#dead by daylight asks

[ask-renato-lyra]

still deciphering the narrative significance of "renato can run faster and for longer than star track runner and longtime athlete megan 'meg' 'meghead' thomas but only to avoid a social conflict" but i'm sure it has some

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..

[annokan]

Hate when that happens

[ninakoll]

bard yuri for MEEE

[deadherof]

[slashthrashandcrash]

I think legion trying to explain what a slasher movie is to an ancient Babylonian priestess when she’s afraid of the concept of flashlights is very funny. Very ‘you went to the moon. In the fucking sky?’

I'm just now being able to finish up these art wips

[ask-rebeccachambers-dbd]

OH LAWD HE COMING

[buggeeart]

god I love your dbd habit fanart so much!! i really hope you know it's amazing!!

thank you so much!!! here’s a dump of sketches/concepts that i forgot to post here :)

[ask-renato-lyra]

I know this isn’t something you just straight up ask someone, but it involves the rumor thing. I’ve heard around that Renato is autistic and I was genuinely just curious if it’s true or not. You of course don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable, I know it’s an odd question, so do forgive me.

Renato makes idle play of the bands around his wrists, mulling over the rumour.

"You sound like my sister," he muses. Thalita was the first one to mention it to him: Everyone else had just thought he was a bit strange, but Thalita had knowledge of the modern world. She knew about neurodivergency, the traits of it that people could express, how people under that umbrella tended to act.

"I never got tested, if that's what you mean."

He's frank with his words. It's the truth: That sort of thing is hard to come by in Brazil. Even worse for a teen or adult.

"It's hard to get that, when you're not a kid. You know...They ask for a lot of money."

But what would it change? Suppose he did sit down in a doctor's office, with someone who knew about all this. Maybe they'd test him, and maybe he'd meet their criteria. So what? He doesn't need an official to tell him how or why he acts the way he acts.

"...But, sure. I think so, anyways. I'd know best, wouldn't I? No one else knows me better."

Maybe he really is. Or maybe he isn't, and this is all a fluke—but even if he tells people, what else can he ask for except to be seen as Renato? The label helps people get to know him better, but that's not the end of his identity. He's Renato Lyra. That's who he really is. And he's happy that way. Even if 'that way' isn't in step with how most others behave.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF x DBD sticker club stickers for August!!

[daily-cheryl]

Something something April fools

[mint-mumbles]

PLEASE stop using “dbd”, “dbd memes”, “dbd fanart”, or anything of the sort for Dead Boy Detectives because it’s still taken up a large part of the dbd tag, which has historically been used for Dead by Daylight

The dbd tag has been used for Dead By Daylight for 8 YEARS without issue until the Dead Boy Detectives SHOW came along in late April

It is now mid August and despite the Dead by Daylight fandom’s constant asking of the fans to stop using the dbd tag, I still see it as frequently as Dead by Daylight posts

Dead by Daylight fans had to spend their 8th Anniversary SWAMPED with Dead Boy Detectives posts in the tag, making it hard to find their own posts

Please, I am BEGGING YOU, please stop 😭

The amount of passive aggressiveness I’ve seen from certain fans of DBDA when people ask them to stop using the dbd tag is just insane.

“You want me to retag all my posts?” JUST STOP USING THE DBD TAG, PLEASE! YOU CAN RETAG IF YOU WANT, BUT AT THE VERY LEAST STOP TAGGING IT AS DBD IN THE FUTURE 😭

“You don’t own the tags” I didn’t say we do. I’m saying that the tag that hasn’t had any problems in the last DECADE and had only started having issues AFTER THE DBDA SHOW CAME OUT. It is a DIRECT result of the show. Please stop playing ignorant by misconstruing my words

Do you want to know where the source of the dbd tag becoming mixed with Dead by Daylight and Dead Boy Detectives came from? It was NETFLIX. Due to their marketing, they put their ads in the dbd tag, which (again) has been historically used by the Dead by Daylight fandom. It’s Netflix’s fault that this confusing and disorganized mess is happening

I have a lot of DBDA people blocked because I want to scroll the dbd tag without seeing DBDA posts (despite me having the Dead Boy Detectives tag blocked, I still see the “you have this tag blocked” notification), so if you could reblog this or give this situation more attention, I would be super grateful 🙏

[immarainbowpatooie]

the best thing about playing DBD again is i can start using this gif to annoy my friends again

[dwhatsup]

Happy Holidays : )

[slashthrashandcrash]

Drawing request of all 4 legion in their current teenage state tucked into Danny's bed saying "we had a nightmare"

[letternotekisses]

hello!! Me again, sorry :3 could i ask for another deathslinger request where he helps reader, who is a new survivor, do a generator? Thank you!! I love your work!!! 🪲

It wasn't uncommon for the victims in the fog to slip up and short-circuit the generators, whether they be lulled into madness by the Doctor's electricity or just downright stressed.

Four times in a row, though? That's new.

Caleb stills just short of the Ironworks, his jaw clicking as he sets it gently back into place. You don't flinch, you don't even move. Some of the more seasoned survivors would have spotted the old cowboy before he even made it round the corner, but not you.

A new, pretty little thing, unfortunate as you were that the Entity plucked you away. He could nearly imagine you in such a sweeter setting, away from all that oil and grime that coated you to your elbows, somewhere you much better belonged.

What really tickled him was the the confusion scrunching your face, each twist of gears and tugging of wires resulted in the rickety generator blowing up in your face. None of the other survivors had bothered much with you then, left you alone as easy pickings for him to snap up - and snap up he would.

It wasn't like Caleb to meddle in survivor affairs, but it was pitiful to watch you struggle, frustrated tears building high in your pretty eyes. They must've all forgotten that they were all you once upon a time, and there was no reward in the Entity's realm for spitefulness and cruelty. Not on their side, at least.

He stills a few inches away, finger resting patiently on the Redeemer’s trigger. He could just as easily gut you from where he stood, drag you back to a hook with your legs trailing like dead weight behind you. But he didn’t - and he wouldn’t. The Entity simmers, whispering angrily in his ears, but after all these years she's nothing more than a buzzing gnat, waiting to pick on his hard work.

She'd get her fill. Just not of you.

A tired sigh escapes him and you still don’t hear it over the sounds of creaking metal. Caleb wasn’t much of a bleeding heart, quite the opposite if you consider his track record - but you weren’t any match for him at the minute, nor had you banged him upside the head with a flashlight. He could spare you a minute or two.

He clinks the tip of the Redeemer against the generators top and you fall back away from it with a startled shriek, raising your medkit in a manner that was supposed to intimidate him. To mimic a weapon not unlike his own. He rasps, a laugh so thick and cloying like the drag of chains that you cant help but wince. What a sweet, naïve little thing you were.

"Keep your bloomers on, girl." He sniffs, gruff and firm. His voice rattling like an old cage from underuse. "Watch. Like this."

You hold your breath when he grows closer - they'd told you to run, those others. Run or die. Have your innards paving the path like a sick and bloody esplanade. Yet it leaves your mind once you catch a whiff of him. Leather, tarry and riddled with smoke but unmistakeably human. There's an all too familiar warmth coming from him too, layered behind all of those old fashioned garments.

He seems all too real to be as much of a monster Meg had made him out to be. At least, you think that was her name. You didn't quite catch it.

He twists on a few gears, tugs on a few wires - making it seem almost embarrassingly easy in comparison to your earlier attempts - before pulling back and nodding his head at you. A little gesture as if to say your turn, little lady.

Yes, sir. You almost mutter, heat bleeding into your cheeks as you slide in front of the gen, ever thankful that it hides your frazzled face.

You mimic his motions, treating the generator gently, with smooth and practiced movements. It purrs at you, humming to life as if pleased instead of sparking angrily in your face and coating your forearms in oily drool. You feel a sense of pride and undeniable elation swell in your chest, clapping your hands together and squealing with unabashed joy until you remember that a supposed murderer is standing right there.

He snorts, peering down at you like a curious predator, humouring prey before before he suddenly snaps you up into his jaws. Yet he simply marvels, clicking his jaw idly as you shuffle forward and shove your medkit into his arms as a form of thanks, bolting as if he might choose you instead of your peace offering.

Strange, but sweet. He'd be seeing more of you soon enough, girl.