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@fogtaken
independent, side-blog ( to @wistcrias ) dbd multimuse.
written by dani ( 24 & she/her ).
non-exclusive, as I will not be able to follow everyone who solely follows this sideblog without following from my main blog.
please message if you’d like to plot!
ADIRIS, aka the plague.
AMANDA YOUNG, aka the pig.
CLAUDETTE MOREL, aka the botanist.
KATE DENSON, aka the songbird.
MEG THOMAS, aka the runner.
MIKAELA REID, aka the witch.
SALLY SMITHSON, aka the nurse.
YUI KIMURA, aka the biker.
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@wistcrias said: FOREHEAD KISS - nurse/sally to philip/wraith!
HUMAN TOUCH is something that, on his better days, philip doesn’t remember to miss. and this is not human touch, not exactly – sally, the nurse is not exactly human as much as she is white cloth and air, the same way that the skin that protected philip’s guts from spilling out has now turned to gnarled, deadened tree-bark. and yet despite his deadened nerves, philip still feels the press of sally’s lips against his forehead – feels it as adrenaline, the good kind, sparks golden through his bloodstream.
he no longer has words, and has long forgotten the sign language that once guided his (human) hands, but he hopes the inquisitive tilt of his head and the slowing of his raspy breaths is understood as the question it is. WHY? still, her gesture is far from unwelcome, and thorned fingers curl slowly, gently, around the nurse’s wrist. an easy grip to break, should she care to, and the best way the wraith can think of to return such a touch.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 is all that fills the air between them for a long moment. every undying exhale is dragged forcefully from her chest. through her blindfold, sally almost allows smiles, but it’s been a long time since she’s had reason to, and if she’s being honest with herself, has likely forgotten how to. she reaches out in lieu of words and presses her fingers to philip’s forehead, where her lips had touched his skin. though, as she does, she does not break the grip he has on her wrist. floating above the floor, it is an unexpected gift to feel something –– someone –– tether her to the ground.
❝ no... reason... ❞ she whispers through the hole-filled sieve of her vocal cords. in the early years of her marriage, andrew had always loved her voice –– his songbird, he’d called her when she sang as she cleaned. ❝ wanted... to... ❞ sally wheezes, her free hand clasping her bridal saw tight, as a child might clutch a comfort blanket. the other hand drifts though, cupping his face and remaining there, lingering.
I wanna Kate’s mini dress
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 the language gap between the killers and the survivors, but she could do nothing to instill that most valuable and innate understanding of cultural differences. it is the youngest of the killers whom adiris could never quite wrap her mind around. they were all so... terribly irreverent. and so very blood-thirsty in a way she could never quite empathize with. what adiris did in service to the entity was worship of the divine –– but what they did...? it was slaughter.
❝ nice job princess. you fucking destroyed those pricks. ❞ @filthysmile snarked, sitting safely above a locker at a hopefully clear distance from the other killer. disgusted, but marveling at her so called 'tactics'. ❝ got any tips for a work buddy like me? ❞
❝ I am no princess, ❞ she responded after a long moment, vile sickness dripping down her chin. adiris towered above almost all the others. certainly enough to level her gaze only slightly up at the young man settled atop the locker, that cruel smile of a mask hiding his face. ❝ to adapt to their weakness is my advice. too many forget my censer is as much a weapon as my purgation. but those that dare come within range will remember that the next time they are tested. ❞ tonight, all four had been sacrificed, their screams like hymnal choirs to adiris’ heart. she paused, the smoke from her censer drifting lazily between them. ❝ what is a work buddy? ❞
I wanted to do some quick scribbles of Kate and Frank. Hope you like them uvu
Mom. But you like Gil. Just talk to him.
you always hurt… independent ruby lane of fear street. heavily canon-divergent. sung by dani. …the ones you love .
it is women who love horror. gloat over it. feed on it. are nourished by it. shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.
WRITTEN BY DANI.
Mom. But you like Gil. Just talk to him.
halston sage (actress & singer)
› ashkenazi jewish, 1993.
I’m easily turned on by this, holy fuck.
evermxre . . . the beast.
oh, kate. his perfect kate, the pretty girl who had been on his arm more times than he could count. it’s honestly a shame that she’s here in this realm ; he wouldn’t have wished that upon her. adam may be cruel, may be a killer, but kate is… DIFFERENT. hasn’t she seen it, the way he never sacrifices her? hooks her, yes, but never SACRIFICES her.
she has his favor. she’s his girl. his OBSESSION.
“ kate… baby… ” the words are spoken so gently, like a caress. hand reaches for hers ; fingers are calloused from the knife’s handle as well as guitar strings. “ you know i had to do that to her. you know that. it’s my duty now. ”
it’s CRUEL, is what it is. the other killers don’t MANIPULATE in the way he does ; the others just drive their blades in, they just spill blood. adam earns the survivors’ trust and then BETRAYS them. it’s sadistic, and he thrives on it.
[ a stab in the back, in the most literal sense ! ]
“ you knew what i was before the fog, darling. ” adam leans in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispers. “ so why are you acting so surprised NOW? ”
𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. the entity must have known that –– why else would she have brought them in together? maybe this was some kind of punishment for kate’s mortal sins on earth. all because she’d loved adam enough to... to pretend like he wasn’t the beast in front of her. and still, she swallows, unable to pull herself away and slip into the fog once more. he can’t hurt her here, outside of the trials –– but that’s not what she’s afraid of. there are other ways to suffer than be hung on a hook, after all.
❝ you don’t have to enjoy it so much, ❞ kate whispers, a hint of bitterness creeping into her words. it’s absurd, that a part of her should feel jealous. but everything about this is absurd. like a feverish nightmare she can’t ever wake from.
her hand pulls from his and finds his chest with every intention of pushing him away from her. but some tortured part of kate clings to the familiarity adam brings –– the life she’d once had back on earth. when he’s this close she can pretend, just for a moment, that everything is okay. even now, kate still sins.
she tugs adam closer. ❝ you betrayed me. ❞
DEAD BY DAYLIGHT → Kate Denson “Hopeful Songbird”
haelinghands . . . the botanist.
@fogtaken. ✐
the time spent in the fog was hard on all of them. both mentally, and physically. even if they did escape their trials, didn’t have a part of their soul ripped from them ; it was terrifying, the world that they lived in. there wasn’t much hope in it, either. they knew even if they escape there wasn’t much else waiting them beyond those exit gates, but the idea of death terrifies her more. of having her soul ripped apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left, and then simply being discarded into the void.
claudette can see how tired kate was. how tired she is – she knew how hard it was to try to find reasons to keep on fighting. so she speaks, and she hopes that what she has to say eases some of the dread that kate holds.
❛ I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. ❜
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝, it had felt like the entire world had broken open, leaving her exposed and raw. every day had been a battle, but it had been worse for her mom, who unlike many fifty-year old women, loved kate’s father with all her heart. when he’d passed, her mom was a wreck. after it all came to a boil, kate had held her mom’s face in her hans and whispered over and over that she would take the burden and she would carry that weight until it wasn’t as heavy anymore. it feels, in this moment, as though claudette is making that offer. carrying the torch of hope because kate –– in this moment –– is unable to. the thought makes her throat feel impossibly tight.
❝ you think so? ❞ she whispers, as though to keep the thought safe between them. maybe that place was heaven. maybe it was home. maybe it was death –– real, serene death. god, kate couldn’t care less. anything was better than here.
her palm drags the wetness off her cheeks. ❝ you’re really fucking something, you know that, claudette? ❞
Dark academia outfit inspo
