do not reblog