"You and I are gonna play a little game. So pay attention, 'cuz it's life... or death! Eheh."
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An AU rp blog of Lucas Baker from RE7. Dead by Daylight based but can still talk to people outside of The Realm.
Here's a Dead By Daylight based roleplay blog for Lucas Baker from Resident Evil 7. He can still talk to others outside, but he's physically in The Realm, because I said so.
This blog will contain particularly violent topics in some writing, given the nature of Lucas putting people in Temu Saw traps. So, be warned.
He's also just mean and offensive in general. So... disclaimer that his wack ass beliefs are NOT mine, and whatever he says isn't indicative of me!! I promise I'm not bad weird. Please spare me. (´•︵•`)
Mun is all pronouns! Call me whatever you want. Fuck it, we ball.
Sometimes slow on replies. I have 8 gazillion blogs to tend to.
⚠︎ Further info below the cut ⚠︎
𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙼 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:
Lucas is a... nontraditional resident of The Entity's Realm.
Instead of being a killer or a survivor taking part in trials, The Entity saw him best suited for a third role instead... something on the outskirts, feeding Her with the emotions extracted from the victims of his games - which are survivors he kidnaps from the campfire and surrounding woods.
Lucas gets to keep his Molded powers and have fun unrestricted, and The Entity gets a nice little snack from him. Win-win! It's certainly a deal at least he's fond of.
He was taken during the "NOT A HERO" DLC of RE7 - right at the end where he mutates and Chris defeats him in a bossfight. He was nabbed right as Chris killed him, and was restored back to his human body and given part of his old territory back (the testing area and barn).
𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃:
#⚠︎ "Can you get up out my face?" -- ask replies (this tag is for some reason split in two, at least on my end, so some posts may not show up)
#⚠︎ "Do you have what it takes?" -- Lucas's games
#⚠︎ "Just... throw in my two cents." -- additions to others' posts
#lucas writing -- literate roleplay threads (not applied to game specific threads)
#lucas's logs -- stuff he writes on his laptop
#butterly dbd au -- non-canon AU where Butterfly casually swaps dimensions
𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂:
- 🦋(Butterfly)
𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂/𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:
- #hope for requiem -- (blog link)
- #mold girl -- (blog link)
- #mold infected bug + #🦋 -- (blog link)
𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 (𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛):
"Who the fuck are you?" - meeting Grace Ashcroft [⚡︎] "You're alive!?" - reuniting with Eveline [⚡︎] ...
𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂 (𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜):
"I told you my GF from another dimension was real!" - Butterly DBD au [⚡︎] ...
𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴:
NOTE-- not a big fan of how I wrote this. Might redo it later, but the concept will be the same.
"Game over."
Lucas didn't even hear the gunshot. Everything just went black.
. . .
But then he opened his eyes.
He shot up with a ragged gasp, raising a definitely-unmutated-and-still-human hand to clutch at the chest of his hoodie, briefly looking down at his old form before whipping his head around. He had no fucking clue where he was.
Sure, the estate was surrounded by trees and whatnot, but this wasn't any kind of forest he recognized as home.
"What in the fuck?" He muttered to himself, planting a hand on bark and pushing himself upright on unsteady legs. He looked around like a scared prey animal - eyes wide and taking in the dark woods he'd suddenly found himself in, a thick black fog clinging to the horizon. He'd just been in the lab, bigger and grosser than he usually was, with fucking Christopher stood over him with that shotgun aimed at his head. And now he was... here. Wherever 'here' was.
What the hell happened? Where am I!?
"... Yello?" He called out into the darkness, and nothing but a cawing crow responded.
So he cautiously took to picking a direction at random and just... going. But everything here looked the same, and after who the fuck knows long of just walking around and seemingly getting nowhere, he was really starting to get real sick of this shit!
But suddenly, he came across his fun house and the barn... without the rest of the actual house. Just on its own, in the middle of an unfamiliar, dark, foggy forest.
"Whuh?"
But when he pushed the door open and saw the blinking blue string lights, he ran up the stairs, eager for the safety of his own domain - as strange as it was, being out here.
// Things still coming, just currently in a fuckass heatwave and I'm mostly busy having my skin melt off and stick to chairs to do much more besides stare at walls
ooc: hi guys I’m trans, t4t mlm (i only like other trans guys..) and asexual and my krauser is gay the time of year ain’t gonna make me any more gay sadly but atleast corporations get to pretend they care about us for one month ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
happy pride month f4gs go scissor or whatever gay people do
nonbinary (they/it/she, fem-presenting for the most part), aroacespec (not sure where exactly under this bigass umbrella i fall, bear with me), and also fweakin bisexual to some extent maybe. we figurin it out we got that
ALL OF U GUYS HAVE A GOOD JUNE THIS IS #OURMONTH. be gay be happy all that junk i love all of you YES all of you. you heard me. lock in yall kiss ur partners (or just. treat urself to something) and do one gay thing this month
