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#Bill Overbeck
catboygirljoker · 1 year
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nijuukoo · 1 year
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Forget 2023, let's just party like it's 2009
Happy new year! Hope y'all have your own safehouse shenanigans ♥
Memes used: 1 2
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aho-bot · 2 months
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Another batch of characters reduced to basic shapes: zombie apocalypse edition These were just as fun to come up with as the mercs were!
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Bill art!!!!!
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haii!!! this si my art i drew this i hope u guys like it!!! i rarely draw like full beards so it was a bit of a struggle
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zxid · 1 year
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L4D rochelle and bill sketches.
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dumb-post-cowboy · 1 year
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More of this please
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marioggy · 4 months
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I've been wanting to draw a few characters for a looooong time.
So I did.
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/// never rendering again 
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somecrimsondream · 3 months
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The man behind the mask 🌚🌝
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pumpkinpowder · 10 months
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Commission 💛
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kapkant7 · 1 year
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My DbD mains all got an hour on the Entity provided communal PC each and this is what they did.
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yoitsgb · 10 months
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gatitties · 6 months
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Cooking time
─Dbd x gn!teen!reader (platonic)
─Summary: you using a kitchen with a survivor and a killer, what could go wrong?
─Warnings: slight mention of blood and dead animal bodies
ty to Gay4kitty on ao3 for the idea <333
11 < 12 > 13
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Today was a strange day, you woke up dazed and confused, more than usual, it took you at least half an hour to clear the mental haze, half an hour of staring at a fixed point while practically drooling like a living dead body. That was it, it was one of those strange days in which for one reason or another everything made you more sensitive, more aware and above all further away from your mischievous personality.
Only on these days would you crave the strangest and most unusual things, when you were in your world one time you got the impulse to clean the house (you ended up accidentally creating mustard gas), other days you would spend the day lying there staring at the ceiling, or without eating, or not stopping eating, you also found yourself doing weird 5-minute-crafts and endless stupid things or temporary cravings.
Today was one of those cravings, scrolling through your phone you kept getting ads and cooking videos, and it was your craving of the day, making cookies, it would be something simple, right? It's not like you're making a cake, you can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies.
"It seems like someone is quieter than usual, is something wrong? Did the entity cut your tongue?"
As much as you would have liked to answer that yes, your tongue had been cut out and that you would be mute for the rest of your days, you only shrugged your shoulders in response to Bill, the old man looked at you as if you had grown another head, he expelled some smoke from his cigarette and stood up from the log on which he was leaning.
"Seriously, is something wrong? You don't look like yourself."
"Yeah… I only have one goal today, I'm looking for something."
"Oh, is this something very special to you? I can help?"
You looked up from the phone like a puppy, you had found the recipe you were looking for and old Bill offered you help, although it wasn't what he expected, he couldn't refuse when he saw how your face lit up, it wasn't every day he had that vision of you, when most of your time you spent causing chaos from one place to another.
Unfortunately at the camp there was obviously nothing that could help you, no oven, no chocolate chips and some other ingredients you needed, so you had to give up some of your blood points so the damn entity would let you have your whim.
This is how you ended up in The Huntress's cabin, oddly enough it seemed to be the only one with her own kitchen and as organized as possible, just ignore the dried blood stains and gutted animal carcasses and it would be a pretty normal kitchen.
Of course you weren't going to be on her property without supervision, while you concentratedly read all the instructions you ignored a staring fight between Bill and Anna who was sharpening her ax slowly looking at the man, despite the fact that most murderers had become accustomed to having a teenager doing stupid things in their part of the forest is not the same with other survivors.
"So now we mix the butter with the flour…"
The two adults were just supervising what you were doing, Bill wasn't much of a man in the kitchen and The Huntress didn't want to break your longest streak of concentration yet, so you were doing all the work, but you didn't care. You sneezed at the least opportune moment causing part of the dough you were creating to come out of the mixing bowl, half of your face covered in flour, you turned your head slowly like in a horror movie when you heard the old man's throaty laugh and the women.
"It's not so funny, I ruined my outfit!"
"Isn't that pajamas…?"
You looked at Anna as if she had said the biggest insult anyone could have said to you in your entire short life, slapping your clothes and face clean.
"It's my favorite pajamas."
You narrowed your eyes as you saw how they both continued laughing at your misfortunes, the most sensible thing would be to start a food fight, in this case, flour, but you were beginning to come out of your calm state and your stupidest side began to bloom again, so no, you didn't start a flour war.
"Utensil war!"
Spoons, forks, plates, glasses, knives, pots and even the occasional ax on Anna's part flew from one side to the other while the beautiful intention of having some bonding time became chaotic up to this point, luckily nothing could hurt you inside the camps, otherwise you would already have a fork embedded in your hand and Bill a knife in his forehead. In a marksmanship fight Anna would definitely win.
How you managed to finish the dough while all this fighting was happening was beyond your mind, but you did it in record time, apparently having divided attention makes you more agile in something, but that was not the problem. After a battle where you almost destroyed The Huntress's house, after minimally cleaning up all the mess, hearing some complaints from Bill about his back pain and grunts from Anna at seeing the disorder, were you able to relax for a minute, yes, just one, the tranquility had to be broken.
"Were you making normal or lava cookies?"
"What?" You almost broke your neck because of how quickly you raised your head from your cell phone when you heard the old man, when you looked at the oven you could see how some black smoke was coming out of it "Damn! Why haven't you notified me?"
Bill shrugged, saying that he thought you were attentive while Anna declared that she liked them crispy, although crispy is one thing and charred is another. She helped you take them out, luckily not all of them seemed in bad condition, only the ones that were deepest in the oven were burned.
"Hey Bill, do you want to try a cookie as black as your lungs? Maybe it tastes good."
"There's no way I'm getting another cancer… how come you say so much lately, do you double up on the next one? multiply and give it away?"
"Do you mean duplicate it and give it to the next person?"
"Yes, that… I don't like sweet things very much."
You nodded, watching as Anna already seemed to be doing the tasting, you didn't know if the result was good or bad because this woman didn't seem to have any facial expression other than skepticism and disapproval.
"They are… okay?"
You took it as a positive review, ending kitchen time and your daily and impulsive craving, you had learned to do something else today, to dodge knives but above all, something that no one else should know… you had created a deadly weapon.
"I'm so tired, I think I'll sleep well today if Freddy doesn't want to play petanque in my dreams."
You throw yourself onto your bed, being greeted by your chubby hamster who looked at you as if waiting for you to tell him about your day, so you did, Cartman seemed to listen to everything intently while his big empty eyes gathered the information.
"Don't tell anyone, but this," you got up to pick up a box, inside it were the cookies that came out defective "this is a deadly weapon my friend, just look at this."
You grabbed one, throwing it with all your strength, your intention was not to hit the window of your cabin, but it ended up being like that, so strong and hard that the cookie broke the glass and not only that.
"Who the hell is throwing charcoal!? If I could have been hurt it would have split my head open!"
You didn't make out the voice of the person you had accidentally hit, but your gaze was lost in the now broken glass, once you came out of your daze, you closed the box of burnt cookies, lying back on the bed.
"You see… a very dangerous weapon."
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ulysaturn · 7 months
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some ko-fi requests!
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zxid · 1 year
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Cosmetics fan-concepts for Bill and Ace.
Bill is surprisingly hard to come with ideas for but hey, campinh and survivor works. Also Ace being a lil, himself, he needs even more pink cosmetics.
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spookychiptune · 6 months
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viejos💜
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