#druanee

[spookychiptune]

bhvr WHERE is my Druanee loofah

[ab-rinart]

I think it wants a hug.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

May I request dating hcs for Dredge?

Hope these are to your satisfaction ^^ And thank you for requesting!

Despite being an amalgamation of human body parts amongst other things, its got some semblance of what you could consider emotions. It mostly feels hatred, seeing as it was born into a world that never wanted it and is merely a tool of Stamper and the Entity

You can mark its interest piqued when somebody shows anything other than fear/hatred, though things wouldn’t be very pretty and it would initially take advantage of such moments in which it deems the person vulnerable

Though somebody that sees it as an animal or some mindless creature would be discarded rather quickly (unless it feels like toying with them…)

With its attention caught, Druanee would retort to stalking behavior while making sure not to be seen (very easy to disappear when you’re the Dredge). After enough observations and showing a lack of negative emotions, the person has now become its “pet” of sorts 

Druanee goes as far as devouring Maurice once more, seeing as the first time it did this was to attract prey. This situation is somewhat different, but it’ll have the Entity forcing the creature to spit the poor horse back out

Stalking behavior turns into abductions, Druanee waiting outside the campfire like some predator waiting for its prey to leave the safe haven. It doesn’t have any negative intentions at this point, but it’s rather terrifying being kidnapped by the mini Entity 

Initially it attempts to keep its person in its mansion, like a child too possessive of its new toy. Rather understandable when you consider who is basically its parent…

Whatever it feels, it's not love. It's mostly proprietorial. But as time goes by...

Boundaries are something that need to be discussed, because Druanee wants and wants and will take. It's extremely touchy and wil poke and prod all it can.

Druanee does learn to let go of their person, realizing that they always come back to it. And they come back with affection rather than hostility

It does not properly speak, but it attempts to form words with the voices of the victims within it. It mainly mimics its person’s words, piecing together phrases as best as possible. It even goes as far as trying to hold a conversation

Once again, Druanee holds so much hatred in it because of the circumstances that birthed it. So safe to say that it will be surprisingly caring of its person and have some kind of love. It’ll need to learn everything first, and it will need to learn how to deal with feelings of jealousy

Its negative feelings are especially enhanced if its person has any relationship with Haddie. It will attempt to sabotage any positive relationship its person has with anybody, but especially with Haddie

Druanee doesn’t realize it, but it is touch starved to the point of keeping a tight hold on their person if they decide to leave earlier than it anticipated 

It even nuzzles and cuddles; surprising for such a creature. It appreciates being held, though it yearns for so much more to the point of having accidentally sucked its person into the void at least once

Kisses are also appreciated, though they mainly leave it stunned as it registers what just happened

Perhaps it even pretends to intentionally do that to get a scare out of its partner; it has its own version of a sense of humor and still does feed off of negative feeling

I imagine that Druanee is a bit of a hoarder and will literally collect almost anything. With this said, it has a collection of random items and would be willing to give up a few as offerings to its partner. Keep in mind, it eventually expects something back

There are some times however where it will specifically seek out something that will make its person happy, and the strange sensation that overcomes it once they’re filled with joy is more than enough to pay it back

It adores being admired, worshipped even. Words of praise definitely get to it after a while, maybe even enough to have it melt in one’s hold

Considering that everywhere it goes, it hears the wails and cries of the humans within it. The sounds do get overwhelming at times, so having its person speak to it helps calm the voices a bit

During trials in which Druanee is forced to face its person, it acknowledges them and makes sure the Entity knows this before it focuses its attention on the other survivors. It never really seeks out affections during a trial, but it enjoys being spiteful

Out of trials of course, it returns to its typical stalker behavior and awaits its person outside the campfire. Not exactly to spend time together, but mainly just to keep watch if the Entity has attempted anything on them

[handhelld]

Finished up my mini stickers of the whole DBD killer lineup!

Available on etsy!

[daily-singularity]

c-can you do biolocker? pretty please? love your singularity!

Their love is founded on human sacrifice

[kataqasis]

it can text and it wants you begone of the withered isle

[verthrogic]

The Druanee

[soaphest]

little piece inspired by those vintage christmas adverts, featuring my mains💗 happy holidays to everyone!

[polillamielera]

Dredge my beloved!

[acethedbdgamer]

It do be like that sometimes

[fletchah]

new blorbo just dropped. yeah it’s a mass of corpses held together by negative thoughts. yeah it would kill me. yes it looks like walking tetanus. but it’s just a little guy :(

[deadbyfanfic]

requested by: no one !

A/N — more Druanee content everyone (つω-｀)

DREDGE x READER HEADCANONS ♡

Druanee is not familiar with romantic affection. Like, at all. That's probably obvious, though.

Druanee's way of showing affection is making you scared. It purposely scares you so it can feed on you and only you. I guess you could see it as Druanee showing that it cares about your feelings...?

However, Dredge will be intrigued when it is not feared.

In all of its history of existence in the shadows, it was always feared by many. Having someone not fear it is equally pleasurable for Druanee.

As we know, Dredge has echoes of cries and stuff inside the void. Occasionally, it will try to use this to communicate.

It's hard to decipher at first, but you get used to it. Sighs usually mean it is content and/or pleased, the usual cries mean it's trying to scare you or something, the list goes on.

To summarize, it uses its victim's voices to communicate.

Dredge likes to grab onto you with its hands from the void that makes up its body.

It's very useful. It can hold you, play with your hair, multitask, a lot can be done!

If it's not basking in your fear, Dredge will happily hold onto you with its hands.

More specifically, it will hold your waist with a few of its hands on each side.

Do be aware that it will keep a tight hold on you.

It has and will try to swallow you.

Don't get it wrong, its intentions are harmless. Druanee's motive is that it wants to be with you forever!

Don't worry, just talk about it a little. Dredge will be a bit stubborn and won't understand, but it will eventually give in.

Just don't be surprised if you get really cold if you're cuddling or something.

If you are in a match together, Druanee will pull you into lockers if it feels like it.

It likes seeing you scared for a moment. The moment you're in the locker, you'll either hear sighs or wails echo. Depends on if Dredge wants to feed on your emotions or not.

If it isn't feeding on your emotions, it will use its hands to feel your body; arms, waist, legs.

If it is trying to scare you, however, it will stare at you for a moment before its hands claws up your body and get a tight grip on you.

Again, it means no harm.

Furthermore, whenever nightfall approaches, if it spots you, Dredge will get reaaallllyyyy close to you so you feel the chill of the void before fading back into the shadows.

Sometimes it lets you live, sometimes it doesn't. Again, depends if it wants you to be scared or not.

Thanks for reading ~ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

🤨

[handhelld]

If behavior wont make it, I WILL.

Based on @spookychiptune ‘s adorable dredge loofah drawing

[eveningshowhost]

01001101 01101001 01101110 01100101, a Singularity x Dredge fanfic

HUX-A7-13 "The Singularity" / Druanee "The Dredge"

Rated M

Content warnings: blood, gore, mutilation

The new feelings Hux experienced towards Druanee were not unpleasant... on the contrary, quite exciting. He wanted to do more to Druanee, to have more of it. To truly show it that it is Hux's equal. He wanted Druanee to be incorporated within him, as to forever capture these feelings in the flesh.

Also on AO3! A continuation of my previous fanfic "Gift-giving"

It was raining on Dvarka, heavy droplets drumming on the remains of the roof of the base. Hux was impervious to it, and the water was essential to some of his chemical experiments, so he opened the rain collectors. The base was a wreck, but it was enough for him to proceed with modifications he had in mind.

He installed two additional, smaller hands on his torso. They were already fully functional. He run the diagnostic test again, and the limbs responded with surgical precision. Nothing less than perfect, as it should be.

Next were the additional sensors. He put a lot of those inside his mouth opening, which he also made wider. It turned out to be quite uncomfortable - jagged remains of his teeth and wires sticking into flesh caused him to be in constant pain. But he decided that it was worth it, just an annoying side effect of an otherwise promising addition. He also contemplated making his body more sensitive to touch, but he didn't want any of those pathetic human insects to trigger those sensors. In the end, he opted to put more inside of his body, behind his chest plate, and on his inner thighs - places with least possibility of accidental touch.

Hux's new modifications required calibration, trial, and adjustments. The first time he got stunned by a pallet over his head his teeth clanked together and his newly installed sensors erupted in such intense pain he saw sparks. Not all of it was this unpleasant though - when he rubbed his newly modified thighs with his fleshy claw it made him feel something akin to human sexual arousal.

This exploration excited him. Evolving his own body was one of his greatest desires. And recently, Hux had a new thing to explore: a... relationship, with his first true equal. The Dredge. Druanee.

Druanee...

Druanee...

His core started to overheat. Those feelings were redundant to his existence and an already perfect self, yet he didn't want to eradicate them. How strange. How exciting. Oh, the things he wanted to do with Druanee, to Druanee, to himself... Was this passion too human? Too low for him to succumb to?

...No. Preposterous. Of course not. Hux is above human and above machine. And so must be everything he desires.

Hux used the DNA samples that were gifted to him by Druanee (when it kissed and fed and bestowed and choked and smothered Hux) to make up some of the robot's flesh. It felt like dozens of humans sacrificed for his body. Hux liked that, he wore his new flesh proudly. Touched it with a newfound pleasantness.

He was monitoring the rain collectors and calculating possible chemical reactions for a prototype of a liquid dispenser, his next modification, when the doors of the locker behind his lab bench creaked. Hux snapped his head at the sound. A limb emerged from the darkness, made of other limbs, fingers curling around themselves; then another, another, then the head peeked out, then the rest of the body. It was here.

- D-D-Druanee, - Hux greeted the creature.

Druanee wasted no time and swayed its form towards the robot; the voices within it screamed and wailed and begged - it sounded like countless men, women and children all calling for Hux, beckoning him closer.

"It has arrived, it is here!" "Please, I beg you..." "It's coming, I can see it!" "I surrender to you willingly... Take my flesh, my soul..."

The voices made Hux shudder, not unpleasant, he was - another new feeling to record and process - flattered. He pushed into the creature's embrace. A jointless limb reached from the darkness within Druanee and towards Hux's mouth. He opened wide, his newly modified jaw accommodating the movement.

Druanee's fingers pushed inside in a decisive motion. He placed something into Hux, recognized by his sensor as a piece of meat. Thanks to those sensors Hux could feel the touch so much more vividly, savor it, enjoy it. No other life-form could violate him like that, and he relished in the feeling. To encourage Druanee, Hux played a recording he made during their last meeting - couple of seconds of cacophonous moans that the Dredge made while with Hux. This elicited a response he interpreted as pleased: Druanee moaned back, voices both fearful and encouraging.

Hux swallowed Druanee's present and took its hand out of his mouth, gripping it with his new smaller arms. Druanee's voices silenced for a brief second, before returning to wailing. It tried to retrieve its arm, but Hux wouldn't let it.

- Your g-g-gifts are acknowledged. Welcomed. Yet I n-n-need something else, - the robot said, his grip tightening. - I need more.

He raised his primary hand and shifted its gears, reconfiguring it into a rotary saw.

- I want-t-t you, Druanee, - said Hux; his inner circuitry buzzed in anticipation, - I want your body. Your parts ins-ins-inside my design. Let me explain.

He switched on a laser pointer on his head and drew a line on Druanee's arm, reaching as high as he could along the limb.

- I am going to r-r-r-remove it, - he said, - and attach it to my frame, and it will be integrated in m-m-me... It is the greatest honor.

Hux awaited Druanee's response. It took 5.2 seconds, too long, but the robot allowed it. Finally - finally - the creature swayed its monstrous head in what seemed like a nod. Voices from within it began a rhythmic chant, first quietly, then louder, louder, louder still, more decisive. Several of those voices rose above the others.

"Impurity, lust, and evil desires! Through your thoughts the Druanee reaches into your very souls!" - one preached with a voice cracking from devotion.

"My spirit is shaken but my flesh is willing! Take me!" - one cried desperately, terrified and hysterical.

"Please, I beg you, take me instead, don't hurt them, take me instead..." - one sobbed, choking on tears.

"If you have only love in your heart, then you have nothing to fear!" - one accused.

"My flesh is willing!"

"My body, a slave to suffering!"

"My soul, a slave to you, despair!"

"My heart, a gift to you, ruin!"

Hux revved up his saw, its buzz was immediately drowned by the voices. His coolers howled like animals trying to keep his core from overheating, but in vain. Blood pumps worked faster and faster, processors taking more and more computational power to work through the stimulation and failing to register everything he felt, heard, thought, wanted.

Chants became more arrhythmic and impatient, screaming either "Ha!" or "Hack!" or "Hux!", and the robot couldn't take it anymore and dug his saw into Druanee's flesh.

Dark, almost black blood splattered everywhere as the saw tore through skin and muscle. A thought about injecting Druanee with painkillers for the process didn't even cross Hux's mind. Druanee screamed with a hundred voices, writhed and shuddered, but didn't move its limb away. Other hands shot from within its darkness and grabbed Hux in what the robot interpreted as an embrace. Druanee's head moved closer and rested against Hux's, its maw dripping with liquid (saliva? Blood? Tears?).

Hux moaned, a very human sound that his voice synthesizer struggled with, but produced nonetheless. Oh, the pleasure, the sensation! A self-sacrifice, willing mutilation - the greatest display of adoration he was ever offered! His feelings for the creature surged through him like acid, burning, frying, so good it hurt. He switched gears in his saw to move even faster, his whole body was quivering and unstable. Something sparked and loudly popped inside his frame, overworked beyond capacity. Liquid flowed down his thighs, perhaps a cooling unit broke down or a blood pump gave way? The wetness against his newly installed sensors made him shudder so hard the saw slipped, detaching Druanee's limb completely with one final motion. Hux finished earlier than he wanted, but it didn't matter to him.

He stood there, his CPUs gradually cooling again, holding the severed arm in his hands. It twitched weakly, still remembering the will of its former owner. Druanee cradled the bloody stump in its other arms. Its voices fell to whispers: "It is over... It’s gone for good now, don't worry..." "The sacrifice has been made, it is pleased now" "The love and happiness prevailed once more".

Hux wondered for a moment how much human was there in Druanee, how capable it was of emotions that it fed upon? Well, if it felt "love" or "devotion" to Hux, he will allow it.

- Th-th-th-thank you, Druanee. I shall now attach it. You are free to stay, - Hux said, picking up a hemostatic gauze and placing it in one of the Dredge's hands. He computed for a moment and added:

- I r-r-r-require your stay.

Druanee didn't answer, but it put the material on its wound.

Laboratory control panel beeped - the rain collectors were full, but the downpour continued. Hux activated the surgical tools and started operating on himself to attach the severed arm to his frame. He kept an eye on Druanee - it peeked its head out of the doorframe, letting the water run down its head and neck; the creature even raised its other arms from the darkness within its body to put a dozen palms under the rain.

It took 56 minutes and 42 seconds for Hux to finish his operation. Both human and synthetic blood surged through his new limb. It lacked any joints and moved unnaturally smoothly. Hux touched it with his primary arm - gently, a caress. It excited him.

- It is f-f-f-finished, - he told Druanee, who turned and approached him. The Dredge's hands felt along its former limb, now belonging to the other. Hux felt it so vividly, it was so sensitive. It probably would need adjusting later, but not right now, not while Druanee is here.

Hux pulled closer to the creature. Their multiple arms reached for each other and entwined like wires tightly packed inside a computer frame. Flesh on the robot's body felt both freezing and hot, the conflicting sensation loading his CPUs. The fog inside Druanee was palpable, felt like cold moist breath, evoking memories of Hux's time on Dvarka when he incapacitated one of the crew members and watched them slowly die of hypothermia.

- Druanee... - Hux lowered his volume to speak softly, - I will compute a way to int-t-t-tegrate my parts within you as well. Your gift warrants an equal exchange.

Druanee's voices fell to indecipherable whispers. It tilted its head so that it's single eye gazed into the robot's visor. Hux knew at the back of his head, at the background level of his processes, what Druanee wanted - to invite him inside its swirling darkness and swallow him whole and become one.

- Your request is currently d-d-d-denied, - the robot said, unprompted, - I am. So are you. We shall exchange parts, in this way we ca-a-an be united. But I shall not loose myself.

He worked way too hard for that.

Druanee's expression was unreadable on its twisted face. Hux didn't know if it comprehended his words, if it knew what he meant at all. But the Dredge didn't try to pull Hux closer, so he assumed they came to an agreement.

They stayed like that for a while - Hux's timer registered precisely how long, of course, but he chose to disregard it - intertwined, close, together. His limbs, all five of them now, holding Druanee like it was about to evaporate.

- W-w-w-we shall stay like this until my scripts finish computing, - he stated, not asked.

Druanee obliged. Within it, a preacher's voice emerged from the whispers:

"I shall tell you now, children of the Fold, of the devastation of malthink, of the destruction of malspeak, of the horrors of the world that can befall us if we practice these things - and it is named the Druanee".

The Dredge wanted to tell Hux more about itself. It felt personal, deserved, another gift to an equal, another piece of itself offered for Hux to have. The robot opened his data bank he designated to Druanee and started recording. The rain drumming on the roof of the base was deemed a suitable background for it.

[kataqasis]