#peepaw caleb

[the-oracles-maw]

macushla

Playing cards with the Deathslinger

My first DBD fic!! contains: killer!reader, just straight up peepaw Caleb save a horse...

You could say you've settled into your role in this strange new world.

It's routine. You find yourself... somewhere. The Entity starves. It's your responsibility to feed it. When it is sated, you're sent back to the campfire. The Entity's food? You don't care to know. You've grown numb to it.

You've seen others who have a similar role to yours. Particularly two men and two women about your age. The thrill they get from their assignment by the Entity. Licking the blood from their knives and bats. As for you? Your eyes just linger on your hands coated in red. They would definitely be stained.

Your cohorts weren't much for conversation, save for the aforementioned killers your age. They were often met with a grunt or a cold shoulder.

Which is why you pondered endlessly about this bond you created with the Deathslinger.

Caleb thumbed through the deck of cards, dealing them between the two of you with almost impossible dexterity with rotting fingers. He never spoke much (perhaps that's what made it so easy for you to open up to him, you fear you'd annoy the old man.) When he did speak, it was an odd voice: a midwestern drawl somehow with a heavy Irish accent. It wasn't unpleasant.

His lips rise into a ghost of a smile and even his entire face seem to barely light up as you play your hand.

"'Might be the only person your age who knows how t' play twenty-five."

"I don't know," you shrug. "Back home we'd text each old games as a gimmick. I'd imagine there's a couple kids who know how to play because of that."

"Bah," Caleb waved his hand. "That don't count. Come on, now! Nobody appreciates the simplicity of the classics no more."

You shrug. "Guess not."

Caleb gives you a crooked smile. "Ain't many young folk like you no more, mo chuisle. I taught you well."

Caleb called you that a lot. Mo chuisle. A little more often than your actual name. And you were the only person whom he called by name. You never asked him what it meant.

Your conversations often went like this. Caleb would crack an uncharacteristic joke about your age, sometimes when he was in a good mood, you supposed within earshot of the group of friends called the Legion.

"What surprised me the most," you began, "was how sloppy they were." You eye the hand you intend to trump on Caleb. "It's like they're just sticking their hands into the live wires until something works."

"Suits you, don't it? Make it easier on you?"

"Eh, I think I prefer the challenge." You knew that was what exactly Caleb wanted to hear. His broken jaw made his proud smile comically lopsided. You fan out the cards you intend on trumping Caleb with, and he raises a brow, putting down his hand.

"You sure about that?" He asks lowly, eyeing your hand quizzically.

"What?"

"I think you should look at that hand again, mo chuisle."

You look at your cards again, and notice a fatal fumble in your hand that would have cost you the game. You fight a blush you feel coming onto your cheeks and sheepishly pull back your hand. "Huh..."

"Come on now, you know better than that."

Caleb wasn't sure what he saw in you. Or why he gave you such special treatment. There were a few "killers," he supposed that were around your age. A few too many, he supposed. What made you different? Was he unconsciously reminded of someone from his past? Did he think you were weak and needed protection?

He wasn't sure what it was about you that tugged at whatever was left of his heart that endeared him to you. It felt natural. He needed to protect you, and he didn't know why.

It was best he'd kept it that way.

"Look here," Caleb fanned out his set of cards for you, continuing on with the game you both briefly forgot you were playing. "I reckon we jink this, mo chuisle."

Mo chuisle.

Maybe one day, he'd tell you what your little nickname meant. One day, if you all somehow get out of here, or, when eventually, this dark God decides to turn on you all.

— mo chuisle: "my darling" "my blood" literally means "my pulse." macushla: the song where "mo chuisle" comes from.

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

Frank: *holding the Death to Bayshore* You've done yee'd your last haw!

Caleb: Kiddo, can you give me back my gun

[ideasvoid]

just thought of a super cute idea.. doing a little western movie moment with (preferably platonic) deathslinger.. he’s such a grandpa and i love him

- jae

p.s. from what i’ve seen of your writing.. it’s super good, love it!

hello my dear! this gave me quite the giggle, I can absolutely do that for you.

P.S. your words mean more to me than you know, thank you <3

The Deathslinger - Peepaw Caleb Caleb Quinn

Caleb sat at one of the tables of the saloon, cleaning a days worth of grime and dried blood from his guns barrel. The sound of footsteps on wood made him pause and turn to the entrance, a scruffy eyebrow raised.

You swung the the doors open, stance wide and arms held out over your belt like you were armed and were ready to clear house like none other. "There ain't enough room in this town for the two of us." The bounty hunter stared at you, confusion clear on his face. Was this just some kind of joke?

"what're you on about?" you smiled wide and wiggled your fingers over the flashlight at your hip. you had seen scenes like this on tv and in movies countless times, and the fact that now you were able recreate it yourself made you giddy with excitement. "Put 'em up partner!"

Caleb turned on his chair to you, the gears turning in his head. suddenly your hand shot to your hip and you pulled out the flashlight and shined it into Caleb's face. He sat there, eyes screwed shut while he quietly rethought every life choice that brought him to this point. He heaved a sigh as you erupted into laughter, lowering the flashlight down again.

you approached him, attempting to muster an apology through your giggles. "yeah, yeah har har har - gimme that" he snatched the device from your hands and dropped it on the table, swapping it for a deck of cards and moving the rifle to the side. "jus' for that, you're dealin".

-bonus- Caleb: you can't what? Y/N: I can't swim. Caleb: how old are ya? Y/N: y/a Caleb:

[bubbasbubblebutt]

"LOOK MR.QUINN ITS YOU!!"

[dantent]

some more wittebro angst because they are living in my head rent free

[hex-wittebane]

Peepaw

I was literally possessed and couldn't do anything until these three doodles were done. Hyacinth by @catboymoments showed up in my "For You", I had a vision, and this is what the vision was. Dadleb Wittebane has been blessed with yet another Grimwalker to give his love to (and he can twin with this one!! Without them being mean like some other Grimwalker *cough* hayden *cough*) Maybe one day Hayden Wittebane's story will get out of my drafts, but for now! You can all thank the fact that I was scrolling on "For You" for this pleasant meme/meeting/thing. Dialogue under the cut and in Image descriptions!

[Left Image top left corner states Hyacinth Park by catboymoments Caleb "Dadleb" Wittebane + Hayden Wittebane by @hex-wittebane] Hayden, about Hyacinth: Just like their Peepaw. Caleb, suddenly stops spinning Hyacinth and is angry: Call me "peepaw" again. I dare you. Hayden, off screen:

PEEPAW

Caleb sets Hyacinth down off screen and starts chasing Hayden: You might have given me these prosthetics, but I will kick your Grimwalker ass with them!!! [Middle image, side one] Hyacinth, about a bloody shovel: Is this yours? I found it in the closet. Hayden: Ah... Yeah. Used it to bury the dead animals I tried to gift to Belos as a kid. He grounded me for the blood trails. Hyacinth: Boo! Hayden: Tell me about it! Caleb isn't cool either. He was afraid I'd be Belos^2... Want to go grave robbing? Hyacinth: Sure do! [Middle image, side two] ✨GRIMWALKER COVEN✨ [Image on the right] Final move to the dragon dance from ATLA but with Hyacinth and Caleb. And yes, it was Caleb's idea.

[lollytea]

You literally CANNOT make a toh tlt au because there is no way you can get everything to make sense. The two universes just do not cooperate. BUT Willow and Gus would make such a good cav and necro duo

[leeloolumiwhisp]

Hunter is the Michael Afton to Belos' William Afton??????

SPOILERS for The Owl House up until s3 ep2

SPOILERS for FNAF up until Security Breach

For the father figures:

1) bad father skills (gaslight, gatekeep; manipulate, manslaughter, etc)

2) obsessed with reanimation and souls/magic

3) has a female assistant they mistreat

4) all about control and suppression

5) corpse ahh faces and bodies (doesn't Belos' monster form remind you of a certain purple man's face?)

6) keep on coming back smh

7) old acquaintances returning to kill them (in fire)... And failing (and blaming themselves for it)

8) too smart

9) has murdered many others

10) scars, scars, scars

"Sons":

1) has adopted a name that they weren't born with at some point

2) MASKS

3) hella lotta trauma (scrunkly...)

4) death of close family members caused by the father figures (does it count if your "uncle" killed your past self plus previous clones of you?)

5) look scary similar to their father figures (to the point of triggering trauma)

6) they toted red animal mascots/companions... Until That Incident

7) teenagers when the trauma hits 👊💥

8) GOT KILLED (caused by father figure)

9) GOT REANIMATED/POSSESSED (via "fusion")

10) scars, scars, scars

(I haven't actually finished For the Future yet, I'll be back to holler about it later)

(tell me if I missed anything?)

[babiebom]

Would I Give Them Head(dbd edition)

A/N:I did a Stardew valley version and thought that it would be cool/funny if i did it for all of the things I write for! Again this is only for the males! And it's just for fun! Both killers and survivors

Tw:sexual content,cursing

Genre:headcanons? Shitpost.

Wc: 2+ for each character!

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Only in a hate sex situation

I severely dislike this man

I do not care that he is blonde and British I HATE him:(

The Dredge

Absolutely not wtf

I don't wanna hear tortured screams thanks

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

No

I do not enjoy his drippy face

It's icky

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

Yes

I think we have already established that I'm a Ghostface girlie

Would give him the best sloppy toppy I could

Is allowed to kill me after I do not mind

The Doctor/ Herman Carter

Not unless I had to

His face scares me and I hate his laugh

I would also dislike him as a person

The Clown/ Jeffrey Hawk

No

And when I say thia I mean all the disrespect

But i hate this stupid clown

He makes me want to be violent

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

I feel like he doesn't wash himself properly

So no

Probably is filthy

The Wraith/Phillip Ojomo

Not my favorite but due to his backstory I feel bad for him

So maybe a friendly handjob

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr

I say this with NO disrespect

But he does not bathe

And while I love him I am not putting that anywhere near my mouth

Will give him a handjob tho

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Yeah sure

He is large and in charge

Also has to be clean? I think he might be clean

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

No

I would however like to punch the side of his head so hard it caves in

He deserves to have it cut off

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

No

This is a child

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

The chains are kinda kinky

So yeah

Also him tummy out and I think its cute

The Nemesis

No

Stinky dead man

His tentacle things make you sick he needs to stay away from me

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

YES

he is one that is allowed to be dirty

He is so attractive and he doesn't even have a face

He just walks around with that big ass sword knife thing and his hips amd im sold

I'm down bad

The Legion/Frank

Probably not

Isn't he like 18?

Too young for me

The Legion/Joey

Again too young for me

So no

Like im sorry but they're literally described as teens

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer

Like Maxie

Its not that i hate him its that he's stinky

So handjob it is

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

For the following i think they're all stinky

BUT Tarhos is different

Simply because I do like the Knight x Princess trope and I would like to be the princess

So I guess yes

The Carnifex/Sander Rault

No

Hate him

Wanna smash a pallet on his bead

The Assassin/Durkos Malecek

No

Stupid man

Always is mean so NO

I will scream if he appears one more time

The Jailer/Alejandro Santiago

Maybe a handjob because I like his name

Its very cute

The Shape/Michael Myers

Unfortunately yes

Though I do hate the man because he literally instakills me

I cannot deny that I am attracted to him

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

No

Peepaw does not get his Dick sucked by me sorry

He needs to be in a nursing home and have his shooting license revoked

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

Yes

Very attractive but also very annoying

The one killer I main

I would give him one the punch him immediately

The Demogorgon

This is bestiality

So no

Doggie does not get head from me

Does get head rubs tho

Maybe some belly rubs

The Singularity

I have no idea who this is where did it even come from

Is this a man or woman someone tell me

Also while I am a robot fucker I would have to say no

Jake Park

Yes

I had an immediate crush on him

He is also a loner type so yes

Absolute hawtie

Dwight Fairfield

Yes

Sweet sweet boy probably needs one

Would be so thankful that I HAVE to

Leon Kennedy

YES

is this even a question fr?

Sexy sexy man

Only cop I will get on my knees for

David Tapp

No

Reminds me of family members

William "Bill" Overbeck

Naur eema

Maybe a handjob because why not i like his get up one time free perk

David King

No

Gives off bestie vibes

Would give handjob tho

Steve Harrington

Okay don't kill me

But I have never watched the tinger strangs

Aren't they in middle or high school

Absolutely not

Carlos Oliveira

I like his name it makes him seem attractive

So yes

Ace Visconti

NO

Have a love hate relationship with this man

Will not have any part of me close to him in that way at all

Quentin Smith

An adult?

I think?

I have also never seen this movie I am so confused

Yes if adult no if younger than 21

Adam Francis

Ummmmm

Sure I guess

I think it would be okay?

Jeff Johansen

He looks stinky but idk

I would give him a handjob

He seems cool and mysterious

Ash Williams

NO

I do not find him attractive at all

I kinda dislike his face

Jonah Vasquez

No

He just seems stinky

Yoichi Asakawa

YES

I had a big crush on him when I first played the game

Will get on my KNEEES FOR HIM

WILL GET SACRIFICED FOR HIM

Felix Richter

Yuh

Gives off sugar daddy vibes

Vittorio Toscano

Yuhhhhh

Also gives off sugar daddy vibes

Why is be so attractive is it the hair?

Jonathan Byers

Again i have not watched the show

Are they not all teens?

I am so confused

No

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

Also also ‘The Killers don’t have any personal gripe with any of the Survivor’s’ my arse!! Ignoring the obvious lore implication of some killer & survivor pairings.

Are you gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that poor Caleb / Deathslinger isn’t going to form a very personal hatred & combative killer/survivor dynamic with Doe after getting caught in one of her traps and being sent tumbling down a set of the concrete stairs in the game??

You mean to tell me poor peepaw is gonna be chill and forgiving after she breaks his legs and possibly his hips in five more places because of her arts and crafts??

[catboymoments]

Ghost Caleb cheating at uno with the kids. He gets to be a little sneaky peepaw. As a treat.

Explain

[the-oracles-maw]

don't you beg for love

kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!

Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.

The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?

You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"

You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.

A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.

"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."

You weren't fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.

Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.

The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.

"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."

Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.

"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."

You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.

"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.

You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.

"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"

What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...

You felt out of place.

You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.

"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."

"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"

You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."

"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."

You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.

"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"

Not at all.

"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."

You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."

You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."

"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."

You nod.

"Listen here now, mo chuisle, I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.

Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"

You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."

Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.

Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.

You wouldn't ever have to beg.

__

"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love

"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"

[wolame-o-ccx]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Have you read Was not the hero? This is a story about the redemption of Belos, but it is more cruel than yours. Especially in regard to peepaw So, I remembered what Phillip's life had been like since Caleb disappeared. Did your Phillip have something like that?

I HAVE NOT. IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY AND I HAVE EXAMS COMING UP SOON AND A LOT OF EVENTS ARE HAPPENING but maybe during the weekend I'll find some time if I remember to do so!!!

Philip after Caleb disappeared is just as how it is in canon . The same thing mirrored. I know it's late but not a lot changes from canon to this AU except for ykw!

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Has Peepaw Phil ever considered not keeping Caleb drugged for no apparent reason

He would NEVER drug him for no apparent reason! Peepaw Phil keeps Caleb drugged for very thought out, calculated reasons 🙃

[bubbasbubblebutt]

"Well would'ya look at that"

[freakystrashdump]

Idk about anything dealing with redemption, but they better not kill Belos off. Death is too merciful for that bastard! I also still have hopes of him eventually just being a grumpy peepaw

Like I know grumpy peepaw won't happen but that won't stop me from dreaming (and writing it in my fanfiction bcs horrible grumpy peepaw Belos that everyone just has to deal with, begrudgingly, is the best comedic scenario ever)

But yeah I don't want him dead-dead. Kinda want him stuck in the limbo dimension reliving his sins over and over again forever ❤️

Maybe with Caleb and the Golden Guards there too, just to stare at him, menacingly