#sorry dwight

[wormy-business]

Let’s play “how many people can I ship this character with??”

Today’s contestant is Dwight Fairfield, of Dead by Daylight fame!

The original ship: Dwight x Jake

The ship I needed 0 convincing on: Dwight x Evan (The Trapper)

The ship I warmed up to after fanart, and now currently obsess over: Dwight x David

[rmbaloncesto]

[edgyurbanartist]

(ง’̀-‘́)ง i really dont know why dwight would do this but him punching someone ? must be done

[ cannibal at play ]

This honestly caught the artist off guard, he expect Bill or even Meg to be the ones to punch him square in the face but Dwight!? He held his face with his hand feeling something seep through his fingers and looked to see, he’s bleeding..oh that little shit. He smirked at him “Oh what you do that for Dwight…when did you grow a backbone..oh heheh did word get to you what I did to David now..? Heh what can I say..I like extra meat on the bone~” he had this eerie smirk on his face, unsettle look in the eyes as he stare him down.

[letterfromtrenwith]

I Can Feel You

A short Caroline/Dwight fic for @fuckyeahdwightcaroline‘s May prompts

The prompt: Touch

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It should have seemed strange, perhaps, falling in love with someone when you have barely touched them; to Caroline, it did not seem so at all. The very first time, the first time for a long time, had been a professional, efficient brush of his fingertips over her jaw. Despite the pain in her throat and her fear for her health, it had had a profound effect on her. As if her whole world had, for just a few moments, reduced down to only those few points of merest contact.

There had been little more than a few stolen kisses thereafter, and with so much time in between them. They had never danced together, never walked arm in arm like an ordinary young couple. Their positions did not allow it. No impediment had this been to them, however. Until hesitation, uncertainty and a cruel twist of fate had torn them apart, apparently forever, and Caroline had resigned herself to living with only the memories of a few tender kisses and a gentle hand on her arm.

All had changed upon their reunion. To sit and hold hands openly in that strange tavern, as if she were any other girl bidding her sweetheart goodbye before he sailed. That had been nothing compared to what had transpired in the privacy of his room, however. Finally free to express their love in the most uninhibited way possible.

When Caroline closed her eyes, she could still feel his hands upon her, his lips against her own, as if he were here with her instead of hundreds of miles across the sea. He would come back to her – he had promised – and someday soon it would be real again. His touch.

[clericalsunshine]

Jerome doesn't approve of his new boyfriend

[mcmorare]

Katrina's thoughts on the simple hotdog?

ask unprompted questions i love them

she says no american hotdog will ever compare to anything from a würstelstand

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