#claredeadbydaylight

[myriadxofxmuses]

@claredeadbydaylight

"I don't know," Syd started as the duo walked. "I'm just not a...group person. You of all people should know that," she added with a small smirk.

"Yea. I know," he replied, slight defeat in his voice. "Hell, I felt like I couldn't be part's group 'cuz bad luck follows me everywhere. Bur it ain't like that no more. N'it don't have ta be for you neither."

He was about to plead his case further when the crack of a branch rang out somewhere in the treeline. Daryl put a hand up, stopping Sydney. He listened to the returning silence a moment before calling out.

"Alive or dead?"

Nothing.

When a second branch cracked the two sprung into action and entered the treeline. A small group of walkers were spread out among the woods and the two made quick work of them.

"Look. All I'm saying is that maybe I'd be better off outside the walls. I could still be a part of what you have, but on my own terms," Syd offered, wiping her blade on her pant leg before sliding it back in its sheath. She then began searching the lifeless walker nearest to her. "Bingo," she said to herself when she managed to removed his backpack and found it half loaded with useful supplies. "Guess its our lucky day," she said holding it up.

Off in the nearby distance a shuffling could be heard and Daryl's head whipped toward it, quietly pulling his crossbow to the ready. He put a finger to his lips at Syd and she nodded in understanding. She sold the bag onto her back and pulled out her own sidearm, ready to help Daryl defend against whatever may be coming their way.

"Alive or dead?" he repeated when the noose continued.

[thevoidscreams]

Cuddling myers for @claredeadbydaylight

Cuddling Micheal is never up to you. He's hard to read and even on a good day he might not allow you to get close enough.

When he wants affection, he takes it. His arms are like steel bars, you aren't wiggling your way out of it until he let's you go.

This may make things frustrating in your relationship if you like affection, especially if you've had a bad day and so has he.

Grumpy or moody Myers, while not completely impossible to approach, is best left to his own devices so he can calm down.

Other times he's in a rare and very good mood. He'll leave his mask off all day and let you kiss him on your own terms. This means he's gotten to the stage of actually feeling love for you in some form or another.

Again, not all affection can be on your terms. When he wants a kiss he will hold you against him, one hand on your back and the other on your skull and make out with you with enough ferocity that you're afraid he might just pull a Hannibal and eat your face.

Soft cuddles and kisses are rare and dependent on his unpredictable moods. But they can happen. You have to give him time to work up to it. Settling down in a relationship in which he's protecting and not killing is incredibly difficult for him because he actually has to take your well being into consideration.

The longer your together however the better he gets and he might allow you to start cuddling on your own terms....maybe.

[sanctuarymade]

THE SOUND OF A GUNSHOT MADE EVERYTHING IN HER STOP.    while a few moments before, she’d been fantasizing about a long nap in her warm car after her second sleepless night in a row  ( two healthy babies and mothers were absolutely worth it, but she was exhausted to her core ) ,  the sound drove the notion of sleep so far from her mind that it was laughable.  call it instinct or common sense, but despite the ricocheting echo her eyes snapped to the men just ahead of her immediately, leather clad and intimidating, just in time to see one hit the ground.

she was moving toward the commotion before she had the chance to think better of it, her mind whirling, counting the seconds she knew could very well be precious.  it’d been years since she’d worked in an er, but the amount of gunshots she’d seen at the time made the internal calculations little more than second nature.  one step, two—  her ears were still ringing to loudly for her to realize she was being addressed at first, the glint of light coming off the barrel of the gun pointed in her direction being the thing that finally drew her to a stop.

blue eyes widened, so quickly it would almost be comical if bone deep terror hadn’t immediately replaced surprise.  her mouth went dry, heart leaping into her throat as she stared at the man with the pistol, her mind temporarily replacing him with someone a little shorter, more familiar, more full of rage, as the details of the last time a gun was in her face flooded back so quickly they knocked the wind from her.

a groan of pain from the man on the ground snapped her back to the present with frightening clarity, panicked gaze tearing from the man making demands to the one on the ground, blood pooling around him quickly.

“ he needs an ambulance,  i can’t— ”   even as she tried to argue, she knew it was useless.   “ okay—  shit, okay... ”  the rare swear ground through gritted teeth.  “ if you don’t get the bleeding stopped there’s not going to be anything anyone can do. ”

plotted starter ft. @claredeadbydaylight

[inprometheanfire-archive]

@claredeadbydaylight​ continued from here

To his own tune, he says. Of course he does. There’s nothing more infuriating to hear him say that because it makes her feel as if she is not needed. It’s in Esmee’s nature to be the nurturing counterpart in any type of relationship, after all. She scoffs, visibly upset by his words, even though she’s trying her hardest to put on a brave face. The kind of face with an expression meant to convince him that what he says, harsh as it is, does not hurt or wound or despair. Standing before him, arms folded across her chest, she can merely gape at him in utter disbelief. She’s not angry. She’s upset. More than that, she’s heartbroken to hear that he’d rather risk his life out there than take a little precaution. Just a little. For my sake, she says within herself. Briefly uncrossing one arm, she brushes her hand through her hair merely out of frustration before returning it to her previous stance. “Do you now?” She purses her lips together, brows slightly furrowed. “And if that tune leads you into something you can’t get out of?”

[fxntasmagoriaarchived]

“Oh. I thought you left.” ( From Clare to Nate Rivas)

"Just went to get breakfast. Havent had time to go grocery shopping so i didnt have anything to make here." Nate said with a shrug of his shoulders. He didnt often let people stay the night but he was tired so he caved. "Theres coffee in the kitchen."

[hellshiremisfits]

♧ Neil (claredeadbydaylight)

( slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch )

O’Leary hissed at the slap, pulling his hand back. “Look, miss, if this is some legal matter I *can* help. Jus’ lemme have a look at that.”

He briefly rolled his eyes, then focused on the stack of letters on the table again.

( @claredeadbydaylight )

[survivor-jynx]

"Can you borrow me that sexy costume sometimes? "

Sure! Assuming I can figure out how the fuck it comes off.

[the-ghost-face]

Ghostface meets Sister!Anon

@claredeadbydaylight

Danny frowned as he looked at the camera, then glared at the girl’s green eyes. He was most definitely confused, and was growing more angry with every passing moment.

“Okay, first of all, nobody tells me what to do. Secondly, I don’t need a fancy laser beam to kill people. Third, I’m an only child, so stop calling me your big brother. And fourth, who the fuck even are you?!”