S N A P ! !

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( Not all heroes wear capes. )

[timmy-tams]

Posting this here as well on the off chance that people are active

[moonlit-sewers]

Dead By Daylight → Evan MacMillan “The Trapper”

[frombeyondthereanimatedevildead]

Tfw an old lady shows up and you think she’s a survivor but she’s the new killer

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Don't make Ace spin, everyone will now he needs a bra from his old man tits swinging

watch him clothesline a teammate with those KNOCKERS.

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how do i 360

hopeless. you’re a lost cause.

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i can't 360 : (

lol

learn to play kiDDO

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( hit them red ranks on survivor 

time 2 write )

[ruumiinlaulaja]

[eyeforsecrets]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ manipulation

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mindgames

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ murder

[duke-by-daylight-deactivated]

When Barbecue and Chili shows you the last survivor

[midnightchime]

Here’s an unfriendly neighbourhood Evan for you

(I will draw something actually serious later…)

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( good Reddit memes today boys )

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@friendly-psychiatrist

There were rules. A shared understanding between the hunters of their realm that if it was your blade that drew blood, the life was yours to claim. Respect those that killed before you. 

A concept that Evan had valued from the very start.

He had every right to be pissed when he caught the shock of white fabric draped over HIS catch, which weakly attempted to pulling itself away, clutching the loose intestines that had slipped through the gashes marring their torso. 

Within seconds, one meaty palm slammed into the doctor’s shoulder to shove him away. “ I ain’t sharing. ” 

[hoi-xx]

매칭은 힘들어.

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@thepigsaw

He had pretended to be listening, but truth be told, Evan didn’t understand a damn word that came out of the rotting pig’s head. Who the hell would. 

ENOUGH – tools hit the table forcefully, enough to shock a room into silence.

“ Take the fucking mask off. I can’t hear shit. ”

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@energeticathlete

The narrow descent of stairs creaked under the trapper’s weight, his hulking frame outlined by the light of the Thompson House that had found its way into the basement. Calloused fingers slide over the blunt edge of the butcher’s machete in anticipation. 

“ No way out. ”