yanderedbdimagines

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hi dear, i have a special request. What about yandere Entity with a reade who find a way to escape. The Entity obvious don´t whant them to leave. <3

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Creative ask! Underneath normal circumstances, I believe that it’s basically impossible to escape the Entity, so I had to get creative xD I hope that the method of escape I picked is lore-friendly enough! And I hope you like it as result!

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The Entity

The Entity is a mysterious force that lures unsuspecting souls into its realm. Souls that have often been tainted- touched by death’s essence.

To the outside worlds- past, present and future, alternate reality or not, it is but a myth. A whisper in the dark. But to most of those who find themselves trapped within its grasp, it is a nightmare made into reality.

You stumbled into this otherworldly domain after the death of a loved one, drawn in by an eerie curiosity just outside of the crematorium center that soon swayed you into the unknown through a trick of the eye.

Little did you know, your mere presence instantly awakened the Entity’s interest, and eventually its possessive nature, after you started traversing though the fog- eventually trying to find a way out. 

At first, the Entity appeared as a benevolent guide, offering solace and shelter in its strange realm from dangers you could sense, but never see. Yet, behind the veiled kindness laid a sinister desire to keep you captive, to possess your every thought, whim and every little part of your being. Your soul especially.

You quickly realized the Entity’s infatuation, its twisted affection made further prevalent after you accidentally stumbled upon a haunting replica of your own past. A memory made physical, but never real. The people you cared about weren’t there, and the animals you did see just didn’t look alive. As if they lacked heart. 

As the night stretched ever endlessly, you came to yearn for freedom- for a way out of this suffocating imprisonment. With every attempt to escape, the Entity's affection morphed into perceivable fury from the surrounding environment, its once soothing whispers turning into menacing warnings. You knew the risks, the danger of crossing such a mighty being, but the desire for freedom burned brighter than any fear. Even though you were still unaware of the realm's true purpose, its minions, and the actual victims trapped within.

Through sheer determination and cunning, you eventually pieced together forgotten fragments of lore and ancient whispers, not only revealing to you the realm’s true nature, but also uncovering a hidden passage that promised escape after a long time of searching. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you set your plan into motion, long since haven found a way to evade the Entity's watchful gaze by using a strange yellow flower that oozed with a fluorescent yellow substance.

In the distance, near a tunnel made up mostly of stone bricks and various human body parts in different states of decay, you eventually found this potential way out. And it was made further evident as the yellow ooze’s potency sharply reduced after you jumped through the black mists that originally blocked up its entrance.

The escape was fraught with peril, every step echoing with the Entity's enraged cries and your nose tormented by the constant scent of decay. Shadows and mist alike twisted and writhed, attempting to ensnare you, but you pressed on, fueled by the flickering hope of freedom as you warded it with the unusual flower’s nectar. As you neared the exit, the Entity's desperation peaked, unleashing its full wrath upon you, a whirlwind of dark energy and desperate pleas. Even the unspoken threat of using the killers against you as you heard the rearing of chainsaws and the bone chilling screams of monsters echo from all around you.

With a final surge of willpower, you broke through the threshold, a familiar world outside welcoming you with open arms. Gasping for much needed air and a heart pounding wildly, you glanced back at the realm- a large hole in the surrounding morning mist that seemed to collapse in on itself. The Entity's form flickered beyond it in the distance, a mix of fury and heartbroken anguish etched upon its fading shadows- writhing in on itself.

You had escaped the clutches of the Entity, but its haunting presence always lingers in your memories. The chilling whispers and phantom touches serve as a constant reminder of the harrowing ordeal. Yet, with each passing day, you have found some solace in the newfound freedom, vowing to never forget the haunting dance with the possessive being that may almost have claimed your very soul, and to make sure that you’d never fall into its shadows ever again.

After all, despite your escape, the Entity persistently seeks ways to reclaim its hold, attempting to ensnare you from afar—a chilling reminder to remain ever vigilant against its unseen clutches.

#yandere #dbd x reader #dbd #reader #insert #dead by daylight #platonic

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey! Could you write about a yandere Leon falling for a killer?

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Of course! I received this request more than once now(about 3 times even), so I think I’m obliged to write a short scenario about it. xD

I hope you like what I have written here!

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Leon Scott Kennedy

He couldn't quite trace the inception of these feelings or what had triggered his attraction to you. The onset had been swift, unsettling. His infatuation, like a malignant growth, had entrenched itself in his mind, disrupting every moment of respite from trials, fixating solely on thoughts of you.

Your presence was a constant weight, a haunting ache disrupting his focus, even amidst the life-and-death struggle he was meant to be embroiled in. If his emotions had any sway, they would have taken a different course.

This hotspot of festering emotions would eventually burst when he was confronted by a situation he never thought would happen to him. In the Disturbed Ward of the Crotus Prenn Asylum, he ran through empty patient rooms and scattered hallways, the smell of smoke thick in the air. Smoke that reminded him of a fire he couldn't see or feel. Maybe it didn't even exist, as the Entity's world often intermingled with the past and future of the location it had copied to create this arena.

He sensed your familiar pursuit, a silent chase aided by the Entity's eerie gift. Even the crimson illumination that bathed him vanished, appearing fleetingly as he narrowly evaded your surprise assaults, relying on sharp instincts and quick reflexes.

After leaping from a second-story window, he heard the distinct whistle of air through a narrow gap—the hatch. He altered his trajectory, yet his foot snagged on an unseen obstacle, sending him crashing to the ground, soon bracing for an imminent strike that never came.

Whipping his head around, he met your empty gaze. Your head tilted, eyes drawing to where his heart should be. A shake of your head, eyes narrowing, a souring expression of disappointment before shifting your focus. His gaze followed yours toward the by now opened hatch. Momentarily distracted, in that split second, you capitalized on his weakness, seized one of his legs and effortlessly dragged him toward it. A display of astonishing, violent strength that left him awestruck, the familiar gush of darkness soon blanketing Leon. Releasing his limb, it dangles in the gaping maw.

"Get out," your growl slices through the air, an angry rasp carrying an unspoken warning. It is clear that compliance with those two simple words is his only option.

You don’t even give him the time to react as you stalk your way back into the fog, the hand holding your weapon shaking with an emotion that could be anything but good.

Why did you let him go? Why didn’t you hook or kill him when you had the chance?

The questions linger in Leon's mind as he lay there; dazed, bewildered and entranced, the echoes of your command still reverberating in the air. The fog swallows you up completely, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the chilling uncertainty of your motives.

For a moment, he struggles to comprehend the abrupt turn of events. Your actions defied logic, a departure from the expected outcome in this twisted realm. But amidst the confusion, a realization dawns on him—a flicker of understanding that perhaps you weren't governed solely by the Entity's ruthless whims. Perhaps you are still human enough to show any shred of mercy. Perhaps you could even… Leon bites his bottom lip, almost breaking through the sensitive skin.

Regaining his bearings, Leon struggles to rise, his limbs protesting the sudden exertion. With a sharp inhale, he surveys the desolate surroundings, the eerie silence amplifying the storm in his mind. The kind of storm which could lead him to the kind of downfall he may never predict, and will shred him up from the inside out.

With a breath, he surrenders to the beckoning darkness beyond the hatch, a plunge into the unknown, propelled by uncertainty and a faint hope that your uncharacteristic act might hint at the possibility that you can love care.

#dbd #yandere #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #reader #leon scott kennedy

[yanderedbdimagines]

I like your writing! You are a rare yandere writer who actually writes yanderes that they actually have to work for the person they want and where things sometimes wont turn out well! I like that frustration that they must feel! Can you do separate scenarios for Joey trickster and deathslinger where they end up stuck in something while being very close to capturing their obsession for their wittle selves while they are the last one alive? Kinda like what ya did with the locker one only reverse?

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Thank you kindly! And I agree. I secretly wish there were more yandere fics that focused on rivalry and/or things not going their way as well. But ah well. We sometimes have to row the boat with whatever it is we have at the ready. xD

I really like the idea of them being stuck on something instead! For fun, I tried to find maps they are most probable to get stuck on something, and I think I found three of them that did the trick.

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The Deathslinger

At the Yamaoka estate, as he chased you through the dense bamboo brush, the Deathslinger was very close in capturing you. However, the Entity had other plans for him. His foot suddenly slipped and lodged itself between the bamboo he tried to chase you through, causing him to lose his balance. Desperate to stay upright, he reached out for one of the vines hanging from the wooden railing of a nearby Japanese platform. But the vines proved to be brittle, snapping under his weight and causing him to fall back with a loud thud. The impact caused his harpoon gun to fall between the tall grass and young bamboo sprouts, and he grunted in pain as his tall frame collided with a sharp edge of the platform's wooden flooring.

Caleb quickly tried to regain his composure, balancing himself into an awkward sitting position as he quickly turned his head towards the direction he just saw you rush to. Within a second, he watched you dart away from his line of sight from between the wisps of black smoke that’s rising from the surrounding vegetation. The Entity had intervened, fastening him in place with a cruel trick.

The bamboo stakes pressed around his leg, holding him in position as he struggled to break free. The vegetation was so dense and tangled that it actually seemed to have a life of its own, resisting all his efforts to escape as he restlessly pulled at his leg.

Caleb cursed from underneath his breath as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He was trapped, while his obsession has long since slipped away into the darkness. He knew that the Entity has intervened, and that it’s well aware that he was planning to kidnap you back towards his territory- defying it and the duty he was supposed to perform.

A blare echoes through the arena- indicating that enough of the generators have been repaired.

With a renewed sense of urgency, he redoubled his efforts to break free just after he’d reequipped his harpoon gun. He hacked away at the bamboo stakes with the blade, each blow ringing out through the Estate's grounds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the stakes gave way, and he was free.

But deep down, he already knew he was too late to reenter the chase, for you most likely already left through the gates during that time he was busy freeing himself from the hard greenery.

The Deathslinger limped away from the bamboo brush, nursing his wounds and his wounded pride. Still, Caleb promised himself that he would never give up. He would continue to pursue you, no matter the cost, even if it meant going against the Entity's wishes. For the Deathslinger, the thrill of this particular hunt was worth any punishment.

The Legion (Joey)

Joey's heart raced as he chased after you through the golden sands and the winding paths of the Forsaken Boneyard. He had been after you for what felt like hours, driven by an insatiable urge to catch you and to claim you as his own.

But as he chased you through a narrow opening between a stone sarcophagus and an above ground burial tomb, Joey realized too late that he had made a grave mistake. The opening was proven to be too small for him to pass comfortably through, and the wooden vines that grew between them had soon ensnared him as he tried to snake his way through, trapping him in their grip.

That wasn’t all. As you turned away and out of view, he noticed black smoke drifting up from the vines that also could be seen at the exit. A darkness that behaved vastly different from the constant stream of black liquid that seemed to be seeping upward into the sky from many spots that could be found around the map.

He growls- pent up frustration getting the overhand. The Entity’s actually trying to stop him from getting to you.   

Joey struggled against the vines, his panic appearing and rising up with each passing moment. He could hear his obsession's footsteps fading completely in the distance, and he knew that if he didn't free himself soon, he may lose you. Maybe even for good.

As he fought against the vines, Joey's mind began to race. Out of the four Legion members, he was the one who had always prided himself on his speed, strength and his ability to overpower his victims, but now he was helpless, trapped like an animal in a snare.

But then something shifted inside of him. A sense of determination, a refusal to give up, took hold. With a primal roar, Joey summoned every ounce of his strength and pulled his weight against the vines with all his might.

Slowly but surely, the wooden vines began to give way, cracking and splintering under the force of his efforts as he finished the job with the added stabs of his blade. With one final burst of energy, Joey broke free, tearing himself loose from the wood that had held him captive.

Breathless, Joey stood up, his eyes blazing with a newfound sense of purpose. As he resumed his hunt, he did so with a renewed sense of determination, ready to claim his prize no matter what obstacles lay in his path.

The Trickster

The Trickster chased after you through the darkness of the Backwater swamp with a jaunty tune on his lips, reveling in the thrill of the chase. He savored the sound of your gasping breaths and the feeling of control over your fear. However, his arrogance was about to be his undoing.

Something unexpected happened. You suddenly jumped, and the Trickster realized much too late why that was. He had been so focused on the chase that he hadn't been paying good enough attention to where he was going. Now, he found himself waist-deep in a muddy puddle, one foot sunk halfway down and the other going in by a quarter.

Ji-Woon tried to wade himself free, but the muck acted like quicksand as he felt himself sinking deeper into its rather cold embrace- pulling him further down with every movement.

He clicked his tongue as you disappeared through the reed patch. Such a shame... Something else then catches his eye.

He hummed softly to himself in feigned curiosity, his bright yellow gaze soon set on the plumes of dark smoke drifting up from the watery grime found before this particular patch.

He then peered up at the misty sky above with a weakened, darker grin, the clouds swirling in a dizzying pattern. It was almost like the Entity itself was mocking him, laughing at his predicament. Of course the god’s decided he wasn’t allowed to have you, and taunting him in a way he didn’t exactly appreciate.

The grip on his bat tightened for a heartbeat. It loosened just as quickly.

He knew he had to free himself from the mud before his favorite fan would manage to escape through the hatch, slipping away from him once again.

The Trickster struggled for what felt like an eternity, fighting against the unyielding grip of the disgusting muck. But he refused to give up. With a final burst of strength, he managed to pry himself free, his body slick with mud and filth.

As he emerged from the swamp, he paused for a moment to take stock of his surroundings. His beautiful clothes were a mess, a dark brown that obscured their once-vibrant colors, but he didn't care at all anymore. He tightened his grip on his trusty bat, feeling its reassuring weight in his hand. With a single solid swing, he removed the blobs of mud from his weapon in tiny, satisfying arches. He was single-minded in his pursuit, and nothing would stand in his way. He proceeded to move through the swamp with a grace that belied his earlier struggles.

Sooner or later, he’ll get to his little survivor. He’ll even crawl his way towards you if he absolutely has to. But he’ll make sure that nothing will get in his way in trying to claim your love and your body. Even if it meant defying the Entity itself.

#dbd #dead by daylight #yandere #dbd x reader #reader insert #the deathslinger #the trickster #the legion #joey #ji woon hak #caleb quinn

[yanderedbdimagines]

Additional blog - Yandere Cyberpunk

Hello everyone,

I’m sorry this isn’t a new scenario for any of your potentially desired characters, or anything else along this line that anyone may have requested thus far.

 Instead, I wanted to take a moment to share some news with you all. Lately, I've been feeling completely burnt out on Dead by Daylight and have been looking for new sources of inspiration for the rare moments that I do write. As a result, I've decided to gradually shift my focus to a new universe.

For anyone interested, this is the blog in question: https://yanderecyberpunkimagines.tumblr.com/

I understand that this may come as even further disappointing news for those who have been following my work in the Dead by Daylight fandom.

Rest assured that I won't be abandoning my current blog entirely, but please know that the updates won’t go any faster, and may even stall from this point forward. 

Thank you for your understanding and support, and take care.

#update #new blog

[yanderedbdimagines]

What if the Deathslinger had a crush on a survivor who's smart, and strong enough to keep him on his toes. Only real issue is that they're also a smartass, who perceives the relationship between them as a rivalry. (And what would happen if the Deathslinger finally managed to gain the upper hand long enough to catch them.)

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Oooohh a Deathslinger ask. I ended this scenario a bit abruptly at the end, but with the way the reader may teased him and outsmarted him, he simply seems like the kind of man who wouldn’t lengthen the interaction for too long, since he may be a bit paranoid of you escaping somehow and all that.

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The Deathslinger

Caleb had always been a ruthless hunter; hatred, bloodlust and a sense of duty consuming his every thought and action. He relished in the power it gave him, the ability to seek revenge on those who had wronged him. But over time, even the screams of his victims had grown stale and hollow, unable to fill the emptiness within him as his original targets filtered out of existence. Even though he’d been embracing the darkness of the Entity for a long time now, his eyes glowing with a bright white light, a sign of his unwavering devotion to the ancient being that still resonates to this very moment.  

Then you appeared, a survivor who defied his expectations at every turn. Your intelligence and resourcefulness caught his attention, and your sharp tongue kept him on his toes. For the first time in a long while, he found himself challenged, and he couldn't help but be intrigued by you, although you often annoyed him to no end as well on many occasions.

As he pursued you relentlessly through the trials, he began to see your encounters as a twisted game, a rivalry that he couldn't resist. Your presence brought a thrill to his dark existence, and he savored nearly every moment spent in your company.

You, on the other hand, saw him only as a dangerous threat to be avoided. You mocked him mercilessly, using your quick wit and clever distractions to stay alive. To you, he was just another killer to be outsmarted and avoided. It was your way of staying sane and attempting to bring him and other killers onto a predictable path that you and other survivors could exploit.

But the Deathslinger was different. He eventually saw through your mental games and was mildly intrigued by these specific tactics. He adapted and overcame your attempts to taunt him, breaking through your glass cannon defense with ease. In the end, you found yourself trapped in a corner somewhere within the Gideon meat plant, with nowhere to go and no hope of escaping as he loomed over you and a pig's frozen corpse.

Caleb's glowing eyes bore into yours, and you knew what was coming next. But despite the fear that coursed through your veins, you refused to show any weakness. You stood your ground, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cower before him.

For a moment, there was silence between you, as if the world had stopped turning. Then, Caleb spoke, his voice low and menacing.

"This is the end of the rail tracks for you, dearie."

Thus, your world suddenly turns to black as he quickly knocks you out with the blunt end of his rifle.

He couldn’t take the risk of you potentially slipping through his fingers again… Not now you were finally within reach.

Besides, he has all the time in this twisted realm to make it up to you when you finally do come to...

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight #caleb quinn #the deathslinger #reader #insert #yandere #dbd

[yanderedbdimagines]

I would like a scenario in the real world with the zappy doctor and his future obsession in the hospital! I am sw fine with anything but if you want an idea. How about his obsession being his future survivor instead of Feng? And that they are just as luckyy as Ace?

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Zappy doc! Hahahaha! x’D

Ooohhh I think I see what you’re getting at and I like the idea! A thing or two may go in against the lore, but I may as well give in. xD I like this idea too much to listen to the rulez.

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The Doctor

You voice out your concerns to your friends as you lock eyes onto the gigantic and mysterious crème-colored building. "I don't think this is a good idea," you say. Your eyes swivel to one of the many glass panes that have been partly shattered due to the ordeal of weather and time. You could have sworn that you just saw something, or perhaps even someone lurking behind it.

But your friends are not convinced. "Don't be such a wuss, [Y/N]," one of your male friends says, rolling his eyes at you. "This is just like any other abandoned building. You'll see, even with these wacky stories going around."

Another friend chimes in, "I agree. Besides, there has to be a good explanation of why this hospital facility can't be found anywhere on the map and why most of the surrounding buildings seem to have been demolished. It has to be something juicy since we're on US Military soil right now."

You scoff, "Which is exactly why I don't like being here. One wrong move and they'll know that we're trespassing. And who knows what kind of penalty we'll face if they capture us here."

"Well then, that makes it all the more reason to move about more carefully, don't you?" your friend says. "Yeah, so relax. We'll be in and out in a jiffy."

As you enter the building, the heavy smell of rust, mold, and wet flaking plaster fills the chilly air. You lift your nose even further up into the air to avoid breathing in the noxious fumes of the place. You realize that you should have brought a half respirator mask with you. The sight alone is already giving you the feeling as if something is about to clog up your lungs.

“Let’s split up. We can explore the institute a bit faster this way,” one proposes. The rest went along almost instantly. Despite your own reservations, you decide to go along with the group, splitting up to explore the different parts of the abandoned hospital. One friend decided he’d like to stick with you.

After splitting up, you follow the young man into the study, shaking off the anxiety from your shoulders. The tall shelves are stacked with endless rows of books, file folders, patient documents, and old video cassettes.

“Wow, look at this place [Y/N]! Who knew this hospital would have an unique room like this hidden here! There’s even still some cool-looking stuff on the desk and there’s nothing littering the floor,” your friend points out, pointing the lens of his camera towards the Persian carpet in order to capture some footage of it before facing it towards the large desk and the brown leather chair standing behind it. 

Circling around the desk, you curiously open up one of the worn binders, noticing that the paper itself is cleaner than what you expected it to be, too. Still, you decide to read the texts and examine the drawn pictures displayed within. The beautiful writings and drawings are in a surprisingly pristine condition, save for a tiny smudge here and there.

“Very impressive,” you can’t help but muse as you read through the procedure itself, only to scowl in disgust after another minute, your friend now looking over your shoulder as well. “And impressively inhumane,” you murmur after. “This procedure must have been a hell for the person involved. The fact that this was allowed here is something I cannot wrap my head around.” 

“I don’t get it at all… What is this about? And what does ECT mean?”

“Short for electroconvulsive therapy. This research is a detailed comprehensive study of the results of one of several electroshock therapies that seem to have taken pla-” you cut yourself off, confusing your friend greatly. Your eyes widen, your hair seems to stand on end and your hands impulsively grab for the binder.

“The date… T-This happened a month ago…” you say, your voice trailing off.

As you both stand there, staring at the binder filled with valuable data about the inhumane procedures that took place in the hospital, a voice suddenly interrupts your thoughts. "This impressively inhumane procedure surely has taken place quite a while ago, I sadly have to say. And I do advise you to put that down in the same state as it was there previously. That data is very valuable to me. As you may have noticed, patients are very hard to come by these days. Today is nothing more than a pleasant exception."

You both whip around in shock and stare at the towering man now filling the doorway. His illuminating eyes are fixated only on you as he speaks. A strange metallic contraption keeps his eyes and mouth pried wide open, and his overall skin texture is mostly scarred and even cracked around his hands. Metal wiring snakes through the flesh of his surprisingly muscular arms before protruding out of it, sparking in their wake.

As you both realize the strange situation you find yourselves in, you waste no time to give your friend a hard shove with the binder before the two of you stumble out of the office room and down the long hallway. You can hear the man in the torn lab coat chasing after you.

You quickly zip open your backpack and stuff the binder inside of it, knowing that this data is priceless and could serve as proof that this hospital isn't quite as abandoned as the locals currently believe it to be. Perhaps the horrors within these documents may even stir the American government to do something about this place if it ever goes public in any shape or form.

You doubt that the man would let you go now as you've just stolen his valuable data. So, you decide to take a high risk, high reward approach and try to outrun him, knowing very well that you may as well be angering him because of this. A sudden jolt of static electricity hits both you and your friend, and you scream sharply in unison as a joyful and mocking laughter responds from behind. An indescribable tingling sensation settles in between your ears, swinging between a mild ache and a burning sensation.

You yell out to your friend to go left and warn the others as you turn right on the hallway's junction. With a quick look over your shoulder, your expectation that he'd decide to chase you actually came true. You've become too big of a priority with that binder now in your possession, so you decide to pick up the pace even further than you already did.

As you rush through the concrete hive of narrow hallways and tiny rooms, a sense of claustrophobia, fear, and utmost confusion about the layout completely throws you off your memory to remember on where you and your friends came in through and where you even currently are. Heavy footfalls are hot on your heel now, so you vault over a brick wall and rush up a flight of stairs, passing a medical procedure cart at the very top of it.

Suddenly, you whirl around, managing to surprise the Doctor, before you push the cart off its place and straight towards the man who is halfway up. As you decide to keep on running, you hear it make contact with him before a loud crash and a pained yelp reaches your ears, followed by loud and amused laughter bordering on a laugh of utmost insanity.

Breathless and terrified, you bolt through the dark hospital hallways, heart racing as you try to put as much distance between yourself and the madman behind you. You find and burst through the exit doors and race into the forest beyond, the dense trees and underbrush slowing you down but providing much-needed cover.

You run for what feels like hours, your feet aching and your lungs burning, but you can't stop. You don't dare look back, afraid that he'll catch up to you, and you don't even know where you're going. But you can't stay there, not with that maniac on your tail.

Just when you feel like you can't run anymore, you stumble onto a deserted road. You pause for a moment, trying to catch your breath and figure out which way to go, when you hear the sound of a car approaching. Without thinking, you step out into the middle of the road and wave your arms frantically, hoping the driver will see you.

The car screeches to a halt just in front of you, and the driver- a woman, rolls down the window to ask if you're okay. You're about to answer when you catch a glimpse of movement within the deeper parts of the forest. You gasp loudly and dive into the backseat of the car, urging the driver to take off as fast as possible.

You swivel around in the leather backseat, throwing a panicked glance over your shivering shoulder. Your wide eyes meet fluorescent white ones which can only belong to the deranged man currently basking in the darkness of the night. Only the faint sparks of electricity jumping from the wiring sticking out of his bulky arms further indicate that it’s him as his large form quickly grows smaller and smaller by the second.

You look away, a silent sigh of relieve escaping you. You got away from him… You could only thank whichever higher power there might be for having this car drive on that particular road the moment you needed an actual escape the most. More so that it’s a nice lady that responded to your waiving arms and let you inside with perplexity and slight suspicion decorating her face.

As you try to calm your breathing, you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander to your friends. You hope that the rest have been warned, and somehow could escape alright. Another sigh escapes you. You have the feeling they’ll be fine if they don’t stick around for too long. For now, the most important thing is that you’re safe.

But… You spoke much, much too soon.

“What is that?” The woman questions out loud from her spot behind the wheel after five minutes’ worth of driving in silence, her gaze set on the dark mist protruding from the canopy above further up ahead.

Nothing more could be said as they turned into spider-like appendages and picked up the car as if it was just a toy, the two of you screaming in unison as the car door at your side got ripped off its hinges before one of these things hooked around your legs and dragged you outside in one swift motion.

The vehicle falls towards the ground with a crash as you’re fully suspended in the air. The lady doesn’t seem to be able to crawl out of the car for some reason, the smell of gasoline penetrating your crinkling nose a second after it had hit the worn concrete.

With horror, you watch as the vehicle suddenly catches fire as you’re hoisted higher and higher up into the cold atmosphere, immense heat soon rushing past as the car quickly got engulfed into a ball of roaring flames as a contradictory icy scream pierces through the air.   

You fall limp, the anxiety with everything that has happened to you so far finally catching up to you, the final drop being the terrifying wails of a dying person.

Sadly, this would only be the beginning of an experience that’s even darker and more twisted in volume…

#dbd #dbd x reader #reader insert #herman carter #the doctor #yandere

[yanderedbdimagines]

Can you do something for yandere quentin who's obsession is afraid to sleep at night so they'll come to awkwardly ask if they can sleep with him bc they're scared and tired from being pulled into more trials than usual? Love your blog btw and I hope you're taking care of yourself :)

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Thank you for liking my blog! And I’m lucky to inform that I’m doing well. 😊 So no worries on that part! I really like this idea, so I made it a short scenario at the very least.

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Quentin Smith

The survivor encampment was silent and still, the only sound coming from the occasional rustling of the leaves in the surrounding trees. Most of the survivors were huddled inside their tents, either trying to catch some sleep or preparing offerings for the trials that were sure to come. Quentin, however, had found a spot by a lonesome tree a little ways away from the center of the camp where he could read in peace. The bonfire's light didn't reach that far, but the Entity had provided unextinguishable torches that cast a warm glow over the area.

As he read, Quentin couldn't help but notice how thick the fog had become, obscuring even the eternal moon from view.

The Entity’s pleased.

Quentin bites the inside of his lip in anger and frustration.

The trials had been more frequent and intense lately, and the negative energy from the survivors was palpable. Some had even been forced to run trials back-to-back with no time to rest in between. Quentin knew the toll this took on the mind and body; it was an experience he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. Let alone upon the person he currently loves most.

Just then, he saw a familiar figure approaching him.

You drew nearer and Quentin could see the fear and lack of sleep etched onto your face. He felt his jaw clench for but a second.

He put down his book and waited patiently as you gathered your thoughts after you’d stopped in front of him, looking more so at his hands than at his face.

"Quentin, I-I-," you began, hesitating. Quentin remained silent, sensing that you needed time to find the right words.

Finally, you took a deep breath and spoke. "Is it alright if I sleep by your side? I-I can't really sleep alone anymore. The nightmares have been getting worse since I've been forced to run more trials than usual." As mentioned before; you’re scared and tired, made prevalent by the deep bags that are hanging from below your lower eyelids and the low-spirited haze that’s casted over your eyes. 

Quentin nodded, understanding all too well the toll that the trials could take on a person's mental health. You settle down against his side, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, offering comfort and support.

As you settled in for the night, you began to open up about your experiences with each and every trial you’ve had thus far. You spoke of how you noticed how your memories had been fragmented and distorted by the Entity's influence, with clear memories of pain and fear but hazy recollections of the details. You knew which killer had taken your life and how, but the memories were incomplete, as if snipped away with complete disregard.

"That's what scares me," you admitted. "I know we've been through so many trials, but it's like the Entity is wiping the slate relatively clean after every death. It's like we're not even supposed to remember what happened to us."

Quentin listened quietly, his grip on you tightening. He too had felt the effects of the Entity's power, the way it distorted reality and played with the survivors' minds. But he also knew that the survivors were stronger than the Entity gave them credit for. They had each other, and that was something the Entity couldn’t easily take away. Not as long as it wants to instill a certain kind of hope within them. This includes the two of you.

"It's okay to be scared," Quentin said softly. "But remember, you're not alone. You have me, and we're in this together. We'll get through it, no matter what."

You nodded a bit weakly and snuggle closer to Quentin before closing your eyes. Even still, he could feel that it was hard for you to fall asleep by the way you moved. His words weren't enough...

But when you finally did fall asleep, perhaps for the first time in a long time, he felt himself relax as well. In comparison, the warm glow of the torches provided a little comfort. Yet to him, you served as the reminder that even in the darkest mists, there was still even a bit of solace to be found. Even if it's just for a moment.

If only he could make it last forever instead...

#dbd #dead by daylight #quentin smith #nightmare on elm street #yandere #dbd x reader #reader insert

[yanderedbdimagines]

Oh I saw the ask about the lock locker with the reader inside can you do it with the other killers The Doctor The Legion The Ghostface The Trickster of your choice ^^ like they got a chance to kidnap there darling but the entity lock the locker the darling is in to spite/punish them

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I like writing about this request a bit too much to only chose one of them, so I chose them all. >:D For the Legion I chose Julie Kostenko.

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WARNING: Mentions of torture! Blood, gore, cussing, etc. Very descriptive.

The Doctor

‘Damn it,’ is all you could think in complete and utter frustration as you found yourself locked within the locker on the main floor of the Huntress’s cabin. Just as you swore that the Doctor’s ran past you, you tried to get out and sneak out the way he just came through from, but the doors just wouldn’t give in. 

What makes the matter worse is that you’re the only one left. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fully realize that you are completely at the mercy of one of the most sadistic killers in the realm.

As if sensing your fear, the Doctor's fluorescent eyes peer down through the slats in the locker's door. You can feel his gaze burning into you, and a shiver runs down your spine. You try to stay quiet, but the static in the air only grows stronger, indicating that he knows that you’re in there. As result, your skin’s being prickled by the crackling air that found its way inside of your little space. It’s highly uncomfortable as a continuous tingling sensation, which borderlines to a humming pain, is affecting nearly every patch of your skin.

Suddenly, the Doctor's twisted laughter fills the air, and you realize that he has been toying with you all along. Your stomach churns with fear and anger at the realization that you have played right into his hands.

You fall back against the wall with a defeated sob before sliding downward, your heart haven jumped up into a frenzy and with your lungs already gasping aloud since of a sudden shortage of air due to an ever larger amount of fear jolting through your veins- aware that he could open the doors at any second.

You’re getting sick and you feel like you’re about to puke all over yourself. You can already imagine various scenarios in which he’s already torturing you to death. Very slowly flaying off your skin and precisely trimming through the flesh underneath in order to pick apart your nerves, nails pulled off before traded in by electrodes, skin around your head skinned wide open for better access to your skull before that’s broken wide open… You’ve involuntarily seen short snippets of the videos in the Lery’s memorial institute during few of the trials you’ve ran so far, haven showed you what he’s capable of.

One other method springs out to you the most; how he’s about to fry your brains out in the most painful way possible. His way of how he prefers to kill nearly each and every survivor. Quick, but very, very painful. The survivors who died this way can only remember that it hurt like hell, but they can’t fully remember how hellish it was after they were resurrected by the Entity shortly after. Obviously, you don’t want to find this out yourself, but it seems like this is about to be your first time.

You proceed to close your eyes and cradle your own body as pure panic consumes you from the inside out… But…

“Oh?~” The killer hums.

You dare to open your eyes again, only to see him turn away from you.

You listen closely to the fading footsteps before slowly standing up as the prickle of the skin disappears along with it. Peering out through the roster, the Doctor is nowhere in sight.

You swallow. He must be trying to give you this false sense of security. For all you know, he may be staring at the locker right now and waiting for the moment where you may end up succeeding to leave the locker.

Decided, you stay put. And just as you started to question if you should make a mad dash for it after all after a few minutes has passed by, something dark twisted and swerved around your body.

From just outside of the room, the Doctor witnessed how the Entity took you, and he could already imagine where to.

He sighs deeply before chuckling to himself.

Herman had hoped for this to be the moment to bring you back to his territory and have you all to himself, but the moment he pulled at the handle of the locker, he already knew that he wasn’t even allowed to. This was confirmed just a few minutes after as he closely watched and waited of what would happen; also yearning for the moment if you did get out just so that he could catch you off guard and kidnap you by force.

Still…

Maybe he’s not allowed to have you right now, but the Doctor will do everything in his power to be allowed to have you in the near future.

The Ghostface

You find yourself huddled in the cramped confines of the red locker, your heart pounding in your chest as you hear Ghostface’s raspy breathing just inches away. You had been separated from one of your teammates during the chase, and had to duck into the nearest hiding spot which you could find after you swore you’d lost him. But now, you’re trapped, with no way out and no one to help you- made evident by an intrusive thought that barged through your mind of how you somehow know that they've left through the gates.

The other survivor just went up and abandoned you.

Ghostface's voice suddenly crackles through the locker's vents, startling you out of your thoughts. "Hey there, little bird," he says in his signature distorted voice. "What are you doing hiding in there? Come out and talk to me."

You stay silent, hoping he'll give up and fuck off. “Shit. Now that’s just rude. Staying quiet like that.” But Ghostface is persistent, and he keeps talking; "You know you can't stay in there forever," he says. "Why not come out? I promise I won't ruffle your feathers too badly."

You can feel the panic rising in your chest as his words sink in. You know that if you stay in the locker too long, the Entity might jump in. But the thought of facing Ghostface, with his razor-sharp knife and twisted mind, is almost too much to bear as well.

As the minutes tick by, Ghostface grows increasingly agitated, his breathing becoming more erratic and his words more desperate. "Fuck! Come on, come on, come on," he mutters under his breath. "Why won't you come out? The clock's ticking, sweetheart."

You grip your head. And for a fleeting second, you start to think it actually may be better to face his blade than to feel a spider's leg puncture through your stomach. The killer senses this, and he tries to speak again- perhaps one last attempt to get you to come out.

A low groan suddenly rattles through the air and interrupts him, a sound similar to that of a sinking ship. Only one source is capable of making such a noise.

A thick black mist begins to seep into the locker, swirling around you in thick tendrils. He suddenly screams in anger, haven seen the occurrence the second he looked down. “NO! Don’t you fucking do this to me!” A loud bang follows- indicating that the killer’s rammed his body against the doors as a desperate attempt to get inside.

You suddenly find yourself back at the campfire not long after, surrounded by the other survivors. Jake is there, looking concerned, as he asks you what happened.

You try to explain what happened in the locker, but your words come out jumbled and incoherent. All you can remember is the feeling of being trapped, the sound of Ghostface's voice, and the overwhelming sense of relief when the mist swept you away.

As the other survivors comfort you, you can't help but wonder what would have happened if you had stayed in the locker a moment longer. Would Ghostface have managed to coax you out, or would the Entity have intervened regardless?

One thing is for certain: the horrors of the Fog are not to be underestimated. Including the unpredictable kind as the Ghostface’s just showed to you.

The Legion(Julie Kostenko)

“I’m not here to kill you.” You hear from the other side of the wooden surface.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself, trying to push away the fear that threatens to consume you. You glance at Julie through the narrow slits in the locker door, trying to read her body language. She seems sincere, but you can't be sure for as long as she’s donning that signature mask of hers. “Listen; I know you’re very scared right now, but I mean it when I say that I don’t want to hurt you.”

She's saying that now because she can't get inside. Still...

You considering Julie's words carefully. It's true that she hasn't harmed you, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can trust her. The Legion is known for their cruelty and unpredictable behavior, after all.

“Please, know that I'm not like the others. I don't enjoy hurting people anymore. I just...I just want to be understood, you know? I mean, have I ever hurt you as of late?"

She’s right. To date, she’s basically the only killer who hasn’t, and there has to be a good reason why the Entity has locked you in here because of that.

But at the same time, this could also be a ruse. After all, it’s a stone-cold fact that she’s a killer, and you simply do not know what it is that she’s trying to pull here. For all you know, she’s been playing around with you all along and simply wants to kill you once you’d set a foot outside- mocking you in one of the most twisted of ways just so that she could tell it in full detail to the other Legion members later on.

"Why should I believe you?" you ask, your voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

Julie sighs, leaning against the locker from the other side. "I get it. You don't trust me. And I don't blame you. But you have to understand, we're not like the others. We're not just mindless killers. We have a code."

"A code?" you repeat, incredulous.

Julie nods. "Yeah. A code. We stick together. We don't hurt each other. And we don't kill for fun. Only when we have to. Only when the Entity forces us to."

You consider her words, weighing them against everything you've seen in the Fog. The Legion has always seemed different from the other killers. More... human, in a way. But that doesn't mean you're ready to let your guard down just yet. Not for as long as you remember how they killed any other survivor during a trial, especially the way Julie did.

"I appreciate that you're trying to reassure me," you say finally, your voice shaky, but obviously tainted by semi-sarcasm. "But I don't trust you. And I don’t think I’ll ever will."

There's a long moment of silence, and you can hear Julie pacing outside the locker as if she’s morphed into a starving animal. You hold your breath, waiting for what's next.

But suddenly, something cold swiftly crept up your legs, and you hear a surprised gasp, the sound of a knife falling to the ground before distinct clattering of someone repeatedly pulling against the doors infiltrates your sense of sound.

You feel the familiar sensation of being transported away by the Entity's power as everything shortly goes black.

You blink, disoriented, as you find yourself standing at the campfire.

Julie is obviously nowhere in sight, and you can't help but wonder what might have happened if you had trusted her and stepped out of the locker. But for now, all you can do is try to stay alive and hope that you'll eventually make it out of this seemingly never-ending nightmare.

The Trickster

Yun-Jin Lee had told you and the other survivors everything she knew about the Trickster when she was the newest one to arrive in the Fog. A tradition held so that each and every survivor could make plans and mental preparations in case they’d face him for the very first time- making sure the chance would be as low as possible that they’d ever get caught off guard by one of the newest killers.

Yun-Jin had described each of the Trickster's inhumane killings, displaying his unique style of general torture method.

You had listened intently, taking in every word and committing each detail to memory. You didn't want to be caught off guard by the Trickster, not like the way some of the other survivors already had been.

In exchange, all of you filled her in about the other killers roaming the Fog.

Her words replay over and over again as you found yourself shivering underneath the yellow gaze of the killer in question, separated only by the locked doors of the infamous red locker, and all that preparation seemed to be for nothing.

Your breath catches in your throat as he starts to talk to you with a very thick Korean accent coating each and every word; “The things I’d do to have your undivided attention on me like this more often. The things I’d do now to have this moment last forever. The things I’d do for you. The things I’d do to you.” He chuckles dryly. “Sadly, the Entity has already decided that I’m only allowed to have so very little of you.”

He presses his forehead against the roster, his eyes never wavering from yours. It almost reminds you of a kid trying to be as close to their favorite zoo animal for as far as the fence would allow them. A creepy and downright murderous kid…

"Say my name," he demands suddenly, his tone firm and unwavering. “Say it. I know you’re aware of what my name is.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond. A braggart laugh flees him- clearly crazy and psychotic in content. "Silence? Shame, but I'll find a way to get you to say my name once I've dragged you back to my place. Now that I think of it, when do you plan to get out of there?” He tilts his head as his almond-shaped eyes narrow in feigned amusement. “Soon, I hope?"

You try to push the fear down, but it's overwhelming. You are trapped, with no way out. You pray that the other survivors will come to your rescue, but deep down you know that it is unlikely. The Entity apparently has its own rules, and it wasn't always on your side.

You are quickly proven wrong as a sudden cold encircled your body, shadows soon overtaking most of your vision.

You feel something flutter on top of you the moment the darkness enveloped you in its cold embrace completely. At the campfire, you realized that it was a signed photograph of him that he has slid inside at the last possible second.

You couldn't help but shiver at the memory of the Trickster's twisted charm as you instantly chuck it into the fire. Yun-Jin Lee had warned you about him, but nothing could have prepared you for the sickening thrill that he brought to the Fog.

#dbd x reader #dbd #the trickster #the doctor #dead by daylight #reader #yandere #insert #the legion #the ghostface #scream #julie kostenko #ji woon hak #herman carter #danny johnson #jed olsen

[yanderedbdimagines]

How about Oni winning a "Trial Impossible" thing?(Like what you wrote with the Huntress and the Wraith?) Like a scenario about what he'd do with that prolonged amount of time with his "s/o"

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Phew, I'm momentarily back from the dead again. I think I made it more of a reaction than a scenario, but I hope it's still up to par with any original expectations you may have had.

BTW: I see they changed some stuff when I try to post something.

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The Oni

The imposing man, standing near the temple's main stairwell, watches your every move with intense scrutiny.

Despite the terrifying mask that covers his face, you feel his gaze upon you and it sends shivers down your spine. You swallowed, not liking it one bit.

The Oni, as he is known, has been uncharacteristically silent and distant since he won the Entity's trial. It was a trial unlike any other- the kind of trial that you nor the other survivors have never seen before in this form, with elements of a typical trial but with its own unique challenges.

The killer, however, seemed to have anticipated the trial and prepared for it in a way that seemed unusual to you. He communed with the Entity through deep meditation, something you had never seen him do before. During the trial, you realized what he had requested - nightingale floors installed around your room. The wooden floors would squeak and groan with each step, making it impossible for the other survivors to approach you without alerting the killer. It was this tactic that allowed him to win the game and claim victory, as the other survivors couldn’t even get close to you in the slightest without letting their presence be known.

You hated it. You hated him. You just couldn’t help it.

The Oni could sense your animosity towards him, made evident by how you seemingly welcomed the trial with open arms once you understood that the Entity granted you the chance to be rescued by the other survivors.

He understands that this only made his attempts at courting you even more difficult than it already was.

The language barrier between the two of you only added to the challenge, as were the customs of courtship in his time that were vastly different from those in yours. He realized that mutual consent must be a staple in your culture, and perhaps his physical advances were too much too soon.

If he wants to win you over, the Oni knows he must learn more about you and your world- your mind. He must understand your thoughts and beliefs, and what life was like for you before the Entity took you.

He recognizes that he needs to learn this English language, which has become the common means of communication in modern times. The Oni sees this as an opportunity to learn from none other than you.

With all the time in the world, he can dedicate himself to learning the language and gaining a better understanding of you and everything that you are. It could even lead to him recreating aspects of your former life, within the confines of this dark universe and his own outdated mindset.

In the end, the Oni knows that if he truly wants to make you his, he must put in the effort to bridge the gap between the two of you. He must learn from you and understand you, and he hopes that his efforts will be enough to win your heart.

#dbd #dbd x reader #the oni dbd #yandere #reader #insert #dead by daylight

[yanderedbdimagines]

The doctor with an obsession who feels no pain the moment they were taken by the Entity. Short scenario

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Oh this is going to be a difficult one, but I’ll try my best. I hope you’ll like what I have come up with.

Note: Finally done editing because I kept making a certain mistake somewhere(him wondering about the origin of the condition xD). It should be reasonable now, but I’m obviously not a doctor myself.

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The Doctor

At first glance, nothing stood out to him that allowed him to immediately distinguish you from the other survivors. But over time, he considered you an interesting lab rat from the very first moment he actively chased you during one of the many trials. How you always managed to evade him somehow, and didn't let his electroshock therapy faze you in the slightest, greatly increasing his interest in you as he slowly began to see you as something completely different. Something more.

You run through the Yamaoka estate with one hand pressed to your side, your movements seeming to slowly slacken as small pools of blood are left in your wake. You are still vigilant as you look around, but it is clear at this point that you think you are safe as you sneak into the small shrine built close to the Yamaoka family residence.

Herman wonders why you are injured in the first place, and why he didn't hear you scream the moment you got it. That's where his hypothesis comes in, and he's eager to put it to the test.

For the first time, he has no trouble catching up with you. But instead of hitting you with his pointed weapon and carrying you to the nearest hook, he slams you hard against the nearest wooden beam and pins you there by the collar of your shirt, already sensing that you are not responding to this sudden action alone. One that should have sparked a great deal of pain and discomfort. 

He is even more pleasantly surprised when you look up in anger instead of in pain, the sight of your blood seeping through your shirt and the side of your pants causing a tiny giggle to erupt from his chest.

This anger quickly turns to fear the moment you realize who it is that is pressing you against the wooden frame as you try to wriggle yourself away from him, clearly unfazed by the deep gash dug into the flesh just above your hip.

He drops his weapon towards the matted flooring in order to lift up the brim of your shirt and his other hand wraps around your neck so that he can hold you in place more easily. You freeze up as you grab onto his forearm. Still, you note the lack of static dancing through the air, as well as the obvious sparks that should normally be leaping from the metal wiring protruding from his bulky arms.

Quickly distracted, you look down the moment you feel something prod at your wound.

The doctor watches you closely as he sticks his thumb as roughly and deeply as he can into the red crater, only to receive a blank stare in response to that action as your eyes lift to meet his gaze, a confused expression now mixed with the ever-present fear. Immediately after, panic breaks through as your eyes widen to the size of saucers - you already have a hunch of what the killer might be thinking. This was confirmed by the following.

"Insensitivity to pain? My, what a rare test subject you are,~" he giggles softly, having barely moved an inch and keeping his attention fully focused on you. He really wonders what has caused this serious abnormality in your nervous system. Perhaps it is congenital, meaning you can’t feel pain from the moment you were born? A sensory neuropathological cause is also a possibility. Oh how he wonders, unaware that it is simply the Entity that has taken away your sense of pain…

You trash around again, trying to deliver a solid kick to his lower leg while you’re at it and trying to roughly pry his hand away from your neck, not caring that you are scratching your own skin in the process.

He continues to watch you with utmost fascination, mentally jotting down all your movements for future documentation.

“HEY! Assface! O-Over here!”

He is interrupted by an insult and a stick aimed at the side of his head.

The source of both is none other than Steve Harrington.

The young man swallows and takes a step back as the killer turns his attention to the smaller man. But he remains still as the killer does not pursue him as he had previously expected.

You see an opening about a few seconds in as you decide to pull harshly at one of the thicker cables protruding from the dark skin that is running along Herman's arm, not caring at all that you were zapped in the process. This forces him to let go of you as he lets out a high-pitched groan from the intense toothache-like pain.

You could tell he was surprised by that attack alone, and you'd swear you heard a sound of pleasure mingling through that strange groan as well.

You shake your fear-riddled head as you run after Steve with a hand pressed to your open wound. Gross and insane. It must have been your wild and despaired imagination currently playing its sick tricks on you. You really, really hope that’s the case.

The Doctor staggers for a moment in euphoria after finding his bearings before stepping forward to pick up his weapon, his fluorescent eyes now reflecting a deep desire alongside the distinct curiosity he still harbors for you.

He glances at your retreating form one last time as he opts to chase Steve, just after you suddenly split in two separate directions.

With a new found purpose, he immediately contemplates a whole new set of plans. One in which your sacrifice by his hands will be replaced by a potential fate that's much more different than before...

#dbd #dead by daylight #yandere #reader #insert #dbd x reader #reader insert #herman carter #the doctor

[yanderedbdimagines]

How about a survivor who somehow knows of the Archives existence and took the chance to leave the campfire in search for it in hopes of escaping the Entity’s realm one way or another, only to accidentally stumble into the Hillbilly’s territory who’s absolutely obsessed with them? A scenario would be nice! Thank you!

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You have no idea how much I like this! :D Personally, I have the feeling that the Archives might be the closest thing to a get-away from the horrors in the Entity’s realm any person stuck there could wish for. Especially since the Observer, the one operating the Archives, knows more about the realm than any of the killers and the survivors ever could. Of course, if I read the lore right, the Observer doesn’t know how to leave the realm himself, but it might be the safest place in the Fog for the survivor to be in, I bet.

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The Hillbilly

The disfigured man hears whispers in the wind, directing him to the east side of the unkept farm- his farm. He listens intently and grips his chainsaw and hammer even more tightly in his rough hands. A warning from the Entity- warning him that there is an intruder near his land. But which one could it be? One of the young adults dressed with a grinning mask? The tall man in blue overalls and a white face that acts as a mask? A strange creature with a flower-shaped mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth that is actually its face? 

He shivers restlessly, white-hot fury already bubbling up in his lanky body and burning his veins in the process. He never really had a good relationship with any of the killers, not even the one he got to know as Bubba Sawyer, the Cannibal. In fact, the only moment the two of them willingly interact with one another is when they exchange the Hillbilly’s slaughtered pigs for Bubba’s mechanical parts and maintenance products for chainsaws and agricultural vehicles. Nothing more, nothing less. If it weren’t for that, Max might have attacked that stupid man a long time ago; jealousy, bloodlust and self-preservation of his own skin the main motives. Not that his face is worthy enough to be worn, apparently.

And before you wonder, he saw and still sees flashes of the Cannibal’s past any time the two interact. Maybe that's a way for the Entity to keep the Hillbilly's killer's motives at a high level and keeping him on his toes as result. A strange way to keep the killers isolated from each other and motivated to kill each other all at the same time- sharing corruption and twisted emotions. The dark being basically dangles it in front of the heads of some who need the discipline that friendship is not, and never will be, an option given all their natures and upbringings. And that the anger and frustration that almost always ensues after such interactions, and is often fueled by misunderstandings, can only be extinguished during trials. Well, most of the time, because a killer killing another killer does happen occasionally, but not as often as it would have if the Entity had not interfered when necessary.

He approaches the edge of the outer boundary of Coldwind farm and sees from afar that a shadow is moving rapidly in the dark thicket. A bush rustles and whips aside before the swaying of tall corn stalks implies that the unknown killer thought it a good idea to position itself in the fields. Precisely the fields that are a part of his territory....

His breathing becomes shallow and filled with resentment as he himself walks straight into the dark yellow vegetation, his beady eyes peering for a head to violently smash his bulky hammer against and show them that this kind of provocation might as well be their death sentence.

He is already brandishing the hammer high above his head as he approaches the familiar crunch of footfalls on dry ground, but slows down when he notices that the intruder seems a lot smaller than he expected; just a tad bit taller than that skinny lady with the big hand.

He swings anyway when a hooded head pops fully into view, only to be paralyzed to the bone when an all too familiar pitch of the voice makes his ears twitch as the figure dodges the hammer at the last possible moment, hitting nothing but greenery instead. 

You change your course and run as fast as you possibly can, your backpack rippling during the movement. Max stares after you in a mesmerized daze.

It’s you…

Why are you here?

In the few years he has served the Entity thus far, he has rarely encountered a survivor wandering so far from the safety of a campfire as the one after the latest mass shift. The last time he saw a survivor within his area in such a manner was many months ago.

No. He doesn’t want to think about that- about him…

He is not delusional. He understands that you are not here for him. For you, a very unfavorable situation that came through a bout of bad luck. But for him, exactly the opposite is the case. Although, he is still very curious about where you were headed to. Maybe that backpack of yours can give him more insight into that? after all, he doubts you'll tell him voluntarily. As he learned from TV, some people will do almost anything to hide a secret from a person they dislike, no matter how insignificant it is.

He shakes his head, the anger in his blood gradually replaced by an emotion much lighter and more heavenly as he drops his tools with a thud. He won’t need them right now… Not with you…

He straightens his back, his spine popping loudly in the process before quickly limping after you at a speed even faster than before.  

You don’t stand a chance.

You scream as something heavy quickly tackles you to the ground, yanking your backpack off you and throwing it somewhere to the side before pinning you belly-side down to the ground. You try to turn around, struggling in the process, and try to swipe an arm back whenever you see an opening. In response, he simply grabs your wrists before nailing them down as well. 

Whilst you are shortening your life span through unfiltered inner panic alone, as ecstatic the Hillbilly is with finally having you within his grasp in a way he could have never dreamed of before.

Sure, it's clear that there's still a lot of work to be done to get you to trust him, but there's now hope and a solid goal for him to work on. One that is now approachable and seemingly possible to achieve.

He just hopes that you will also open yourself up to the idea of spending the rest of your life close by his side.

The very first step would be to try and get you to talk about why you left the survivor's camp in the first place. 

#dbd #dead by daylight #reader #insert #dbd x reader #yandere #reader insert #hillbilly #max thompson jr #archives

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey there. Can i get some pig and huntress nsfw if thats okay. Never done an ask before but i think this is how it works.

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No worries. Requesting something isn’t the hardest thing in the world, luckily. xD Especially if you've read the rules if a blog has them. And if it was alright, I have decided to do headcanons for this one. A bit of a follow-up for the Huntress and a first time case for the Pig.

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Warning: NSFW below!

The Huntress

* As mentioned before; she’s very vanilla in the bedroom, but she’s always open to new ideas. There may be many positions that she ends up disliking, but sex is a live and learn situation anyhow, so she feels like she should try them at least once.

* There are certain kinks she'd rather not get into, especially if you're the type who might secretly be a bit of a masochist. She could never hurt you on purpose, even if you gave her permission to do so. You would have to beg and encourage her until she finally gives in.

* The kink she will fully embrace is the breeding kink. Her hands will instantly be on you if you’d ever go as far as deliberately mention a single word about it.

* She’s very good with her hands, and usually manages to adjust her strength accordingly… She also has a gift for finding your sensitive spots.

* She can be surprisingly submissive in bed, but she often forgets her own strength and can often morph into a power bottom halfway through instead.

The Pig

* The way she fight and the way she kills… The same building blocks can be found in the way she likes to please her partner. And she'll do so with a will and obsession, as if you've become her new addiction - a new and exciting drug she can't stay away from. In a way, she appreciates you as much as life itself.

* Her way of pleasing you is usually through the use of sex toys. She is a quick learner, so she is able to learn which ones you like and which ones you don't, just by watching your physical reactions. Of course, she prioritizes your comments and opinions during the process as well.

* Safe words. Safe words, safe words, safe words. You will need them. Why?

* She loves to torment her lover in bed. Over-stimulation will be a daily feature for as long as you let her. She loves to watch you squirm. She also loves the reverse scenario where you are also in complete control of her. Maybe a game can be played of who can go the most rounds or who can last the longest.

* Do know that frustrated sex will happen surprisingly often if you are a survivor. There are many reasons for these sudden swings in her interaction with you. This includes; you having to interact with other survivors in and outside trials, being forced to participate in trials with killers that aren’t her, and the fact that she often worries about your well-being and knows full well there is not much she can do to prevent it all from happening. 

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #reader #insert #reader insert #yandere #the huntress #anna #the pig #amanda young #saw

[yanderedbdimagines]

Yandere plat Demogorgon headcanons with obsesson trying to get them outside trials.

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Ohho. Platonic Demogorgon. :D It’s a real shame they have removed this iconic beast from the game though unless you’d already bought the chapter 13 DLC, along with Steve and Nancy.

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The Demogorgon

Definitely the only killer openly trying to infiltrate the survivors' camp to get at you - basically defying everything the Entity stands for, just by basic instinct and misplaced loyalty alone.

In fact, after it had just barely met you, the first three-four times it tried to enter by burrowing straight into the middle of the camp through the upside down, its access was blocked by none other than the Entity. It was still a bit of a frightening event for you and the rest of the survivors, as the ground randomly bumped up and pulsed for quite a while before disappearing again as quickly as it had come. Not only that, but all the lights and electronic devices flickered on and off during the same time period, indicating that the cause was none other than the Demogorgon.

This beast is smarter than it looks, because after those attempts it will use various animal-like tactics to get to where you are. For example, the Demogorgon has tried several times to sneak into the camp in your own dimension, but was blocked by the infamous black spikes each time it reached the border. However, that doesn't stop it from trying occasionally to this day.

Sometime later, a new tactic developed when it tried to run inside with a terrifying scream, only to run into that same wall. Again, it forced the survivors to be very vigilant during these events.

The Demogorgon often began biting at the spikes in an attempt to break through, but to no avail. 

Trying to reach you as you travel from one campfire to another didn't work either. The Entity always finds a way to intervene. This includes sending another killer to prevent it from intercepting you.

That doesn't stop it from trying anyway. And who knows. Maybe it will eventually find a hole in the net, snatch you, and drag you to its nest sometime in the near future.

#demogorgon #dbd #dead by daylight #reader #dbd x reader #insert #stranger things #yandere

[yanderedbdimagines]

Not a request or ask,just want to say welcome back!Hope your life is going well

Thank you very much! Life is giving me a bit of a breather right now, so I'm doing well. :) I hope you're doing fine too.

The only thing I do hope for myself is, when I suddenly turn silent again, it won't be for as long as a year.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Could I ask for more huntress with a female reader? I really like how you write them.

Merging the following three requests:

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For some reason, I always see the huntress as a bit of a housemother when it comes to her obsession. Especially when she realizes of what she’d need to do to keep someone else alive, including children. Therefore, I have to apologize if she comes across a little ooc, although I could argument that the Entity may have helped her a little bit. xD It wouldn’t want to resurrect you over and over again after continuous starvation now that a tiny part of its food source won’t be in trials anymore.

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Warning: Slight! NSFW below! 

The Huntress

A small shiver overtakes you as an all too familiar tune hits your ear before you make yourself smaller in the claustrophobic space that is tucked beneath the cottage’s staircase, the metal chain around your neck tinkling as you move. Your left side digs into the many children’s books she gave you right after she chained you to the wall because of an escape attempt right after she had brought you here. Unfortunately, these books are all in Russian, and you can’t understand them in the least.

The door on the side swings open, the woman in the rabbit mask marches in with a hand behind her back.

Her humming is at its softest compared to all the times you’ve heard it before. Even compared to the time when she had unorthodoxly captured you during your last trial before hauling your struggling form straight to her territory in the Fog.

You look up at her fearfully as your hands tighten around the upper arms they are clasped around. Of course you are afraid of her. She has you in a place where she can do whatever she wants with you. This counts extra heavily because the Entity is allowing it for some reason, making you fear the worst.

You flinch when the hand hidden behind her back is thrust towards you, revealing a dark red apple. By the small swish of her hand, you eventually understand that she wants you to have it. Still on your toes, you slowly take it from her larger hand, shuddering at the slightest touch of her skin.

Seemingly satisfied, she towers back up to her original height before walking away again into the outside world, leaving you all alone. The door was closed and you stare at it for another five minutes or so, your nerves simmering down when you realized she wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

Only now do you realize how hungry you are, your stomach growling in response, the barely present aroma of the fruit in your hand finding its way to your nose. You take a bite out of it and soon marvel at its sweet taste. Under normal circumstances, you might even have let out a small squeal and a wide smile at how delicious it is. Instead, you are only slightly relieved that she didn't mean to hurt you....

About a day passed. She came back with roast venison and another apple.

The day after, she came back with roast rabbit and freshly picked plums.

Each time you gradually felt more relaxed in her presence and she slowly visited you more often.

At least a week or two after that, she returns empty-handed, but she did something you didn’t see coming by far. With a click, she removes the metal chain around your neck, pulls you up by your arm and leads you to the back of the cottage.  

There she had set down a metal tub of clean water and has thrown a small pile of simple clothes and a towel-like piece of cloth next to it.

Then, for the hundredth time since your capture, she leaves you alone yet again, but this time she lingers so close that you can still hear her from a reasonable distance.  

You can tell she wants you to take a bath and change into some clean clothes. This actually makes you happy, because the last time you were able to clean yourself may have been ages ago. However, it also makes you suspicious of her intentions.

You consider the possibilities. Take the risk and try to escape again now that this unpleasant and slightly painful chain is off you, or actually indulge her for a little while anyway?

You consciously dip your hand into the water. It feels good. Neither too warm, nor too cold. With a loud sigh, you make a decision you might regret later.

After stripping down to your bare minimum, you step into the tub and quivering in delight at the sensation of the water embracing your legs, before lowering yourself further until only your head is still above the water. You remain to sit a certain way for at least a minute or two.

A pleased little sigh then escapes you as you rub the dirt and grime from your body and dip your head under the water’s surface to wet your hair.

But after you surface again, you let out a loud gasp, moments after turning your head slightly, before throwing your arms in front of your naked chest. 

The huntress looks at you with your dirty clothes now in her arms. She tilts her head and begins to hum, leaving again just as quickly as she had quietly entered.

You stare after her large but surprisingly feminine figure, a burning sensation crawling up your neck before it finds its way to the tip of your ears and both your cheeks.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you quickly gaze your eyes downward at the water you’re currently bathing in.

How long has she been standing there? Do you even want to know?

You try to calm your beating heart, a little bit embarrassed by your own thoughts. Maybe she doesn’t even consider you in such a way- a potential romantic partner. But it could partially explain her infatuation with you. At least, if you ignore the possibility that she sees you as nothing more than a child she has to take care of…

You throw your head back slightly as the burning feeling slowly dissipates.

Perhaps time will tell. But for now, maybe it's best that you stay for at least a little while. And when there is finally an opening in the metaphorical net she has stretched around you, you will try to escape.

After all, you believe that her current kindness to you is not guaranteed to persist as it is. She is, after all, a killer, and they can be as unpredictable as they come.

#dbd #the huntress #dead by daylight #yandere #reader #insert #reader insert #dbd x reader #anna

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey, can I get something for a yandere dwight with a new fem!survivor? There's not enough of this boy :')

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But of course! And I agree! We need more Dwight content in this world.

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Dwight Fairfield

* You became the center of his attention from the moment he had the opportunity to talk to you, a day after you were taken by the Entity. Every word you spoke and every little movement you made… You entranced him.

* He will become a devotee of your absolute existence. But he will be so in secret until he finds the moment when he’s sure that he has a reasonable chance with you to ask you out, and when he has built up enough courage to do so.

* Within certain trials, it is guaranteed that he’d take on the role of mentor and leader if he finds that you’re a part of it. Breaking through his overall fear and shyness, he somehow manages to teach you the ropes when it comes to finding objects, the totems’ spawning locations and how to effectively repair the generators. He also manipulates the other seasoned survivors to help you in dicey situations if he ever finds the opportunity to do so. He’ll even lie if he feels it is needed.

* Outside these trials, he returns to his withdrawn shell while secretly watching you from a distance. This kind of aloofness makes it hard for you to believe that he is one of the Fog's veterans. One who is held in high esteem by his peers, even if he humbly tries to wave that off any time you try to bring that up. 

* A bit of a closet pervert when it comes to certain aspects of your body under certain circumstances. The subtle sway of your hips when you walk past him is the most guaranteed thing to drive him wild with want.

#dbd #yandere #dwight fairfield #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #reader #insert #reader insert

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey, I don't want this to sound rude at all, but are you okay? You haven't posted in a while and it stopped kind of abruptly.

I'm not fishing for posts but just wanted to make sure that you were okay and all. ❤️

Thank you very much for checking up on me! And if anything, you don't sound rude at all! The opposite's the case if you ask me.

Although from a certain internal point, I can see why it may seem so since, frankly said, it's pretty rude of me to have fallen off the face of the world like that without at least giving you guys a proper explanation at least a few weeks back. So I'll note it down here just in case;

I'm afraid that due to college, I can't really find the motivation to write at the moment. Schoolwork's hitting me in the face at every chance they get and my weekend job isn't making it any easier right now.

But at least I'm alive, healthy and still happy about the education I'm gratefully following(although it can be difficult + a lot), so don't worry about me on that aspect. :P

Again, I'd like to thank you for trying to see if I'm ok. I'll try to get back into it once I find the time and the motivation, but I'm afraid to make promises at this point.