#the entity dbd

[forsaken-headcanons]

i came up with this after watching one singular dead by daylight video. i do NOT know dbd lore 🔥🔥

the spectre and the entity (dbd) are brothers

also the spectre only took Jason to piss off the entity. it doesnt even like jason very much, and really had to make up some stupid justification for why it should get him

The Spectre gives off younger sibling copying their older sibling bc it seemed cool vibes.

[deadbydaylight-foggysfastfoods]

Dbd fans, is The Entity

An violent and brutal captor subjugating all within its bounds

A glee-filled creature delighting in the misery of its captives favoring some

A clinical parasite silently observing those it holds without feeling

Voting ended onApr 25

This is more a “how do you characterize it” question rather than a question with an answer. But I’m not as well-versed as I should be. If there is an answer, someone let me know! Always happy to learn more lore.

[jisreal64]

GUYS, I GOT A NEW CRACKSHIP PAIRING!!!

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Nine: Forever

Mentions of: Injury, Death, Alcohol and substance use, Cheating, NSFW content, etc.

A/N: Finally another update, sorry it took so long but this one’s a good one!

Tags: @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya

When Frank awoke, he was back in his bedroom, as if nothing had happened. There was a slight twinge behind his eyes, and a throbbing in his head. A punishment from The Entity, he supposed. The last thing he remembered was watching the claw stab you right through your abdomen, the blood dribbling from your lips, and the way you looked at him, before being dragged into the darkness. It was so painful to see you like that. He didn’t know why, Frank had seen people get killed by The Entity before plenty of times when their time ran out in a trial, and he had killed and hurt more than enough himself. But seeing you like that felt like a knife to the gut. He could hardly stand it.

And watching you get taken to the dark abyss? Oh…Oh no.

Panic flooded his senses as he realized. You had pissed The Entity off big time. She was probably angry enough to send you to the place of no return. The void. She was angry enough to hide you away in the darkness and never let Frank see you again.

He couldn’t lose you. Not when he just got you back. Not when you were the first person in the world, in all the infinite dimensions that actually understood him.

He sprung out of his bed, taking off. He sprinted down the stairs, out of the lodge and through the woods, going so fast that he tripped over a few twigs and rocks, barely managing to stay on his feet. By the time he reached the cabins, he was out of breath.

He was relieved to see that your cabin was still there. Normally, when survivors got banished, everything with them disappeared too, their memories, their possessions, and soon enough, the other survivors and killers forgot about them too.

Your cabin light was on, another promising sign and it almost felt too good to be true. He didn’t even bother to knock on your door, too desperate to see you and make sure you were okay. He practically broke the door down as he opened it, seeing you standing in your room, perfectly fine.

“Jesus, Frank. Do you always have to barge i-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Fuck, I thought you were-”

“I know. I did too.” You hugged him back, just as tight.

“What happened?”

–

“Let me see my sister, one last time.”

“Factum est.” The phrase sounded different. It dripped from the man's lips, but as it was uttered, it was whispered in the air around you from different voices, the whispers coming from everywhere. The next thing you knew, the man was gone.

A mark appeared on your wrist of an eye. It burned in your skin, making you cry out, as if you had been branded. Then, the eye that the man once held was now in your hand. You stared at it and focused.

Show me my sister. Let me see her, please.

After a moment, the eye began to spin, and soon enough, everything around you started to spin as well. It spun and spun and spun, until finally, it stopped, and you were standing in the kitchen of a small, cramped apartment.

Allison emerged from her bedroom, putting some toast in her toaster. She looked older now, around your age. Has it truly been that long? You thought you had only been gone for a few months, but you supposed time was different in The Entity’s realm. You reached out to touch her, whispering her name. She didn’t respond, unable to see or hear you, and your hand moved through her, as if you were a ghost.

Another girl appeared, smiling and talking to her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her roommate. A friend. Someone who could help her and take care of her.

You watched her go about her day, watched her go to classes at her community college, in a town that was far away from your father. Watched her work at the grocery store nearby and hung out with her friends. She had so many friends, so many people that cared about her. She had grown into herself as well, confident and strong, and happy. It was all you ever wanted.

And at the end of the day, when she got ready for bed, she pulled out something from her nightstand. It was the other copy of the photo stub that you had. She had always kept it. She held it to her chest.

“I miss you, _______. So, so much. I’m not mad at you for leaving. I know you were hurting, really bad. Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re safe and okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered, feeling the tears streaming down your face.

In a way, you were glad she didn’t know what happened to you. If she did, she’d probably come after you and wind up trapped in this hellscape for eternity. She didn’t need that. She deserved this life. She deserved this happiness and you were thankful that she was okay.

–

“And you’re fine with the fact that you’ll never go home again? That you’ll never be able to see her again?” Frank couldn’t help but ask.

“I mean, I’m going to miss her, but it was nice. It was like closure, in a way. All I’ve wanted to know is that she’s okay. And she is. She’s safe and happy and strong, and it’s all I could ask for.”

“What about your end of the deal?”

“Oh yeah. I kinda..had to burn all of Vigo’s stuff, and make sure no one could find it. Kinda fucked up, I know. But it beats being banished to an eternity of darkness.” You shrugged. “And I got this weird mark branded on my wrist from it. It’s an eye. I guess to show that she’s always watching me? It’s kinda cool, honestly.”

Frank stroked the mark on your wrist gently with his thumb, eyeing it, before looking at you. “I’m glad you’re okay..and I’m glad you’re staying.”

“Me too.” You admitted, smiling. “I don’t think the real world can handle how crazy I am.”

“And I can, huh?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You grinned at him. “I mean, you went on this wild ass adventure with me. And you know what I think? We should celebrate. We did it, after all. Pissed off The Entity, finally getting what I want.”

“How do we celebrate?” He asked.

You pulled out a bottle of smirnoff from under your bed, and a baggie of weed, smiling at him. “I was able to snatch it when I was back home. Don’t ask how.”

Frank shook his head with a grin. “Let’s do it.”

–

You were swaying in your spot on your bed now, high and drunk off your ass, leaning against Frank. You had put on a few records of your favorite music, the two of you seated together on the bed. You felt weightless and happy. Freed. For once, you weren’t using these substances to escape anymore. You were using them to feel good. And you did. You really did.

“To make the rainbows in my mind when I think of you sometime, and I wanna spend some time with you”

“Just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us”

“Oh, I love this song. Frankk, come dance with me.” You got to your feet, almost stumbling on yourself, giggling. You grabbed his hands, dragging him to his feet.

“I can’t dance.” He groaned.

“Come on, don’t be a baby. Let me show you. ‘S not even that hard.” You took his hand, putting one of them on the small of your back and holding the other of them. The two of you swayed along to the music, and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Good things come to those who wait, not for those who wait too late, we gotta go for all we know”

“We’re just swaying. This is hardly even dancing.” He teased.

“Shut up. And this is most of it, honestly.” You admitted, leaning up and grinning at him. Maybe it was from the drugs and alcohol, but you liked the way he was looking at you. Like you hung the stars in the sky. Like you were something else.

He leaned closer, and you did too. Your noses brushing against each other. You could feel the ridges of his nose, the slight crookedness of it from past breaks, and you could feel his breath against your lips.

“And darling when the morning comes, and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you”

You didn’t know who exactly initiated the kiss, all you knew was that you didn’t want to stop. Your lips molded against his, slightly messy, desperate with need, but slowly finding a rhythm. His hands moved up and down your waist, caressing your hips, before dipping down and squeezing your ass. He lifted you onto the record playing table, kissing you more before breaking it to kiss down your neck. He kissed, licked, sucked and bit down your neck, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your pulse point, arching your back into him. You ground yourself against him, feeling yourself soaked through your panties and probably through your shorts. He was hard, and big..and fuck, he felt so good.

“Just like that baby. Keep going. Make yourself feel good, pretty girl.” He whispered against your neck. He groped your breast, kissing you once more. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”

“Me too.” You admitted breathlessly against his lips

“Can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner. Can’t believe I’ve had to wait.” He ground against you harder. And why did you wait so long for this? Why haven’t you done this before? Your drunken mind fluttered through the reasons, before you realized.

Julie. He was with Julie. He’s still with Julie...

“Wait, wait. Stop.” You pulled away, looking him in the eyes. He looked drunk off of you. Fuck. What have you done?

[springfling789]

Haven't seen many badges and decided to throw my hat in the ring for the dbd design contest lol

Dwight-bear in The Entity claw!

[f1nalgirl3]

DBD survivor headcannons

- Language barriers are a common problem for new survivors. Whenever a new one pops up in the campfire, the group’s first course of action is to figure out what language they speak, since they can’t do much else until that’s sorted out

-The entity has sapped the survivors of most of their physical strength, but heightened their stamina and durability. Which was a bit of shock for survivors like Chris Redfield when he realized he couldn’t just punch a hole in the killer and call it a day. That being said, it’s usually still his first instinct to fight the killer

-The survivors share items they recover from trials, and ration them to make sure nobody goes in empty handed. A lot of toolboxes and flashlights have been wasted by survivors throwing them at killers in a panic

-The only reason Dwight is considered the leader of the group is because he’s been here the longest. Whenever somebody new shows up in the fog, they’re directed right to him. He’s shown everyone the ropes, and still doesn’t really have the slightest clue how he’s managed to last this long

-That being said a lot of people have their doubts with him. This scrawny little white guy?? We’re gonna follow his lead?? Grizzled survivors like Bill or Ash seem like a much better candidate. But nobody else can rally the group together and motivate them like him. He doesn’t know how he does it either.

-Yun-jun Lee was HORRIFIED by the state of the campfire when she first arrived. She’s sat in the lap of luxury for so long that even the thought of getting her shoes dirty made her physically ill.

-Claudette and David are pretty close, considering how his main skill set involves taking hits, and hers involves healing them. His recklessness gives her heart palpitations.

-Within trials, survivors gain superhuman healing abilities, able to seal up wounds that would normally be lethal. Not fully, just enough to keep their organs from spilling out until they can get patched up by a medkit or another survivor. This isn’t always a positive though- If a survivor is left on hook long enough, their body will begin to mend itself around the hook, lifting them off from it just tears a new wound in them.

-The RE squad sticks together, god forbid they end up in a trial together, it’s every killers worst nightmare. They’re coordinated as fuck

-The only animals in the vast field surrounding the campfires are crows and rats. Several attempts to hunt them have been made, none have been successful. The survivors haven’t eaten in a very long time, they’re so hungry that even the rotted meat hung up in cold wind is starting to look appealing.

-The crows aren’t actually creations of the entity, they’re just prone to finding their way into the realm. They have a symbiotic relationship with it. The abundance of death within the realm is basically an all-you-can-eat-buffet for them, so long as they help the entity out when needed.

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Tentacles 

The Entity x reader smut

Cw: Monsterfucking, overstimulation and manipulation

The sounds of squelching and moans sound through the room as the entity pumps her tentacles into your sensitive areas. 

You choke on them as you look at your body with tears in you eyes, there were tentacles all around you mid air as they pumped you full. 

The feeling of alien like arousal in your stomach was almost intoxicating. It was absolutely disgusting yet incredible. You can feel yourself reaching your 6th orgasm as you beg for mercy. 

The entity’s multiple voices laugh around you as your eyes roll back as you cum. They laugh at you as they begin to choke you and you sob out even more.

She realizes your trying to speak and pulls out of your throat enough to make your words somewhat coherent. 

“Mpmh~ n-no m-morsss!! P-pw-ease!” You manage to get out through your raw throat. She laughs at you. “If you can take a few more orgasms mortal you can take a break from trials for a week.” That perked your interest. 

You suck up your fear and her tentacles as you begin to work for a well deserved break. No more dying and this wasn’t the worst thing? Getting fucked for a vacation, why not? Anything for freedom right?

@brandnewhuman @morwap

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