#dbd escaped!au

[angelbinder]

what the harmful bug!?!1

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This is an updated post on the AU account by Welcome home I decided to update the post every week on Fridays!

Here are all the social networks of the author and their ay!

(Tik Tok):

Rainbow Factory Wally: @dodozoi17

Lovesick Wally: @halohelene

Opposite Wally: @livelaughloveandersen

Creyscale Wally: @sweetestrosiebee

Red wally: @licoricecookie1

Mirror wally: @horrortheory01

Coroline Wally: @kylee_dottavioartist

Priest wally: @littlesweets34

Butcher Wally: @littlesweets34

Actor Wally: @frillsand

Homesick Wally: @nameko_nick

Ss!wally: @aku_sunshin3

Royalty Wally: @neonross_

Fallen Wally: @kimuarts

So below wally: @sobelowwallydarling

Space Wally: @mits_the_simp1

Flower bed: @majorkro

Assumption Wally: @bud_lor

60-x Wally: @tonyr3ed_tt

Wally Wonka: @deaddeerdarling

Zombie apocalypse Wally: @rrosebud333

Watcher Wally: @deadlyeyez

Skater Wally: @pickledplumzz

Siren Wally: @zoomie_zoomloll

Highschool Wally: @muffinturner

Beach town Wally: @pinksugarberry

Music universe: @erica.vikcy

Phantom Wally: @asterine_bean

Final!act Wally: @daylightgenesis

Observer Wally: @neonross_

Warley Wally: @blueymagicalkawaii

Reverse Wally: @cookiedoughcd

Ghost Wally: @m0th_gh0st

Daycare! Wally: @darkfluffydragon

Reaper Wally: @h0llyn0vaberry

Sweet n Jam Wally: @problepatic_blue

Lurk Wally: @donttouchdachild_

Apple blossom Wally: @astarlightsend

Metal Wally: @by_baby60

Punk Wally: @cartoon_loonatic

Photographer: @era_artx

Cafe Wally: @mocha_fern

sundowner syndrome Wally: @gutturalcarnivore

Mafia Wally: @brightkillerx3_prztx

Celestial Wally: @bubblegumbaby11_

Grimoire Wally: @starberries13

Psycho murder Wally: @kittysxrlmw

Parallel Wally: @parallel_au

Stargazer Wally: @ender_kinggs

Aviary Wally: @seiless_

Geno Wally: @sabrandomdraws

Hyper Wally: @kii_the_artist

Steampunk Wally: @rqgreyy

Schizophrenic Wally: @gyn3th

Apple Wally: @itskorrychang

Sweet Dreams: @wildspirit456

Escape the studio Wally: @thelazyangel456

Colloid Wally: @anonyjakashi

Eternal Dream Wally: @theextraidioz

Rockstar Wally: @tv_gvy

Glamrock Wally: @silly13r

God Wally: @sweetcoffee_

Silent Home Wally: @just_call_me_em_

Singer Wally: @ityart

WH Stage On Wally: @imjade381

Nightmare Dolls Wally: @yamicat144

The Dark Wally: @luigisbf

Apple Blood Wally: @javadoodle404

Omori Wally: @bm0ooo0

Ajolote Wally: @cossette_b

Ending Cycle: @manda.aarts

Pop star Wally: @sophia_lefeld_art

Skater Wally: @centiphantomhive08

Rui Wally; @im_suddenly_edgy

Police Wally: @localarsonist07

(Tumblr):

Pokémon Wally: @partycoffin

Mod Wally: @Clownsuu

Emo Wally: @Clownsuu

Ena Wally: @Eechytooru

Toymaker Wally: @wifumakervl

Playfellow Workshop Wally: @chez-cinnamon

Animated Puppetry Wally: @mandasarts

Finfolk Wally: @aerkame

Demon Wally: @infohazardouz

Overboard Wally: @echoentities

Muppets Wally: @somethingsomething-bear

Killer Wally: @itskorrychang

Big Apple Wally: @flippantfoe

Cupid Wally: @fetusmeme

Candy Land Wally: @shishimintyarts

Self-Aware Swap Wally: @anonymous-paperbag

Midnight Mass Wally: @vamlentvair

Sky Wally: @kyletheodred

Heart of glass: @starryofthy

McDonald's Wally: @yunjinerd

Tailor Wally: @shroomycattiktok

Circus Wally: @nonomives

Animatronic Wally: @kyletheodred

Creator Wally: @bloodrediscream

Doodle Wally: @bloodrediscream

Haunted house Wally: @kamigui

Jazzercise Wally: @itskorrychang

Jousick Wally: @professorjake

(Twitter):

DBD! Wally: @j_demi_creates

Fresh Wally: @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA

Observer Wally: @neonross

Plugue! Wally: @vividg4l4ctica

Faceless Wally: @Angeladrewlol

Infected Wally: @Suketchi

Swan wally: @deadlyeyez_

SCP Wally: @dottavioartist

Fading memories Wally: @BlueTokomon

Cult of love: @NummyPumpkin

Homesnax: @KnifeRat

Faceless Wally:@Angeladrewlol

[ask-dbd-wh-au]

DBD AU Welcome Home Reference Sheets + Facts

Wally and Y/N are the only two currently trapped in the Entity's realm!

The Neighborhood! Currently Unaware of Wally's whereabouts and is assumed missing/dead, they have no idea about the entity at all nor know who Y/N is.

Fun Facts About DBD (Dead by Daylight) AU Wally:

He was captured by the entity and is one of the many made to kill to feed the entity unwillingly

He obeys the entity in hopes of one day returning home/to his friends

The further the match goes on the more his hair starts to fall down out of his pompadour

Whenever he's seen crying black ink its majority of the time him mourning what he's lost and/or missing his friends/Home

Sometimes when he's alone he mutters to himself either about his friends, echoing convos he used to have w/ them, or is talkin to 'them' despite no one bein there

He hums Beautiful Dreamer to himself, almost like a comfort to distract himself from the reality of things

His hums work a lot like the Huntress

His eyes are always wide open, rarely lidded/relaxed

The entity absorbed itself partially into Wally's body and only bursts out in the back to make the claws to travel

The claws Wally can mostly control, the tendrils/tentacles is entirely the entity and he has absolute no control over them

The claws are entirely inspired by the same ones that covers gens and forms on hooks so think of them as relatively the same

Whenever Wally resists the Entity he feels intense pain throughout his whole body bc of the entity

Wally has only most control in the claws bc if he stays still/refuse to chase the Entity will take control and force Wally to go after survivors again; In a way the Entity is like a puppeteer if Wally disobeys, it takes control of his movements until he does what it wants again

Wally isn't willingly killing anyone, he does so because of the entity and the empty promise that obeying means he'll return home one day

Wally disassociates often bc of having to kill and sometimes hallucinates audio and visually

There's no true way for Wally to see/reunite with his friends unless he finally escapes the entity or the entity kidnaps them to become a survivor

The others don't know where Wally has gone, Home is the most distressed about this with Barnaby being a close second

The AU works with the theory/concept that WH exists in like a pocket universe where all the puppets are actually alive however Wally is the only one with a puppet in the real world/human world that he can actually control and such + is the only one aware of the real world outside of Home who only knows because Wally confided to him about it

DBD! Wally's Mori:

FAQ About the DBD AU

Q: What is DBD? A: Its an abbreviation for dead by daylight, what's dead by daylight? Its a game, google can go more in depth about it more than I can!

Q: Will any of your aus be made into ai chat bots? A: No. My boundaries have been breached a million times over on this so anyone mentioning anything about ai bots will get blocked.

Q: Is DBD Wally a spider? A: No, he had no bug like influence. Wally was inspired by the Entity claws from the actual game and Doc Oc from Spiderman/Spiderverse.I have a huge bug/arachnophobia so no, he is not a spider

[airbendertendou]

high ♡ frank morrison

soulmate au where you reincarnate until you meet / stay with your soulmate.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; heavy song mention, you can decide what song it is ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how legion looks is up to you! ; dbd lore could b inaccurate

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

Your surroundings were new ; unfamiliar as your eyes flutter open. You’re on your back, staring at the cloudless sky as the summer heat hits you from every summer. You twist awkwardly, your elbows hitting the ground and lifting you onto your knees as you still, eyeing the area that surrounds you. Heated air smacks against you again — this summer was brutal.

You pause — it was summer, wasn’t it?

“Hey, newbie!” A voice barely below a whisper is targeted at you. Turning, you see a person with a beanie covering turquoise colored hair. They rush your way, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with them to a giant machine. “No time to explain. Just put your hands near this — a generator — and they’ll do the rest. Careful of sparks.”

You do as they say, watching as their body tensed. Finally, she introduced herself quietly when she deemed the coast was clear. You clear your throat, “[Name]. Where are we?”

“Coldwind Farm.” The generator clicks and whirs as Nea pauses, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “Really cranked the heat up this time.”

The generator sputters to life, a light clicking on above you and exposing you to everything nearby. Nea cusses under her breath, rising to her feet quickly and rushing away from the loud machinery. You follow after her cluelessly, bumping into her back when she stops abruptly. Nea frowns, “we need to go separate ways now.”

“But—”

“Go fix another generator,” calloused hands fall onto your shoulders. Nea squeezes reassuringly and her face switches to something else — someone else. You blink and she’s back to normal, looking around you both cautiously. “If your heartbeat begins to pick up, get away.”

She’s gone without another word and you find yourself standing there, alone and vulnerable.

Shuffling awkwardly, you hustle along a barn, eyeing the field in front of you warily. Letting out a long breath, you take a chance and sprint into the field. Nea told you to work on generators, but you felt safer out of plain view. Crouching down, you hide your face in your knees and simply sit there.

A scream echoes around you and you flinch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. The field sways from side to side as something  — someone, maybe — drifts through it. Another scream hits — two more beams of light, showing more generators were done.

Nea would be angry when she found out you did nothing to help. But your head was aching, scrambled with new thoughts and images of the past you couldn’t forget. Someone drifts by you again and you make yourself smaller, frown on your lips as you fight a whimper. You were so confused — so lost and tattered as more thoughts piled into your mind.

All too soon, the sound of your heartbeat began to pick up. Deciding to actually listen to Nea’s advice, you pause. No sound of movement is heard over the thumps of your heart — coast is clear. Jumping up from the field, you turn and book it, only to run straight into a body. 

Pink hair is falling out of a hood, knife poised and ready to strike. The faceless mask seemingly stares at you for a minute, their arm falling until the knife clutters from their hand. A sharp intake, and then the sound of your name, muttered softly from behind the mask.

A ground shaking noise is heard, the killer cursing and grabbing at their knife frantically as you make your escape. A blond is ushering people through a giant door, a bulletproof vest over his chest. His stern face drops at the sight of you, eyes widening as he watches you quicken your pace.

“Shit. Nea was right.” He follows behind you, putting his hands on your back as you pause. “Keep goin’, newbie. We’re almost home.”

Home. Home sounded so nice right now. You race into the shining light at the end of the hallway, ignoring your name as it’s called frantically behind you.

——♡——

The campfire in front of you was not home. There are too many names — too many new faces from either side of you. Nea is across the fire from you ; the man from before sat beside you. Leon is looking over you questioningly, blue eyes surveying your trembling hands and wide eyes.

“There’s not a new killer. So, why—”

“Not that we’ve seen.”

Laurie rolls her eyes, continuing as if she wasn’t just interrupted. “It doesn’t make any sense to just get a survivor, that’s all.”

An older man hums, also eyeing you. Despite the warmth of the fire in front of you, a cold chill has seeped into your being. You shiver and let out a breath — you swear you can see it fog up in front of you. “Could be late, the killer. Make us comfortable and off guard, only for a new killer to show up.”

“I,” you lick your lips. The campsite grows silent as they wait for you to speak. “The one before. Who was that?”

“They call themselves Legion.” Leon is the one who lets you know. He tilts his head, “four of ‘em, I think.” His eyes travel across you again, “seemed to know you.”

“What does that mean?” Laurie speaks up again. Her eyes narrow in your direction, focusing on the way you tense up. Her gaze flicks back to Leon, “it’s a little late for their survivor to appear.”

“Called out [name] as we were leaving.” He bites his lip, attention drifting across the fire before it’s back. Leon looks down, but watches you from the corner of his eye. “Wanted to talk to you desperately.” 

You shake your head before he can say anything else. You look to Laurie’s glaring figure then down as you clasp your hands together. “I don’t know anyone with pink hai—”

A giggle echoes in your mind, spiraling in your thoughts. Her face is so clear in your mind — perfectly structured and grinning as she giggles with three others. Just as quick as the thought comes, though, it vanishes.

As if it never happened.

Fog takes over Leon and Laurie, saving you from any further questions. A chill runs through you and you shrink in on yourself, arms wrapping around your torso helplessly. Mindless chatter is scattered around the campfire — it feels warm, safe here, but you miss the sight of home.

Nea plops down beside you with a huff, new fingerless gloves covering her hands. She tugs them farther up her wrist at your gaze, clenching her hands together as she tries to get used to them. “A gift. You get one if you perform well ; if you’re entertaining enough.”

“Newbie!” is called from across the campfire. The man has a heavy accent as he speaks, an arrogant grin on his face as he waves. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

That’s something you do remember Leon mentioning — the loss of memories. The longer you stayed, the foggier and more distant they became. You dreaded the day that would happen — your mind was scrambled enough.

You hum, picking at your nails nervously. Everyone’s attention is on you again — anxiety crawls up your throat. “A song. I was listening to music.”

A girl with golden hair grins, looking up from the guitar she's tuning. "What kind? I could try playing it for you."

Nodding, your eyes squint as you think of the song you remember hearing. It was so engrained in your mind — so planted into your memories that it was the one thing you could never forget. As you begin to hum quietly, Quentin perks up from across the fire. He lifts an eyebrow, "old school, huh?"

Kate nods along to the silent beat, trying her best to mimic the sound you make. She pauses, ear turned towards you as she continues. You stop abruptly and her eyes snap open. "That's all I remember."

"No words?" Nancy tilts her head.

You shrug, the corner of your mouth tilting up helplessly. "No words." Not yet, at least.

——♡——

Ghostface was your favorite killer. Which would sound strange in different circumstances — but dying daily, hourly, you were bound to get used to it eventually. He liked the chase — liked to skip and giggle and sing as he sauntered after you.

That's why you don't mind playing bait for him. He liked new survivors — only here for a few weeks [that you tried to keep up with] meant you still had newbie status. Currently, a game of hide and seek was occuring — you peeked from the side of a building when Ghostafce wasn't looking, and he'd lift up from behind the bush as he chose to giggle at you.

It made you smile — the way you could act silly in the middle of a murder spree.

Springwood always welcomed you at midnight, the moon and hazed streetlights your only source of light. As you tip-toe — Ghostie was on your trail, of course — the air swoops through. It sends a chill through you — like you're back in the snowy mountains of... somewhere.

A slam to your head sends you sprawling on the ground. Ghostface stops, his knife poised as you blink deliriously. Feng grimaces, "oops."

When your eyes blink open, you're staring at a mountain view. The tops are saturated with snow, hued a light blue and white. The door creaks open, a disgruntled figure coming into view. Their nose is scrunched as a steaming mug is headed your way.

"Here's your stupid hot cocoa."

"How stupid can it be when you have a cup, too?" You find yourself asking. Like this conversation was memorized — like this had all happened before. Your hands curl around the mug, cozying up in the bed you know isn't yours. "Why are you so grumpy today anyways?"

"Julie," they grumble. They huff, sitting beside you, as close as they could without causing a blush to form. "Won't leave me alone about new songs or her guitar or you."

Me? you want to say. But, you remember the answer you always got. 'She's sure we're soulmates — me and her. Doesn't want any of us to get hurt.'

Sweet and selfish — yeah, that was Julie.

You set your drink on the nightstand closest to you, warmed hands falling on their own. "Frank—"

Frank, your Frank. Frank, Frank, Frank. You remembered his name now — you wouldn't forget it again.

He sighs, laying his head on your shoulder. "It's me and you, I know it. It has to be."

"What if Julie's right, though?" You wrap your arm around his shoulers — you always liked being close to him, touching in the smallest bit when you could. "About us not being soulmates? We could have someone else out there."

"I don't want anyone but you."

A distraction. Frank always needed a distraction of some sort or else he'd get mad. When Frank got mad, he exploded. Something he was wokring on — something you helped him with. You jiggle your shoulder until he sits up. "Play me something."

His light beige acoustic guitar stands against the wall. Julie's lilac one is set on his desk, half of the strings missing. Another thing that points them at being perfect together — another thing that separates you. Frank sighs, his eyes pointing to the ceiling in annoyance. [He's too giddy to play for you, wanting your praise and your eyes on him only.]

Clearing his throat, Frank adjusts himself comfortably. You grab your mug, sipping on the chocolate now that it'd cooled down. His eyes narrow, “you tell anyone I sung this for you—”

“I won’t, promise!” You say it through laughter, but keep your promise regardless. The guitar strums and Franks hushed, soft voice drifts into the room. You sway in your seat, your eyes closing in comfort.

When they snap open, Ghostface is staring down at you once more. He tilts his head and you let out a gasp. "Words. I remember words."

As quickly as you can, you have Kate play the melody once more. You sing along as best as you can, the memories clearer than ever. Quentin yawns as he bops his head, the words leaving his mouth in mumbles. Leon hums your song as he works on generators, Meg speaking the words as she gets chased.

Soon, the entire camp is singing a song only you remember. And then Ghostface sings it one night while at the killer's camp.

His back is slammed into a tree, a smaller body pining him there. He raises his hands in innocence. A knife is held to his throat, "where did you hear that?"

He can't even squeak out your name before she's pulled off of him. Pink hair falls from a hood as Susie holds her friend back. Whispers of I told you! echo around the woods before they go silent.

Julie lets out a sigh, "let's hope Frank doesn't find out about this."

——♡——

The air is cold as the fog releases you from its grasp. You wish you had a thicker coat, wish you could sip on that stupid hot cocoa you keep thinking of. Quinten nods as he passes you, almost slipping from the icy ground. Your breath surrounds you in a fog as you tip-toe to a generator further away.

Steve kneels beside you to rewire the generator, huffing as his body wracks through a shiver. "Hate this place."

"I like it," you say absentmindedly. It was cold, of course, but something about the lodge in the distance seemed welcoming — familiar. Your mouth lifts into a smile, "could be cozy up there."

He snorts, "and be in the mercy of whatever Legion member is lurking? Be my guest."

Somehow, that's exactly where you find yourself. Crunching through the snow, you stare up at the barren walls. There should be paper there — pieces of ripped and weathered signs that scream missing on every inch. Signs that you stared at until your skin wrinkled and you forgot them again.

The fireplace crackles as you walk through the front door. Warmth should cover you, should comfort you, but the feeling of loss and dread crawls up your throat like nausea. You gulp — Steve was right, I shouldn't be here.

Yun-jin screams outside — she sounds close, but your feet are glued to the floor. Hurried steps crunch under the window closest to you — you only stare. Looking back is a picture of four people — five when you wipe away the dust. Staring back is a picture of you.

You don't acknowledge the tears that cloud up your eyes when the door creaks open. Heavy, booted feet inch closer to you achingly slow, your heartbeat picking up in fear. Quentin yells your name from the window and the footsteps pause.

Your body is jerked around, teary eyes facing your supposed killer of the day. The mask makes you jolt, the tattoos peeking through causing your tears to turn into sobs. The knife shakes in his hands before it falls to the floor, useless. His mask is ripped from his face, heaving breaths the only thing in the room.

As the world goes dark, your sobs grow louder.

Your head is in someone's lap as you slowly regain consciousness. You feel like you're floating — like the game you've been forced to play has been put on pause. Blinking your eyes open, you see Frank peering down at you. His eyes are rimmed red, a teardrop falling from the tip of his nose and to your cheek.

He lets out a shaky sigh, "I never wanted you to be here."

You swallow, your chest suddenly tight and your throat dry. "I thought of you," you say. Frank's chest heaves with a sob he doesn't allow to escape. "Every day. Every decade. You were the face I would dream of, but couldn't name."

Frank almost cradles you to his chest as he cries. You rub his back as well as you can, shushing him as he hiccups. When he releases you, he helps you sit up slowly. Finally face to face with him, all thoughts leave your mind. Your hand raises absentmindedly, tracing the scar you once memorized.

Frank lets out another sigh, trembling as you stare at him. "You shouldn't be here. You're too good for a place like this."

"Where are we, anyways?" Your eyebrows furrow as you take in your surroundings. Like the lodge, it's warm and familiar. You grow even more confused. "Your room? Why?"

"Dunno," he shrugs. You're gathered back into his hold, one hand settled between your shoulder blades. "Don't care."

The room around you seems to rumble at his words. You wince, meeting his eyes with a small grin. "Don't think we have long, Frank."

His shoulders sag at the sound of you saying his name. Laying his forehead on your shoulder, he takes in a deep breath. "I knew it — knew Julie was wrong. We are soulmates — we have to be."

You pull away from him briefly, lips pursed in thought. "And now you have to kill me."

"No." Frank is adament —sure in his statement. "Not you. Not ever."

The room rumbles again and you grin. "Guess she knows that, too."

——♡——

idk how satisfied i am w this one but after sitting in my drafts half done for a year, it’s finished !!

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[dusical-moodle]

heyaaa just saw your puppyshipping DBD AU, and made me so so happy that I started to think of my own version, too (kinky and very fucked up bc it's dbd hello) ajhshjfd hope it's not a problem for you!

But also I want to know more of this if you have more to share!!!!

We need more ygo x dbd crossovers or AUs aaaa

hhhhhHHHIIIIIII!!!! YES, PLEASE JOIN ME IN DBD PUPPYSHIPPING POSTING, IM ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR ALLYS!

i actually have a story thought out for the dbd au thats a little too bloated to spell out here but i'd be happy to talk your ear off in dms or even bounce around ideas for your own au!

well i suppose i ought to give you at least a little more info since you sent an ask soo bravely ToT

- in this au most of the yugioh characters are meeting for the first time in the fog

- joey and kaiba are an exception as they were actually in a relationship before the entity took them both away

- when they were taken away it was in the middle of a big dispute which ended in a deep vengeance brewing in kaiba and joey extremely burdened with his own demons

- kaiba becomes more and more dragony as time passes in the fog, which makes the chances of them reconciling and escaping the entitys realm together grow slimmer every day

that is all for now, ofc my au has its fair share of kinky moments but hfjsjdjak its also very story based. i'd love to chat more

[erenxfrieda]

tw: flowerfang, some mentions of holofang and betermiles, antis/minors dni

sooo, dbd au x flowerfang?? where Mil3s in teams with survivors, boy is really such a scared and clumsy mess at first, blowing gens every time, leaving other Spideys sighting and rolling their times when they see him, cuz they ALL know

whenever this boy is there probably some killers coming after him, first was Pr0wler, then The Sp0t and... this creepy massive man, most of the killers already towering over Mil3s, but the guy from 2099 is actually huge, some killers sometimes trying to be stealthy, while M1guel is such a beast

Mil3s' heart always beats faster even if the killer from 2099 is like more than 15 meters away! and M1les really tried to be helpful to other survivors, he even became trained enough to run around pallets and buildings for long enough to keep killers away more than 10 seconds !

he made this bully Migu3l eat pallets a few times one match and even escaped! Beter was so proud of Mil3s 😼😼 probably because he was the only man in team who believed in this boy, teached him everything, heal yourself and others, repairing gens, where the hatch is...

while M1guel was so pissed, biting his own talons till it bleeds, barking at other killers when it is the free time and most time being alone in his own place and only somehow managing to calm down when his lovely sweet AI is around (Mi should be grateful cuz Ly!a is the only one who manages to make this big guy more relaxed and not tense after intense matches)

M1guel was always like ‘I'm totally gonna get his ass next match’ and Ly!a would be like ‘yeah, you sure will, Miggy’ (he lost already 3 times in a row)

some day, 2099 probably gonna corner this little spidey when Beter will be too far away and busy with something , like being on the damn hook and slowly bleeding there and he's actually helpless, Mil3s is all alone now, what is he going even do ?

[streaminn]

For the Streamer Enid au I know some multiplayer horror games they could play

- Identity V and Dead by Daylight are quite similar, 4 against 1, survivors vs a hunter or a killer in dbd, where they have to escape to win, or in the case of the hunter/killer they have to catch them to win.

-Secret Neighbor, in this one you are a boy breaking into his neighbor's house basically, in multiplayer mode one is chosen at random to be the neighbor and catch the rest who try open the basement, basically among us

-And there are always the zombie ones like left 4 dead

:D Have a good day :D

Owshi hello weakdan, I really didn't know where the games come from but thank you!

Idt they'd ever play on stream but they would definitely play together :)

If they ever play dead by daylight, you bet Wednesday is quietly stalking Enid as she goes and tries to fix the generators. A lot of "WILLA PLEASE IM SO CLOSE HDKADUHWWHAAA-"

[spooky-hey]

Michael and laurie sibling relationship. How is it going in dbd world?

Consider that Entity "stole" them from the end of the second movie. Remember the moment when they were running around the back room and Laurie was running for the elevator? To me, that's where they disappeared, having entered the world of the Entity at that time. They remain brother and sister, Michael continues his hunt, only Saman's whispers have been replaced by Entity's whispers. The Clawed Old Lady knows how to manipulate.

But yes, Laurie and Michael are sister and brother. Very special, strange, but siblings nonetheless.

Michael senses perfectly how much Laurie is changing and how good her survival skills have become. Laurie sees Michael getting stronger each time and killing more, faster.

His brother has become an incredible hunter, his sister has become the strongest survivor.

Their fights are what Essence loves most.

They are not inferior to each other in strength, agility. And Laurie never survives those fights, but she's the only reason everyone else escapes. She is the best tool against her own brother. From a small and intimidated chrysalis, she has become a true alloy of steel.

They are literally made to "be together." Michael is interested in his obsession, he HAS to kill his sister. Laurie MUST save the others because she has lost all of her friends to her brother in life.

Of course, you can think of a million different AU to this, especially the ones where they're brother and sister in a normal relationship and Michael can't raise his hand to Laurie, for which Entity punishes him. Michael takes his pain out on the other survivors, and Laurie can't do anything about it.

And some pictures of my cat. Because I can afford it. Look how funny and silly he is. :3

[fluffallamaful]

Finally managed to write all this out and process all the thoughts

SO!

An au idea is the DSMP is in the Dead By Daylight universe. Quick summery of DbD is there are killers and survivors and one killer hunts down 4 survivors in each match. And all killers and survivors are in a purgatory dimension controlled by something called the Entity. So even when survivors are caught and killed they wake up alive for the next match and the cycle repeats again and again.

For the AU ideas! I think the Gods could be killers since most killers are not human like but there could be a mix. Now it could just be the standard au and it would be angst comfort tickles. Like between rounds survivors comforting each other with tickles or (since some of the killers in DbD are forced to kill) the killers giving apology tickles after the matches.

OR! It’s like DbD except instead of killing it’s tickling. So the lers/killers chase down the lees/survivors and tickle them silly till they tap out and ends either if the lees escape or the ler gets all the lees to tap out. And maybe if the lees all escape then they’re allowed to tickle the ler as a reward.

coven coven coven my beautiful wonderful patient owl 💗💓💛🧡💚💚💜💜💜💛 so like manhunt but with the gods as the hunters 🥺

my first thought is to think about how each of the sibling gods would be as hunters 🤔 i’m assuming that they don’t have god powers for this? i vaguely remembering you suggesting this? so they’re only left with their ability to manually chase and track down dream team

(more belowww):

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this is awfully fun coz it means the gods would have to actually collect items and do human things. it’s funny imagining 4K trying to fit through crevices to find iron, and also just them attempting to work together in general. coz they’d all have different techniques for catching right?

i feel like DreamXD would be the type to just see any of the dream team and just sprint at them. like absolutely charge at them, no tact or anything. it takes him a while to realise just how loud his footsteps are, as well as the benefits for sneaking up on mortals. i can imagine the chase/hunt would bring out a terrifying side of XD, like as though a switch flips in his brain, giving him an intense hunger for tickles 😅

GeorgeHD would be far more subtle in his approaches, and much more teasy and gentle with his tickles. he’s so sneaky, and also very quiet yet quick. my immediate thought is that one scene of scar from lion king hehe

like he just watches a chase go down and positions himself into the path of the scampering dream team. only issue is that he gets tired and bored so easily. he requires lots of persuading to continue playing as the hunter,, which is what 4K is good for:

Sapnap4K has infinite optimism, as well as an adoration for trickery. he’d be the type of hunter that the dream team would be able to reason with, such as trading off each others hiding spots to escape a tickly attack from him. i can also imagine him tickling the other gods to keep the enthusiasm up. XD’s resilience would be quick to fall without his powers, and HD is bound to lose interest at some point

manhunt aus are so much fun 🥺 i could rant for ever coz like, the other cool part is that the dream team would also have to be working together. but as you can imagine they’d all have different plans in mind. i can easily imagine dream continuously moving too fast and making rash decisions that sap and gogs can’t keep up with

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[hungerun]

i wanna explain/slap down some descs of my diff verses and aus, so. uh. yeah! * heiress au : after a failed escape attempt by her father, mamiko fujioka grows up residing on the maw, instead of the mainlands. under the lady’s care, she is raised as the ship’s heiress: it’s something the girl has been prepared for her entire life, but.

whether her mother is ready to hand over the torch, is another thing completely. plus, mamiko has been slowly uncovering more and more about the maw, about what really goes on there, and, well. * dbd au : in the 1920s, tragedy struck in tsuruoka, japan. an orphanage, housing many children under the care of a headmistress, was the site of a brutal massacre. one night, under the dark of the new moon, many children were killed in their beds, and the building set ablaze. there were no survivors, and the headmistress, nor her body, were ever found.

ninety-eight years later, two runaway kids stumble upon the remnants of the burned down building, hidden deep in the woods. as the night was stormy, rain coming down in blinding sheets, they decided to take shelter in the building and wait for the storm to pass. these children were never seen again. six, been taken by the entity, is now a participant in something known as ‘the trials’ in the entity’s realm. there, she has to fight tooth and nail to survive, escaping killers the best she can while repairing generators and make it out alive. again and again shes forced to take part, but, determined as ever, she knows that, one day, she’ll escape these games for good.

* twdg au : a resident of a group home prior to the appearance of walkers, six and her best friend, mono, remained there with other kids and social workers when the world fell apart. they were safe there, all things considered, until a group of raiders happened upon their hideaway. due to the actions of the raiders, a horde washed over the group home, as a result, six was bitten. thankfully, it was discovered that six was immune to the bite -- at least, partially. she keeps ahold of herself, though at times she falls into fits of insatiable hunger, much like a walker. despite this, mono stays by her side: after all, they are best friends. the two of them now travel together searching for a place to call home.

* bioshock au : katsumi fujioka, (stage name, ‘the lady of the sea’) was a socialite in rapture, working closely with sander cohen, being a long time friend, and student of his, she worked in his nightclubs as a performer – and she was considered the best of the best. however, like most of the city, she slowly developed an addiction to adam, using it to keep herself beautiful and to upkeep her talents, refusing to give up the spotlight no matter the cost. despite knowing, at least in part, the horrors that awaited a child within those orphanage walls, her growing need for adam eventually led her to trade her young daughter, mamiko fujioka, for a steady supply of the stuff she craved. the girl was quickly placed in the little sister program, and eventually became one of the children rescued by a rebelled dr. tenebraum, who managed to mostly reverse the procedure. but, something went wrong with mamiko.

while yes, it reversed any physical effects, and stopped any adam production from occurring; mamiko’s body couldn’t seem to understand the loss. because of this, she suffers fits of hunger where her body attempts to replace the adam that it no longer creates, causing massive cravings. since then mamiko has been living within tenebraum’s safehouse along with the other rescued children, as the doctor tries to find something to rid her of her unfortunate complication. and, where they stay, holed up; she, along with a handful of the other children, act as scouts of sorts for the safehouse. taking a numbered nickname as they go out to look for supplies to help sustain the group, helping rescue more children still trapped within the program, etc etc.

* lady of the maw au : after braving the horrors of the maw and defeating the lady, consuming her power, six finds herself over -whelmed with the memories that wash over her, revealing the truth of the maw, her family, and all the horrors that come with it. exhausted from everything that she faced, from the fact that her father tried so hard to save her from this fate and failed, six no longer has the fight left in her to turn her back on what seems to be the only path left. instead of forging on, creating her own fate, she takes over as the ruler of the maw.

[lobselvith]

Okay two aus I've been meaning to figure out I have vague ideas while I'm at work

Main Au (aka outside of silent hill): wandering deity / angel / whatever you wish to call them with unknown goals. Drawn to areas of high trauma, injury, damage (being tied to healing and resurrection, but also retribution to some extent). Whether his appearance means help or harm is difficult to tell. Aka basically it's just Valtiel if they and the other holy figures were not tied to the town. Their abilities and appearance remains the same, but used for other reasons.

DBD Au: I have two different ones. Either dbd valtiel is more of a mimic valtiel made by the entity in order to keep some certain individuals in check, or Valtiel was dragged in and they are dissatisfied with this fact. Unable to find immediate escape but showing no true allegiance to the Entity (its not of his kin after all). They are fickle with whether they show passive aid (or very rarely, direct) aid to survivors or killers.

[vermillioncrown]

What if ZYX was reincarnated as Madame Mo? Would they feel obligated to let MXY bullying go on?

my first reaction was "lol no what?"

but yeah, the unspoken point you've made... "let MXY bullying go on to drive him to ritualistically bring WWX back to life?"

hm

so this is the thing. it's not like mxy was born after wwx dies. but being so far removed from cultivation politics... it's probably like watching a horrible freeway accident occur in slow motion.

from the other side of the partition.

what happens to mxy is cruel. really really cruel. and i don't want to make specific statements on zyx's capacity for cruelty (that or lack thereof will come with later dbd chapters).

but the generality of things is (and i think what i've written over dbd and au's) is that zyx is a happy (unhappy?) medium between impulse and calculation. i'd rank things in terms of immediacy as: instinct -> tactical -> strategic

and zyx is a tactical person (whether or not other people see it from their povs is not up to them). they overthink and are deliberate, but it's very much a present situation thing. future considerations are left vague and accounted for in that manner (like kalman filtering if you know statistics + control theory)

(honestly if you know those two subjects why have you not called me out for butchering them in dbd yet???)

and that type of consideration... tends to work out. min-max effort for results. at least, irl and i haven't been disproven yet lol

(also also in that type of board game, i do very well. not good with impulse, but also not good at long-term big brain gambits. good at momentary lightbulb moments)

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bringing it back to mme mo: the long-term play of psychologically destroying this kid for sacrifice is. uhh. i don't think zyx could do it. perhaps if it was for a duration of up to a year, the immediate results would let them justify it.

but years. years. near a decade. the results would be too far off for z!mme mo to imagine, to understand, and to stomach. if they commit, this is the au where zyx drinks heavily to take their mind off of what they're doing (in lieu of modern day escapism or distractions)

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long-term planning on another method of bringing back wwx?

that's easier to think about. idk what it says about my morality that z!mme mo would have an easier time helping mxy rethink the ritual to sacrifice a third party rather than self-sacrifice

i don't think it's good, but i'm being honest about how survival-mode zyx would think.

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wait. as mme mo, z!mme mo has no stakes in the cultivation realm. in fact, jgy as chief cultivator has been only beneficial towards mundane society.

wwx means nothing to z!mme mo. lwj means nothing.

prime directive: just raise mxy right. make sure their actual kid isn't a shithead, either. the fact that mme mo basically ran the household makes it easier to carve out a nice little second life (indicative that mme mo likely had decent prospects growing up and prob doesn't want for much). nhs can hang himself

[reyofluke-ocs]

Randomly started writing a DBD AU for Matilda... should I continue or just write snippets for my own enjoyment?

Was it stupid for her to walk home? Absolutely. Matilda had no doubt she was going to be in for an earful when it was found out. But really, what was she supposed to do? Mom, Dad, and Uncle Chris were all out of country and today was one of Sherry's longer days of back-to-back classes. Aunt Jill was also out in the field with Uncle Chris, and where her uncle went, Wolf Hound Squad followed. So the very short list of people pre approved and trusted to pick her up were unavailable.

Her teacher likely would have given her a ride, but Matilda wanted to be a normal pre-teen for once. Walk home from school, maybe take some public transportation. She knew why her family was so adamant about her safety, but what could really happen?

As she walked towards the bus stop, she noticed it started to become hazy around her - almost like a dark fog.

Speak of the devil, she thought, immediately pivoting to try and escape. Just her luck the one time she breaks her parents rules, she ends up walking into a probable B.O.W. situation.

Whatever this was, it was quick. It surrounded her and she burst into a full on sprint, doing her best to breathe through her shirt. Then again, maybe this infected people through the skin - who the hell knew with these things.

Her legs began to burn but she pressed on. The fog-like substance had obscured everything, and she had no idea where she was running.

A faint glow broke through the fog, shining like a homing beacon. She forced herself to go faster. She had no idea how long she had been running. Couldn't be more than 10 minutes, but it felt like it had been hours.

It was… a fire? A campfire?

What the hell?! She thought, briefly considering trying to pivot in another direction. But this was the first break in the fog she since she had noticed it surrounding her. It would at least allow her to catch her breathe and form a plan. Maybe see if she could get through to someone, as long as the areas weren't too remote. Hell, she could probably call Miss Hunnigun's number that her dad made her memorize for situations like this.

Clinging to the brief foundation of a plan, Matilda managed to keep up her pace until suddenly the strange fog broke. She couldn't be more than a hundred or so feet from the campfire and the only sign of the fog was at her back.

The area was unfamiliar, but that wasn't surprising with how large D.C. was. While she caught her breath, the girl took note of her surroundings.

Other than the frantic beating of her heart and the crackling of the fire, it was silent. So she was right about her first assumption being a clearing of some sort, likely in some forest. At least she knew she was probably on the outskirts of the city.

Digging her phone out of her pocket, her heart sank to her feet at the 'no signal' that greeted her.

"No, no, no, no," she muttered, holding it up and beginning to walk around on the slim chance she was able to get a signal. No luck. "Fuck!"

If her parents heard her swear, she would probably be grounded, but it felt appropriate considering her circumstances.

"Now what?"

The various lessons and drills from her dad and uncle trickled into her mind. Stay in place unless you are in immediate danger. Try to contact someone. Find something you can use as a weapon. Go along with their demands if you have to. Be smart; not impulsive. Improvise if you have to.

Granted, those were more for a kidnapping situation, not running from a B.O.W to a random forest but she would make it work.

It was at this moment she realized that the campfire was abandoned with no one seemingly in sight. Who left a fire burning in the woods? And it was clearly a campfire or bonfire of some sort and not an arson attempt. Maybe they just left to get more wood or were hunting?

Part of her wanted to call out, but the same part of her that sounded like a combination of her dad, Uncle Chris and Aunt Jill warned her to remain cautious. So instead, she began to investigate.

Nothing. A couple logs that were likely for seating, but that was it. No camping gear, nothing to indicate whoever set the fire was likely to be back.

Matilda felt her hand twitch, wanting to pull out the pocket knife her family insisted she always have on her. But it was at home since the school didn't allow any sort of weapons and she would immediately have been busted by the scanner.

There was faint rustling from somewhere in the surrounding woods. It grew louder as the person or creature drew closer.

Adrenaline broke through her exhaustion and she bolted into the woods in the opposite direction, looking for some place she could hide.

A fallen tree looked like her best bet. The girl scrambled over it and crouched.

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum, ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum. Her heart was hammering so fast Matilda was sure it was audible in the otherwise quiet forest. How it hadn't broken her ribcage yet she didn't know.

The person or creature clearly was giving chase, though they slowed down as they re-entered the woods. From the cadence she realized it must be a person of some sort.

"Hey, it's okay," a soft, feminine voice called out, almost drowned out by her beating heart. "We're not going to hurt you, I promise."

"We just want to make sure you're okay." A male voice this time, quiet and somewhat hoarse, like it wasn't used often.

"We know how confusing this must be, so tell you what: we'll be by the fire and you can come out whenever you feel comfortable, okay? I promise you're sage with us though."

The two footsteps retreated. Matilda stayed crouched, feeling her legs begin to cramp from the exertion and sudden forced stillness. Still, she refused to move, letting her heart rate return to normal.

The people seemed friendly enough, but that didn't mean anything.

She weighed her options. Stay here, hope they leave, and remain oblivious? Or leave and maybe get some answers?

Mind racing, she finally settled on a third option - a compromise between the two. She would go back to the clearing with the fire to try and get answers, but she would stay at the edge where she could easily bolt if the need arose.

Wincing and half stumbling from the cramping, Matilda headed back to the clearing.

The two people were clearly adults - maybe only slightly younger than her parents, if she has to guess. The woman who has spoken first was wearing glasses, had dark skin, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The man with her looked to be of Asian descent and honestly like someone she would expect to find in the middle of nowhere - perfectly at home surrounded by woods.

She couldn't get a read on the man's face, but the woman's eyes went wide as she gasped at the sight of Matilda.

"Oh, sweetie…" she said. "How old are you?"

Immediately she felt herself shifting into a position where she could run, cramps and tiredness be damned.

"What does it matter?" She replied somewhat defensively.

The man reached out and put a hand on the woman's shoulder. An unspoken conversation passed between them before he spoke. "What's the last thing you remember?"

That… sounded ominous. "I was walking home from school. This dark fog came out of nowhere and I ran. Do you know of any area where I might get service or find a phone to call someone?"

The two adults had an unspoken conversation again. Uneasiness began to pool in Matilda's stomach. Something was not right, not right at all.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I promise this isn't a trick or a trap, okay?" The woman finally said, her voice full of empathy and a hint of sadness, though she tried to mask the latter. "You can't contact anyone. This place… it's a separate dimension, kind of. The fog acts as some sort of transportation - "

"Once you're here, you can't leave," the man interrupted. "We'd know; we're one of the ones that have been here the longest."

Matilda blinked. She wanted to call bullshit - even with a family history like hers, this was too much sci-fi - but both adults seemed sincere. So either they were batshit insane... or they were telling the truth.

"Why?"

"Honestly? No idea. It's a game, we think, to the Entity - the 'god' of this realm. Bring us here, throw us into trials, watch us suffer."

Trials?

"It's… easier to show than explain." The man looked almost pained at saying that. From what little context she had, Matilda had a feeling these trials were not fun. "Basically, four of us get chosen randomly and we have to repair these generators while not getting caught or sacrificed by a killer."

This was too crazy. Maybe whatever the B.O.W. the fog was had hallucinogenic properties and this was all some horrible nightmare, like Scarecrow from the Batman comics?

But then where did the two adults come from? How did she even come up with them, as she had never seen them before in her life.

"... you said four, but there's only me and you guys."

"There's a lot more of us! Not too far away, actually. I came out here to find some more plants when we saw we had a new person at the campfire, so we came to introduce ourselves and explain things. We weren't expecting you to be so young though! Maybe the Entity made a mistake?"

The woman sounded so hopeful with that last bit.

"Oh! I'm sorry; I'm Claudette, and this is Jake."

"... Matilda."

"It's nice to meet you, Matilda. Feel free to ask us anything on the way, okay?" Claudette said, giving the girl a soft smile.

She wanted so badly for this to be some horrible nightmare - to just take off and run until she was somehow able to escape. But Claudette's presence grounded her. The woman seemed too sweet to be part of some elaborate hoax.

The trio ventured into the woods, Matilda somewhat hesitantly trailing behind. Her legs screamed in protest and she found herself stumbling, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.

"Easy there," Jake's voice murmured. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "Just exhausted. I thought I was I'm pretty good shape but… I don't know how long I was running for."

Suddenly she was being lifted up bridal style into Jake's arms. Before she could protest, Claudette spoke up.

"I should be able to make something back at the camp that will help with that! For now though, it would be easier if you let Jake carry you the rest of the way."

With Matilda being carried, the journey was quicker. Some time later, the endless forest gave way to a series of ramshackle buildings, another campfire directly in the middle of the haphazard circle.

"They're back! With a new face too."

The yell came from another woman, also an adult. Her wavy blonde hair lit up gold in the firelight. She was very pretty, Matilda couldn't help but notice - the kind of pretty she always envied.

The woman's words were like a beacon. Suddenly the area was swarmed with activity, people - all who looked like adults or late teens, she noticed - pouring out from the ramshackle buildings.

Jake set her down by the fire while Claudette headed off, likely to get whatever it was she said might help Matilda. The commotion seemed to slowly come to a halt as the gathered group noticed the girl.

Once again, she felt unease begin to grow. Either this was a cult situation or Claudette was telling the truth. But neither explained why everyone was just… staring at her, with a variety of emotions. Mostly horror and shock.

"What the hell is a kid doing here?!"

The speaker was gruff, and masculine, but she didn't take time to try and identify who the voice belonged to.

Because she had just spotted a some very familiar figures in the crowd. Yeah, the strange fog had hallucinogenic properties, she decided. Because it was impossible. No way was she seeing what she thought she was.

"Mom? Dad? Uncle Chris?!"

[ask-dbd-wh-au]

When Y/n dies, do they come back to life somehow in order to help Wally? I noticed that Y/n seems to remember hugging Wally and then dying. Is it possible that they just keep coming back because they're needed for something? Or is it just how that universe works until they "reach the end"? (the end being saving Wally) Or is just by sheer force of will that they keep coming back?

I apologize if this question is strange, I love this AU, despite not knowing anything about Dead By Daylight and I'd love to learn more!

*cracks knuckles*

Alrighty, so let me explain a few things ‘cause many questions like these are easily answerable if you know or have played DBD before! It's understandable if you aren't familiar with the game that this au is based on to be confused or lost about these aspects of its world. So! Let me do a rough summary of how the world of Dead by Daylight (the game) works and its lore!

So, the world that our darling Y/N and Wally find themselves in is neither earth nor the neighborhood that Wally comes from, it's a realm entirely created by the Entity. The Entity is an eldritch, world/reality destroying, horror that captures survivors and killers from various universes and realities to play into its twisted games to feed off their emotions, in a sense.

Many consider it like an Emotion Vampire, it feeds on fear, desperation, rage, hope, anger, and other intense emotions.(Which is why it never allows Wally any comfort or happiness, he’s supposed to be a killer invoking terror on the survivors, not the sad lil meow meow he actually is) When a killer or a survivor becomes numb and hollow of all emotions their soul is all consumed by the Entity and it replaces them with a new victim that its captured.

With that in mind, the way the Entity has these games (or also known as trials) is incredibly integral to how the Entity feeds. These hunts and deaths you see Y/N get chased and killed in are all a part of Trials the Entity creates using worlds it has consumed before as the stage.

Each trial has 4 survivors trying to fix 5 generators so they can power up an exit gate to “escape”. This is how the Entity feeds off hope, survivors think they are escaping the nightmare that is the Entity but in actuality they are just brought back to the campfire just to go into yet another trial all over again, an endless cycle. Opposing the survivors are the killers that the Entity has captured and brought to its realm to bring out these intense emotions from survivors, some killers are more willing than others… and some… well, they learn to obey the Entity one way or another.

The killers hunt and murder the survivors and the survivors try their damndest to try and escape and that cycle repeats over and over and over again until they are emotionless husks, the Entity constantly consuming from them the whole way through. In reality, no survivors remember what happens between trials and campfires, the Entity typically wipes clean their memory so they come in like fresh juiceboxes most of the time.

However, Y/N has always had a habit of writing things down to remember small things. Now that they are in the Entitys realm, they utilized their notebooks to help retain their memories through entries of their past experiences, its the only reason why they remember past trials at all.

So TLDR: Y/N keeps coming back from death because the entity is not done feeding off them.

(on another note as well: Y/N doesnt always face Wally, it's random who you get put with each time in a Trial which is why Y/N struggled to find Wally again so much. Just as Y/N doesn’t always face against Wally, Wally doesnt always wind up in trials with Y/N and is left to his struggles with the entity alone)

Also campfires are basically a respawn point all damage you got from Trials will go away and you basically reset and your memories wiped. Y/N's notebook is incredibly essential to helping retain their memories.

I will say I'm not exactly the best at explaining things but things like google and lore videos on youtube can go even more in-depth about the lore of DBD and how the world works!

Hope this helps and thank you greatly for the ask! I love talking about DBD since its a game I love to play and its lore has always been interesting to me!

-Demi💙

[hungerun-a]

i wanna explain/slap down some descs of my diff verses and aus, so. uh. yeah!

* heiress au : after a failed escape attempt by her father, mamiko fujioka grows up residing on the maw, instead of the mainlands. under the lady’s care, she is raised as the ship’s heiress: it’s something the girl has been prepared for her entire life, but. whether her mother is ready to hand over the torch, is another thing completely. plus, mamiko has been slowly uncovering more and more about the maw, about what really goes on there, and, well.

* dbd au : in the 1920s, tragedy struck in tsuruoka, japan. an orphanage, housing many children under the care of a headmistress, was the site of a brutal massacre. one night, under the dark of the new moon, many children were killed in their beds, and the building set ablaze. there were no survivors, and the headmistress, nor her body, were ever found. ninety-eight years later, two runaway kids stumble upon the remnants of the burned down building, hidden deep in the woods. as the night was stormy, rain coming down in blinding sheets, they decided to take shelter in the building and wait for the storm to pass. these children were never seen again. six, been taken by the entity, is now a participant in something known as ‘the trials’ in the entity’s realm. there, she has to fight tooth and nail to survive, escaping killers the best she can while repairing generators and make it out alive. again and again shes forced to take part, but, determined as ever, she knows that, one day, she’ll escape these games for good.

* twdg au : a resident of a group home prior to the appearance of walkers, six and her best friend, mono, remained there with other kids and social workers when the world fell apart. they were safe there, all things considered, until a group of raiders happened upon their hideaway. due to the actions of the raiders, a horde washed over the group home, as a result, six was bitten.

thankfully, it was discovered that six was immune to the bite -- at least, partially. she keeps ahold of herself, though at times she falls into fits of insatiable hunger, much like a walker. despite this, mono stays by her side: after all, they are best friends. the two of them now travel together searching for a place to call home.

* bioshock au : katsumi fujioka, (stage name, ‘the lady of the sea’) was a socialite in rapture, working closely with sander cohen, being a long time friend, and student of his, she worked in his nightclubs as a performer – and she was considered the best of the best. however, like most of the city, she slowly developed an addiction to adam, using it to keep herself beautiful and to upkeep her talents, refusing to give up the spotlight no matter the cost. despite knowing, at least in part, the horrors that awaited a child within those orphanage walls, her growing need for adam eventually led her to trade her young daughter, mamiko fujioka, for a steady supply of the stuff she craved.

the girl was quickly placed in the little sister program, and eventually became one of the children rescued by a rebelled dr. tenebraum, who managed to mostly reverse the procedure. but, something went wrong with mamiko in particular. while yes, it reversed any physical effects, and stopped any adam production from occurring; mamiko’s body couldn’t seem to understand the loss. because of this, she suffers fits of hunger where her body attempts to replace the adam that it no longer creates, causing massive cravings.

since then mamiko has been living within tenebraum’s safehouse along with the other rescued children, as the doctor tries to find something to rid her of her unfortunate complication. where they stay, holed up; she, along with a handful of the other children, act as scouts of sorts for the safehouse. taking a numbered nickname as they go out to look for supplies to help sustain the group, helping rescue more children still trapped within the program, etc etc.

[sakuramidnight15]

Dark Hunt (Twisted Wonderland AU)

The graves are now moving, the fog is going thicker and wider as it continues to spread. When the sun sets as the full moon rises, they appear on the run in these strange dimensions, enter their land as a group or alone, and then never return alive or return dead...

Their faces aren't even seen but they only called by their posted names on the 'Wanted Kill' posters and their identities remain hidden forever... As any blood spills, the ones who enter this fog can either pass away or be forever lost with no way out...

But rare chances... That these wanted hunters would guide lost ones back to where they came from... But it was only a mere rumor... or that's what others just thought...

For the wanted but unseen hunters, they can blend in with others undetected from others by daylight, but they can return to the giant blanket of the fog unseen as night-time begins to falls...

Not everything is fine that way...

At least that's only for them to know either way...

It's either for evil v.s. evil...

Or for an ally to an ally...

A never-ending war when midnight strikes...

Survive at its final word...

(Morefully a horror fantasy mixed with DBD AU XD)

Warning: Mentions of Gore, Paranormal, Murder, Kidnapping, and More. Best to Beware.

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Name of the Location: The Lost Marshlands

According to the lost legends, many incidents in the past took place in these foggy woods, apparently no body knows if anyone survived one night in these woods...

Needless to say... The thick blanket of fog that surrounds the whole entire forest had never even left...

Not even once...

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The Wanted Hunters List:

Chizuko: Known as 'Carmen'.

(A girl adorned of black and red, all believed she's a true mysterious beauty of a red diabolical possession...)

Tatsuo: Known as 'Azure'.

(A boy dressed of black and blue, many of the women would fall down if they received a possessed blue jeweled gift...)

Haruki: Known as 'Code'.

(A strange technologic but failed experiment... It appears to roam around looking half-human but silent...)

Sasuke: Known as 'Digit'.

(Another of the failed technologist experiment... The only thing you heard is the sound of him humming...)

Lynette: Known as 'Blossom'.

(A mysterious sacrificial bride, or known to turn into a necrophile bride... All white from head to toe is all what they see from her...)

Kiara: Known as 'Melody'.

(Beneath the murky waters, a sad but hypnotizing song will entered for those who approaches her lake...)

Amelia: Known as 'Hawk'.

(She roams the area armed with an bow and arrows which they fade into the sky after a shot was been secured...)

Haru: Known as 'Whisp'.

(He sounds a like typical ghost... But he sounds more alive and killed to others though...)

Rosabel: Known as 'Poppy'.

(A wandering little red flower either exploring or luring others, but keeps appearing from one place to another...)

Chiharu: Known as 'Rabbit'.

(Many can hear her singing a soft lullaby or humming in this forest... With the additional sounds of the large axe...)

Miyoko: Known as 'Raven'.

(She's either seen flying at the sky or seen on the ground with a flock of dead birds...)

Daphne: Known as 'Time'.

(The sound of the old clock keeps ticking for her... But the bell it has never rings a sound...)

Nerine: Known as 'Opera'.

(Her voice felt that she was on stage... However there's no one who wanted to be her audience...)

Freya: Known as 'Meteor'.

(Decided to hide herself in the shadows and refuse to leave... Many could have seen her wings which they were almost burned...)

Yaeko: Known as 'Fortune'.

(To those who have her blessing gift... It might not last long to escape her keen eyes...)

Akio: Known as 'Fuel'.

(From one earthquake to another... He does this to keep his anger in full-check while many tall trees starts to fall...)

Cynthia: Known as 'Glacier'.

(Almost gems are treasure for riches... Many of these gems may became a trap for many for greed...)

Saburou: Known as 'Toxic'.

(You're hearing sounds of soft snoring... But the smell around him might give you a fast drowsy feeling...)

Hibiki: Known as 'Sniper'.

(Russling from bush to bush sounds like a small animal, but a sound of a gun bullet might break the silence...)

Quinn: Known as 'Seek'.

(The feeling of being watched or monitored... Mixed with a never-ending pressure to endure...)

Marleigh: Known as 'Lust'.

(She's already someone you can't even look away... But the last thing is the high-pitch screams of agony...)

Fuyuhiko: Known as 'Noise'.

(Near of an ocean... Notice the water ripples? Cause it's a brainwashing effect to be heard for even one listen...)

Whitney: Known as 'Device'.

(A small but creative yet useful objects are always found on the ground... But the owner will always find and get them back...)

Manase: Known as 'Vine'.

(Most of the plants are dying... Some plants are getting a rebirth of growing endlessly...)

Sienna: Known as 'Viperine'.

(Many has seen a silhouette of a elegant woman... But don't you dare to even gaze at her eyes for one second...)

Elijah: Known as 'Recharge'.

(The storm can come especially when being reported to spread the word... One struck of lightning is enough to regain his energy...)

Naoki: Known as 'Judge'.

(Between the lines is justice or injustice... But his hands are known for either right or wrong plans for many...)

Yuzuki: Known as 'Frost'.

(As the blizzard continue to spread on the grounds... Due expect to see someone with a wolverine's blade...)

Irelyn: Known as 'Snow'.

(As the soft ice continues to fall down... Due to see a girl laying on the tree truck with ice in-hand...)

Aimi: Known as 'Charm'.

(She's no simple temple maiden for blessings... For her cursed-tailed charms are far worse than a witch...)

Jovanni: Known as 'Target'.

(The sounds of the sewing machine would be heard for about a minute... But beware to find a corpse with sewed stitching...)

Doremi: Known as 'Splater'.

(At any time you're near the water or far from the land... Many kept hearing the sound of splashing or stabbing below...)

Izumi: Known as 'Slumber'.

(The peaceful sound of someone sleeping... But why is there two shadows instead of one body they carried...)

Chouka: Known as 'Butterfly'.

(Many has seen her as the elegant sword dancer... But her sword is never clean at the end of the performance...)

Sayoko: Known as 'Investigation'

(Justice will always be served tenfold, however the pressure continues if you look direct at her eyes...)

Khamari: Known as 'Dreamscape'

(Sleep well within your bed, however no dream will come whenever he's above your pillow...)

Celestine: Known as 'Doll'.

(A lot of her dolls were found lying on the ground... However one was brought to life to bring prey to her work...)

Arianna: Known as 'Tigress'.

(She runs around the block as if she was making something to wear... Though most of her stained materials are particularly patched...)

Valencia: Known as 'Voice'.

(Harmonic and free, this music would be heard near the shore... Many would feel the taste of an aura through her lyrics...)

Sylvie: Known as 'Scent'.

(The scent of her flowers are spread throughout the field... Though many smell the scent of an eternal slumber...)

Felicity: Known as 'Flame'.

(Many had noticed someone dancing through those massive flames... Although she may be the only one standing...)

Westyn: Known as 'Planner'.

(What a mysterious person... But he seems to know the twisted fates of the ones who wander from here...)

Harper: Known as 'Rose'.

(Elegant red petals kept flying through the wind... Beware the thorns that kept growing beneath them...)

Noelle: Known as 'Daughter'.

(She's only seen once in these woods... Although she's kept mumbling about her 'real' family non-stop...)

Sonia: Known as 'Song'.

(Such a lovely tune filled throughout the silence noise... But her heart may never be healed till the end...)

Souta: Known as 'Clock'.

(A great tower of time has always continue to move it's hands... Although the second hand and the twelve number are missing...)

Keisuke: Known as 'Musician'.

(The strumming of the harp brings heaven to a women's ears... Till a crowd would keep following him and never return...)

Aine: Known as 'Sun'.

(A saintess who shines brightly for others... As many should obey and never mistreated her or else...)

Achlys: Known as 'Moon'.

(A lord who guides as the last for others... As all of the army would start decreasing till the last one is receives none...)

Casimir: Known as 'Boss'.

(A ruthless manager... For those do not follow what was written on paper may get what's coming...)

Cattleya: Known as 'Starlette'.

(As the spotlight hits her on stage... She's the only one who can step into the spotlight without a single fail...)

Dorothea: Known as 'Dealer'.

(This one offers many deals... Do think twice on it before rolling the dice on the floor...)

Geoffrey: Known as 'Instructor'.

(He turns beginners to amateurs... Though many couldn't handle his teachings any longer as the spotlight hits them...)

Hiromi: Known as 'Predetor'

(Throughout silence be on full alert... The spilt second is becoming a full dinner plate without a single stab...)

Toshihiro: Known as 'Sugarcane.'

(Creates delicious sweets that looked breath taking to devour... But this costs a stomach to explode after one bite...)

Shirrira: Known as 'Willow'.

(There's floating blue flames appearing one by one... Though you have wandered off immediately with no turning back...)

Nocturne: Known as 'Shadow'.

(Beneath the depts of these woods may always to spread... There's darkness within every light and dark...)

Othenio: Known as 'Flight'.

(Ones pair of wings would brought eternal freedom... Some are to be their one and only downfall...)

Sunako: Known as 'Bingeater'.

(These red spider lilies would always appears whenever she's around... Though many has heard the sound of endless bites and chewing...)

Alzir: Known as 'Guider'.

(Many has seen his silhouette through the silent trees... But somehow he guides anyone to the middle of nowhere...)

Castiel: Known as 'Ivory'

(Known for his gun of hunting of impurities... Although what he sees is considered to be one of them...)

Deangelo: Known as 'Ebony'

(His swordsmanship skills can bring a better day... But they were never clean after one shed...)

Fenella: Known as 'Bonder'

(She absolutely refused to be one of them ultimate rules... Till she had became bonded with the forsaken tables instead...)

Ismene: Known as 'Destiny'

(A young girl who had disobeyed had created a new path to make would cost her herself to be through onto the road...)

Mireille: Known as 'Crybaby'

(She's purely imperfect, unstabled, and insane... She's is madness if you dare laugh at her way...)

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I added some OCs who BIOs aren't posted yet. So do expect some updates on this.

So yup! They'll come out soon!

Anyways! I had fun making this dark AU!