[spaceghostart]

looks like shit but I don’t care

[quick-quiet-blog]

“Hng,” Meg stifled back a groan, the momentum of the hit pushing her forward. She was quick to get up and run, even if she stumbled for a second first. Something in the bottom of her stomach dropped, which only seemed to fuel her running as she stretched her legs out. She had to make the meters stretch.

“Get off my back, you fuck!” The redhead spat– no, more like she screamed it. Whether it was out of frustration or pain, Meg didn’t know. It was all blending together as she reached out for a pallet in front of her. She barely had time to pull it down and scoot over it before she heard metal embedding into wood. Her knees shook. That could have been her again.

A bead of sweat rolled down her temple and onto her cheek. She pushed herself to run again.

[brutal-strength-blog]

Evan grunted as his machete collided with the wood, the blade driven into it as he moved forward and stomped the pallet twice, snapping it apart with the first kick and demolishing it in the second. He picked his machete back up and resumed the chase, the blood in his veins aflame as he built bloodlust, his eyes glazing over slowly as the power of the entity overwhelmed. He didn't want to hunt. But he had to.

[quick-quiet-blog]

quick concept, subject to heavy change? get it. because all her friends went behind her back and figuratively stabbed it. hah.

[smackysmorchie-blog]

EVAN MACMILLAN // THE TRAPPER 

🐻🐻🐻// 🐻🐻🐻// 🐻🐻🐻

[brutal-strength-blog]

Heavy breathing and growling were all that could be heard from the monster of a man. His steps were heavy, his hand tight around the cleaver in his hand. The edge of it burned hot with his hatred for the entity, but he was forced to comply, lest he be tortured once again. His eyes focused on the path ahead of him, listening for the environment. 

He heard crows sound off in the distance, his eyes jumping up to watch it fluttering away before setting off on his chase. There had to be a survivor there. There had to be a reason the crows had moved. He pushed his way past the boxes of his mining company’s warehouse, knocking them over in his furious rush for the first survivor he saw.

@quick-quiet

[quick-quiet-blog]

A hand slipped over Meg’s mouth, her eyes wide as she stared out at the empty space. It was dark, there was dust everywhere, and she had made the mistake of making a noise. Those footsteps sounded all too heavy to be anything good. The girl willed herself not to breathe, but she just couldn’t!

The sound of her heartbeat rose in her ears, skin growing clammy with goosebumps prickling across a freckled canvas. The redhead looked around quickly. No where to hide but behind the other boxes. She continued to make her way in a slowcrawl, crouched and in the opposite direction needed.

Meg was face to face with the smiling killer that those journals had talked about.

[brutal-strength-blog]

Evan glared down at Meg, his red stain bright down to her and into her eyes. She had come straight in front of the monster of the realm. His breathing deepened, feeling his hand tighten around the cleaver as he lunged forward and dug the blade into her shoulder.

He watched the blood spurt out of her shoulder, his eyes closing after a moment having seen her face. She was new. She was afraid. He grimaced beneath his mask. She still had her hope. That was what mattered. And he was sorry he had to sacrifice her.

[bnmxfld]

-William Chapman

[whenistoppretending]

Do you ever just need to be touched?  Not even in a sexual way, just touched.  A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand.  Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.  

[brutal-strength-blog]

[brutal-strength-blog]

Heavy breathing and growling were all that could be heard from the monster of a man. His steps were heavy, his hand tight around the cleaver in his hand. The edge of it burned hot with his hatred for the entity, but he was forced to comply, lest he be tortured once again. His eyes focused on the path ahead of him, listening for the environment. 

He heard crows sound off in the distance, his eyes jumping up to watch it fluttering away before setting off on his chase. There had to be a survivor there. There had to be a reason the crows had moved. He pushed his way past the boxes of his mining company’s warehouse, knocking them over in his furious rush for the first survivor he saw.

@quick-quiet

[bnmxfld]

Lana Del Rey / Honeymoon

[cym0rg]

whats the matter big man

[brutal-strength-blog]

Bad touch.

10 ) pushing your muse to the ground.Evan had been chasing a survivor for the past 4 minutes, huffing angrily as the bruise on the side of his face grew darker with each pallet thrown down, his hand tight around his machete and his other hand clenched into a fist. He forced his way past her and shoved her to the ground, her having been in his way as he was chasing the survivor. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He couldn't be bothered to hit her with the machete either, as that would simply drain his bloodlust for the already injured survivor he chased.

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.

Or send “Bad Touch reverse” for our muses to switch roles.

1) Slapping your muse across the face 2) Punching your muse in the face 3) Punching your muse in the shoulder/arm 4) Kicking your muse off of their feet 5) Stepping on your muse’s foot 6) Biting your muse 7) Grabbing your muse’s face 8) Wrapping hands around your muse’s neck 9) Pushing your muse into a wall 10) Pushing your muse to the ground 11) Holding a gun to your muse’s head 12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg 13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat 14) Using a knife to slash your muse across the arm 15) Hitting your muse in the head with a blunt object 16) Scratching your muse with their nails 17) Throwing something at your muse 18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon 19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones 20) Twisting your muse’s arm

[horrificmemes]

Reblog if you want anons about your muse’s worst memories.

Repressed or not, dig into my muse’s past and make them talk about things they wish they could forget.

[ebonymementomori]

REBLOG this to be added to the masterlist of dead by daylight roleplayers. this applies if you are a single or multimuse blog, or have a non-dead by daylight muse with a dead by daylight verse. PLEASE MENTION IN THE TAGS :

your character’s name ( or just write “multimuse” / for killers: please write out the title e.g. the wraith )

an oc / a canon character / other for muses that aren’t from the game but have a DBD verse

a killer / a survivor

[nostalgicandecko]

[brutal-strength-blog]

@quick-quiet

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

1. Locked in the trunk of a car 2. Tied to a chair 3. Chained up to the wall 4. In a cage 5. Behind prison bars 6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows 7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice 8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other) 9. Stuck in a hole underground 10. Trapped in an attic 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum 12. Stuck in the back of a police car 13. Stuck in an elevator 14. Locked in a vault 15. Strapped to a table