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#dbd the clown
typednegative · 7 months
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Hi! So, my main platform is Instagram, but I thought I’d give Tumblr a go. I’m an artist and writer. Here is my latest piece, which is my crossover of Captain Spaulding and the Clown from Dead by Daylight. These characters are special to me and there are some similarities between them, like their grody personalities, violent nature and interest in performing as clowns, needless to say. So here they’re gonna perform as each other. Something tells me they’d go for a drink together and talk shit about the people that aggravate them. I colored this with Prisma pencils and bleed proof white. Hope y’all enjoy! 🖤🤡💀🩸
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diejager · 6 days
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Joyce, can we have headcanons regarding that sicko bastard known as Jeffrey Hawk aka The Clown? I ADORED that thing u said about him having a dad bod ❤️❤️
*Hands you an ordinary Ultra Ball as a gift*
Oddballer, you’re asking a lot from me, aren’t ya?? That man is just so big and filthy that I’m sure he smells.
The Clown NSFW Headcanon
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, blood, gore, amputation, clown stuff, manhandling, gas/hazing??, tell me if I missed any.
Once a young and athletic kid, building his body to fit a certain way to help him ease through all the hard labour he did, now it his under a warm layer of fat, thick and heavy, bulging over his belt and breast round and soft. He might’ve had some difficulty to run, ambling or striding across the fields with a slow and taunting skip to his step, menacing while he hit the cork of his bottles and shook his special concoction. It made him all the more terrifying, slow and comfortable in his walk, strategic and strangely familiar with every type of hunt, ears keenly aware of the screams and pants of survivors, hungry for the dopamine those pained sounds gave him —especially yours. 
His special bird, the first he’d every wanted to keep, locked away from the other killers and survivors alike, chained to his carney’s caravan by the ankle, bloody and filthy just to his liking. It brought back memories, favourable ones, his first successful hunt, catching a little robin in his hand, the soft and pretty red plumage picked and broken, but you weren’t something he wanted broken.
He liked the fire in your eyes, the fearful and spiteful glare you sent him when he cornered you in the chosen realm, snarling at him like a feral creature. While he hated doing unnecessary work, abhorred the thought of you losing the flare in your being, taming such a wild cat was rewarding by itself. If he could tame you enough to be able to hold and touch you without too much fight, but keep your temper, it was a win-win in his mind. There was nothing more he hated than a husk, a shell of a broken man to keep as a pet. 
He took brave and foolish alike, young or old, nothing was off the table for him, all he needed was the true part of them, a finger to remember his exploits and victory, throwing away the part he deemed trash —fake. He could smell it from their bodies and figured that the hands - fingers - were the truth, a part that showed the person’s life, deeming it a satisfactory boon for him conquest, but you, all parts of you sang a different story to good ol’ Jeffrey Hawk. A true treasure to keep intact. 
While he would love to keep you to himself, a little bird that would sing to him every day with snapping teeth and kicking feet, he wasn’t as favoured by her as other killers were, almost forgotten to his dirty little corner of the forest in his bloodied and smelly caravan, fingers littering every flat surface and beer bottles stacked or rolling across the floor. If he had such a favour, he would keep you in a comfortable corner, placed over a sullied mattress with blankets stacked over it, keeping you warm while he dressed you in his shirts, all browned and smelling of metallic blood and his musk. 
It was thick and heady, mixing with a scent of alcohol and iron, age-old sweat and dirt. You’d complained about his stink, gagging and choking on the many times he cornered you, pressing himself against you to feel and smell you under his grasp. Nose buried in your hair and arms pulling you to his front, your back arching by the neck against the solid mass of his stomach, soft and pudgy if it wasn’t for his rough clothes scratching your tender skin.
It brought tears to your eyes. Be it from the stench of him and his intoxicating tonics, or his wandering hands, slipping under your shirt until it rode up, removing a piece of protection from his hungry eyes, he loved watching you cry. Call it a recreational hazard from his job, tears and wails were just a part of his duty under The Entity’s guidance, but he simply adored your pretty tears, pearly things rolling down your cheeks and your cute sobs filling his lecherous ears.
You don’t know how much it affected him, the pout when you bit your lower lip in frustration while you struggled against him, the squirming that riled him when he had you in his arms, and your spitfire-like tongue, hurling every insults under the sun at him. It stirred something deep in his guts, a dark pleasure bubbling from his loins, fattening the growing hardness between his leg. He easily got worked up by you, the solitude of his lifestyle and the starvation for any kind of touch led his to drool and hunger for it. 
Your skin against his, soft and beautiful, bending easily under his kneading hands, his rough and bloodied glove as forced you on his lap, seated still to let him lap and suck at your small fingers. His tongue curling around your index, thick and lithe, and suckled in his warm and wet mouth while his tongue felt around, drool running down your wrist. He lost himself in these moments, aroused out of his mind and huffing hot breath against your disgusted face.
He liked your reaction —he liked any reaction you gifted him. He savoured each and every one, your gleeful ones, your sorrowful ones, your frustrated one, and your painful ones. He drank it all up like the drugs and alcohol he found pleasure in, gorging on you like an addict would. You were his new addiction, his new drug and dependence. And he hungered.
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jthezombshark · 1 month
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DAWG SLIPKNOT??!!!?!?!?!???!?? LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO?!?!?!?!?!?
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Horror Villains and: What They Would Put in the Hat
(The 7 Minutes in Heaven hat)
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This was pretty much inspired by This post by @your-mxnd-is-mxne ! ^^
Warnings: Cursing and gore (As in limbs being put in the hat)
Animal the Cannibal: A potato peeler. BE CAREFUL.
Baby Firefly: A cute scrunchie. Put it in your hair!! She thinks you'll look so cute ^^ If you don't have hair/its too short, you can put it in hers! ^^ (So basically you win everything)
Billy Loomis: A folded up poster for the local cinema's horror night. They're playing Psycho, The Birds and then Psycho 2 Back-To-Back.
Bo Sinclair: Little plyers. he never leaves home without them, so you better give them back! Play nice and he may use them on you *cough*
Bubba Sawyer: A pig femur... its not clean...
Candyman: A little leather bound journal with his poetry in it. If he likes you, maybe he'll read you some!!
Captain Spaulding: A pamphlet for his shop! He'd just fucken love to show you around.
Carrie White: A pencil. She wasn't sure and she didn't have a whole lot on her! she hopes that's okay ^^
Chop Top Sawyer: His sunnies! Not his wig, that's special. But you got his glasses! He even wants to see you put them on.
Chucky Lee Ray: He put his whole damn shoe in there. I mean, he's a doll. Why not? // If he's in his human form, though, maybe... a... condom...
BONUS for @your-mxnd-is-mxne because its their idea in the first place ^^ Daddy Hall- *cough* I mean Doc Halloran!: Bullet casing. Its, oddly enough, the only thing that was in his pockets?? 😅 After all he is only here to hunt Leslie- see if you can distract him, though.
Dr Suave: A pack of tooth floss from his pocket. He's a dentist, what do you expect from him?
Drayton Sawyer: The keys to the chilly van (Its all he had on him). He's gonna want them back.
Freddy Krueger: A scrap oh his sweater and it turns to dirty brown dust as soon as you see what it is.
Granny Boone: Buckman's initialed handkerchief.
Harper Alexander: A twig that's been widdled a whole bunch. It may snap in your hand- don't you worry, he don't mind ^^
Inkubus: Ripped piece of paper with a backwards K scribbled into it. You get ink stains on your fingers.
Jack Dante: An action figure! Probably He-Man or something. You can play with it for now but you're gonna give it back when he goes home.
Jason Voorhees: A chunk of moss. Its squishy and fresh.
Jedidiah Sawyer: A tie! He's a well dressed man and always brings an extra XD
Jennifer Check: Cherry Coke Chapstick! You know she's that super cool person who had all the branded soda flavours. And she may even apply some to you~
Jerry Dandridge: His scarf. And its cold- why don't you wear it for a while?~ He's very charming. And this is the man you're gonna get stuck in a closet alone with for nearly 10 minutes! Goodluck-
Leslie Vernon: His mask. He's gotta spread the word!! Make sure people know who he is! This felt like a marketing opportunity.
Lester Sinclair: That grizzly lookin' knife of his. Listen to him chat about it and he'll love you forever.
Luda Mae Hewitt: Wooden spoon. Her logic? If she goes in there with someone iffy she can beat them with it.
Max Grief: Cassette tape out of his car. He wasnt sure what to really put in, so, *shrug*
Mayor Buckman: Boone's initialed handkerchief (Yeahhhh, they're cute like that XD).
Mental Manny: Straw twisted and bent into the shape of some satanic symbol. You feel uncomfortable holding it. But oh, he wants you to have it now~~ A gift.
Michael Myers: Someone's ear.
Mickey Altieri: A snack. Like a cookie from a vending machine or a pack of 2 minute noodles. You can have it, no worries.
Midnight Man: The page with the names on it. ... wanna play a game?
Miss Quinn: Her hand mirror. Come on now, sweetheart!!~ We'll make you look pretty.
Monty Hewitt: A screwdriver. You got anything he can fix up rela quick? He doesn't mind, if it means he can get away from Hoyt for a bit.
Otis B. Driftwood: You don't wanna know. I'm not telling you. Put it down.
Pamela Voorhees: Her drivers licence. She was looking in her wallet and thought it was logical- plus she sure as hell wasn't putting in her polaroid of Jason.
Patrick Bateman: His card, of course. Its so damn crisp- you get a paper cut.
Pennywise: A horn! Honk honk!
Rocco the Clown: Some poor bastard's kneecap. Yes. A kneecap. And I still won't tell you what Otis put in the hat.
Roman Bridger: A very fancy pen. The kind thats like 50 dollars for one. It's for signing contracts but he likes to show off that he has it.
Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: 'His' sheriff's badge! He wants you to comment on it, too- call him Sheriff Hoyt- stroke his ego. That's all he wants.
Stu Macher: A lollipop! You can have it, he's already sucking one. You two can have matching blue tongues!
Stuart Lloyd: Someone forced him to chuck in the USB that his little movie is on- he's terribly anxious about it and hope that you'll just give it right back and don't play it. Its not done...
DBD! The Clown: A little travel bottle with a suspicious liquid inside. He suggests that you drink it... I suggest you do not. Unless, you know, you're into it-
DBD! The Deathslinger: A wrench. He's a handy man and never leaves the house without his handy wrench!
The Djinn: ... the jewel...
DBD! The Huntress: A bunny ear from a bunny doll. She can do it herself but if you sew it back onto her dolly then you have a friend for life.
The Man (Hush): A switchblade. He's gonna want it back but (; you can keep it while you're in the closet with him if it makes you feel safer.
Taxidermist: Some kind taxidermists tool. Maybe a fleshing cone or a necker knife.
Thomas Hewitt: A pretty rock. 🪨
Vincent Sinclair: A notepad so he can talk to you if you don't know sign language ^^
Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: A crushed can of coke. He doesn't carry shit around with him and he sure as fuck is not handing over his knife.
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youcancallmenoob · 1 year
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naild it. finishd it. Had bit too much with stretch marks.... as... i imagine he was kinda fit before circus life and then just WHOMP got big in like half a year.
Edit: I FORGOT MY SCREEN ON WRONG SETTING AND I NOW SEE THIS ON MY OHONE ITS SO DARK. FKSKSJSHAHA. NAILD UT STILL
also ima do ginge pspspspsps  @lettherebemonsters @dbd-clowndaddy-05​ @sadclownuwu​
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deadbyoffering · 1 year
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25 things that the killers (mainly Mr. Carter) are not allowed to do 
Due to the “chainsaw Myers incident,” killers are not allowed to steal or borrow a another killers weapon or power for trials. Yes, it was awesome, but it puts an unfair advantage to the survivors.
The Legion are not allowed to steal Jeffrey’s bottles and make them into Molotov cocktails than claim it’s their new power rework.
Just because Mr. Carter is called The Doctor and have medical knowledge, doesn’t mean he’s a license doctor or thee doctor or the best doctor there ever was. He’s not allowed to claim so.
Mr. Carter is not allowed to ask the survivors if any would volunteer for any kind of his experiments outside their campsite.
Killers are not allowed to play dark souls boss music when there’s a brawl or argument between killers. No, not even music from Spongebob.
Just because Miss Mora was a close associated with crows, doesn’t mean she’s their handler and hold responsibility for anything they do.
Lisa is not allowed to “borrow” Mikaela’s “Book of Spells” to improve her power. May that monstrosity clone of yours be a lesson on using someone else’s magic without approval.
Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to assist Mr. Jeffrey with his “improvements” of his concoctions and formulas. Don’t ask.
Telling new arrivals that you can tame The Demogorgon with a tummy rub and rat meat is right out.
The Shape is not to be taunted with. Go ahead and see what happens on your accord.
The Nemesis's zombies are not toys, practice targets or crash dummies.
Mr. Carter and Mr. Jeffrey are not allowed to interact without the presence of a responsible overseer. Mr. Morrison does not count as a responsible overseer. Nor does Mr. MacMilian. Or Mr. Johnson. In fact, let's just keep the two of apart, period.
Mr. Hak's knives are not be construct into any kind of cosmetic. Yes Miss Lavoie, your earrings and spiked jacket are impressive, but both have been confiscated.
Mr. Johnson's camera is only for Mr. Johnson’s personal use only not the following: Shooting photo shoots, selfies, pictures of the wildlife and [Redacted]. Really?
Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to host game night, trivia night, movie night and any group activities of sort with his colleagues. Not even if you ask nicely. Or even with the survivors.
Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to argue with historical events with killers from the time period that the events took place. It was three days to clean up the aftermath from your argument with Tazan about the “Fall of the Samurai in Feudal era.”
No one is not allowed to declare war on any animal, thing or even The Entity (Me).
The Legion No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.
Mr. Carter is not allowed to go to fan conventions. Let alone use them as recruitment for volunteers for his experiments. Not even [Redacted] conventions.
"For The Entity" is not an acceptable justification for any decision. Unless I required you to do.
Yes, forum trolls are annoying. No, they don't automatically become Survivors.
Mr. Quinn is no longer allowed to offer the solution of “Use more guns" to any problem. Or "Get bigger guns."
Mr. Carter is not allowed to organize authorize or create in any form a “Dead by Daylight Derby”, staring the Demogorgon, Maurice the Horse, Talbot Grimes, Victor Deshayes, The Legion, The zombies, Kazan Yamaoka and Meg Thomas.” No…Just no.
Joey is not allowed to get on the PA system and announce to the survivors that he just won “The Game”. You know what, Joey is just never allowed on the PA system for any reason, ever.
The Legion is not allowed to arrange, schedule, advertise, promote or sell tickets to "cage matches" between The Executioner and anybody.
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yoitsgb · 11 months
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Q:  Did you know that "Jeffrey" is not clown's real name. And how much do you know about him and his past?
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clown-poll · 1 year
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dbd-clowndaddy-05 · 2 years
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well here they are uwu
you x clown💖
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bass-si · 1 month
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Ask Dead by Daylight presents CLOWN Zzz~ Zzz~ Eh? What'cha doing here?
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He-he)) Anecdote! ahem-ahem Two clowns f*ck... And one of them says you're going to hook up now!
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dbdannoyingnancy · 10 months
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mara-xx217 · 2 years
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What r ur headcanons for how big each of the killers PPs are
I'm genuinely surprised it's taken this long for someone to ask this question. Congrats on being the lucky Anon to ask! I might die of embarrassment after this one lads
You know what's under the cut lol
Evan Macmillan/the Trapper
Average length of around 6 inches
Slightly thicker than average girth
"Average joe" of dicks
Thinks he's all that and a bag of chips
Max Thompson Jr./the Hillbilly
About 5 and a half inches in length
Average girth
He has similar disfigurements to the skin along one side just like he does all over his body
Timid and shy... at first
Philip Ojomo/the Wraith
Just over 6 inches in length
On the slimmer side girth wise
Has an odd texture, much like the rest of his body
And is COLD
Too fast for his own good
Herman Carter/the Doctor
Bigger than average at 7 and a half inches
Hella thick
Will shock the piss out of you
He's a giggler
Jeffery Hawk/the Clown
Ugh- Average...
Average...
Please don't make me talk about Clown dick ;_;
Frank Morrison/the Legion
Man's at 5 and a half inches in length
Average girth
Piercings ;)
Danny Johnson/Ghostface
Danny "Big Dick" Johnson is totally average at about 5 inches
On the slimmer side girth wise
Selfish prick (ha)
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell when I give this jerk the word "the" in front of his cringe killer-sona
Demogorgon (Stranger Things)
Uh, does it even have a static size-?
Monster dick
Should be terrifying and painful
For more context: here ;)
Kazan Yamaoka/the Oni
Big man is nearly 8 inches in length
A member of the THICC boy club
Rarely a rage fucker, but definitely loses control easily
Caleb Quinn/the Deathslinger
My gut tells me he's another for the "Average Joe" club
Very average in all aspects
A bad boy that would only break your heart
Pyramid Head/the Executioner (SH 2)
Uh- He's hyper aggressive and toxic masculinity incarnate sooo...
Big
Bigger
Probably DISGUSTING
Good thing he only punishes the Guilty, eh?
Talbot Grimes/the Blight
Mr. Average Man
An Average Peen
But you can crack it like a glowstick
I dare you
Ji-Woon Hak/the Trickster
Thinks he's hot shit
Spoiler: he's average
All around
Selfish lover
Nemesis (RE 3)
Does he even have anything to work with?
If he did, he would have a MASSIVE DONG
MAGNUM CONDOMS FOR HIS MASSIVE PEEN-
Carry me like a football Mr. Bioweapon
Michael Myers/the Shape (Halloween)
He's among the biggest alongside Jason at nearly 9 inches in length
Not as thick as Jason but he's going to hurt without a doubt
Pain and suffering
Jason Voorhees/Killer of Camp Blood (Friday the 13th)
Big boi is at 9 inches in length
And he is THICC
Kinda... cold
Ride this man please he's horny and terrified-
Freddy Kruger/the Nightmare (Nightmare on Elm's Street)
Slightly smaller than average
Ew
Looks bad
Smells even worse
Do not fuck this gremlin
Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM)
On the shorter side at just under 5 inches
What he lacks in length he make up for in girth
You need to tell him what to do so he doesn't hurt you...
Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface (TCM Remake)
A very respectable 7 inches in length
THICC
An uncomfortable fit but he's careful
Bo Sinclair (HoW)
Nearly 6 inches in length
Average girth
In the "Average Joe" club with his brother and Evan
Thinks Vincent is his better but he's not
Vincent Sinclair (HoW)
He's exactly like his twin
"Average Joe"
Thinks he's better than Bo but he's not
Lester Sinclair (HoW)
Just above 5 inches in length
On the slimmer side in girth
He's a sweet bean don't break his heart please
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saya-sakisaka · 2 years
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Drew the clown from memory 🤡 ❤️
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spookyghostart · 1 year
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Another outfit showcase for Kenneth! This one took a long time to do (mostly because I’ve been busy and then procrastinating a lot 😓) but I’m really happy with the way it turned out! 🎪✨
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youcancallmenoob · 11 months
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https://www.instagram.com/amnestiasynty/
🚫 NOT MINE 🚫 My friend made this for me month ago. Their IG linked ABOVE! 
( @teufelpp also now on tumblr)
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slasher-detective · 1 year
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Tried to paint him to look like The clown from DBD, even sculpted him a new nose lol
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He looks weirdly sassy and I love it 🤡
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