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corvidamned · 7 months

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@umbrellamedic | continued

Kira's lip doesn't clip that easily anymore, much as the scar on her bottom lip says otherwise. The break in her skin quickly closes before any consequence can come of it. "Naughty." Kira chides. Two fingers move to feel where she bit. Well, there's an idea. Her gaze narrows at Bertha, and she wets her middle and ring fingers with her tongue before plunging two of them within her. "Thief of my love…" She says darkly, curling them within her, and rhythmically pulling them in and back, and never out. Comfortably sat with her, with her tits out, she smiles small and wicked, looking her over, taking in her eyes, her moans, her heaving chest. "You have to ask. Or else…If you run away from me, you'll only come back to me as a thrall and not an equal." She chuckles in disbelief. It was no laughing matter, but it was so delicious to see this bastion of strength, this little minx squirm underneath her. She dips to capture her lips, and make her take a long, pointed, unnatural pink tongue in her mouth inch by inch.

#spicy tw #rp #umbrellamedic #v;dbd

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ulysaturn · 4 months

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ko-fi requests!

#ulysses art #my art #cyberpunk #v #river ward #dead by daylight #dbd #ghostfrank #ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #frank morrison #the legion #legion #slashers #renato lyra

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lovelylittlemoth · 2 months

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Michaels in the bathroom at a party

I’m the funniest bitch on this hellsite

#be more chill #gta v #fnaf #DBD #slashers #michael de santa #michael afton #michael myers #michael mell #feel free to add more michaels

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xredskullxx · 8 months

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i did a thing

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yunmaobao · 8 months

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🐈 v. 🐕 - GO!

inspired by the cats and dogs collection :3

#haddie kaur #jake park #yun jin lee #kate denson #gay people v. gay people #what else is new #dbd #dbd fanart #dead by daylight #drawing #artwork #fanart #cats #dogs

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auspiciouscat · 2 years

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New God

#im still trying to figure out coloring but here you go :V #not entirely satisified with it but i spent more time on this than intended oof #resident evil #albert wesker #catd00dz #re wesker #dead by daylight #dbd wesker

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windwenn · 5 days

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Ok i just finished watching dead boy detectives and im gonna need everyone to check it out immediately bc if we dont get that season 2...

#get that edwardian twink what he deserves #also v excited to draw charles hes so gender #dead boy detectives #dbd #real talk i hate that theres no certainty of renewal when you watch stuff now #like idk if it was like this years ago but surely it CANT have been this bad

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t0bey · 1 year

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i keep mistaking her for exorcist when i see her in DBD youtube thumbnails

#identity v #dead by daylight #dbd #idv #skull merchant #aesop carl #idv embalmer #adriana imai #my art

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noirxiumocha · 6 months

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Rkgk

#my doodle #identity v #dead by daylight #ghost face #the legion #naib subedar #fiona gilman #idv #dbd #Ada Wong #my sketches

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atomicrow · 1 month

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smol demo

#i just love drawing demo and xeno its v fun #demogorgon #stranger things #dbd #dead by daylight

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sn-0-w-gh-0-st-artz · 2 months

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♡♡♡

#dead by daylight #trickster dbd #ji woon hak #self ship #v art

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corvidamned · 8 months

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@umbrellamedic | continued

From standing sideways in her discretion, Kira takes a more open stance facing her. She chose to trust. "Some of the killers have picked up on it already, but I'd much prefer if it's kept need to know. I'm not human. I'm a mutation of the sanguine variety. A vampire."

#rp #umbrellamedic #v;dbd

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leadxxr · 4 days

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@ferociium | Drabble | After the Trial . . . word count: 812

Small circles traced on Dwight's bare skin, along his right shoulder blade and down his back; beginning exactly where a brutal sacrificial hook would often find its unwelcome home. Gingerly placed digits would follow the morbid scar as it faded, as if encouraging it to do so might somehow lessen the hurt in Dwight's soul that he had come to accept as a necessary evil.

The exhausted survivor lay stomach down, his arms crossed beneath where the side of his face would come to rest. He'd taken his glasses off, the bridge of his nose sore from the end of an especially exhausting, gruesome trial; his lids closed as he attempted to take himself somewhere far away from here. Where there was no looming Fog that threatened to rip him away. But wherever he pictured, Danny was always with him.

The damp basement had a way of filling him with dread, should he not have frequently found his home on the softness of the killer's bed. His back rises and falls as his lungs savor unburdened breaths, his stare reemerging listlessly at the dilapidated wall to his right. His eyes are empty, almost soulless, the trauma still sweltering inside of him as Danny silently allows his body & mind to recover. He knows better than to speak during these times . . . Dwight needed time, touch, and nonverbal reassurance. He hadn't a voice to be used...

Another trial, another series of hooks, another one of his lives offered to the greedy, spidery talons of the Entity. He never got used to it . . . as much as he would have expected to by now. Each sacrifice still haunted him to his core. But the weary survivor had difficulty condemning the other man for his actions. Even still, Dwight Fairfield had empathy. Here he laid, a killer tracing gentle circles on his skin, willing the scars to fade faster by the minute. It was inexplicable, the time it took for magically mended wounds to vanish completely from his broken body; they served as a fleeting reminder of his suffering.

He can hear Danny breathe, breaking up the silence that felt both frighteningly tangible and calming at the same time, so long as the unmasked man's touch kept him grounded and at ease. As the touch fades, he feels weight shift behind him. Dwight doesn't even blink. Dark blurs cloud his vision without his glasses, but he doesn't want to have them on right now. He's been more than vulnerable in Danny's presence before, so this was really no different. As the man's form lowers, Dwight feels the warmth of his lips retracing the path of his fingers. It sends a chill through his body as dark brown hues retreat once more into the darkness of his mind.

A sigh leaves the survivor's lips, attempting to simply exhale the weight of his condemnation to so much ceaseless pain and suffering. With each small kiss pressed to his skin, a warm sensation floods the radius of the area. The last trial had been particularly brutal . . . Dwight had, for the first time, failed to trick himself into seeing the Ghostface as anything more than a stranger. It made the pain so much worse . . . Dwight often wondered what Danny's face looked like in those moments, beneath the mask. A strong part of him convinced himself he wouldn't be able to handle it if he knew. . .

This is what you get for falling in love with a killer.

Tears threaten to break through fallen lids and he feels his breath hitch as the sensation of touch travels to the small of his neck. Danny's breath, warm against his skin, communicates affection nonverbally. Perhaps more than affection . . . a fierce, protective possession. As Danny's lips continue to pepper small gestures along his neck, Dwight's eyes creep open as he feels a tear begin to blur his already functionless vision. Nothing is said . . . because what is there to say? This was just how things were. It was a small sacrifice to pay to lay with the unmasked man for even a minute. . . to feel his embrace and forget about his vices towards the rest of the world. How could someone so bloodthirsty deny his compulsions for just one individual? And why was that Dwight? As much as he didn't want to question it, the thought often plagued his worried mind.

Danny would come to rest his weight comfortably around Dwight's form, face nuzzling into the same spot on his neck as the emotional dam began to burst without a sound. Tears escaped Dwight's heavy eyes in silence, his gaze locked in on an indistinguishable blur of the brown and black hues of the wall.

For now, he would savor the moment. For now, he would blink the tears away and attempt to forget reality. For now . . . he would allow himself to be painfully, tragically in love. . .

#ferociium #( hi i was having severe ghostfield feelings )#( and needed to write this mini ficlet )#( after care moment :'c )#( essential & v much needed yes yes )#ghostfield #s: danny johnson #danny johnson #Dwight fairfield #ghostfield fanfic #dbd fanfic #~ drabble

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fryingpan1234567 · 3 months

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Ghostface is chasing you but he’s wearing these

#once again: nowhere near halloween #but idk I was playing cod and all the masks got me thinkin #I’m also working on a couple v day things!! just so you know #lmao #Ghostface #dbd #scream #horror #slashers #slasher fandom

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slightlydeadghost · 8 months

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Lisa my beloved

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horrifichaunts · 5 months

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Have to be brave or better keep behavin' Count 'til I don't know what counts Every inch of fear is all that's ingrained Can't understand, what's the solution? The problem is the mess in my brain

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