#dylan quarry

[amazingdudesblog]

Something that confused me when watching people play the quarry, Ryan corrects Dylan saying “herd” instead of “swarm” but I was sitting there thinking “isn’t it actually pack of bears???” But NO ITS ACTUALLY SLEUTH OF BEARS. Why tf is it called that lmao

[diaco1968]

hii could i request the same plot of "The knight in the baggy shirt" in that scene where dyl hugs the reader and happens the same thing as in the abi and nick scene but making it longer?? like, just that scene, pls ignore this if u can do it ty 💗

I actually enjoy talking a lot about a scene I like ;) but I changed the plot a little for ... uh ... story purposes... and Dylan is a little ooc but because he is turning so... (and I had seen THAT scene with Miles Robbins in Daniel isn't real 🥵)

I don't think there WARNINGS? He is a bit rough and forceful, nothing naughty happens...

The sharp pull around your lower abdomen and chest ripped a sharp gasp from your throat and you had to take a step back bumping into Dylan whose arms were ready and immediately wrapped around you tighter.

"Holy shit... be careful (y/n)..."

He whispered softly and your confusion disappeared once you saw the glinting of metal right where you almost stepped a few seconds ago. A bear trap, barely visible among the greens of the forest floor.

"I... I almost... thank you..."

You were speechless trying not to imagine the pain that was to come had Dylan not reacted quickly enough and hadn't pulled you back.

"Almost got bear trapped the shit out of?... yeah you almost did..."

You could feel him all over you from where you were engulfed in his embrace, his right arm wrapped around your front all the way from your right hip to your left hip bone and his left hand was placed on your side probably to steady you so both of you don't fall back on the ground.

His chest was flush against your back and you were only now noticing just how lean and firm he was, since his baggy shirts never gave anything away from what was underneath.

In your attempt to steady yourself you had reached down and grabbed his right wrist and involuntarily you were digging your nails in his forearm so you loosened your grip but didn't let go yet. Cause he hadn't let go of you and you kinda liked it. A few more seconds went by apparently both of you enjoying the situation, until you felt his nose poking around in your hair at the top of your head. It was so awkward you let out a nervous giggle and tried to look up but his hold on you was firm.

"Dylan? What'cha doing?"

That's when you heard the deep whiff he took of your hair and the rapid sniffing that sounded like a nosey dog. You tried to step away from him but his hold on you only tightened further.

"...uh... Dylan?"

"You smell so good."

His voice was barely above a gruff whisper in a tone you had never heard him use, too serious and too demanding.

"I... thanks? Not really the time, Dylan..."

You tried to use your hold on his wrist and pull his arm off of you so you could step out of his embrace but no matter how hard you pulled, his arm around your waist didn't budge.

"I want to taste you."

"Definitely not the time for that, Dylan! Let me go!"

Your other hand that was free up until now joined the right one and with a hard grip on Dylans right forearm you tried to pry his arm off you with both hands to no avail. The strength he had was confusing and frustrating you. His left hand moved from your side to grasp your left wrist and yank it back and away from the both of you, holding it tightly in mid air almost hight enough as your head, and no matter how hard your tried to pull your left hand back towards yourself you couldn't.

The body heat he was emitting was also adding to your frustration and you were starting to sweat, over all very uncomfortable situation.

"Dylan! What are you d-doing?!"

"Are you scared?"

You froze at the cold tone of his words, not even recognizing his voice at this point, he sounded like he would enjoy your positive answer but couldn't be bothered to care much anyway.

"...Dylan... please..."

"Why would you reject me? You love me don't you, (y/n)?"

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes shut, letting a shaky sigh leave your lips. His hand suddenly moved from your hip to your neck, gripping it tightly and pulling you back into him even closer than before, as he growled loudly in your ear.

"Don't you?!"

"I d-do!... I do love you..."

"Then you wouldn't mind me having a tiny little taste."

His fingers around your neck tightened and as they started to become suffocating you could feel his nose move down your head and behind your ear, his tongue dragged over the shell of your ear and he let out a satisfied sigh, squeezing your neck harder. You started jerking your left hand again and trying to free it as the air left your lungs and your vision became blurry but his grip was iron hard and he pulled your hand back harder, exposing your left shoulder and neck further.

"I scare you, huh?... The more you struggle the sweeter you smell... if you could just... ugh...just one little bite..."

"This is not you Dylan! Please! You should-...I can't! You're not Dylan! You're hurting me!"

You were so terrified for your life that the words just aimlessly fell out of your mouth using your remaining breath but all that got you was that he removed his hand from your neck and pressed his palm against your mouth effectively shutting your mouth tightly.

"Shhh I am Dylan. I just feel much better ...and stronger... and significantly hungrier... and...and somehow way more into you than I was before... so much I want to just... mmmh..."

His voice cut off into a needy moan as his lips connected to the side of your neck feeling your pulse on his lips, his tongue rolled out and licked a long wet hot stripe up your neck, his unnaturally sharp fangs scraping over your skin that shivered in response. You whimpered pleadingly but he just pulled you in harder, his hips moving forward as he grinded himself forward onto you. It felt like he was humping you and when you felt the bulge in his pants rub against your ass, you struggled to step further away from him, he moved his left hand, that was still holding your wrist tightly, downwards and folded your arm over your own middle, using it to pull you back to himself, immediately sinking his teeth in the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

The scream that errupted from you was muffled by Dylan's palm on your mouth, and when your knees buckled from the pain and the shock he simply just wrapped his left arm around your middle and picked you effortlessly off the ground, his teeth still sheathed deep in your soft flesh.

You didn't notice you were crying until he pulled his hand away from your mouth with a loud hiss as his teeth released you and he let you fall on your knees on the ground merely inches away from the same trap he had saved you from not too long ago.

You put your hand over the bleeding burning pulsating bite on your neck as you heaved short breaths to try and compose yourself, you didn't dare look back at him.

"I... I...(y/n)... I'm sorry! I don't know what took over me! I'm so so sorry..."

He dropped to his knees next to you and you lightly flinched away from his outstretched shaky hand. His hand faltered at first but then he decided he needed to comfort you so he tried again.

"C-can I... can I hold you? I hate seeing you so...like...I just...please..."

You didn't know what he was blabbering about nor what he was pleading with you. Hell he didn't know what he was begging for either. He just needed to know you were okay... that even though he did something horrible you two were still fine. Farfetched but he needed it.

And so this time when his hand connected with your shoulder and you didn't react, he immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you back away from the bear trap and into himself, placing you in between his legs as he sat back on the ground and cupped your head to his chest gently rocking you while his fingers carded through your hair soothingly, as you shed uncontrollable tears of pain and frustration on his shirt.

"I'm sorry... I'm a mons- I... it wasn't me... I understand if you hate me now... fuck ... I hate me for what I did to you..."

You sniffled and nuzzled further into his chest, finally relenting and hugging him back, hearing the sigh of relief that he released. You didn't want him to think he had lost you. As awful as everything was, on the bright side he would not kill you now if he was to turn, you smelled like one of them, as distorted as it was, he had protected you from something worse.

"Dylan?..."

"...yes, (y/n)?..."

"Shut up?"

"... alright... sure... okay..."

A few moments passed in silence, nothing in the night's air as he absent-mindedly rocked you and pet your head and you tried to ignore the sharp ache of your neck. Then you decided to break the silence again.

"...so?..."

"Ye-yes?!"

"How did I taste?"

[poeticyearnerfriend]

Ryan : So the question is, how are we going to stop that thing?

Dylan : Why are you all looking at me?

Ryan : You're the idea guy.

Dylan : So I'm the only one who can *ever* come up with a plan? That’s a lot of pressure

Kaitlynn: And also the complaining guy.

Dylan: That part I don’t mind.

Source: avatar the last airbender

[fvrcillo]

Beware of Dylan's smile.

[trxianaa]

JUST FOUND OUT that dylan is real

[poeticyearnerfriend]

i feel like Dylan and Emma would have been an interesting dynamic to see. Both have their own version of performing and elevating their personality and joking around for others. Dylan more so to fit in and entertain and Emma maybe more for attention and to control the vibe. But are both ultimately caring and capable and could kick some ass together too.

Speaking of, Emma and Laura would be an amazing team up they're both very much it girls turned badasses by facing the horrors before most even know what's going on. I think they would get along.