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I swear I’m going to get around to replies 😭 I’ve really wanted to write but a lack of time has been killing me

SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT UNTIL DAWN 🙏 The new trailer looks so good and I’m a whore for the game

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THE V LINE 🫣🤭

Dwight gaming?

Always :*)

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David king: a man of few words | @champion-of-light

King knew a boy who had a lot more prose than he. His wording was developed, flowing out of his mouth and through his pen without a problem. When King had trouble forming his thoughts properly, his counterpart was able to make things make sense.

Alan Wake wasn’t Tristan, but the two shared that feature of prose. He couldn’t help but stare at the bearded fellow in what appeared to be… confusion? Curiosity? He didn’t speak any words at the taller man but he very obviously stared. Was he looking for a confrontation?

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A gruff noise of approval was all that could come from the man as he listened to Glasses' kind words. What did Dwight know about Dave that had him so convinced that he was alright?

“Stick to your own convictions. I like that.”

He couldn’t NOT stir the pot though, and yelled out (to everyone or nobody) what he truly wanted to say half the time.

“Don’t listen to what those pisser’s say! Ain’t got shit for brains in ‘ere heads!”

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"I don't think you're as . . . bad for me as they say you are, anyways . . ." Dwight's cheekbones adopted a light rosy tone as his deep chocolate gaze fell upon David's rugged features. "You just have a . . . rough exterior, but . . . a heart of gold, y'know? At least. . . that's what I think."

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“That is the question, ain’t it?”

Southern heat that permeated the skin, making everything in your mind mixed and confusing, tall stalks of corn blinding the eyes. A temple in the middle of the forest, water droplets raining from the sky almost like hail. An abandoned ski resort bitter with cold that went into your bones. This place wasn’t ever one thing, instead a stew of different spots for them to head into and leave.

The only reason he didn’t spill everything to the girl was that she appeared to be new - the way her eyes darted around to spy anything her brain could recognize (as he would put it, categorize into a neat folder in the noggin’). Sometimes people he did care about would go missing when they became depressed enough here. He wasn’t gonna fuck over a newbie.

“This place is safety. Stay here as long as you can.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command.

" I don't recognize you either...could you tell me where I am? "

Sidney appeared to be clearly frightened, lost and exhausted, having no clue how she got here.

Last thing she remembered was waking up in her dorm room, walking into the bathroom to start her day, next thing she knew... coldness, the sky became dark and a fog then whatever this place was.

Her demeanor almost introverted in nature, eyes averting from side to side to observe her surroundings.

Anxiety threatened to bubble to the surface, alas the stoicism won the battle of freaking out and staying calm.

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[[HI HI HELLO <3 Stopping by to say I absolutely adore your David already even though I have been too shy to yeet Steve over. Love seeing your content on my dash and it's always good to see David getting the love he deserves. So thank you for blessing my dash~]]

OMG YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME

I’ve loved the support from everyone I’ve gotten so far, it really helps breaking out of my shell and getting more into the tumblr DBD RP scene (I was wayyyy more used to Discord)

I love writing David so much, especially with the people who have reached out. It’s been a blessing to bring my version of him over to here

Also also!!! I fucking love your Steve so much. I’m a sucker for Stevie’s and yours just has so much character to him :)

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"We should run away together.." - Meg

“We should run away together.” | @hauntedxwritings

“What will running away do us?”

They were stuck here. It was a fact that everything that had been dragged here had to accept; that everyone they missed in their real life’s was not going to see them again. He’d mused on the idea of being able to will an escape (could pleasing the God who ruled here allow them exit?) but any attempts had resulted in nothing.

If they left the woods, they’d just get hunted down by various killers until they were executed and returned back to the fire. If they even made it far enough to escape the clutches of any danger, they’d be transported into a trial of horror. The thought wasn’t tempting… yet he still gave a dashing smirk.

“…I suppose sneaking off wouldn’t be impossible though.”

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"they told me you're no good for me, but i didn't listen." (DWAVID ahhhh)

“They told me you’re no good for me, but I didn’t listen.” | @leadxxr

“Don’t listen to anything those shitheads say.”

Didn’t seem that sentimental, but nothing David said did. He wasn’t one to use his words to explain how he felt, instead his actions were the way to express his heart. The one thing that could be said about King was that if he had anything nice to say to you - it was in private, where the secret would only be kept between him and his lover.

“I don’t let anyone tell me what I’m going to do… especially when it comes to you.”

He’d lived his life in fear over what others thought; his parents, his friends… he wasn’t going to live in fear about what people thought in the Entity’s realm.

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PROMPTS FOR A SECRET RENDEZVOUS WITH YOUR LOVER *  assorted dialogue for moments of meeting in secret, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of the prompt

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

we can't keep meeting like this. sooner or later, they'll find us out.

you know i'll risk anything just to see you again.

when can we meet again?

when can you sneak away?

this is no way to live, [name].

i don't want to keep our love a secret.

you deserve better than kisses in the dark.

if my family found out i was seeing you, they'd never forgive me.

i don't want the crown. i want you.

they want me to marry [name], but i can't. i won't.

we should run away together.

they don't want us to be together.

took you long enough to get here! i was beginning to get worried.

i'm not of royal blood, and so they'll never let us be together.

did anyone see you?

this was the best hiding place i could find.

oh good! you got my note!

if anyone finds us here, we're dead.

they told me you're no good for me, but i didn't listen.

we'll find a way to be together, i promise.

i'll give it all up if i can just be with you.

they can't keep us apart. i won't let them.

i don't know how much more of this i can take.

they think you're a distraction.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ balcony ] as receiver stands on a balcony, sender calls out to them from down below and/or climbs up to see them

[ bleachers ] sender and receiver secretly meet under the bleachers at a football game in order to spend time together

[ hidden ] sender and recever secretly meet in a hidden room

[ gardens ] sender and receiver secretly meet in the lush gardens of a castle

[ forest ] sender and receiver rendezvous in a dark forest

[ wishing well ] receiver waits for sender at their usual meeting point, an old wishing well

[ phone ] sender and receiver talk to each other in secret on the phone

[ captured ] while receiver waits for sender to arrive, sender is shoved into receiver's view, captured by the enemy

[ alert ] sender alerts receiver that they've been found out and need to run

[ last one ] both captured, sender manages to kiss receiver one last time before they're dragged away

[ crowded ] sender and receiver lock eyes across a crowded room and mouth to one another that they love each other

[ discovered ] sender and receiver are having their secret rendezvous and are suddenly discovered by someone they were trying to hide from

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David approaches an unknown Sidney | @bamsidsuperbitch

“Don’t recognize you.”

Many people had joined the campfire since he’d shown up what felt like many years ago. He tried to familiarize himself with them; not in a psychopathic manner, but so he’d have enough information to categorize them down into one thing: were they useful?

Sidney was unexpected.

It was odd for David King to approach others out of free will, so perhaps it would be shocking for Ms. Prescott.

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Tempted on creating a side blog for a DBD killer (mainly to allow more opportunities for interactions)

Thinking either Kazan Yamaoka or Evan MacMillan 🤔

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Finally got through all my responses (my bad about the delay with those). Warning anyone who sends in new stuff that I probably won’t be able to respond until EARLIEST Sunday, although probably leaning more towards Monday/Tuesday

Don’t be discouraged about reaching out though. I should still be able to respond to DMs and I’d love to plot things out, from actual RPs to simple connections between characters

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❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

“You hide, and I’ll try to find you. Sound fun?” | @ferociium

A stalker out in the woods. How original. The Ghostface was a walking stereotype, and he would’ve found it a hell of a lot more funny had he not been at risk of getting stabbed in the dark.

It was rare to find a killer who was friendly. Any type of niceness seemed to be kicked out of their bodies as soon as they’d been transported to this hell. Yet, some of murderer’s weren’t totally mute - some even liked to toy with their food. Some took sadistic pleasure in seeing their victims terror. For the Ghostface, seeing the terror and capturing it were both the same.

David King could be described as an adrenaline junkie. He’d gotten into plenty of fights back in the real world, his temper often got the better of him (something he’d been trying to keep under control now that he was stuck with these people forever). Sometimes, sometimes he just wanted to roam outside the campfire and see if he attracted any of the hunters to him. Almost as if he himself was teasing.

Like a shark to the scent of blood, the black robed villain found him rather easily, but he didn’t want to take his chance while the hunt was easy. He wanted King to be primed - tuckered out and begging for mercy.

“You hide, and I’ll try to find you. Sound fun?”

He’d take the bite.

“That’s assuming you can catch me, eh? Good luck.”

He wanted to push buttons.

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❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜ (feng.)

“Dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me.” | @dayfright

Wanting alcohol in the Entity’s realm wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

For one, you’d get random pangs of wanting something to drink and not having the ability to. There was a lake that wasn’t far off from the campfire but the water was pitch black and he didn’t dare risk it (besides, it was just outside of the safety “bubble”). There were a few places you could go to satisfy that never ending thirst. Ormond held a few bottles of alcohol, ranging from cheap beer bottles to some vintages that had somehow been left behind, but the problem came from the fact the group who resided there were ever present. At least one member would still be lingering.

There was the gas station at the car wreckers' locale, but the brunette didn’t want to risk being attacked by an invisible specter. That left… Ugh.

Manipulating the fog to take you to one of the killer's realms took some skill but he’d had a lot of time on his hands. The rule that he always followed was that you had to take another person with you for safety; one could act as a spotter and the other enact the operation. He decided on dragging the realms gamer girl with him, saying the plan was to search for parts for toolboxes.

“Dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me.”

“You can say ‘hat again.”

He inhaled the stench of dead bodies. A massacre had occurred in the town many years ago and yet rotting corpses still waited around, mouths agape in looks of horror. Vultures pecked at the corpses for sustenance. The piano in the main building played even when nobody was seated in the chair, and the clinking sounds of bottles came from the bar. They were in killer territory.

Like one of those corny movies he’d watched in the past, he motioned forward silently using his hands. He didn’t risk a spear through the stomach. This whole idea was dumb in the first place, and he didn’t want to be responsible for her death, nor his.

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❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜ (ji-woon.)

“Why don’t you scream for me?” | @dayfright

“Fuck off!”

Every slice, every tear, every drop of blood that exited his body and yet the rugby player refused to make any noise from his mouth. It was a struggle. His body flared with agonizing pain from the iridescent knives that flew through the air and struck every inch of his skin. At this point, he’d die from bleeding out before the phosphorescent man could hang his shoulder on any rusted metal hook.

He was faster. Whatever the Trickster had done in his real life, it hadn’t competed with the heavy training Dave had suffered through with his regime. He had the upper hand by all accounts. If he could just… make it away, hide and find some medical supplies to get him back to a good place physically, he could make it out alive back to safety.

“Why don’t you scream for me?”

A trip up made those idealistic dreams seem impossible. Right foot spun over left, and the world came crashing down. His mouth tasted like the earth and his fingers grabbed to try and reach anything within grasp. He knew that the death wouldn’t be fast; it’d be dragged out and brutal, filled with narcissistic words all in between.

The worst part? He couldn’t stay silent for much longer.

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❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

“I won’t give up on you, I know you’re worth it!” | @leadxxr

“Huh…?”

What an odd thing to mention around the campfire. The few survivors who were still waiting to be pulled in the fog had decided unanimously to wait around for the moment. That was the usual routine for those who weren’t being tortured. The mood was always downtrodden, and it was eerily silent except for the black birds that liked to linger just outside the safe zone cawing. No doubt they were spies for the Entity.

King, like the rest, was silent as the crackle of the fire filled his ears and the warmth engulfed his body. Dark circles were underneath his eyes - it was clear he suffered from a lack of sleep. A part of himself started lulling off to the noises of the forest until Fairfield’s voice woke him up. A voice he usually found comfort in for being one he could trust sounded grating in the context. He gave an annoyed look and tried to hide his bitter tone.

“I won’t give up on you, I know you’re worth it!”

Could he save the inspiration speeches for later?

“Listen, Dwight, I appreciate your concern but I’m ‘aight.”

He shifted his body weight so his hand rested against the ground, allowing him to lean further back. He seemed to be trying to get comfier (maybe or maybe not because Dwight had pointed out indirectly how he looked).

“Besides, that was like… really random, mate.”