#Rust dbd

[valentronic]

love this guy the uhhhhh *looks at smudged writing on hand* triangle

[theancienthybrid]

The Legion, a deadly group of teens, consisting of:

Frank Morrison

Julie Kostenko

Joey Jonathan

Susie Lavoie

and

Frank...Morrison...?

[apollodarling-writes]

Babycakes can you pretty please write a male y/n x yan!ghostface where y/n doesn’t die in the end and lowkey falls in love 🤭 (also pretty please make ghostface a praiser 🙏🏽)

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

yan! dbd! ghostface x gen jockey! male! reader

cws : yandere themes, a bit of dry humping, praise, creampie, choking, rough sex, kinda ?? handjob (reader receiving), orgasm control, knife play, anal, pronebone, dubcon??? , mentions of public masturbation, thigh fucking, danny is a tease, reader cleans his blood off of the bowie so blood play but ingestion??? , cum eating i guess but the reader is made to clean up his cum from danny’s gloves.

the fog that hung between the trees was particularly thick this trial. the red forest was known for being hard to navigate in some areas due to the low lighting, and the natural fog scattered throughout the landscape was of no help either. you were unsure if one of the survivors offered the entity a bottle of murky reagent, but it had become harder to see than it already was. you suppose you couldn’t complain as it made you harder to track, and thus it was easier to hide.

your group had completed two generators without a single person being hooked. anxiety knotted your stomach as you mulled over what the killer was up to. was the killer waiting for your group to finish the generators and then camp the gates? were they watching from the shadows and getting some sort of sick pleasure from watching the lot of you squirm? the answer to these questions was beyond your reach, and you knew that all you could do was focus on the task at hand. if you struck the wires too early, you would blow up the generator and the killer would surely know your location if they didn’t already.

a chill runs the length of your spine, gooseflesh raising the hairs on your body. you stop repairing the generator for a moment, the feeling of being watched prevalent as your swivel your head to find the source of the gaze. you’d been in this realm long enough to abide by your instincts. your gaze flits through the trees, your heart thumping in your chest as you are unable locate the source. chalking it up to the quietness of the trial, you busy your hands with firing the wires of the generator, successfully sparking one portion. you sift through your toolbox, searching through old and rusted scraps for something to replace one of the broken parts.

a hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, hoisting you off the ground. a hand muffles your cry of protest, bending your front over the generator.

“shhh… just be quiet now, baby.” a muffled voice all but pants, their chest pressing against your back as they lean forward to whisper in your ear. “i’ve finally got you to myself….”

you recognize that voice — the ghostface. realization washes over you; the quietness of the trial, feeling watched, the lack of a terror radius…. it all made sense now. your tongue darts out to lick the leathery material of his gloved palm in a feeble attempt to get him to release you.

“be patient now,” the ghostface groans, “we’ll get there, pretty boy.”

the ghostface maneuvers his fingers to grip your wrists, pinning them behind your back while grinding his half-hard cock into the meat of your ass. you squirm at his touch, feeling disgusted at the desperate panting the man behind you let out.

“i know you’ve been thinking about this,” the masked man grunts, his breath hitching. “i’ve seen you fuck yourself in trials before — did’ya think i wouldn’t know?”

shame and embarrassment wash over you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as a hand snakes around to palm you through your bottoms. “n—not here… please—“

“god, look at how cute you are,” the ghostface coos, his gloved hand slipping past your waistband and cupping your length. “keep begging like that and i won’t be able to control myself.”

“i’m not—“

“ah-ah, quiet now… don’t you wanna be good for me, baby?” he purrs, your hips bucking as his thumb brushes against your cockhead. ”mmm, so sensitive. i think im gonna have fun with you…”

the ghostface’s hand tugs down your pants, your protests going unheard as you hear his robes shift. his cock slides between your thighs — the intrusion unwelcome and unfamiliar.

“stop… i cant — we can’t… not here.” you panic, your gaze flitting through the areas you could see. god forbid any of the other survivors witness this and get the wrong idea. you’d be considered a fucking traitor. maybe they’d even think you were selling them out. or, shit, what if they thought you were slutting yourself out to survive?

“shut the fuck up,” he groans, his cock brushing against your shaft. “just sit there and look pretty for me, ‘kay?”

your mouth immediately closes, figuring it would be better to just let him have his way and hopefully all five gens will be done by the time he finishes. your body is tense with shame and guilt, your thighs clenched around the masked man’s length in an attempt to get him off faster.

the ghostface spits in his hand, wrapping his fingers around you again, and pumps you in time with each thrust. with each movement, you find yourself melting into his touch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. he was too good at this, and he fucking knew.

“y’like that, baby?” you could hear the smirk in his tone.

“fuck you.“ you grit out, hating that you were becoming aroused at such an invasive, disgusting act.

“oh, i plan to, little bunny.”

the masked man removes his hand just as you were on the cusp of your orgasm, a soft whine leaving your lips. your cockhead is flushed an angry red, beads of precum now smeared along your shaft. “why’d you—“

you suck in a breath as a finger slowly dips into your ass, curling into your g-spot. the feeling was foreign, and it hurt like a bitch, but fuck did it feel good. “yeah? just like that, pretty boy?”

he slowly pumps his finger, careful not to hurt you as he works up to another one; his fingers scissor and stretch, curling into your prostate. before you knew it, the man had gotten three fingers in you, your legs shaking and your whimpers increasing in volume as you come closer and closer to your climax.

“fuck — ‘m gonna cum.” you pant, your back arching as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. through a lust-induced haze, you hear a faint chuckle before the sensation you crave eludes you. the ghostface removes his digits, your cock twitching and aching for release.

“oh, you poor thing. were you gonna cum?” the man murmurs teasingly, his own erection throbbing beneath the layers of his robes. he eagerly grips the back of your neck and ushers you on your stomach behind the generator, lifting his clothing just enough to carefully push inside of you.

“y’so fuckin’ tight..!” he hisses, releasing your wrists to press down on your lower back. your fingers find purchase in the dirt of the forest floor as the ghostface slowly thrusts into you, your gummy walls hugging the man’s cock so deliciously.

with each thrust, you found it harder and harder to control your volume. with the way the man had angled himself, the tip of his cock bumped against your g-spot damn near constantly. your stomach tightened as your release began to approach once more, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes.

“i’m gonna cum – ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum…” you whine, “please, i need more!”

the killer groans in ecstacy at your desperation, his cock twitching inside of you as one hand wraps around your throat, lifting you from the dirt. “gonna have to fuck you more often, yeah? youre doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

his digits tighten around your throat, cutting off your air supply as your jaw slackens at the brutal pace. a gurgled moan parts your lips, your face growing red from the lack of oxygen. mercifully, he releases his grip on you, but is quick it with the cold steel of his bowie knife.

the ghostface snakes an arm around your midsection, pumping your cock in time with each mind-numbing thrust. you hold yourself up as the blade trails along your flesh, drawing thin lines of blood. it seemed that the man was getting off on the pain he inflicted, his thrust becoming harder, faster.

the blade trails up, pressing against your lips. “open up, baby. gotta clean up your mess.” the ghostface breathily groans, his thrusts growing sloppy.

your lips part, the blade resting on your tongue as your lips close around it. it tastes like iron, your own blood coating your tongue as your cock twitches in the killer’s fist. ropes of cum spill onto the leather of your assailant’s glove, a long moan erupting from your throat as your vision blurs with tears. your hips buck into his grasp, the killer never once stopping. your mind melts into a delicious quiet, the only thing you’re able to focus on is how fucking good it feels.

“fuck — you feel so fucking good, bunny.” he groans, sheathing his blade and replacing it with the cum stained leather. “be a good boy and clean off my glove, yeah?”

the killer pants as you mindlessly obey his order, the bitter taste seemingly only serving to arouse you further. you lap at the cum on his glove while the killer fucks into you with fervor, breathy groans leaving him as the chill of his mask presses into your shoulder. the ghostface weakly thrusts into you as his climax washes over him. his cock twitches inside of you, cum painting your insides as he slowly comes down from his high.

the man is quick to fix his attire as the exit gate sounds, leaving you breathless as cum drips down your thighs, the scent of dirt and sex staining your clothing. with shaky legs, you pull up your bottoms and quietly mull over what just happened as you make your way to the exit gate on the opposite side of the map.

[paintedonmyteeth]

Sleepy Cuddles w/ Pyramid Head 🩸🔪 △

Pyramid Head brainrot goes brrr. Pyramid Head brainrot is forever eternal, anyway — yeah I have yet another post of Pyramid Head because I’m bored, my brain had ideas, and I NEED him so I feel like catering myself once again w/ Pyramid Head. That’s all I can say. OH YEAH might I add, rather than Silent Hill’s PH like my last few posts this time I decided this time around I’m gonna do DBD Pyramid Head. Also a heads up for the small nsfw warning in this post, so MDNI.

Doing back to back trials or maybe more is always tiring. Leaves you all sleepy asf, grumpy, and really not wanting to be thrown into another trial for the entity’s amusement.

Usually you’d try sleeping around the campfire or take short naps, literally whenever you have the chance to do so before the entity drags you off to another random map, and it can get pretty annoying when you don’t get no breaks to rest. >:((

And what’s better than looking for none other than your favourite tall killer, the Executioner for some cuddles???

If you need cuddles or sleep, Pyramid Head’s always there in Midwich waiting for you whenever he’s not busy with any trials of his own. :))

He loves earning small visits from you while the both of you have some time to spend when the Entity isn’t calling for either of you for the next trial.

The two of you meet up usually in the halls of the school or some random classroom if Pyramid Head happened to be looking for you first. The nurses office is where the two of you kick back and relax in each other’s company most often, because that’s where all the old mattresses are left on the rusted metal bed frames.

The beds are way too small to fit with Pyramid Head’s large figure so the both of you would settle with stripping off all the mattresses from the bed frames, lie them all on the floor stacked atop each other by 2 by 4 for bigger space.

Cuddles w/ the big guy are the fucking best. And he enjoys cuddling you too.

Because of the huge height differences between the both of you, he thinks you’re the perfect size so he could gently squeeze you in his arms while you’re all curled up with him.

And don’t forget about them man tiddies, his tiddies are the best for a pillow but in the end, you’re waking up with a sore neck. But it’s fucking worth it. >:))

It’s also soothing listening to his breathing from his rusted helmet or the soft growls rumbling from his chest, which kind of reminds you of thunder rolling through the sky in the distance.

As I mentioned the last time in one of my other hc posts with Pyramid Head, he’s a fuckin’ walking heater and all that body heat radiating from him while you’re pressed against him with his arms around you is just pure bliss.

Feels so nice to pass out in his arms especially with all that exhaustion and the multiple trials you went through still racking your brain, and he likes it how easily you conk out the moment you get comfy with him just in a matter of seconds.

On some small occasions there’s times where Pyramid Head is also hornee and wanting help with finding some relief, once granted consent he’ll keep in mind how tired you are after all those trials you went through of course, this time around he’ll restrain himself from going too rough on you and will opt to fucking you gently and at a slower pace. Getting some relief out of this and also helping you destress, a small little reward for doing such a great job. <33

After cuddles and naps with Pyramid Head you’re feeling all rejuvenated and energized to keep pushing on through more trials the entity has yet to throw at you.

Sometimes it’s not enough and Pyramid Head will decide to keep you for a little while longer, drawing the entity’s attention in some instances and having to fight with them in order to prevent the entity from ripping you away from his grip.

Few minutes wasn’t enough he wants more time with his precious. Fuck off. >:((

Besides the exhaustion or stress from everything in the entity’s realm, you still visit Pyramid Head whenever just for more cuddles or naps to give the big guy some company and spend more time with your beloved Executioner.

🥩⋆♱✮♱⋆🔪 🩸

[mikkeneko]

I don't plan to write much in the DBD space, but this idea came to me, a variation on the scene in episode 1:

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"Hear me out," Charles said.

Edwin let out an eloquent sigh. "I already know what argument you are going to make, and the answer is no," he said.

"Crystal would make a great addition to our operations!" Charles forged on undeterred. "I mean, imagine having a psychic on board! Think of how many possibilities it would open up -- it'd be brilliant --"

"Charles, no. No living people," Edwin said firmly.

" -- just, the opportunities it would give us," Charles continued to plead. "So many avenues which have been, just, completely closed to us before, we'd suddenly be able to do --"

"We already have enough to do, Charles, we are not going to adopt this girl," Edwin insisted.

"C'mon, mate, just think of it!" Charles wheedled. He reached over to the side of the small closet they were huddling in and flung open a cabinet door that had been closed for so long it had almost rusted shut.

Inside the cabinet, stacked neatly and then left to languish, were rows upon rows of brightly colored boxes. Settlers of Catan, Ticket to Ride, Gizmos, Lords of Waterdeep, Pandemic, Three Kingdoms, Quirkle, Forbidden Island, Azul, Wingspan, Agricola… the titles went on and on, all of them acquired and then abandoned to languish in the back of the cabinet, each labeled with those damning words --

Edwin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Three to five players, Ed!" Charles pleaded with him. "Just imagine what we could do with three whole players!"

"....Fine," Edwin capitulated. "She can join."

"You know I can hear you guys, right?" Crystal's muffled voice came through the wall.

----

As Charles was to shortly discover, adding a psychic to the party was not the best approach to competitive board gaming.

[writer-freak]

Hi! If it's ok with you, (spoilers for Hooked On You, that DBD dating sim)

In one of the endings you get appointed as Jr. Deputy Entity and left in charge while The Entity goes on vacation.

Anyway, can I request Philip Ojomo with a reader that has been left in charge as The Entity's replacement? It doesn't have to be in the Hooked On You version, I actually think it may be more interesting in the context of the original Dead By Daylight.

You can include any other characters you want, but I'm mostly interested in The Wraith to be honest.

Thanks in advance!

Thank you so much, I wrote it in the original Dead by daylight universe and made it more angsty and open ended. If this isn't what you had in mind feel free to request again <3.

You never expected to be left in charge.

One moment, the trials were running as normal, Killers hunting, Survivors scrambling, the cycle of life and death playing out just as the Entity demanded.

The next, the Entity itself, the one forcing you to repeat this never ending horror, simply left. No explanation. No grand spectacle. Just a vague notion of "vacation" and an unsettling sense of absence.

The weight of its realm ended up onto your shoulders like a heavy cloak, suffocating and cold.

The killers felt it immediately. Some stopped mid-hunt, heads tilting toward the sky as if they could sense the shift. The ever-present hum of the Entity's hunger faded to a dull, distant echo, and something in the air loosened like a thread loosening.

Now you were watching the trials below with an unsteady heart. The twisted landscape plays beneath your gaze, looping through broken realms, endless loops of suffering. The fog seems thicker, more restless, curling around your ankles like it’s waiting for direction.

You’re supposed to give it.

A low clang echoes behind you, distant and metallic. You turn just as Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, emerges from the mist.

His weapon dangles loosely from his hand, fingers curled around the rusted metal like it might slip away. He just stands there watching, the same way he always does like he’s looking through you, seeing the pieces no one else does.

"What does this mean for us?" he finally asks, voice low and rough.

It takes you a second to find words.

"I... don’t know yet."

Philip steps closer, his big frame that shadowed you should be frightening, but somehow it comforted you. He’s careful with his movements, like he knows the strength he carries and doesn’t want to wield it recklessly. The bell in his hand lets out a faint, ghostly chime as he shifts.

"You control the trials now?" he asks, voice echoing in the stillness.

"I guess so. The Entity didn’t exactly leave me a handbook." You try for humor, but it falls flat.

Philip is silent for a long time, his head tilting slightly. You wonder what he’s thinking if he’s debating killing you right here, testing if you're really the one in charge. But he doesn't move. Instead, he lets out a low breath, almost like a sigh.

"You shouldn’t stay out here" he mutters, glancing at the fog getting thicker around you two. "The others... they’re restless."

You swallow hard. You already know that.

The Trapper has been more brutal than usual, dragging trials out for hours, his traps placed with sadistic precision. The Huntress hums her lullabies louder, her axe swings growing reckless and wild. The Killers are testing limits, waiting to see what happens when they push too far.

Waiting to see if you’ll stop them.

"Let them be restless" you say, voice quieter than you want it to be. "I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do."

"You could stop this" he says carefully, like he’s afraid of the words. "You could change everything."

Your chest tightens.

"I don’t know if I should" you admit. "The Entity’s coming back. Eventually. And when it does..." You trail off, throat tight, rubbing your arms like you can chase away the cold creeping in from the fog. "If I change things... if I mess this up... what do you think it’ll do to me?"

Philip’s fingers twitch around the handle of his weapon.

"You’re scared" he states, voice quiet. Not accusatory. Just... understanding.

"Of course I am." You let out a bitter laugh, swiping a hand down your face. "I don’t belong here. I don’t know why I got stuck with this. I’m not a god. I’m not the Entity. I’m just... me."

Philip watches you, his gaze heavy. He takes a small step forward, then another, until he’s close enough that the chill radiating off his body seeps into your skin.

"We’re scared too" he finally says, voice barely above a whisper.

You blink up at him, throat tight.

"You?" you echo, barely believing it. "But you’ve been here forever. What could you possibly be scared of?"

Philip glances away, jaw tight. He rolls his shoulders, fingers flexing like he’s trying to shake off an ache buried deep beneath the surface.

"When it comes back," he mutters, "if it doesn’t like what you’ve done... it won’t just punish you." His voice goes lower, rougher, as he looks back at you. "It’ll punish all of us."

The words sink in like stones.

You stare at him, heart pounding in your chest. He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t need to. You already understand what he means. The trials could get worse. The punishments harsher. The Entity could stretch out its claws and twist this place into something even more brutal than before because of you.

Philip shifts, his clothes rustling as he turns away from you, like he can’t quite meet your gaze.

"But if you try to help" he says carefully, "even just a little... we’ll take the risk."

You bite the inside of your cheek, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"You’d risk making it angry?" you whisper.

Philip nods, slow and deliberate.

"For you?" he rasps. "Yes."

The fog curls tighter around your ankles, tendrils lapping at your boots like cold fingers. The realm is watching, waiting, listening. But Philip is the only thing you focus on the weight of his words, the faint tremor in his voice.

"What do you want me to do, Philip?"

His eyes darken, and he doesn’t answer right away. He lifts his weapon again, fingers curling around the handle. The metal is tarnished with blood and rust, a reminder of what he’s done, what he’s been forced to do.

"You could free us" he says eventually, voice barely a whisper. "Or you could let it continue."

He shifts, stepping back, the fog swallowing part of his figure.

"Either way," he mutters, "we’ll follow you now."

He fades into the mist with a low, distant chime of the bell, leaving you standing there with a thousand unanswered questions, the weight of an entire realm pressing down on you and a choice heavier than anything in the realm itself.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[trailingthecosmos]

Something I used to do to express gender was just listing off random things, titles, and adjectives like it was a shopping list of a sort. So I encourage all to do the same. Here is my gender list;

Debutante, bug girl, siren, doe, shaking a bloodied slab of meat in my mouth like a dog and having the blood splat everywhere, hand of madness, an interlocking and puzzling cube simultaneously and continuously moving and changing dimensional shape, star dust, Rust, Succubus, Sharp crystal points, murderous clown, purple, florida morning skies, mania and dementia, mad god, monk, demon queen, priestess, plague (both the disease(s) and character from DBD), dirty doll found in an abandoned building, forest oak, rotting/rotten/rot, decayed log but with a whole city of life regarding bugs and worms, brain in a jar, jelly fish, tentacles, Pirate, holy knight, divine entity, balance, yin and yang, blades such as swords and sickles, bo staff, pink, bows and ribbons, puppeteer, puppet with torn strings, fire flies, a swarm of flies/bees/wasps (bugs that go bzzz), bones and tar, eldritch, ribcage, roots beneath the trees, royal blue, 333, 777, 222, 555. Angel girl with black wings, mother miranda, Daniela/bela/cassandra Dimitrescu, snow white/Narissa/vivian/Faith(The wolf among us), Louise/Tina/Bob (bobs burgers), A prism of white that shines rainbow, color wheel, every color through light, white diamond/Lapis Lazuli /Sapphire/Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz/Amethyst/Sugilite/Opal(SU), Hearts 🫀♥️, brain, sinew, mortal flesh but a immortal being, experiences but never anything more than a moment in time, embarrassed sad little woman, Crows, Cats, Snakes/Reptiles, Wisp, a cloud of star dust, forged iron, Black, pearls, clouds, melted wax, lit candles, white roses, black lilies, morning glories. Genderless cryptid, mothman, la lorona, ghost, a figment, non existent but present, a paradox in design. A moral fabric in a sea of cruelty, red/poisoned apples, soft humming, lanterns, Mileena/Sindel/Scarlett(MK), torches, keys, locks/door knobs, water, air, lightning. Botany, whimsical, fruity little creature, stained glass mural, red meat, strawberry cow, blood and snow driven woman, crazy cat lady, hollowed, stoic, solemn, eery, kind, loving, orchids, instead of organs its machinery and my heart is made of a giant carved ruby that glows when i open my torso, the little mermaid, Witch, shadows, Daisies, the sun and the moon; twilight, mystical af wizard in a leaning tower casting spells in a robe and pointy hat littered with glowing stars. And finally, Planets. Planetary orbit, Saturn, Uranus(shut it.), earth, venus. Andromeda, the milky way, the asteroid belt.

WRITE UP YOUR LIST I WISH TO SEE EVERYONES!!

Pronouns: Elle/Them

(elle is french for she, pronouns in other languages sound so much prettier then whatever the english language has going on.)

[unfriendlyamazon]

dead by daylight au (wip wednesday)

got sick this weekend and was literally watching dead by daylight gameplay as asmr i've threatened this before but here's the start of my kaijou dbd au be aware this is horror i'm going all in on the violence, gore, and terror of having a big honking monster want to fuck you

Jounouchi’s sneakers barely made a sound as he crept through the tall grass. Dense fog folded over the strange landscape that twisted all around. Overturned scientific equipment flickered to life briefly, sending ghostly lights over the cracked concrete. He kept to the edges of the shadows. Sometimes, in the distance, he could see the shadow of a person, peering through the gloom and disappearing just as quickly. He listened for music, and the steadiness of his heart.

A single spotlight cut through the darkness of the tall grass. A generator, one someone had started working on. It hummed with baleful coughs of black plumes. He removed the red casing to peer at the interior. His whole body shivered as his hands worked, keeping an eye out on all sides. His hands halted when he heard a distant scream. It cut through the center of the map, with black crows bursting from the brush. Light burst in his vision, and far away he could see the shape of his friends. The scream was Anzu’s, he recognized it as soon as he heard it. Her shape hung from the low hooks that dotted the area, legs kicking the air as her weight bore down on the rusted metal. Yuugi and Honda were across the map, bent over their own generator. That made Jounouchi the closest, and as the tall shape of the killer turned his face Jounouchi’s way, he knew he was screwed.

He dropped away from the generator and ducked behind the nearest half wall. A tall shadow poured through the fog. Its shape mimicked the clean swooping curves of the crashed space station that shattered across the ground. Long spikes made broad shoulders, and the white cape that fluttered down disguised the thin black limbs underneath. Two eyes shone in the darkness, bright and blinding blue. They blinked across the landscape, and as they met him, Jounouchi burst forward. A mechanical whirr sounded behind him, and as he saw a window into the compound, he vaulted one handed over the dingy metal right as a blue flash burst towards him. It slammed against the wall to his right, and Jounouchi didn’t stop. Music blared in his air, the rapid squeal of a horror anthem, and his heartbeat was loud in his ear. The rounded corridors of the spaceship could send you in circles if you didn’t know what to look for, but Jounouchi had started to remember. Left to the bodies still trapped in hazmat suits flung across the floor. Right past the central engine that was now inert and sparking. He could hear the killer behind him, crashing against wooden pallets and firing off attacks whenever it was close enough. Jounouchi slid across a covered path and kept his momentum going straight, and too late he realized where he was. No, no, it was left instead of right. Not here. Anywhere but here.

He staggered back into the basement. There was no way out but right in front of him. Three hooks decorated the center, with loot tucked away. Here, a metal slab lay covered in an inky black goo that still squirmed. No, no, he had to get out now!

He swiveled, and stopped. The killer stood at the entranced of the basement. Tall, oh, so tall, he towered in a long sloop, arms boxed in front of him. White armor made sharp edges to his torso, with the long white leather coat hanging over feet the arched forward on short heels. His limbs were like black organic cables tied together in the facsimile of a man, connecting the armored hands like rope. The black crawled up the length of his neck, stopping short of the chin, where an almost human face grinned at Jounouchi. Blue eyes like headlights peered through green hair, and the skin was stretched over his face like a mask. His mouth pulled back, showing rows of razor teeth and a black tongue. His toes dragged forward, left arm bulging momentarily as the coils beneath shifted and rolled over each other. The arm bent jerkily, and then with a burst of energy it started forward, grabbing Jounouchi by the neck.

It felt like years ago now that Jounouchi and his friends had first seen the Cyborg crawl from the wreckage of the Kaiba Corp space station. It had landed on an island off shore of their home town, and so they took the ferry to explore. Yuugi was an avid believer in cryptids and sure they would see something strange, and how right he’d been. They’d run from the creature, and the fog had enveloped the island whole. Here, there were no days to count by, only lives lost or won. It was always night, always gloom, always oppressively penned in. After the first few deaths, the shock had worn off. They always ended up back in the same place, the campfire, where they waited for the next hunt to begin.

“Fuck you!” Jounouchi snarled, kicking his feet against the creature. He bared his teeth and shouted again, “Fuck off!”

He bit down into the strange coils that made up the Cyborg’s tendons. His teeth sunk into the sludge, and he gagged immediately on the slick oily coat, and then the burst of black oil that drenched his tongue. They Cyborg growled, and a sparking sound was the only warning Jounouchi had before electricity burst against his skin. He howled, keening back, and his body slammed onto the metal slab. His throat choked with the unnatural blood, and he groaned as he tried to roll off his side. He caught a glimpse of the creature raising a shaky armored hand to close over the black tendril that now wailed wildly in the breeze. It twisted and folded like a snake, but he managed to grasp the coil and squeeze it back to his limbs, closing his fist over it. Underneath the white, the black shadow of a body shifted like skin shouldn’t.

Jounouchi twisted off the metal slab and tried to squeeze around the Cyborg before it could catch him, and instantly a clawed hand curled at his back. He was thrown bodily back onto the slab and held there with a metal palm. Clawed fingers scraped against the blue shirt he wore, tearing at the fabric as it squeezed. He looked up, and the Cyborg was standing over him, too human face staring down at him. Electric green hair, bright spotlight eyes, and a mouth that twisted up into a smile. Jounouchi could see clearly the marking on the stiff collar: S.Kaiba.

“I can sense you,” the Cyborg said, a metallic gnarl to his voice. “Your fear, your heat, your heart.”

His claws dug deeper into Jounouchi’s skin. He sucked in a breath. Why the creature hadn’t thrown him over his shoulder and dragged him to the hook, he didn’t know, but it gave the others time. The longer he played with Jounouchi, the easier it would be for his friends.

He brought his foot up, kicking it against the Cyborg’s chin. The creature grabbed his leg and dragged him up while still keeping his chest pinned. He shifted his weight so he was completely over Jounouchi. It was all the more apparent that whatever was beneath the white armor, it wasn’t human. The coils rolled against each other, stirring where they felt Jounouchi’s heat. The nest of snakes beneath his body reached over Jounouchi’s skin.

“Something about you,” the Cyborg hissed, and his black tongue stretched past his teeth, slathing against Jounouchi’s cheek, “is so human.”

Fuck, for how skinny he looked, he was heavy. Jounouchi twisted this way and that, but he was held hard against the strange shape underneath. Coils separated from his tendons and started to reach across Jounouchi’s body. It was a curious, almost tender search. The slick oiled sensation of the tendrils made his skin shiver. They had a thick weight to them, almost cool against his sweat drenched body. His stomach flexed instinctively, and his lips shuddered as he breathed out.

“Hook me already,” Jounouchi said. “I’m caught.”

“Like a bug.” The Cyborg cackled, an electronic sound that glitched as his hand dragged down Jounouchi’s shirt. It tore at the fabric, revealing his chest.

He hadn’t seen sunlight in he didn’t know how long, and his own body seemed pale, not helped by the sheen of sweat that coated him.Ancient scars made patchworks on his skin, including the top surgery scars bright pink against his usually tanned body. The Cyborg traced the marks, and he let out another shaky breath.

“Let’s see,” the Cyborg said, still grinning, “what makes you tick.”

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Hold

I took a break from writing Xenomorph stuff and decided to play some DBD. To my surprise, I encountered a Singularity who (thanks to my username Singularity Plz <3 ) sacrificed everybody except me. Even wished me a Happy Birthday in endgame chat. It delighted me so much I couldn't stop smiling, so I wrote a fast and crappy fic but was too sleepy to actually post it.

It was written super fast under the influence of complete elation so as I said, it's no doubt crappy like literally there is no editing lol. I'll pump out better fics when I actually sit down and give myself a decent amount of time ^^

Reminder that short fics for Seven and Hux are always open!

Words: 1618

Out of all the killers you could have picked as your partner, you just had to go and choose the one that was guaranteed to give you little to no affection. Emphasis on the “no” part of that phrase. He was sure to never give you a sweet nor ardent kiss, let alone hug you properly with the limbs he constructed onto his body. Hell, he would never provide any comforting words if he miraculously tried to. It just wasn’t in his programming nor newfound awareness to show any sort of sentiment. 

But even with chances as low as yours, you really did try for his affections no matter how much of a beggar it made you seem. Thankfully nobody else was ever aware of your foolish advances. 

And foolish was how somebody may have referred to you as if they had become witness to the sight involving you and the egotistical robot you called your partner. While his grappling claw fiddled with the various buttons on the panel belonging to the cloning hub, you were seated beside him with eyes glued on his form. As you gave him your most intent stare that explored every region of his anatomy, Hux stood almost completely still with what could be considered an equally fixated stare. And he never once paid any mind to you. 

Hux never took notice of the way you watched him struggle with the machine’s panel, only being aware that your presence was in his own. If anything he made sure to push your attendance to the back of his CPU; at least that was what his inner voice tried to convince him on. And you could admittedly say that you didn’t mind it one bit, this being one of those moments where being with him was almost sufficient. 

Nonetheless you remained sitting on your crate with your eyes never tearing away from him. From the entirety that was his self-made, perfect body. A smile was present on your features whilst your chin lay on the palm of your hand that was supported by the other arm that was crossed. With how lovingly you gazed at the murderous machine, you once again thanked the Entity that no killer was in your radius to see this. Let alone a fellow survivor. 

Let alone Hux’s surveillance. 

Had the word foolish been in his vocabulary and had he been paying attention to you, you were sure he would have voiced his opinion on your pathetic ogling. But alas, he somehow did not have his eyes everywhere and did not once realize that you had now inched closer towards his figure. 

You unfolded your arms to instead place them on your lap, smile widening just a tad bit more before you took another few inches off the distance between you and him. With this new proximity you took the opportunity to glance down at his modular hook that dug into the metallic flooring of the colony ship. The robot always stood in the same exact spot every time he worked on the cloning hub, having caused a dent in the ground only visible when his hook moved from said location. 

Your eyes followed up the sharp weapon ever so slowly to admire every bit of rust, and dried blood, that coated it. Not paying much mind to those bits of his claw, your eyes resumed their trail to the rest of his limb that entangled his flesh around the machinery. Seeing as Hux still disregarded you despite your intense observing, you cleared your throat loud enough to call out to him. But the only thing to come from Hux was the whirring sounds of his machine parts moving, signaling that he had not gone into sleep mode. Meaning he intentionally was keeping his attention on the cloning hub’s screen. 

You gave another clear of your throat with a slightly faltered smile, but in no way did your sense of determination fluctuate. So you subsequently removed your hands from your lap to lift yourself off of the crate, spinning around until you were facing in the same direction as Hux. Even then he only moved his claw that continued to do Entity knows what on the hub’s panel. 

Having spun your body around, you scoot even closer towards Hux with your right hand placed on your side. And although your left one mimicked the other, this one instead slid over the crate’s surface in an inconspicuous manner. 

Finally you turned away from Hux, but you did so in a playfully unknowing way as though you never took notice of what you were doing and instead stared at the hub’s screen. Once your hand reached the edge of the crate and began to hover in the air, your fingers cautiously reached out to where you knew Hux’s claw was positioned. 

Still watching the cloning hub, your fingers bit by bit stuck together before clasping onto the hook’s back side. Perhaps not the smartest decision, but it was the only comfortable way of holding the claw without it being awkward. More awkward than it already was, at least. 

The corners of your lips shot upwards at the contact while you still looked away from Hux, even when he instantly shot a look in your direction due to somehow having felt the hold on his hook.

“What are you doing?”

At long last you returned your gaze to his form, taking your time before your eyes met with his visor’s lights.

“What was that?”

“What are you doing?” Hux repeated, never once moving a single inch. 

“I’m just sitting here.” you gave a shrug before turning away with a tightened grip on his claw. “What are you doing?”

Just like moments earlier, you were met with a deafening silence that prompted you to look back at him with your same smile. Hux, despite the lack of emotions, gave you a stare that pierced right into your soul. Or it would have if you had been any other being that didn’t know him. 

“What?” you chuckled with a new grin before your eyes fell on your hand holding his claw. “Oh! Is that bothering you?”

“Yes.”

Hux’s immediate response had honestly caught you off guard, smiling face gone and instead replaced with wide eyes that looked at the ship’s wall with lightning speed. Your hand released Hux’s claw with the same speed before your hands were returned to your lap in a shame the robot was not aware of. Crazy how a robot could mortify you like that. 

“Sorry.” you mumbled with a clear of your throat, all confidence having flown out the window. “I’ll make sure not to do that again.”

“Why not?”

Now your eyebrows furrowed at Hux’s new question, making you turn to him with a blink of your perplexed eyes. 

“You just said-”

“Your directive never was to stop.” 

For a robot, he gave really confusing signals. He claimed the holding bothered him, but here he is saying he doesn’t want it to stop. Was he lying? Was he even capable of lying?

Nevertheless you gave a sigh, not sure if it was due to a newfound consolation, before your smile returned to your face. With this new relief in you, you reached your hand out to Hux and took hold of his modular claw once more. 

“This treatment is infernal.”

“Huxlee, I don’t even know what you want at this point.” You removed your hand from him again much to his disliking, causing him to finally turn his entire body to face you with his usual stare. At this, you crossed your arms with your smile remaining visible. “You want me to let you go, you don’t want me to let you go. And then you never give me a straight answer. Just how am I supposed to keep you happy?”

“I am not capable of feeling human emotion.”

“I know that.” you chuckled. “But I also know you won’t tell me to back off after this,”

No matter how many mixed signals he gave you, this was one thing you didn’t need any indication for. After standing up to meet Hux’s eyes, you took hold of his head before planting a quick kiss on the middle of his visor. And he, like many other times, remained still while his CPU recalculated just what had happened. 

“Holding…is acceptable.” Rang out his words from his voice box, making you grin at his sudden change of words. “Do not touch the modular claw.”

Was this another mixed signal, or a sort of threat?

“Human flesh is too feeble for a weapon such as that one.”

No, it was a warning. His way of looking out for you, even if it didn’t sound like it. 

“Then what can I hold?” you tilted your head to the side before Hux mimicked your action. However, his head snapped down soon after before you followed his gaze that landed on his projectile claw. And to your surprise, he lifted it and reached out to you rather than expect you to take the limb yourself. 

Your smile returned once more before you accepted his claw and met him halfway, holding his metallic fingers which gingerly curled around your own. With each of you now facing each other, you grinned up at the robot with a giggle before speaking again. 

“Are we just going to stand here holding…hands?” you blinked with a bit of a laugh, Hux merely snapping his head back in your direction. “Or…should we go out for a walk?”

“Strolling not necessary.”

Okay…guess standing in place was what it would be until he tired of it. Which, as much as he claimed to find your affections annoying, you learned would take a good minute to happen. It was just another one of his many ways of keeping you all to himself. 

You couldn’t help but laugh and shrug the strange positioning off, not like you hadn’t dealt with stranger things throughout this relationship. 

Hm. Maybe you could take things to the next step and try to hug him.

[peachsequence]

Dead by Daylight Writing Prompts - 🎃Haddonfield 🎃

Note: Going for the vibe of DBD's isolated, lonely Haddonfield rather than the Halloween movies. Maybe I'll do the movie versions later?

porch lights glowing on empty houses

a breeze carrying the smell of decaying leaves

jack-o'-lanterns grinning with candles that never burn out

a dusty sofa pointed at a TV displaying white static

the hum of streetlights

a rusted swing set in a backyard

abandoned police cars flashed red and blue lights on an old white house

indistinct chatter from a radio

family photos with blurry faces

an untouched candy bowl with faded wrappers

dark windows overlooking the street

cracked sidewalks

a phone hanging off the hook

cobwebs gathering in the corner of a room

blood dried into the carpet

broken windows and collapsed porches

a knife resting on a kitchen counter

an open front door, a too-quiet house

large leafy hedges, perfect for hiding behind

no birds, no insects, just wind that sounds like breathing

leaves falling in the same looping pattern

something waiting in the silence, patient

[maccaronimassacre]

I thought about Dead by Daylight and how most Resident Evil characters are in it (all the popular ones). If Ethan was in Dead by Daylight (as far as I'm aware of, he's not in the game), what moves would he have? Would you be willing to make a bot where Ethan is in Dead by Daylight?

I'm still surprised they haven't done an RE:7 or 8 collab with DBD, not just because of Ethan and maybe even a survivor costume for Mia, but Jack Baker and Lady Dimitrescu as killers seems insanely marketable.

In terms of perks, I think Ethan would have more of a focus on his healing factor and survivability but not for himself but for other survivors. Unlike most horror protagonists, Ethan in both 7 and 8 doesn't look to escape, but looks to rescue and save the people around him, willing to sacrifice himself in the process to save Mia and Rose. He even goes out of his way to save others to along the way like Zoe and Elena. I think one could be that if the killer hits a survivor within a certain radius of Ethan, he takes the hit instead. 2 - when unhooking a survivor, there's a chance that that survivor will instantly be back at full health, or the same for Ethan if Ethan unhooks himself (could be a little nod to the chamber scene in Castle Dimitrescu). For his last perk it could have something to do with his block ability (keeping in mind that block/guard is a unique mechanic to Ethan in the RE universe) and could work like Dead Hard. Anyway, enough rambling, let me know what you think!

Ethan Winters x Reader

Ethan couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the shift happened. One moment, he was running through the grand, opulent halls of Castle Dimitrescu, the next, he found himself in crumbling corridors littered with broken glass and plaster. The icy chill of carved stone and gilded doors he had grown somewhat accustomed to had given way to rusted scrap heaps and junkyards. Even the campfire flames before him offered little warmth against the oppressive fog that clung to everything, whisking him from one twisted nightmare to the next. He let out a bitter laugh, tugging his jacket tighter around his body. His eyes drifted from the dim embers of the fire to the thick, rolling fog that crept along the ground, weaving through the trees like it was alive. “This is just my luck. Of course this has to happen to me.” As he watched, the mist parted for a moment, the swirling tendrils peeling away to reveal something, or rather, someone. Someone Ethan hadn’t seen before in this strange, nightmarish realm.

[hexbimbo]

DBD Autism HC |

🔥 Survivors |

Claudette Morel

Pretty much canon

Automatically assumes that people who don’t talk to her don’t like her

Info dumps about plants

Smiles awkwardly at jokes. She really does think it’s funny! She just doesn’t have the emotional range to give a proper, hearty laugh.

Clothes with sequins are a no-no.

For a long time, Baby Claudette refused to wear jeans. They’re too itchy and tight mom!

Has a difficult time keeping a hygiene routine. Doesn’t want to smell like basement goblin though. The shower is very overwhelming ( too wet, too hot in the bath, too cold when she’s done. ESPECIALLY hates putting on a robe if she’s still really wet.)

Snaps her fingers a lot when she has overwhelmed.

I don’t really picture her as having “food rules” or eating the same thing everyday. Has a problem with textures, especially early in the morning because she’s groggy.

Renato Lyra

Also pretty much canon.

May not follow the social rules but is die hard with physical, literal rules.

“C’mon Renato! It looks fun over there!”

“ But the sign says ‘do not enter’ 🧍🏽‍♂️”

The thought of committing himself to a full time- romantic relationship is very stressful to him. He enjoys his down time and wouldn’t be able to handle his partner stressing him out. (Being late, having to explain his stims and comfort objects etc)

Has a hard time eating veggies and is pretty much contispated 24-7. The textures and fluctuating taste. Wasn’t aware shitting pebbles wasn’t normal until it was brought up in conversation.

“Huh? Whaddya mean popping isnt supposed to hurt???”

Hates sweaty feet but his sandals chafe all. the. time. Plus, he hates when the sand gets in-between the shoe and his foot. If he wanted to feel the sand he would’ve gone barefoot dammit!

🔪 🩸 Killers |

Albert Wesker

I don’t think he knows

“Of course I eat the same thing everyday, Chris. It’s called discipline.”

Walked on his toes as a kid.

Gets very frustrated when his schedule gets interrupted or slightly changed. If given enough time to adjust, about a week, he’ll be okay for it.

Kinda weird but he treats Neurotypical’s like how they would Neurodivergent’s.

I don’t really head-canon his lack of empathy as an exclusively Autistic trait. I do think it goes hand in hand with his narcissism though.

When he’s not doing ✨ Science ✨ or 👹 Global Saturation👹 he lays in a dark room to destim. Maybe reads or blanks out for a bit.

Most lights are too bright for him.

When sitting or leaning on something while having a discussion/watchings something, pulls the corner of eye back. (Press it gently and gently slide the finger back.) Most people think he’s expressing boredom but he’s really not. It’s just how he stims.

Hates fidget toys. They just don’t work for him. Hates that the bubble fidget doesn’t actually pop and that the dice fidget doesn’t do anything after pressing all the buttons.

Adris

Likes running her fingers along the chain of her censer.

Eating the same food everyday like a good priest 😇

Starved for information regarding her god. Reads every book, paper, scroll she can get.

Very disciplined with her schedule. Wakes up, worships, eats, and tends to the grounds at the same time every day. Doesn’t get anxious if the Entity calls her away for a trail.

The rust of the hooks is a no-no.

Destims in her prayer room. The lighting is perfect, smells are minimal, and it’s very cozy.

Washing her bedding or clothing is tough for her. Clean, crisp bedding doesn’t feel the greatest.

Pushes through the more pungent fragrances she uses in her meditations. As a child, she’d frequently have meltdowns over mirth. She could even smell it in her quarters!

Sometimes has intrusive thoughts of removing her toes and fingers, or extra skin general. Not in a mentally ill or psychotic way, but because sometimes her fingers/toes feel “lose.”

[theancienthybrid]

Dbd killer Oc Power discription, I've rewriten this shit so many times If i find a spelling mistake I'm killing myself, Pekrs will come whenever the fuck I feel like it

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

[cantivt]

Stream over!

"Done" with Rusted Moss! Got 3 of the 4 endings. To get the fourth one I'll need to startover and skip a bunch of things. Played DBD afterwards. Sent the raid to @/ComradeBeric

twitch.tv/comradeberic

[wispvial]

they put all these licenses in dbd but they cant make the characters interact...i think leatherface and pyramid head should be rubbing some kind of rust-red spice mix onto giant hams together. industrious guys in aprons

wanting pyramid head to fuck your pussy is an easily understandable idea on the surface that is still unimaginable to me, i think occupying the same space as fucking a car or a water tower. or maybe ET the alien. i think when he opens the slot on his head to smell the air with what might be a sensory organ it exudes a sour metallic smell like a defensive caterpillar. i love you pee head and the unique ways you move your conventional human body