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airbendertendou · 2 months

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high ♡ frank morrison

soulmate au where you reincarnate until you meet / stay with your soulmate.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; heavy song mention, you can decide what song it is ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how legion looks is up to you! ; dbd lore could b inaccurate

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Your surroundings were new ; unfamiliar as your eyes flutter open. You’re on your back, staring at the cloudless sky as the summer heat hits you from every summer. You twist awkwardly, your elbows hitting the ground and lifting you onto your knees as you still, eyeing the area that surrounds you. Heated air smacks against you again — this summer was brutal.

You pause — it was summer, wasn’t it?

“Hey, newbie!” A voice barely below a whisper is targeted at you. Turning, you see a person with a beanie covering turquoise colored hair. They rush your way, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with them to a giant machine. “No time to explain. Just put your hands near this — a generator — and they’ll do the rest. Careful of sparks.”

You do as they say, watching as their body tensed. Finally, she introduced herself quietly when she deemed the coast was clear. You clear your throat, “[Name]. Where are we?”

“Coldwind Farm.” The generator clicks and whirs as Nea pauses, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “Really cranked the heat up this time.”

The generator sputters to life, a light clicking on above you and exposing you to everything nearby. Nea cusses under her breath, rising to her feet quickly and rushing away from the loud machinery. You follow after her cluelessly, bumping into her back when she stops abruptly. Nea frowns, “we need to go separate ways now.”

“But—”

“Go fix another generator,” calloused hands fall onto your shoulders. Nea squeezes reassuringly and her face switches to something else — someone else. You blink and she’s back to normal, looking around you both cautiously. “If your heartbeat begins to pick up, get away.”

She’s gone without another word and you find yourself standing there, alone and vulnerable.

Shuffling awkwardly, you hustle along a barn, eyeing the field in front of you warily. Letting out a long breath, you take a chance and sprint into the field. Nea told you to work on generators, but you felt safer out of plain view. Crouching down, you hide your face in your knees and simply sit there.

A scream echoes around you and you flinch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. The field sways from side to side as something — someone, maybe — drifts through it. Another scream hits — two more beams of light, showing more generators were done.

Nea would be angry when she found out you did nothing to help. But your head was aching, scrambled with new thoughts and images of the past you couldn’t forget. Someone drifts by you again and you make yourself smaller, frown on your lips as you fight a whimper. You were so confused — so lost and tattered as more thoughts piled into your mind.

All too soon, the sound of your heartbeat began to pick up. Deciding to actually listen to Nea’s advice, you pause. No sound of movement is heard over the thumps of your heart — coast is clear. Jumping up from the field, you turn and book it, only to run straight into a body.

Pink hair is falling out of a hood, knife poised and ready to strike. The faceless mask seemingly stares at you for a minute, their arm falling until the knife clutters from their hand. A sharp intake, and then the sound of your name, muttered softly from behind the mask.

A ground shaking noise is heard, the killer cursing and grabbing at their knife frantically as you make your escape. A blond is ushering people through a giant door, a bulletproof vest over his chest. His stern face drops at the sight of you, eyes widening as he watches you quicken your pace.

“Shit. Nea was right.” He follows behind you, putting his hands on your back as you pause. “Keep goin’, newbie. We’re almost home.”

Home. Home sounded so nice right now. You race into the shining light at the end of the hallway, ignoring your name as it’s called frantically behind you.

——♡——

The campfire in front of you was not home. There are too many names — too many new faces from either side of you. Nea is across the fire from you ; the man from before sat beside you. Leon is looking over you questioningly, blue eyes surveying your trembling hands and wide eyes.

“There’s not a new killer. So, why—”

“Not that we’ve seen.”

Laurie rolls her eyes, continuing as if she wasn’t just interrupted. “It doesn’t make any sense to just get a survivor, that’s all.”

An older man hums, also eyeing you. Despite the warmth of the fire in front of you, a cold chill has seeped into your being. You shiver and let out a breath — you swear you can see it fog up in front of you. “Could be late, the killer. Make us comfortable and off guard, only for a new killer to show up.”

“I,” you lick your lips. The campsite grows silent as they wait for you to speak. “The one before. Who was that?”

“They call themselves Legion.” Leon is the one who lets you know. He tilts his head, “four of ‘em, I think.” His eyes travel across you again, “seemed to know you.”

“What does that mean?” Laurie speaks up again. Her eyes narrow in your direction, focusing on the way you tense up. Her gaze flicks back to Leon, “it’s a little late for their survivor to appear.”

“Called out [name] as we were leaving.” He bites his lip, attention drifting across the fire before it’s back. Leon looks down, but watches you from the corner of his eye. “Wanted to talk to you desperately.”

You shake your head before he can say anything else. You look to Laurie’s glaring figure then down as you clasp your hands together. “I don’t know anyone with pink hai—”

A giggle echoes in your mind, spiraling in your thoughts. Her face is so clear in your mind — perfectly structured and grinning as she giggles with three others. Just as quick as the thought comes, though, it vanishes.

As if it never happened.

Fog takes over Leon and Laurie, saving you from any further questions. A chill runs through you and you shrink in on yourself, arms wrapping around your torso helplessly. Mindless chatter is scattered around the campfire — it feels warm, safe here, but you miss the sight of home.

Nea plops down beside you with a huff, new fingerless gloves covering her hands. She tugs them farther up her wrist at your gaze, clenching her hands together as she tries to get used to them. “A gift. You get one if you perform well ; if you’re entertaining enough.”

“Newbie!” is called from across the campfire. The man has a heavy accent as he speaks, an arrogant grin on his face as he waves. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

That’s something you do remember Leon mentioning — the loss of memories. The longer you stayed, the foggier and more distant they became. You dreaded the day that would happen — your mind was scrambled enough.

You hum, picking at your nails nervously. Everyone’s attention is on you again — anxiety crawls up your throat. “A song. I was listening to music.”

A girl with golden hair grins, looking up from the guitar she's tuning. "What kind? I could try playing it for you."

Nodding, your eyes squint as you think of the song you remember hearing. It was so engrained in your mind — so planted into your memories that it was the one thing you could never forget. As you begin to hum quietly, Quentin perks up from across the fire. He lifts an eyebrow, "old school, huh?"

Kate nods along to the silent beat, trying her best to mimic the sound you make. She pauses, ear turned towards you as she continues. You stop abruptly and her eyes snap open. "That's all I remember."

"No words?" Nancy tilts her head.

You shrug, the corner of your mouth tilting up helplessly. "No words." Not yet, at least.

——♡——

Ghostface was your favorite killer. Which would sound strange in different circumstances — but dying daily, hourly, you were bound to get used to it eventually. He liked the chase — liked to skip and giggle and sing as he sauntered after you.

That's why you don't mind playing bait for him. He liked new survivors — only here for a few weeks [that you tried to keep up with] meant you still had newbie status. Currently, a game of hide and seek was occuring — you peeked from the side of a building when Ghostafce wasn't looking, and he'd lift up from behind the bush as he chose to giggle at you.

It made you smile — the way you could act silly in the middle of a murder spree.

Springwood always welcomed you at midnight, the moon and hazed streetlights your only source of light. As you tip-toe — Ghostie was on your trail, of course — the air swoops through. It sends a chill through you — like you're back in the snowy mountains of... somewhere.

A slam to your head sends you sprawling on the ground. Ghostface stops, his knife poised as you blink deliriously. Feng grimaces, "oops."

When your eyes blink open, you're staring at a mountain view. The tops are saturated with snow, hued a light blue and white. The door creaks open, a disgruntled figure coming into view. Their nose is scrunched as a steaming mug is headed your way.

"Here's your stupid hot cocoa."

"How stupid can it be when you have a cup, too?" You find yourself asking. Like this conversation was memorized — like this had all happened before. Your hands curl around the mug, cozying up in the bed you know isn't yours. "Why are you so grumpy today anyways?"

"Julie," they grumble. They huff, sitting beside you, as close as they could without causing a blush to form. "Won't leave me alone about new songs or her guitar or you."

Me? you want to say. But, you remember the answer you always got. 'She's sure we're soulmates — me and her. Doesn't want any of us to get hurt.'

Sweet and selfish — yeah, that was Julie.

You set your drink on the nightstand closest to you, warmed hands falling on their own. "Frank—"

Frank, your Frank. Frank, Frank, Frank. You remembered his name now — you wouldn't forget it again.

He sighs, laying his head on your shoulder. "It's me and you, I know it. It has to be."

"What if Julie's right, though?" You wrap your arm around his shoulers — you always liked being close to him, touching in the smallest bit when you could. "About us not being soulmates? We could have someone else out there."

"I don't want anyone but you."

A distraction. Frank always needed a distraction of some sort or else he'd get mad. When Frank got mad, he exploded. Something he was wokring on — something you helped him with. You jiggle your shoulder until he sits up. "Play me something."

His light beige acoustic guitar stands against the wall. Julie's lilac one is set on his desk, half of the strings missing. Another thing that points them at being perfect together — another thing that separates you. Frank sighs, his eyes pointing to the ceiling in annoyance. [He's too giddy to play for you, wanting your praise and your eyes on him only.]

Clearing his throat, Frank adjusts himself comfortably. You grab your mug, sipping on the chocolate now that it'd cooled down. His eyes narrow, “you tell anyone I sung this for you—”

“I won’t, promise!” You say it through laughter, but keep your promise regardless. The guitar strums and Franks hushed, soft voice drifts into the room. You sway in your seat, your eyes closing in comfort.

When they snap open, Ghostface is staring down at you once more. He tilts his head and you let out a gasp. "Words. I remember words."

As quickly as you can, you have Kate play the melody once more. You sing along as best as you can, the memories clearer than ever. Quentin yawns as he bops his head, the words leaving his mouth in mumbles. Leon hums your song as he works on generators, Meg speaking the words as she gets chased.

Soon, the entire camp is singing a song only you remember. And then Ghostface sings it one night while at the killer's camp.

His back is slammed into a tree, a smaller body pining him there. He raises his hands in innocence. A knife is held to his throat, "where did you hear that?"

He can't even squeak out your name before she's pulled off of him. Pink hair falls from a hood as Susie holds her friend back. Whispers of I told you! echo around the woods before they go silent.

Julie lets out a sigh, "let's hope Frank doesn't find out about this."

——♡——

The air is cold as the fog releases you from its grasp. You wish you had a thicker coat, wish you could sip on that stupid hot cocoa you keep thinking of. Quinten nods as he passes you, almost slipping from the icy ground. Your breath surrounds you in a fog as you tip-toe to a generator further away.

Steve kneels beside you to rewire the generator, huffing as his body wracks through a shiver. "Hate this place."

"I like it," you say absentmindedly. It was cold, of course, but something about the lodge in the distance seemed welcoming — familiar. Your mouth lifts into a smile, "could be cozy up there."

He snorts, "and be in the mercy of whatever Legion member is lurking? Be my guest."

Somehow, that's exactly where you find yourself. Crunching through the snow, you stare up at the barren walls. There should be paper there — pieces of ripped and weathered signs that scream missing on every inch. Signs that you stared at until your skin wrinkled and you forgot them again.

The fireplace crackles as you walk through the front door. Warmth should cover you, should comfort you, but the feeling of loss and dread crawls up your throat like nausea. You gulp — Steve was right, I shouldn't be here.

Yun-jin screams outside — she sounds close, but your feet are glued to the floor. Hurried steps crunch under the window closest to you — you only stare. Looking back is a picture of four people — five when you wipe away the dust. Staring back is a picture of you.

You don't acknowledge the tears that cloud up your eyes when the door creaks open. Heavy, booted feet inch closer to you achingly slow, your heartbeat picking up in fear. Quentin yells your name from the window and the footsteps pause.

Your body is jerked around, teary eyes facing your supposed killer of the day. The mask makes you jolt, the tattoos peeking through causing your tears to turn into sobs. The knife shakes in his hands before it falls to the floor, useless. His mask is ripped from his face, heaving breaths the only thing in the room.

As the world goes dark, your sobs grow louder.

Your head is in someone's lap as you slowly regain consciousness. You feel like you're floating — like the game you've been forced to play has been put on pause. Blinking your eyes open, you see Frank peering down at you. His eyes are rimmed red, a teardrop falling from the tip of his nose and to your cheek.

He lets out a shaky sigh, "I never wanted you to be here."

You swallow, your chest suddenly tight and your throat dry. "I thought of you," you say. Frank's chest heaves with a sob he doesn't allow to escape. "Every day. Every decade. You were the face I would dream of, but couldn't name."

Frank almost cradles you to his chest as he cries. You rub his back as well as you can, shushing him as he hiccups. When he releases you, he helps you sit up slowly. Finally face to face with him, all thoughts leave your mind. Your hand raises absentmindedly, tracing the scar you once memorized.

Frank lets out another sigh, trembling as you stare at him. "You shouldn't be here. You're too good for a place like this."

"Where are we, anyways?" Your eyebrows furrow as you take in your surroundings. Like the lodge, it's warm and familiar. You grow even more confused. "Your room? Why?"

"Dunno," he shrugs. You're gathered back into his hold, one hand settled between your shoulder blades. "Don't care."

The room around you seems to rumble at his words. You wince, meeting his eyes with a small grin. "Don't think we have long, Frank."

His shoulders sag at the sound of you saying his name. Laying his forehead on your shoulder, he takes in a deep breath. "I knew it — knew Julie was wrong. We are soulmates — we have to be."

You pull away from him briefly, lips pursed in thought. "And now you have to kill me."

"No." Frank is adament —sure in his statement. "Not you. Not ever."

The room rumbles again and you grin. "Guess she knows that, too."

——♡——

idk how satisfied i am w this one but after sitting in my drafts half done for a year, it’s finished !!

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Dbd - You Offer To Eat Them Out

Requested: Yes [I love your dbd hcs sooo much! (NSFW) Could you please write how the killers would react when a survivor they find attractive offers to eat them out/give them a bj? (you can choose anyone, but I'd esp. love to see Huntress, Charlotte, and/or Max)]

Warnings: Slight Angst in Max’s, Spice, implied virginity for all three killers

Huntress

Well however you manage to communicate to Anna what you want to do, she still doesn’t understand at first. “Eat her out”? You want to eat her???? She’ll threaten to eat you first, no matter how attractive she thinks you are. It’ll take another moment of explaining (while she stands there pointing a fork at you) before she really understands what you mean. You’ll probably need to provide her a chart. Or a drawing. Some sort of charades need to be done. But eventually she’ll get the gist, chuckling with a little smirk as she drops her axe, cupping your cheeks in her hands before forcing you down by your shoulders, undoing the laces to her pants. Who is she to refuse such a….kind offer?

Charlotte

Charlotte is also confused at first, though not at the same level as Anna, and will likely catch onto what you mean just a smidge faster than her. She’s blushing, absolutely flustered by the very idea. But she’s not opposed, especially with how attractive she thinks you are. But she doesn’t have any experience to speak of so she’s hesitant when you kneel in front of her, hiking up her skirts. But all worries fade from her mind the second she feels your mouth on her, and she can barely think for the rest of the day after this event.

Max

Another person who also doesn’t understand what you’re asking. But unlike the girls, he doesn’t understand when you explain to him. Yes, he has a vague idea of what sex itself is, but to the best of his knowledge that does not include putting your mouths on each other. His brain is also kinda malfunctioning cause he doesn’t understand how someone so attractive would want to do something like this with him anyways. Eventually he’ll just reach the conclusion that you’re doing this for mercy, so that you can escape in your next trial against him. And while the thought hurts, it’s the only thing that makes sense to him, so he feels like he can just pretend you actually have an interest in him as you swallow his cock, his moans echoing in the shack of Coldwind farm.

#dbd #dead by daylight #anna the huntress #anna the huntress x reader #Anna #Anna x reader #the Huntress #the huntress x reader #charlotte deshayes #charlotte deshayes x reader #max thompson jr #max thompson jr x reader

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kazububs-archived · 2 years

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ?!

includes: Ghostface / Danny and Legion / Frank

summary: A avid Dead by Daylight player is suddenly teleported into their favourite game, how will they navigate facing the killers off in real life? cw: descriptions of blood/stabbing/etc, nothing too gorey, killer vs survivor chases, swearing. Let me know if I missed any!

wc: 1.7k+ / fandom: dead by daylight

a/n: its been so long since I've written for dbd so I hope this is up to standard lol

Killer: Ghostface

The warmth of the fire was almost reassuring, making you forget you were in the realm of the entities. You felt something brush against your bare leg as you made small talk with Kate, causing you to flinch and pull your leg back. However, as the fog crept up your body, the sensation remained. The world went black around you, shivering as it engulfed you as you were presumably transported into the trial grounds.

As your feet were placed on the ground, it felt as if air had been pushed into your lungs. You took a quick look around Coldwind Farms. Shaking your hands to try to calm your nerves, you glance around again, mumbling to yourself, “This is fine, right? I mean, I’ve played a million matches on my PC, so it's fine. This is fine.”

Starting to walk around, you glance down at a small watch on your wrist, thinking ‘when did that get there?’ You shake your head to ignore those thoughts as if anything was possible within the entities' realms. The perks on the watch read, ‘Spine Chill’, ‘Lithe’, ‘Detective Hunch’, and ‘Resilience’. So it seemed just talking to Tapp and Feng had unlocked their teachables, how lucky is that?

Spine chill started to flicker, alerting you that the killer was nearby. Crouched behind a rusted container, you squint through the corn to catch a glimpse of the killer. “Is it a stealth killer? I’m not getting any heartbeat at all.” Just as you mutter that out a shooting pain rips open in your shoulder, a sleek black knife being pulled out of it.

“Ah fuck!” Shouting to no one in particular as you break into a sprint trying to make distance from whoever the hell the killer was. Right now, your biggest worry was your shoulder. Is this the kind of pain every survivor feels every trial?

The heartbeat picks up as you glance around for a jungle gym. Vaulting the window, you can feel the energy to run just a bit harder, just a bit faster. Losing sight of the killer, you crouch down to catch your breath. “Who carries a basic knife and doesn’t have a heartbeat...?” It took a couple of seconds before it seemed to perfectly click. “Ghostface.”

Swearing quietly you get up and start looking around for a generator, attempting to ignore the stinging sensation in your shoulder. Footsteps seem to be getting closer, making your heart race, but once you turn around, it’s only Steve. "Hey, hey! Heal? Please?” Crouching down again as Steve pulls out gauze and some medical tape, making an attempt to heal your wound "Oh don't tell me," Steve looks at you silently, telling you to say what you were going to say, "he's got ruin doesn't he?" As you begin to reactivate the generator with a silent nod, your thoughts are secured.

It takes a few minutes for the generator to roar to life, and a bright overhead light shines on you and Steve. “I’ll be back, go find another teammate!” Running frantically, you follow Elodie's screams, who hasn't been downed yet. As she collapses to the ground, a knife is ripped out of her back, and whimpers of pain escape as Ghostface lifts her onto his shoulders and carries her to a hook.

You hide behind the fire barrel, observing Ghostface as he hooks Elodie. Once again a gut-wrenching scream rips through her and rings out in the trial. Ghostface pays her no mind, though, quickly losing his heartbeat and wandering off into the corn. A small trail of bent corn follows in his path; easy tracking.

You slip Elodie off the hook as she gives a small nod and runs off. Turning your head, you can still see corn stalks being moved. Assuming that’s Ghostface, you follow the trail he’s left behind for you.

The annoyance started to grow ever since you got out of the corn field. You couldn’t find the sneaky fucker!

The pain started to subside in your shoulder as you craned your neck to try to see it, as the stab wound seemed to disappear into your skin. As the nasty scar appears, the pain disappears, only leaving a fuming survivor. “Where the hell is that bastard? I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” stomping around until you see him leaning over a corner, stalking Elodie and Kate.

In a state of panic, you did the only thing that came to mind: make a noise. The pallet slams against the almost boulder-sized rock next to you as you swear you just witnessed Ghostface get whiplash. Letting out a chuckle as Ghostface tightens his grip on his knife, charging toward you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck! I didn’t think this through!” You whine as your legs pick up speed, looking behind to see Ghostface tailing you. Though his steps did seem slower, wasn’t the killer's base speed supposed to be faster than yours? Paying no mind to Ghostface stumbling over his own feet, you run into the Thompson House, the stairs creaking loudly under your weight as you dash up to the roof.

A large hole, seemingly perfectly taken out by the entity, is your only escape choice as he gains ground at an alarming rate. Though Ghostface felt like his mind was running faster than his body, ‘Why the hell can you talk?’ It felt like that question was on repeat ever since the chase started. He had never heard any survivors talk unless they were at the campfire getting ready for a trial. This is game-breaking, isn’t it? I mean, it's got to be? Right?!

Clenching your teeth as you bolt out of the hole in the third-floor roof, praying that the fall wouldn’t be so brutal. On the PC, the survivors always seemed to bounce back without injury when you made them jump off high ledges. Praying that same logic holds up with you, as Ghostface smirks, watching your frame fall out of view pulled down by gravity. “Y/n, such an interesting character.”

Killer: Legion (Frank)

It wasn’t your first rodeo anymore as the fog curled around you, quickly reaching out to grab a med-kit before you were dragged into yet another trial. Your vision goes dark as your body feels weightless, before grounding itself with a shiver.

As your vision clears up, blinking it away, you take notice of the snowy terrain. “Ah fuck, Ormond? C’mon Entity! I didn’t dress for this.” You gesture down to your baggy jeans and crop top.

Gripping the med-kit, you start to wander around, keeping your eyes out for a generator. That was until your heart almost leaped out of your chest as the roar of a killer’s heartbeat drummed into your ears. Panicked, you looked around, hurting your neck in the process as you attempted to find where the killer was coming from and how they got so close so quickly.

“Jeez, was that a wraith with a coxcombed clapper and lethal pursuer?" You grip your chest in an attempt to soothe your heart beating frantically. “God though that was terrifying.” Kneeling down at a nearby generator, you start flipping through gears and switches, hoping that some combination of them will work in your favor.

But once you’re about halfway down the generator the heartbeat picks up, drastically getting closer and closer. Without a second thought, you break into a sprint, trying to run quick enough that your scratch marks would be disappearing by the time the killer got to your generator. You crouch behind a snowman that looks like if you were to lean against it, you’d get frostbite and it would tip over.

Eyes scanning the area where the heartbeat is coming from, you come across an army jacket? Was there a chance that Jeff was in the lobby and you hadn’t noticed? Maybe the killer also has dark devotion, so that would explain why Jeff is carrying a heartbeat with him.

But those thoughts were quickly shattered as the mystery man turned around, adorning a crudely made white mask with red ink smeared on it to look like a smile. You could feel a smile creeping up on your lips as you stared at the Legion's cluelessness. ‘Legion is always so fun to tease. We have to figure out exactly which one it is though. By the looks of it, it ain’t Susie or Joey. Frank or Julie, huh?’

After a couple more seconds of observing the Legion kick a pallet, it was confirmed that it was Frank in this trial. You can tell he is already aggravated by past chases, as no one has even been hit yet and one generator has already gone off. ‘Yikes’

Running out of hiding, you hope that he’ll catch onto your scratch marks quickly. “Hey Frank! Where’s the rest of ya? Come on, you know that I like Susie and Julie better than you! You should have sent them in instead.” You holler back as Frank whips his body around to face the source of the voice.

“The fuck you want, huh? Wanna die?” He yells, tossing his knife in the air as he starts to ferally run towards you. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Panic rose in your throat as you felt like you were going to throw up, feral frenzies always hurt a lot worse than normal stabs or shocks or chainsaws. It was only there to make you suffer, you swore, it couldn’t even down you, so what’s the point of it?! Useless power if you ask me.

Frank could feel his vision start to darken, ‘No, fuck no, not yet.’ He groaned out in anger as he looked down at his knife. His vision darkened for a couple of seconds before he felt able to lift his head and take in his surroundings. ‘Damn no scratch marks…’

He assumed you had walked off to ensure you didn’t leave any way of him tracking you until he heard the grass rustle behind him. “Hey there Frankie boy, care to make this game a little more interesting for me?” You smirk before jabbing your hand into his side ribs, making him groan in pain. “That’s the spirit!” You call out as you start running towards the killer shack.

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creatureshrieks · 21 days

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1. When did you start playing?

I started playing around 2019 when the Stranger Things pack was released because I wanted Steve! :) He was my original main before I switched to Laurie!

8. What's an original chapter you'd like to see added? (killer/map/survivor ideas)

I mainly have licensed wants, but... Probably a reptilian-like killer! Though I fear they might make them a invisibility-stealth character LOL. I think more inhuman killers would be neat, but anything with a mask is good in my book. As for a map, I'd LOVE a campground map, but that ties in with the character I want from another license, lol.

9. Favourite map?

Haddonfield for purely aesthetic/muse interests as I main Laurie in DBD and she's my favorite girl. As for playing, I like Coldwind Farm or Ormond :) Greenville is very pretty though

10. Least favourite map?

Fucking Dead Dawg or Toba landing as Survivor. I don't hate any as Killer. Dead Dawg has never been fun to play on and Toba is just a sensory overload for me.

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wolfychaaan · 1 year

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With You - Frank Morrison x Reader story Chapter One

❗️❗️WARNING❗️❗️

Story features mentions of rape/non con and gore. Please read at own risk. I do not own any DBD characters.

The generator fires and spurts as you flee from its side to run from the encroaching killer laughing hysterically as he opens another bottle of substance to lobby your way. You dash through a maze of corn and wooden boards trying to do anything to keep him away, the cool fall air of Coldwind farms combats the warmth of the sun overhead. You run straight for the tree that holds decaying cow corpses, gross, but you need a way to loop the Clown off your tail. He's giggling and chuckling all the way as he stomps behind you, his gait is that of a lumbering bear on two legs but with all the poise of a human.

Dropping the palette onto the Clown's head you hear him roar and grumble in aggravation as he watches you sprint away back into the corn. You dodge other generators and palettes as you try to find a place to hide or at least another teammate to comfort you. The shattering of glass behind you speeds up your heartbeat, legs burning as you full speed ahead but the splinters of shards dig into your skin through the fabric of your jeans and another unholy concoction from the Clown is airborne. You lose stride from the pain in your legs and the slip in focus causes you to fall to the ground as you trip on a rock. Another bottle hits the hard ground, sending out a colorful potion you've never seen before. Trying not to inhale the substance is hard as you struggle to catch your breath and get to your feet at the same time. Unfortunately, you've already inhaled too much and your vision grows fuzzy causing you to collapse and lose consciousness. The last thing you can hear is the Clown's victorious laughs as he approaches.

Frank sits up on the roof of the killer shack watching everything unfold. Other killers could view other trials but were not allowed to interfere. This was the only real rule the Entity gave other killers, but this situation was different. You were his favorite. He loved the way you screamed when being chased, how cute you were when you were being hooked, and mostly he just found himself entranced by you. He would often observe your trials to get his own kicks but this time he came for a specific reason: to stop the Clown. He heard rumors of the bastard creating some new tonic to make survivors fall unconscious, he didn't know what purpose that would serve until now. He watches the lumbering form begin to tear your clothing off from you.

"Bastard," Frank mutters to himself before pulling his mask over his face.

The Clown licks his lips under the mask in glee as he slowly begins to undress you down to your panties. He giggles to himself admiring his work, oh what he is DYING to do to you. He hears a thump nearby and then a familiar voice.

"That's far enough I think," Frank says, voice laced with venom. The Clown turns to look at who's stopping his fun time and smiles.

"Frank, my boy! Come to admire my work?"

"Shut the fuck up you Gacey wannabe, I'm here to stop it," he flicks his hunter's knife in his palm. The Clown bellows a laugh.

"You can't touch me here son, that would be against the rules. Besides, why do you care? You're a killer just like me, why shouldn't we get to have a little fun?"

"See, normally I would agree with you. However, even I have standards and this crosses that line,"

"And those are?"

"I don't rape unconscious people after drugging them you sick bastard," Frank lunges forward stabbing the larger man in the gut with his knife. The blade slicing into his sternum like a knife cutting off a chunk of steak. The Clown roars and grabs his stomach.

"Y-you little shit!" He growls. Frank wipes the blade winding up for another attack.

"You're not..getting away with this. You'll…you'll be punished by the Entity for you're-" the Clown chokes up bile and blood. Frank kicks him over, leaning a knee onto the larger man's neck so he chokes some more.

"That spider creep can do what it wants with me, after I'm done teaching an old piece of shit like you a lesson,"

The gates lift open with a whail and the other survivors head into the exit.

"Something doesn't feel right," Kate pipes up, rubbing her forearms.

"I agree, we never even saw the killer. This was too easy," David replies.

"Why look a gift horse in the mouth? Easy trial is a good trial!" Ace muses. David gives him a dirty look while Kate starts to look panicked.

"Oh God, where is (Y/N)?!"

"Shit! I barely saw her after the start of the trial!"

"But nobody was on the hooks, did they get away?"

The survivors begin to hear a noise of corn rustling behind them. Emerging from the corn holding you in their arms is Frank. His mask is off to the side of his head, revealing his face to the group. He's covered in blood, none of it his or your's. The group stares at him, Kate noticing you in his arms, clothes torn asunder.

"Oh God, (Y/N)! Is she ok?"

"What the fuck are you doing with her?" David asks in a growl.

"Relax, she's just unconscious. The killer was the Clown, he was going to hurt her but I stopped it," Frank says.

"Holy shit," Ace murmurs. Frank hands you off to David, who takes you in his arms. Kaye moves your hair to check your breathing.

"You guys better get going before you become Entity chow,"

"Wait sug, thank you for helping her but what's in this for you?" Kate asks.

"Nothing, just consider it a gift from a friend," Frank says. The group turns to leave, David carrying you through the gate and back to safety. Frank turns on the heels of his boots and wanders back into the corn to admire his work. The Clown is in slices, slowly being recombined by the Entity's power. He wishes he could kill the creepy old fuck but for some reason the Entity enjoys keeping him around. In moments the Entity's long legs burst from the ground and pull Frank under into the shadowy realm it exists in.

It's dark and numbing in the Entity's space. Frank can't tell if he's standing or floating in the smokey void that houses the ominous being.

"You disappoint me Frank Morrison. You've disobeyed the one rule I give you," the Entity speaks. "Do you know how long it will take to fix your mess?"

"Like there's a shortage of killer clowns," Frank rolls his eyes.

"SILENCE, HUMAN! You do not have the higher ground to speak to me in any way you desire. You've gone against my game, my trials, disrespected my blessings, you must be punished,"

"Do whatever you want with me, but do not touch the rest of the Legion. They're innocent,"

"I am aware. Unlike you, they've been following the rules of my game. Only you shall suffer the fate I provide you,"

"You gonna kill me?" The Entity laughs.

"You would like that wouldn't you, Frank Morrison? No, you do not get such luxuries. I shall punish you in a way that fits the crime," The world goes pitch black and Frank feels his body grow heavy. He loses consciousness.

Frank opens his eyes to see a sky dimly lit with stars, a tangle of tree branches against the skyline, his body aching in pain from laying on the cold, hard ground. He does a check over to make sure he still has all his limbs and appendages, nothing seems to be missing. He sits up, hearing a nearby stream trickling by and feeling an incredible thirst overtake him. Running to the stream he begins scooping water into his palm and drinking. He goes until he feels the dryness in his mouth subside, taking deep breaths to relax himself. He looks down into the water and sees changes in his reflection. His eyes have become a soft grey, the hints of red that coated them from the Entity are gone. Physically he doesn't feel as strong as he was. His usual leather jacket and hoodie have been replaced with his varsity jacket and a t-shirt, with jeans and sneakers instead of his combat boots and camo tactical pants.

"What the fuck…" he whispers to himself. A lot of his piercings he did after becoming a killer were gone except for an eyebrow piercing, the scar across the bridge of his nose from it getting broken remains, with a mop of dark hair on the top of his head but shorter on the sides. He can hear voices in the distance, survivors he thinks. He reaches for his knife but his trusty blade is gone.

You shall live as one of them, this is your new fate the Entity echoes in Frank's head. He panics for a moment, running a hand through his hair, trying to come to terms with what that even means for him. He was now a survivor, no longer killing them but PART of their group. Suddenly he feels a strange ease wash over him because it dawns on who he can be with: you.

He gets up off the ground and begins to approach the fire light in the distance. Survivors are gathering around the flames, chatting, he recognizes a lot of them from his hunts. As he steps further into the light he steps on a stick, the crack makes everyone turn and go silent. Small gasps and murmurs throughout the crowd saying his name or just Legion. David stands up, hands clenched into fists before he barks.

"What the fuck do YOU want?" Frank holds up his hands.

"Whoa whoa, easy, I'm not a killer anymore,"

"Pft yeah right, like we believe that bullshit," Nea snorts from her spot leaning against a tree.

"Killers can't enter survivor spaces!" Someone yells, he thinks it's Meg. More muttering erupts.

"Now hold on y'all, maybe we should hear him out?" Kate suggests. "Are you all forgetting he saved (Y/N)? He let us go last trial!" Everyone stops muttering and goes quiet, exchanging looks. Tapp crosses his arms, David clenches his jaw.

"Go on then," Kate encourages.

"Well, apparently I pissed off the Entity enough that I'm being punished for that. Now I'm one of you," Nobody speaks. The group exchanges glances around, wondering what to do or say. Frank rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Suddenly he feels someone crash into his back nearly knocking him over, two arms wrap around him.

"YOU SAVED ME!" the voice he's adored since you first came here, it's yours. Frank turns in your grasp to see you giving him a hug, tears streaming down your face.

"(Y/N) don't touch him!" Tapp yells.

"Kate told me what you did and I never got to thank you…and now you're being punished for helping me,"

"H-hey, it's not your fault. I wanted to help you," You let go of him so he can turn to face you, but he wishes you didn't. You wipe at your eyes trying to stop yourself from crying. You were in shock when Kate told you what Frank had done. Saving you from the Clown who tried to do something so horrible to you, and now he was a survivor like the rest of you. You feel Frank's warm hand cup your chin and pull your face to meet his eyes.

"Don't be sorry, I wouldn't let that sicko do what he wanted to you. Besides, this isn't so bad," he smiles, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. You can feel your cheeks heating up, eyes blown wide as he looks down at you.

"I hate to interrupt the touching moment here but it's not like the Entity brought in a new survivor the same way. He doesn't have a cabin," says a voice, Frank thinks it's Adam.

"H-he can stay with me!" You blurt out. Frank lets go of your face, eyes wide.

"I don't think that's a good idea,"

"He doesn't have anywhere to go, and it's something I can do to repay him for saving me,"

"You really trust this guy?" Jill asks, crossing her arms across her chest, approaching closer to help her friend if Frank tries anything. He glares at her, he never did like cops.

"Listen I get it sounds insane, but I don't even have a weapon on me," Frank says.

"We could always pat him down and double check?" Suggests Laurie from the crowd.

"I'll do it," Leon volunteers, stepping forward. He grabs Frank's shoulder, instructing him to put his hands on a nearby tree while he conducts a search.

"You pat down all the pretty boys, officer?" Frank quips. Leon shoots him a look and Frank winks back. Everyone shifts uncomfortably.

"He's clean," Leon says, Frank turns back around and you give him a warm smile.

"If nobody else is willing to give him a place to stay what's the issue? Besides, I don't really feel like being alone tonight after…today," you look towards the ground, shuffling your foot in the dirt. Frank takes your hand in his and gives a small squeeze.

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior officer," he says, you gaze up at him and feel a blush forming on your cheeks. Jill snorts, glaring at him.

"If it'll make (Y/N) feel safer, and we really don't have a place for him," Jill remarks. The rest of the group just kind of nods and mutters to themselves. Leon approaches you and whispers in your ear.

"If he tries anything you know where to find me," you nod back, feeling his hand squeeze your shoulder. Other survivors begin to disperse, some walking in groups or pairs off to the cabins. Each survivor came with a cabin that replicates where they came from. Yours resembles your old apartment before the Entity claimed you. Opening the door, you flick on the light and Frank follows you in, hands in his jacket pockets. Your living space is small, a one bedroom apartment maybe five hundred square feet. Frank begins to look around, making himself comfortable like a cat in a new home.

"I know it's not very big but it's cozy and better than sleeping outside," Frank flops down on the couch, you wander into your bedroom looking for something comfortable for him to wear. You knew you had sweatpants from an old ex in your drawers and maybe he could borrow a bigger t-shirt. You dig out the pair of grey sweats and manage to find a t-shirt he could wear from your old college. You walk back out and hand them to him.

"Here, for you to change into so you don't have to wear jeans to bed," he gives you a smile.

"Aw, how sweet of you,"

"You can shower off in the bathroom over there if you feel like it,"

"Actually that sounds kinda nice," you show him the bathroom, giving him a clean towel of his own and explain the door can be locked for privacy. Undressing and turning on the shower, Frank steps into the warm water letting it wash over him and down his body. He can't stop thinking about how lucky this turned out for him. Why the Entity would bless him by bringing him closer to you was beyond him, but he wasn't about to question this punishment.

Using some of your soap to wash his body, Frank gently hums to himself. One of his favorite pastimes was singing and humming to himself. He feels on cloud nine right now. You've taken the opportunity to change into your own pajamas, some black pajama pants and a tank top, hearing Frank humming from the other side of the door. He seems oddly happy considering everything, and most times during trials with him he would let you go at the end. The humming turns to singing, Frank has a lovely voice you had to admit. A moment later the water shuts off but the singing continues.

Frank exits the bathroom, running the towel over his hair to dry some of the water out. He keeps singing to himself, wearing the clothes you gave him. He seems so relaxed and happy being here.

"You seem happy," you remark. Frank gives you a wolfish grin.

"It's just been a really great day,"

"I figured you would be upset with all this,"

"Well I'm upset I never got to tell the other Legion members what was going on but I know they're safe and the Entity won't touch them,"

"So you're very close with them?"

"We are like a family," Frank smiles. "It's weird no longer having the intense urge to kill from the Entity's power, physically I don't feel as strong as before," he stares at his hands. You sort of feel bad, he's been separated from his family and dumped here full of people who have already judged him.

"I'm sorry you risked everything to help me," you murmur. Frank's head snaps to look at you.

"Hey don't be sorry, I did it on my own. I wouldn't let that fucker hurt you or have his way with you," he says sternly.

"But why? Weren't you also a killer?" Frank fidgets.

"Yeah but…I'm not like him," You cross your arms across your chest and give him a look.

"I've seen you mori my friends and wipe their blood on your mask while laughing. What makes you different? Why save me?" Frank bounces his knee in agitation.

"I just am ok? Trust me,"

"You can't blame me for being skeptical dude, you would chase me all over the map for kicks. You loved doing the frenzy thing so why-"

"Because I fucking like you ok?! I care about you! I've been obsessed with you since our first trial together! Now I have this chance to…to be here!" You put a hand over your mouth and look at him in shock. Frank's face turns the brightest red.

"I'm sorry for yelling," he says.

"No it's ok, t-thank you for telling me," you look down at the floor. There's an awkward pause.

"Maybe we should go to sleep," Frank suggests. You agree and go to get him some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch from your bedroom. Frank runs a hand through his hair. He feels like a huge jerk.

"If you need more stuff let me know," you say.

"You've already done a lot, (Y/N). Thank you," you give a small nod before disappearing behind your bedroom door. Frank sighs, leaning back on the couch and groaning into his hands.

You have the worst nightmares of your life, vivid and horrifying as you relive the trauma from the previous trial. It goes further, the Clown keeps you awake but you cannot move and feel everything he's doing. You scream and thrash until you wake up gripping your chest, panicking. Your bedroom door flies open and you see Frank in the doorway. He rushes to your side, you feel tears threatening to drop down.

"Are you ok?! I heard screaming so I ran in here,"

"Y-yeah…just a bad dream," you say. Frank turns on the lamp beside your bed, you can see his face is coated in concern.

"What was it about?" He asks.

"Just the Clown and what happened,"

"It sounded worse than just that,"

"I'll be ok Frank I just need to calm down,"

"Push over," he instructs.

"Wh-"

"Just do it," you push over, making space in the bed. Frank gets in beside you and pulls you into his body. You feel his warmth, a welcoming sensation, wash over you as his strong arms wrap around you. You're pressing into his chest, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he murmurs softly in your ear.

"You're safe, you're ok. I'm here now, I won't let him touch you," and the overwhelming feeling of tears you've been trying to hold back overcomes you and you begin to sob uncontrollably into Frank. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, he continues to rub your back and repeat those words like a mantra. You've never been treated like this before, most of your exs made emotions seem like a huge issue. Eventually your manic sobs settle to small tears and your breathing slows down. Frank continues to hold you.

"That's my girl, let it alllll out. I'm here," you blush at him calling you his girl.

"I'm sorry I've drenched you," he gives a small laugh.

"It'll dry, do you feel better?"

"Yeah…I do. Thank you,"

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks. You grip his t-shirt tightly.

"Please stay, I don't…I don't want to be alone," you can almost see his smile in your mind.

"OK baby, I'll stay as long as you want,"

He sings softly to you, a song you don't quite recognize, eventually you fall back asleep in his arms. Once he feels you safely asleep he rolls to the side to turn off the light beside the bed. Back to holding you close Frank tries to push down the fury he has for the Clown and the fear you have inside you from his disgusting actions. He would make him pay all over again, a thousand times, just to make you feel safe.

Morning arrives and you slowly awaken, laying on your side with your back to Frank and his arm draping around your waist. You slept much better having him beside you, snuggling under the comforter. You give a small stretch, feeling the need to pee. You try to wiggle free but Frank tightens his grip and pulls you back into his sleeping form. You giggle, trying to escape his grasp but he doesn't let go.

"Frank pleaaaase let me go? I need to pee so bad!" You beg. He lets go and you escape, running out of the room. Frank groans and buries himself under the covers once again. He's content with just staying in your bed all day, it was nice to not wake up freezing his ass off like in Ormond. He temporarily falls back asleep when he hears a knock on your cabin door and you run to answer it. Peeking out from under the blankets he can hear murmurs from outside. Two other voices, female from the cadence. Frank drags himself out of bed to investigate.

"You doin' ok hon?" Kate asks.

"Yeah I'm better than yesterday, that's for sure,"

"We were worried about you and Frank staying together, he didn't hurt you did he?"

"No, he actually helped me out of a panic attack last night. It was really sweet!"

"He hasn't tried anything funny has he?" Jill asks. Frank clicks his tongue.

"No! He's been nothing but respectful and kind, honestly you guys are worried over nothing,"

"Don't you think it's weird the Entity dumped him here after all this?" Frank opens the bedroom door and practically runs up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on top of yours.

"Morning ladies, thanks for coming to check in," Frank says. Jill gives him a dirty look.

"Y'all look awfully cozy for just one night together," Kate remarks.

"What can I say? I'm just that damn charming," Frank smirks. You blush feeling his warmth contrast the cool air outside.

"I'm OK guys, seriously thank you for worrying," you say in earnest. Jill relaxes a little hearing you sound so content, pulling the sleeve of Kate's jacket as a sign to back down.

"We'll see you later then," she says with a smile. You nod, closing the door as the two girls turn to walk away. Frank lets go of your waist but in a swift motion sweeps you up bridal style to take you back to the bedroom. You let out a little squeak when he does, he's still so strong for not having his Entity powers. He puts you back into the bed and hops in beside you, pulling you into his chest.

"Now where were we?"

#frank morrison #dead by daylight #dbd legion #dbd x reader #fan fic author #x reader

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thetoxicgamer · 10 months

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Dead by Daylight finally offers solution for disconnecting players

With its fresh characters and consistent updates, Dead by Daylight is the horror game that just keeps giving. Even additional stuff from Behaviour Interactive is coming soon, along with some balance adjustments and some intriguing new features. In a recent update, the Dead by Daylight developers covered certain character changes as well as more significant information, such the addition of survivor disconnect bots that are driven by AI. This is a wonderful inclusion because disconnected survivors have been a problem for players in DBD for a time. Back in May during a live stream, developers first announced Dead by Daylight survivor disconnect bots and some anti-camping measures. They have just revealed the update adding the bots is on the way, stating that “any survivor who disconnects will be replaced with an AI substitute.” The devs followed up by saying that “everyone in the match will be notified that a bot has taken over.” Players that have disconnected will still receive their usual penalty and forfeit any accumulated rewards. DBD devs also wrote that the AI-powered bots will regularly be updated so as to improve their quality. Alongside the disconnect bots, the game is introducing a “successful report” feature so that players know the devs have looked at their report. “In the next update, you’ll notice a window appear when logging in if one or more of your reports has led to a ban.” No longer will we be left wondering if our reports made a difference, as the message will also show “the date of the player band and the reason for banning.” Another notable change is that of The Onryo. Cursed Tapes have become more dangerous, meaning that taking one “is now a strategic choice you will need to make.” Projection is also being overhauled with changes that “make it much easier to spread Condemned while using your power in a way that feels natural.” Sadako isn’t the only killer being tweaked, as more general updates are coming for the frightening figures. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkRROhB_Gzo Most notably, hook grabs are going to work very differently. As stated by the devs, “we are removing grabs from unhooking survivors.” This means that you won’t have to play cat-and-mouse with the killer as you try to save your friend. However, “the killer will still be able to hit you twice before you can make your escape.” In other words, you’ll be trading your own life for your friend’s. Brand new parts have been frustrating for killers, leading DBD devs to rework them in the upcoming update as well. “When a brand new part is installed, you will face a difficult skill check.” If you succeed the skill check, the generator’s required charges will be reduced by 10 and the add-on will be consumed. “As this lowers the required charges for the affected generator, any regression perks which apply regression based on the generator’s total charges will have their effectiveness slightly reduced.” Other upcoming content coming with the update includes balance changes to perks, killer tweaks, and a balance update for Coldwind Farm maps so that survivors are not too overpowered. You can view the full developer update notes here on the DBD website if you want to dive deeper into the smaller gameplay changes. Be sure to look through our round-up of Dead by Daylight codes for this month, and check out more information about the 2023 DBD anniversary event. You can also browse some of our favorite multiplayer games if you love playing DBD with friends. Read the full article

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calveesmain · 2 years

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I Played 10 Games And Recorded My Results!!

In light of a recent Das Food video ( https://youtu.be/EPW9wxT4tGo ), I performed the experiment myself.

I played 10 rounds of DBD and recorded what that was like as a low-rank solo que' r on playstation.

(Some information about me and my skill. I do have cross play enabled. Tonight I reached Silver grade 4. I've been playing for about a year. The perks I ran changed a few times during the experiment but we're as fallows.

(Rounds 1&2 Boil Over, Adrenaline, Kindred, Balanced Landing.Round 3 Boil Over, Adrenaline, Kindred, Hope. Rounds 4-10 I ran Boil Over, Unbreakable, Decisive Strike, and Self Preservation. ))

In my rounds I faced 2 repeat killers. Myers and Trapper.

The thing I found that was most upsetting. Is that tonight, of the 10 rounds I played. I had 2 killers DC. Both were near the end of their rounds with most or all gens compleated. One killer AFK, and faced i "game changing behavior" from killers in 5/10 rounds and from other survivors 6/10 rounds! That's more than half for each!!

( Note; "Game Changing Behavior" is defined as basically the things people complain about. It's not necessarily wrong, but it's frustrating at best and throws the match at worst. For killers it'd be camping, tunneling, slugging. Survivors would be throwing, trolling, or sfw-ing. Both also include D/Cing and AFKing.)

As for what I saw if the possibility emerging meta builds. I got nothin'. 3 of the killers I faced weren't even running perks. And I only had 2 repeats show up, those being Unrelenting and Shadowborn.

As for survivor, the top 4 most common perks tonight were Lythe, Dark Sense, Spine Chill, and Kindred. I only saw dead hard twice all night. That's weird..

I don't see any good patterns emerging any time soon.

Other things I found are that out of 50 possible gens, 42 were completed!! And exactly half of the survivors tonight escaped! I saw Coldwind farm 4 times tonight, And I survived 6/10 games!! Which isn't bad!!!

Also most of the killers I faced hadn't pristiged their characters. This indicates nothing about skill now, but may start to as we get used to this version of dbd.

Honestly my takeaway from this is that this is really disheartening. The number of matches that were thrown by killers that just didn't want to lose. Or survivors that didn't want to try.

It feels like so many people are so quick to start abandoning this game after the 6.0 update.

Also! Shout-out to the Claudette in game 9!! She saved me from the hook after the other 2 survivors died and I ended up abandoning her. I didn't deserve to survive game 9!!!

Anyone else hyperfixate enough to do this? 😅

#dbd #dead by daylight #das food #dbd youtube #dbd update #dbd killer #can you tell i hyperfixate on game theory frequently #it was cool to have the motivation to run an actual science experiment though!#i did this mostly at like 2 am so i wanna run this again during the day #dead by daylight fandom

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atlantisskiy · 2 years

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it smells of dirt and corn

#dead by daylight #dbd #coldwind farm #Aesthetic #videogame #stylish #edit #colors #nature #meg thomas #kate denson #dwight fairfield #nea karlsson #fields #david king #claudette morel #yun jin lee

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hex-screenshot · 3 years

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So we have a daylight map now?

|more screenshots

#dbd #Graphics Update #dead by daylight #daylight #sun #dbd yui #pyramid head #dbd jeff #dbd nea #ptb #coldwind farm

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nakeddavidclub · 2 years

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Posters. The Realms. 1.

̥ MacMillan Estate - Suffocation Pit

̥ The Game - Gideon Meat Plant

̥ Coldwind Farm - Rotten Fields

̥ Autohaven Wreckers - Blood Lodge, Gas Heaven

̥ Haddonfield - Lampkin Lane

̥ Backwater Swamp - The Pale Rose

̥ Crotus Penn Asylum - Father Campbell’s Chapel

#dead by daylight #dbd #macmillan estate #the game #coldwind farm #autohaven wreckers #haddonfield #backwater swamp #crotus penn asylum #posters #NDC

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pink-polygon · 3 years

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The Hillbilly.

Dead by Daylight fanart.

#dbd #game #horror #coldwind farm #the hillbilly #digital #painting #illustration #dead by daylight #graphic design #max thompson jr

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lithium-snow · 4 years

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robinsarm · 3 years

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So, what if the killer realms offered more than just a home for killers and trial space?? What would they hold? Some DBD headcanons that I haven’t really seen before. Do tag me if this has been done but I just wanted to make my own list.

(For reference, I’m not replacing the canon bloodweb, I just thought, “what if the survivors/killers weren’t getting enough from their bloodwebs?”)

Macmillan Estates: Bog Laurels and Sweet Williams (Objective and Boldness offerings) At first, Trapper was very protective of the plants. He didn’t want the survivors to get more bloodpoints for being annoying. It used to be a whole separate trial endeavor to get even one sachet before Trapper noticed they were there. However, as time has gone on and more killers have gotten on Trapper’s bad side, he’s been more open to handing over the boldness offerings. The survivors know that if he offers them up personally, he wants them to act as shitty as possible to a specific killer (It’s usually aimed at Legion or Freddy)

Autohaven Wreckers: Toolboxes and add-ons galore Much like Trapper, Wraith didn’t really like his stuff stolen at first. Generators were hard enough to counter as it was, he didn’t need to give them a boost. For a long time, Wraith would stay cloaked amongst a decent pile of toolboxes and wait for the survivors to show up, then run them off. It was only when Jake showed up one time, with a burlap bag of bloodpoints, and offered it for a few items did Wraith finally begin to loosen up. Now, it’s a tradition to show new survivors Autohaven first so they can meet Wraith and learn that they can buy toolbox stuff from him.

Coldwind Farms: Primrose Blossoms (Altruism offerings) The fact that Hillbilly, the killer having endured the worst abuse of the killers, guards the empathy offering is a sick, cruel irony from the Entity itself. Hillbilly doesn’t notice the flowers very often, but when he does it’s usually because a survivor is in the process of taking them. Hillbilly is Wraith’s feelings about stealing x1000. There is no convincing him. The only way to get the offerings from the killer is to take them when he’s in a trial. The survivors have tried the bloodpoint trick with Hillbilly too, but he’s never gone for the offer.

Crotus Prenn Asylum: Shrouds Each shroud offering has its own distinct color that doesn’t blend with the gray land of the burnt asylum or decrepit chapel at all. They take some searching to find, but always manage to be in places that none of the survivors expect. One such shroud, Vigo’s, was in a burning barrel, completely unharmed. David can’t say the same for his hand since he was the one who retrieved it. Nurse doesn’t care if survivors show up to collect a few of the fabric pieces. She doesn’t believe it makes a difference in the long run. Clown would probably care if he wasn’t constantly passed out, drunk or otherwise, in between each trial.

Haddonfield: Crispleaf Amaranth (Survival offerings) Good luck getting one of these past Michael. Good luck living long enough to find one. Another bit of irony from the Entity, trying to survive long enough to get this offering is near impossible. In order to have a chance, the survivors need to bring 4+ of their teammates to distract Michael long enough to look. Michael’s not dumb though. The killer will usually find all the offerings first and defends them like a silent snake.

Léry’s Memorial Institute: Batteries That’s not a joke. The survivors haven’t been able to find anything other than batteries. In hindsight, it makes a bit of sense being how electricity-dependent the realm is. But, that doesn’t mean the survivors don’t hope for a medkit or anything else like they’d expect. Feng is really the only one that goes to get more of the flashlight addon. Not once has she come back with anything less than an armful of batteries.

Backwater Swamp: The Wards (Black/White/Sacrificial) Backwater was the first realm to have both survivors and killers actively trying to retrieve the offerings. There’s a catch though. Unlike other realms, where multiple of the add-on or offering appear at a time, only one of the three wards appear per Entity day. If it’s a black ward, the killers are actively fighting to get it before the survivors can. If the survivors get the black ward, they’ll just destroy it later. It’s vice versa when dealing with white wards. If it’s a sacrificial ward, one of two things happens: either both parties are too disappointed to even go for it, or it’s a complete bloodbath - neither side is safe if that’s the case.

Red Forest: Medkits and their add-ons Another bit of Entity’s humorous irony, medkits are surprisingly abundant on these maps. However, the Huntress and Plague both guard them like hawks. Huntress will actually plant medkits and alluring add-ons in high enough spots to make the survivors struggle reaching for them. It gives her ample time to ready a hatchet and practice throwing. Plague doesn’t like the styptic bottles, so those are the things that don’t usually leave her realm. Survivors can get away with a bandage here and there, but usually end up using it on the way back to the fire.

Springwood: Reagents No one really cares enough to go to Badham to retrieve reagents. No one wants to deal with Freddy; survivor and killer alike. The only memorable time that someone went of their own free will was when Julie and Susie wanted to. They actually approached the survivor camp asking for help because they didn’t want to go up against the burnt pedo being just the two of them. Some agreements were shared and David, Jeff, and Quentin ended up helping the girls. Julie and Susie got enough clear reagents to last them for months and the boys got a few good punches in; Quentin actually managing to break the killer’s jaw in the process.

Gideon Meat Plant: Blueprints The Game used to offer nothing, so nobody went. It was only when the blueprint offerings were introduced, and Pig seemed to be offering them quite a bit, did the survivors begin to get suspicious. Felix was the one to recognize the offering first when he was searching with a group. Much like the wards, only one blueprint appears per Entity day; it’s not as much of a fight for them, however.

Yamaoka Estate: The Oaks (Putrid/Rotten/Moldy/Petrified) This offering is prevalent and has to be snapped off the surrounding trees. Killers frequent this realm more than the survivors do. There was one time when Adam and Yui both went to retrieve some Petrified Oak for the group and found not 3, not 4, but 5 killers on Family Residence, not including the Spirit and Oni. Those two have never run faster in their life and refuse to this day to go back without at least a full group.

Ormond: ??? There’s no specific item that can be found on Ormond. Spin a wheel of anything that can be used in a trial and the survivors will probably find it. Steve and Nancy both came back with event items that they hadn’t been around in ages. Everyone believes that the Legion just steals from other realms and hoards their prize around their resort, but no one’s been able to prove it.

Hawkins National Laboratory: Mori’s The first Killer offering exclusive realm, and again, like the wards and blueprints, only one spawns per Entity day. The Demogorgon doesn’t care about the offerings usually; it’s always having too much fun chasing after the killers who trespass. In order to find the offerings, the killers have to search around the dead bodies strewn across the realm. Once, multiple days had gone by and there were no mori’s to be found. Some thought Demo had taken them, but the Nurse had a different idea and checked the room only she could access. She left that realm with eight Ebony Memento Mori’s that day and checks back frequently.

Grave of Glenvale: Alcohol The first realm to not offer a trial item. Each Entity day, Deathslinger’s bar refills every bottle present. If there are no bottles, the Entity will take one day to replace the bottles and then the next to refill them. Deathslinger doesn’t like company, so, get a drink depends on his mood. If you show up he’ll either hand you a bottle and make you leave, or shoot you dead on the spot. Zarina is the only one allowed to stay regardless of his mood. Zarina has shown up to trials plastered many many times.

Silent Hill: Other realm offerings Hung on many of the walls or tucked away on the shelves, both survivors and killers can find any other realm’s offerings. Mary’s Letter has never been found but the rest of the realm's offerings are free game. Some can be found in the same spot each time. Ormond’s damaged photo is usually hung on a second story bulletin board while Glenvale’s dusty noose is usually found hanging from a tree in the courtyard. Pyramid Head patrols his realm constantly, so if the survivors are wanting a realm offering that doesn’t have a specific spot, they better be quick and lucky. Ace is convinced he’d be the best one for the job, but Cheryl’s proven herself to be the one to grab the most and leave unharmed.

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