#answered; Kazan
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(from @stalwart-spirit)
What do they do to pass time during long journeys? (caravans, chocobo rides, etc.), for Kazan!
If he's working, which from his point of view is always, then he'll spend the entire journey on guard in case any threat arises. In which he's quiet and focused and doesn't do much outwardly.
Now whether you can differentiate that from him simply being himself is another matter entirely, because Kazan barely speaks at all and is hyper-vigilant.
If he's forced to be a passenger, aside from still being somewhat vigilant, he'll try to make good use of his (imposed) free time and mend his clothes, clean his weapons, pay attention to the road and the surroundings in case he needs to walk through the place and find his way on his own or simply play with his knife. And if truly he's got nothing to do with his hands, he'll simply listen to the discussions around him.
Anything, really, that keeps him from thinking too hard on how he ended up living like this. He's not above provoking people a bit if it means they get to talk and distract him—unless he's working, in which case he's no fun and all business.
(A well adjusted man, as you can see.)
Thanks for the ask, @stalwart-spirit!
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What does your heart look like? || Astrid & Kazan
a tangled ball of red strings
Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.
(She’s actually painfully shy and doesn't like to draw attention to herself but she does play a role, although not in any malicious way, to be loved and respected. I’m still not sure why or even from where it comes from though, but she’s pretty much the grown-up gifted kid with imposter syndrome.)
iced over, out of the sun
Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.
(This one is perfectly accurate.)
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Putting a leash on Mr Kazan :D
"And what's your point of that besides wishing for a brutal death?"
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|| Full artwork is on my twitter.
#dbd oni#kazan yamaoka#dead by daylight#the oni#answered#I have lots of asks I'm working on still slowly
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Привет! Я тут задумалась: вот у сурвов есть дедушка Билл. А у манов? Как думаешь, кто больше подходит для звания "Дедушка всея убивц": Калеб или Док (или может кто-то ещё?)? И как бы это проявлялось?
здравствуй!! как по мне, на роль дедушки всея убийц подходит как калеб, так и казан :D
казан тот самый дедушка, что расскажет о философии и чести, а калеб, в свою очередь научит создавать изобретения которые напугают вашу маму и рисованию чернухи. представьте себе легионят с кучкой всякой страшной и убийственной всячины.
// eng translate
hello!! i think that both caleb and kazan are suitable or the role of the grandpa of all killers :D
kazan is that one grandpa that will teach you philosophy and honour, and caleb is that one grandpa that will tell you about gore and will teach you how to create inventions that will scare your mom. just imagine small legions with different scary and murderous stuff.
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Hello! Firstly I love your writing! I’m not too sure how you feel about angst but I wanted to at least throw it out there. Deathslinger, Oni, David king and the nurse being spat back out to where the entity took originally took them, with their S/O nowhere to be seen.
(Squidward Voice) We love angst here, sir.
Escaping the Realms…Without You.
Caleb “The Deathslinger” Quinn
The darkness fades and Caleb’s in his cell, the bars now rusted over, the reddish color coating along what once was silver. He jolts upwards, pain shooting up his leg as he stumbles to his feet, turning around wildly as he takes in his surroundings. It couldn’t have been anywhere else, as the dust below the man is kicked upwards, and he sneezes, bewildered. He strains his ears, eyes, all of his senses, yet the stillness of the prison persists, the building quieter than ever.
Caleb doesn’t know how, doesn’t know why, but the Entity isn’t here, the telltale humming of its enormity long gone from the surrounding area, and it is with this that he realizes he’s back at Hellshire, back where he had been taken. He turns to his side, starts to say something when he stops, his gaze locked onto the air at his shoulder.
Your ever-constant presence isn’t there, isn’t with him, and Caleb panics. He tears through the Penitentiary, tears through each and every cell, each and every room, calling out your name desperately, pleadingly. With each passing moment of silence, he grows more restless, more frantic, and he has turned every room, every nook and cranny upside down when he falls against a bench, his harpoon gun clattering against the floor as he holds his head in his hands, strands of platinum blonde brushing past his shoulders, framing his face like a dimming halo.
You’re not here. Caleb digs his nails into his eyes, into his skin. You’re still there, still stuck.
He’s lost you, and there was no getting back. A lonesome crow caws from above as the man wails, his cries echoing throughout the abandoned halls of Hellshire.
Kazan “The Oni” Yamaoka
It only takes a moment for Kazan to realize he’s somewhere else, somewhere familiar. He rises from his knees, snow crunching beneath him as he surveys the surrounding area. A stone mill looms behind him, forgotten, and he remembers, remembers the farmers. Remembers the pain, the wounds upon wounds they inflicted upon him. How he died on the stone floor, and how he awoke in the Realms.
Kazan spares the mill a passing glance before he turns his attention towards the sleeping town ahead, its streets long abandoned. Had you been at the mill, he would have known, and as such, he surmises that you must be in the town (because, where else could you have been?).
As the demon nears the street, something foreign settles into his stomach and he pauses, the feeling creeping upwards. He doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to, and he moves forward again, watching the buildings with practiced eyes. You’re going to jump out at him, going to leap upon his back to frighten him. It’s not going to work (it never does), and he continues to brace himself as he continues.
Yet, as he nears the end of the street, Kazan’s strange feeling crawls into his throat, his eyes glazing over behind the mask. He stops at the end, his silhouette alone against the snowfall, and it is then that Kazan realizes he is afraid. You’re not here, you’re not going to jump out at him and into his arms, not going to cling to him as you both make your way home.
Kazan stands still, stands rigid, and the snow continues to fall.
David King
Something hard presses into David’s back and with a groan he opens his eyes, raising a hand to block the incoming light from completely blinding him. Once his eyes have fully adjusted, he looks upwards, the beam from the street lamp a stark contrast against the black night sky. It takes a few seconds, and David’s eyes are closing again, his mind already planning for the next trial ahead–
The street lamp wobbles slightly as David lunges upwards, his fists wrapped tight around the pole as he looks at the object in awe, in disbelief. Surely this is a trick; surely, this is a new realm the Entity has created.
And yet, nothing happens; no killer stalks around the corner, no generators in sight, and no hooks. A strangled sob chokes itself out as David grins, wild and unashamed, as the familiar setting finally clicks, finally settles in. He relishes the moment before dread settles in, before fear crawls upwards.
Something is horribly wrong, and a deep set ache spreads, seeping into the very tips of his fingers.
Where are you? David turns to and fro, analyzing the surrounding area. You’re nowhere to be seen. Bile rises, a wild, primal emotion kicking in as he grows desperate, tearing apart bushes as he searches.
Where are you? Someone rests a hand, someone familiar, yet David can’t see, can’t hear, and the hand grips him tightly, faint cries of his name reaching his ears as he thrashes, animalistic.
The dread finally sinks its claws in, and David’s question is answered. You’re still there, without him. And he’s here, without you.
Something in him snaps and a gross, awful sound tears from his throat as he falls downwards, onto his knees. The hand reaches again and alarmed, David bites hard, spit and blood mixing as screams split the air, both his and someone familiar.
He has to get back. He has to go get you. He can’t do this without you.
Sally “The Nurse” Smithson
Sally blinks her eyes open, a strange, alien floor beneath her as she stirs, rising onto her side. The cold floor of an ambulance greets her finger tips, the steel hard and unforgiving, and she wonders how she fell asleep here, so far from her own realm. Yet, the trees from outside tell a different story, as these are tall and imposing, much like the ones close to her old work.
The realization comes slowly, dream-like, and a sadness washes over the nurse, her form small in the long-abandoned vehicle. She remains there a moment before crawling out, her feet pressing onto the forest floor as she stands. She startles, sinking herself further into the ground as she realizes she is standing, not floating. Elation runs its course and she hops around, digging the soles of her feet into the earth below. Yet, once her joy has sobered, something rises in her, something wrong.
Sally turns around, facing the overturned ambulance. She treads slowly, cautiously, and she presses the palms of her hands against the metal, peeking her head into the vehicle. There is no life, not a sound, and fear leaps up her throat as she rips herself away, her movement erratic and distraught as she howls, your name tearing from her as she begs, cries.
You don’t respond. How could you? You can’t even hear her, Sally realizes. Shivering, the nurse collapses to her knees, her arms wrapped around herself as she weeps.
First, Andrew. And now you. She can almost hear the Entity laughing, a deep, faint chortle far away as she wails, alone again.
#caleb quinn#caleb quinn x reader#kazan yamaoka#kazan yamaoka x reader#david king#david king x reader#sally smithson#sally smithson x reader#dbd x reader#dbd writing#prophet writes#prophet answers#hehe i love this ask tysm for sending it!#angst is my favorite genre/thing to write for there's sm you can do for it#ESPECIALLY in dbd. the possibilities are endless 😳
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I have to ask... What a romanced Irus was thinking when Kazan was flirting with the mc at the banquet?
He was very annoyed to say the least and if he didn't need Kazan's approval as a councillor, Irus would have definitely been a bit more blunt in telling Kazan off.
A little fun fact, I love Kazan because he's based off a main RO for one of my scrapped stories 👀
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Now, on the list of people to come asking for the holiday trick or treat, The Oni was certainly not one of the few to be expected. For Trickster, very few killers made the list in the first place, unless they were naive, cocky, or simply driven by curiosity. As glowing eyes sized up the taller hulking man, Ji-Woon wondered which instance this was classified... he'd guess the latter.
It was here the Trickster was tested on just how good of a performer he was... or how much his brain was affected by the current abnormal state, because despite the obvious thought of "absolutely don't test a warrior's patience," the idol gave a wide grin up to the other.
"I don't see you often!" He exclaimed a bit enthused before taking a visible moment of thought. Gaze drifting down before soon enough it landed where Trickster reached out, for Kazan's hand, the appendage taken in both of his. "Here, 아저씨, I'll show you what's really special that everyone else is here for~♪"
A chuckle escaped as the large hand was lifted up to Trickster's mouth, eyes glancing up momentarily with a glint of mischief, before one of the Oni's fingers met against lips, and then tongue as it was slid in slowly to the warm wetness of the idol's mouth. A muffled hum coaxed hot air against flesh that lay filling the toothy smile which was given just a second before teeth bit down roughly onto the crook of a knuckle.
#answered#text#Halloween Mukbang Event#||#😳#Sorry Kazan the man's taking a souvinere#It's what happens when you're a VIP#Also sorry you get the rough one#because he can't reach anything else#well- that I had on hand#badum tss
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i have something special planned for tonight. kaz to jay (no, it's not the dungeon. i think
lots of flirting・❥・@temporalobjects ( closed ! )
"Oh?" He could not hide his surprise, not because he thought Kazane was bad at such things. Jay simply had not expected a proposition seconds before he left the campus. Kazane even came to his office so he started to feel a little too excited of what was about to come. "Are we exploring a dungeon?" he joked, tapping his beard as if he pretended to have seen through the woman. The truth was, Jayesh could never, and he did not want to, Kazane had a brilliant mind, the reason why Jay started to develop feelings for her in the first place. "I'm kidding. As you can see, I'm ready to go."
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What are Arwen, Coco, and Kazan’s canon classes versus which ones do you like to play personally? :)!!!
Oh hi my dear! <3
Canonically my character classes are:
Arwen- Bard but since the incident with her eye she picked up being a Dancer while she adjusts with the new vision. Although, I do head-canon her being able to do light healing.
Coco- Currently White Mage but I’m gonna make her a Scholar! When I get more comfortable with healing c:
Kazan- Archer atm but I’ve decided to make him a Dragoon. Back in Sui-no-Sato he used to be a spear fisher so it makes sense since it’s familiar. (plus imagining him in Dragoon Armor 😳 ehehe)
As for what I like to play, for the longest time I preferred playing as a Bard. The rotation was easier to wrap my head around among others. But since all these new classes came out, Dancer has been fun and I’ll always have a soft spot for Dragoon (My first class I ever played!).
BUT lately, I’ve been challenging myself and trying out healing. I used to be so scared and intimidated by it before but this year I decided to face my fears and give it a go. It’s actually been a lot of fun! Currently practicing with White Mage but once I get comfortable I’ll move onto Scholar and maybe Astrologian.
Aside from that, I’m a casual player but I LOVE crafting and gathering. I just love making stuff and vibin' out to good music while gathering.
Thank you for the ask! This was fun to answer~
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@digitalmadness said: “❝Ah, what brings you to the late hours of the night?❞ The question hummed from Kazan's lips. His fingers tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the counter.
( hi, hi!! I haven't forgotten to send an ask your way but have one of my new OCs. If you need more info on him, I'll be happy to provide such things!!)”
Simon smiles at the man who greets him as he enters, the little bell on the door making a tinging noise. He does like it when people pay attention to him when he goes out, and a surefire way to make sure that you keep his business is to make him feel like he has a place there. Lost in a faceless crowd… that more so belongs to the Lonely or the Stranger, though he did toy with the idea himself for a while, the sort of insignificance that it brings about, all of the people rushing past, none of them caring that you need help.
While he likes to inflict such feelings on other people, he hates to have the same treatment turned around on him, so to be greeted in such a warm way is good.
“You see, I don’t get much sleep these days,” he starts explaining, shaking his head as he approaches the counter. It might be a grim statement coming from somebody else—what is it that is causing them to lose sleep? Nightmares? Stress? But the way that Simon says it is very tongue-in-cheek, a joke, one of those if-you-know-then-you-know sorts of things. “I like to go wandering at night as a result sometimes. There is a lot in the world that the nine-to-fivers don’t get to see, having to be up so early in the morning.”
There are also things to be seen in the early mornings, like glorious sunrises, and thankfully, Simon gets to see it all, since he never needs to bother with sleep.
“As for why I picked here specifically, well… it’s simply a place that I haven’t been before! Every day’s an adventure if you choose to make it one, yeah?” He looks down, then, bending over slightly and laying a finger on his chin while he inspects the contents of the case in front of him. He does wonder how good they still are, if they have been sitting out all day, but he figures that they’re probably still edible and likely quite good if one gets past any mild staleness! “But because this is my first time, I’m a little indecisive. Is there something that you recommend?”
#you and i‚ we're flying high. 『 ic 』#lately‚ i'm feeling like a big bang. 『 answered 』#digitalmadness#//haha you may not have forgotten but i sure did!#//this was such a good treat to come back to!#//i love kazan already#//ex-yakuza gilf who now runs a bakery? iconic. show-stopping. incredible.
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Absorbs the blood OFF of demon Ji Woon and peaces out.
@bloodsoakedogre | ji-woon hak (demon)
“ I EVER SEE you with food, I will knock it to the floor and stomp on it. That I promise. Now I have to go find fresh food. Fuck you. No respect around here. None. Fuck you and the horse your ass rode in on. I’m hungry. ”
#bloodsoakedogre#( answered ) sealed signed and delivered !#( in character ) hak ji-woon#( relevant ) demon ji-woon#( verse ) dead by daylight#[rude kazan. he needs that to EAT]#[u essentially saw his chicken nuggies and TOOK THEM]#[how could u]
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❛ first, i want you to undress me. then i want you to kiss every part of my body. ❜ [said newly awakened dominatrix kazane @ her dilf boy toy, in a cold manner
soft dirty talk | status: selectively accepting | @temporalobjects
Yes. Yes to everything. But Jay's thoughts were occupied by the image of a very naked Kazane who just happened to be the woman of his dreams and if that did not show how head over heels he was for her, then probably the growing tent in his pants. "Y-yes, everything you wish," he mumbled, throat dry and eager to taste her - if she allowed him to. Jayesh approached the woman with caution and anticipation at the same time, the thrill of actually undressing her catching up with his thoughts. And now his denim jeans felt awfully tight. He started with her neck as his fingers fumbled with the jacket, throwing it to the side, careful not to anger his tough mistress. Though, she probably enjoyed the little act even more than the man himself.
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Mythological tropes || Astrid & Kazan
The vegetable lamb of Tartary
[From its wikipedia page:] "The Vegetable Lamb of Tartary (Latin: Agnus scythicus or Planta Tartarica Barometz) is a legendary zoophyte of Central Asia, once believed to grow sheep as its fruit. It was believed the sheep were connected to the plant by an umbilical cord and grazed the land around the plant. When all accessible foliage was gone, both the plant and sheep died."
If you got this result, you are very in tune with the world, very sensitive to changes in your ecosystem, and very cute. Also very disconcerting and creepy depending on who is perceiving you. Stay epic!
Monster's even more scary mother
My favourite example of this is Grendel’s mother from Beowulf. Love her! Anyway, you're cunning, powerful, and sometimes selfish. Depending on the adaptation, you are either extremely beguilingly beautiful or terrifyingly swamp-like but either way, you are so powerful... Queen lift your head up higher, your crown may be heavy but many love you despite your questionable decisions.
[QUIZ]
Tagged by @biff-adventurer ages ago! Ty <3
Tagging anyone who’s interested. Idk where my tag squad post is anymore, ahem.
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Horny art is nice, but what about art with your precious Rin?
"Rin often shows me stuff that are on her... phone? I think it was called like that. Especially of animals like small kittens and puppies. She finds them cute. I have nothing against her showing them to me. If it makes her happy, it makes me happy as well. "
#listen wholesome content is always very welcome and I love them. so yes yes give me these.#rin yamaoka#kazan yamaoka#The Oni#The spirit#dead by daylight#dbd#answered#Wholesome#dont blame him technology is somekind of black magics for him#dbd oni#dbd spirit
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what about kazan? he seems particularly interested in you
She blinks a few times and cocks her head to the side. “Kazan?...He is one of first men here I let in, and Rin also speak nicely of him...”
#mama answers#at mother's dwelling#//the other man is philip fun fact#//but she's unsure of what she feels towards kazan. all she knows is that its not murderous rage lol
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honestly Kazan would make a great RO option😫….so can you tell us more about the main ro in one of your scrapped stories 👀
I'm surprised no one liked Kazan - it's probably telling of my taste in fictional men 😆
Kazan (whose original name in the scrapped story was Taghen) was fairly the same - he was a councillor to a newly appointed Empress and basically was all about furthering his own goals to steal the seat of power for himself. He preferred using wits and cunning to brute force, but wouldn't shy away from poisoning anyone who got in his way. In the story, he starts off as an envoy for one of the kings in the empire then quickly kills the king and makes himself part of the Empress's council 👀😬
When I was deciding the type of councillors to use for Crown of Exile, I knew I wanted a character who was slightly arrogant but at the same time, quite clever and Kazan/Taghen felt appropriately suited for the role 😅
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