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Earth-UNKNOWN :

A Marvel Universe Born from BHVR's Dead by Daylight.

To Preface:

Hello. I am Atticus Beck, or Atti as most know me by. I am twenty-five years of age, and have a project that I have slowly been working on that I have dubbed "Earth-UNKNOWN." For lack of better phrasing, this project is a sort of "What-If?" scenario where both protagonists and antagonists alike learn that they are more extraordinary than previously thought. A twist to each one's storyline, they find out that they each are different entities, heroes, and villains that correspond with that of the Marvel Universe.

You may recognize my style of writing if you have interacted with @breakdcwn / @breakcut or the sideblogs of those pages. Having been a huge Dead by Daylight fan/player, I wrote for multiple characters and sadly had gone on hiatus due to the state of the game stifling my inspiration to write for them. However, I had the idea for this project and have a lot of passion and inspiration for this project.

If you would ever like to use this verse for specific characters, I am open to sharing this universe to those who would want to use it; just let me know and I would be happy to oblige. Without any further ado, welcome to Earth-UNKNOWN! I hope you enjoy the characters and stories of this blog as I post them, and I look forward to writing more!

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The young woman stares at the ground blankly before recoiling slightly at the other's touch. After she initial shock, she embraces the kind gesture, another tear cascading down her cheek before abruptly being wiped away on the sleeve of her hoodie. "Sorry," she sniffles once to clear her sinus. "I haven't really..."

Slate blue hues drift to look at the ground as she trails off. Even before the fog, Riley wasn't used to genuine compassion or affection, and unfortunately, it shows. "...been shown kindness, not in a long time."

Brianne's words echo in her mind, and indeed, how were they supposed to sleep? Her eyes widen, then soften, a more solemn look taking form upon her face. "It doesn't want us to sleep..."

Bloodshot oculi meet the other's gaze, tears forming in her eyes, just on the precipice of falling. Dread creeping up her back, Riley silently lets the emotion flow from her, coming out in a near-silent sob. "It wants us to suffer."

Riley looks to the other, the look in her eyes both tired and full of dread. She hasn't known sleep for a long time, even before her time in the fog. The configuration, the brutality of the cenobites, the many people whose deaths she's responsible for; all too fresh on her mind, no matter how long ago the events seem to have happened,

"I uh-..." she pauses for a moment, does she lie to not make herself feel so powerless, or does she relay the truth, and accept the grim reality that has shaped her into a survivor. "I don't... really sleep."

Even when she pumps herself full of the prescription painkillers or back-alley depressants she had brought with her into the eldritch realm of the entity, she only feels lethargic, even catatonic at times. But... never is she truly able to rest, her mind constantly flooded with pain and torment both before and after the monstrosity's intervention.

"With everything that's happened, would you say that's normal?" The young woman tucks her knees into her chest as a single tear rolls down her cheek, her expression still hollow. "Or am I actually starting to go crazy?"

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Someone PLEASE convince me I don’t need another Killer sideblog; I’ve been debating starting to write another character (won’t reveal which one cause reasons lol) but I’m debating…

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Riley looks to the other, the look in her eyes both tired and full of dread. She hasn't known sleep for a long while, even before her time in the fog. The configuration, the brutality of the cenobites, the many people whose deaths she's responsible for; all too fresh on her mind, no matter how long ago the events seem to have happened,

"I uh-..." she pauses for a moment, does she lie to not make herself feel so powerless, or does she relay the truth, and accept the grim reality that has shaped her into a survivor. "I don't... really sleep."

Even when she pumps herself full of the prescription painkillers or back-alley depressants she had brought with her into the eldritch realm of the entity, she only feels lethargic, even catatonic at times. But... never is she truly able to rest, her mind constantly flooded with pain and torment both before and after the monstrosity's intervention.

"With everything that's happened, would you say that's normal?" The young woman tucks her knees into her chest as a single tear rolls down her cheek, her expression still hollow. "Or am I actually starting to go crazy?"

@breakcut : "Do you ever feel like you can't escape it, that feeling of dread?" Riley McKendry ᠂ ⚘ ˚

The campfire licks shadows across the contours of the two women’s faces, the flickers bringing a much needed warmth. Reaching fingers of small hands do their periodic retreat, folding atop knees locked together under the skirt of her black work dress. Her attire suits her client relations job better than huddling around a campfire in the foggy woods, but at least something feels familiar. 

     Riley’s voice turns the older woman’s chin; a consoling frown and ever-thoughtful gaze follow. Dread. An unfortunate word for what it is. A sigh falls, a precursor to agreeing with her assessment. The tension lost in her drooping shoulder betrays the exhaustion of constantly strained emotions, emotions they all must feel to feed the Entity that holds them hostage ( at least that is what she is told ).

     “It sits heavy on the chest. The waiting. Always waiting, and believing it’s never for something good.” The outlines of a British accent are present in her quieted speech, lightened by her French heritage; one of the few Europeans among them. 

     “How are you sleeping?” She speaks with concern; sleep is perhaps the only escape from it all. 

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Min's body grows warm as she reciprocates, her tongue gliding between the other's lips, her arms sliding under Nea's back and pulling her closer. Her breath grows heavy as she feels the fingers combing through her hair, her own fingers caressing the artist's back, sliding up and under the strap of her tank top, gently stroking the other's skin.

She pulls away just for a moment, her cheeks rosy as her eyes, though peering sensually at the other, are full of desire, "Damn, you sure know how to make a girl feel a certain kinda way."

Gently careening herself down to meet the other's lips, Min caresses the other's hand, subconsciously guiding it toward her collarbone, not realizing until it's almost too late that Nea's hand is sliding towards her breast. She lets out a bout of giggling, interrupting herself only by kissing the other.

"Totally not against it, just letting you know, if we keep up like this," she kisses yet again, "you're gonna find my piercings."

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Min leans down and delicately places a kiss on the other's forehead, leaning back up for a moment as she looks deeply into Nea's eyes. The look in her eyes filled with longing, she want to be nothing but reassuring... in her own way.

"Hey," she starts, her voice soft, "We don't have to now, but maybe..."

She gently places her hand on Nea's cheek, stroking lightly with her thumb. Smiling softly as she lays flat once more, her body pressed against the other.

Continuing to stroke the other's cheek, she makes a proposition, "I mean, not necessarily right now, if you wouldn't be comfortable. But, I'd help you, um- Make more time..."

Min brings her hand around the base of Nea's neck, pulling herself toward her, pressing her lips against the other's. The breath hot off her lips, she runs her fingers through the artist's hair, pulling back only for a moment, here eyes soft and yearning as a smile softly grows between her lips.

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Min: "How dare."

feng i wanna apologize for my bad timing but girl you're cinematic

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Min giggles as she imagines the two of them in a trial together, a thought that's both horrifying, yet comforting.

"Listen, I'm still gonna go in for the save if I can, but I promi- hold up."

The gamer sits up straight, taking a swig of liquor before raising her right hand as if she's under oath, her left hand resting on Nea's chest. She tries to contain her giggling, clearing her throat before she begins to recite:

"I, Feng Min, do solemnly swear that I will not sacrifice myself unless absolutely necessary, so help me- uh, Entity?"

She finally succumbs to her laughter, a fit of chuckles leaving her throat as she doubles over, her face inches from Nea's as she finally stops laughing.

"You said, um-" She hesitates for a moment, but in her new-found comfort with the artist, she decides to continue, "You said you don't have a lot of experience..." She trails off as she lay herself closer against the other, her fingertips caressing the skin under the strap of Nea's tank top.

"What's the furthest you've gone?"

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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As their lips touch, Min melts like putty right in Nea's arms. Everything seemed to stop for that moment as she raises her hand to meet Nea's, caressing hers, the space between their lips growing. Giggling, she speaks softly, "Well that answered my question."

{A good influence,} The words cause Min to giggle even more as she brings her leg over the other's, straddling her lap as she kisses her once more, the space only being interrupted by her smile an a few words, "Listen, we can afford to be bad and have some fun."

The music in the background reaching a swell, she rests her forearms on Nea's shoulders as she gazes longingly into her soft, blue eyes. "After all, we've been having fun now," she chortles, "and I'd love to do this more often."

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Hear me out

Given that both of them have struggled with drug abuse, with one being a killer, the other being a survivor, I feel like there would be an interesting interaction between Riley and Amanda Young!

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Min's face grows a bright red at the seizing of her hand, leaning in and caressing the design delicately with her fingertips, feeling the grooves of the harsher black lines that slightly raised the skin. "I don't mind you doing the same to mine..."

She trails off a moment, hesitant to relay her question. There were several things that went through her mind, curiosity, attraction, affection. Suddenly a question comes out like word vomit, though her demeanor does not change, "Do you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you?"

As soon as the words leave her lips, her face grows pale, mortified that she just... up and asked.

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Like this post for a starter from my newest muse, Riley McKendry!

(Multi's please specify which muse in the comments)

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Yui's smile softens as she turns more on the vehicle to face Susie, her eyes softening as her smile grows. She delicately moves a strand of Susie's hair from out of her face in an attempt to ease her flustered state. Chocolatine hues meet the doe-eyed, frosty gaze of the other, only two words softly leaving her lips, "Thank you."

Pulling her hand back, she thinks for a moment. Even though a joyride is about, well... the ride, and not the destination, Yui begins to imagine where she would want them to go, a place where they could explore, have some fun, or just relax, and then it comes to mind. "I heard the entity took a huge refinery from Ormond as a trial ground, want that to be our-" She giggles softly, happy with her newfound idea, "destination of interest?"

Yui's eyes widen, as does the smile on her face ask the pink-haired young woman removes her wiry visage, exposing her brilliant blue eyes. A slight glimpse as Susie opens her mouth to speak reveals her dental braces, causing the racer's cheeks to turn a light pink.

Her heart grows ever-so-warmer as one thought prevents her from continuing to the ride: Susie was stunningly adorable. She then realizes she is staring down the other with a huge smile on her face and giggles, the pink tones increasing in intensity as she laughs nervously.

"I- uh, sorry," she looks away quickly before making eye-contact with the woman. "You're really cute, and I just..." Yui trails off, a little embarrassed that Susie has her so flustered. "Can't take my eyes off of you."

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Min's eyes scan the orange fur, the detailing, as she smiles, "I think it's cute, I like it."

She almost raises her fingers towards it before realizing just exactly where she would be touching, her face flushing a rosy hue. Averting her gaze as her hand slightly recoils, "Yeah, i-it does look like it hurt to get."

Her smile grows and eyes soften as she looks back up, making eye contact with the other, "Hey, we kinda match, when you think about it!"

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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“Yeah, it was my gaming ‘alter ego,’ the Shining Lion,” she pauses a moment, wondering about the other.

“What about you, any other piercings? Oh!” She exclaims, the smile on her face growing as she decides to put the cloth mask in her pocket, “or do you have a fox tattoo? Like how I have a lion?”

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Min's face turns a bright pink as she pulls the collar of her shirt down just below her collarbone, exposing a small yellow lion holding a star, her moniker. "My 'Shining Lion' that I got just before I joined the e-sports team I was a part of."

Hesitant, she doesn't show the piercings she has... yet. Her eyes look away from the artist, one hand clutched to the center of her chest, the other resting on Nea's thigh as she elaborates. "My piercings, though," she starts, a twinge of embarrassment hanging off of her tongue.

"I uh- I lost a drinking game and got them as a part of the bet."

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

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Shrinking into Nea's grasp, Min blushes and shifts her gaze away for a moment, her grin shrinking as she tries not to expose a goofy smile at the comment. She was spot on, and Min couldn't and wouldn't deny it. "I didn't know you could read minds too."

It wasn't just the other's physical features she admired, given her laid back yet rebellious demeanor and her creativity, Min couldn't help but find her... attractive. "For real though, you look good in tank tops."

Her eyes scan Nea before looking back up to her. Her smile grows once more as she loses the composure to hod it back, "well, you look good in lots of things, honestly."

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"