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ASK BLOG FOR DBD'S YUI KIMURA

[whvteverittvkes]

"Hey you're that new survivor right? I'm Quentin, sorry you had to end up in this place with the rest of us.. but it's nice to meet you" = ask-the-sleepless-survivor

@ask-the-sleepless-survivor

yui had hovered on the very outskirts of camp for about an hour– just arriving left her feeling … out of place. among other things, the strangeness of the circumstances only served to make the alienation worse. how the hell would she manage to find the words to ask questions to anyone?

grimacing at the thought of the less than pleasant encounters that awaited her, she nearly slid down the tree and closed her eyes– but before she could even manage to sink further into the pit of loneliness, a figure approached and stopped right in front of her. gazing up at the party responsible for the quiet, almost exhausted sounding vocals– kimura fluttered her lashes some to get a better view.

he was cute, fit– some type of athlete before, maybe? but he looked positively exhausted…

‘oh– yeah, i am.’ the racer stuck out her hand and did her best to offer a gentle yet subtly grateful smile. ‘yui kimura– it’s really nice to meet you too quentin. strong name.’

[insomniac-addict]

Quentin gave a tired smile to the racer as he then gestured to the space next to her, tilting his head slightly “May I sit by you? You look like you could use some company” He asked softly as he then continued with: “You have a nice name! and thank you, same to you!” He replied, taking her hand and giving it a small, firm handshake. “How are you holding up anyway?” 

[whvteverittvkes]

polite, and very intuitive. the edges of yui’s lips tugged up to form a sweet simper, nodding to him to confirm she’d very much welcome the seat beside her being taken. by the time he’d found his place and returned the compliment, only to lead into a question which the biker dreaded to some degree, kimura had finally slid down the trunk and brought her knees closer to her chest.

how am i holding up?

‘as good as can be expected but i can’t sleep. not even a little bit. . . been stalked and hurt by a stranger before, being surrounded by them now i guess-- i just don’t feel safe. but i suppose that’s the point of this whole place, to not feel secure. . . just wish i wasn’t as paranoid about the other survivors as i am with the killers.’ pausing, she turned and tilted her head until her cheek was caressed by her forearm. ‘even if i don’t have trust to hand out to everyone, i do everything i can to make sure people get out. . . even at the expense of my own life. i’ve never been too good at being selfish. it’s stupid.’

so stupid.

[whvteverittvkes]

"Are you new around here too? I mean...I think I've seen you in trials but I don't think I ever got to talk between generators and hooks..." ~safelockedsurvival

@safelockedsurvival

yui wasn’t anywhere close to being familiar with anyone-- hell, everytime someone new greeted her, she had to stop herself from asking if they’d met before. honestly, the fog had to have been messing with her head because she could’ve sworn this guy had never been in the same trial as her. . .

looking up from her bike-- which had unfortunately landed in the fog with her, she rose the side of her fist to her cheek and rubbed away a bit of oil-- only serving to smear it further, not that she could tell.

‘hm?’ the boy in front of her was cute to be sure, maybe a little rough around the edges but anyone who said they weren’t was a liar. ‘oh-- hey. . . yeah i uh, i got sucked in here not too long ago-- i’m yui kimura, what’s your name?’

[wootwona]

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[dbd-reverseau-deactivated202106]

// we’re here for you :D

[ask-priestess-adiris]

[You are loved, and you are not alone. Sorry it’s out of character for my blog but this is important. Love you all. My message box is always open if you need someone to talk to 🧡🧡🧡 -Mun Cryo]

[whvteverittvkes]

✨ (@survivor-stella) :D

@survivor-stella

ooc// do NOT be afraid to approach me please i am actually a goblin i cri,, i just want more friends and rps and just people to rant w so come tf at me i don’t bite at all

[whvteverittvkes]

//.....❤️ -RUNS-

ooc// tbh yeah i’m ready to rumble

a reminder to all if you ever wanna discuss ships, friendships, rival relations, etc. i’m like actually really easy to approach pls don’t be shy lol

[whvteverittvkes]

"Hey you're that new survivor right? I'm Quentin, sorry you had to end up in this place with the rest of us.. but it's nice to meet you" = ask-the-sleepless-survivor

@ask-the-sleepless-survivor

yui had hovered on the very outskirts of camp for about an hour-- just arriving left her feeling . . . out of place. among other things, the strangeness of the circumstances only served to make the alienation worse. how the hell would she manage to find the words to ask questions to anyone?

grimacing at the thought of the less than pleasant encounters that awaited her, she nearly slid down the tree and closed her eyes-- but before she could even manage to sink further into the pit of loneliness, a figure approached and stopped right in front of her. gazing up at the party responsible for the quiet, almost exhausted sounding vocals-- kimura fluttered her lashes some to get a better view.

he was cute, fit-- some type of athlete before, maybe? but he looked positively exhausted. . .

‘oh-- yeah, i am.’ the racer stuck out her hand and did her best to offer a gentle yet subtly grateful smile. ‘yui kimura-- it’s really nice to meet you too quentin. strong name.’

[whvteverittvkes]

Hey yup have you made any friends?

ooc// i’m always looking forward to making more pals. i really couldn’t tell if this was an ask for yui or i, but considering i recently made a post about wanting some friends-- and this blog hasn’t been open that long, and survivor interactions have been slim-- i kinda assumed it was for me.

if it wasn’t, my bad! i’m actually sick atm so my ability to read stuff and comprehend it properly is probably pretty unreliable.

i’m generally a really out there person, but when it comes to the dbd fandom and slasher fandom i guess you could say i’m a bit shy. i really want to get to know more people, add them on discord, rp, headcanon-- chat about dumb shit, literally anything tbh but i’m afraid to approach people. so if anyone’s out there and wants to sit down and hang just hmu!

[whvteverittvkes]

💎💎💎 @ask-priestess-adiris

@ask-priestess-adiris

‘to be entirely honest, i at times find the female killers a lot more intimidating than the male ones. mostly because– their methods tend to be more cunning and… complex. the plague is based around sickness and as a very healthy woman i find her– repulsive.’

[whvteverittvkes]

💎💎💎 -BearsThirst

@bearsthirst

‘. . . honestly scary. i don’t know what he’s capable of and that makes him not just-- mysterious but, very dangerous.’

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

[the-ghost-face]

'why do you wear a mask? you a monster? or just some man that's a coward?'

Ghostface cracked his knuckles, drawing his knife. “How about you come over here and find out for yourself, sweets? I don’t bite…hard.”

[whvteverittvkes]

insidious charisma | ghostface [the-ghost-face]

“Because it makes it all the more fun seeing my prey’s face when I finally…snap.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis. “You know what the difference is between me and that stalker of yours? I wouldn’t have made it so obvious. I would’ve kept my distance for as long as possible. Learning your routine, your personality, your strengths, your weaknesses. And then, after weeks of meticulous planning, I’d get you alone, and….” He mimed an explosion with his hands. “Money shot.”

s n a p.

the noise actually made her briefly flinch-- emotional stability was beginning to falter at its foundation. the more he talked-- the way he spoke of what he would’ve done in that man’s place-- confidence was unraveled, and a knew feeling began to blaze at her core.

w r a t h.

‘shut the FUCK up. if you’d been in his place, you’d be fucking dead. just like him.’ her chest heaved-- rose and fell with each deep breath. ‘you’re just some m i s e r a b l e coward behind a mask, if it ever comes down to me or my friends, i’d happily take their place-- no one should have to deal with your bullshit. i’d die a hundred times just to make sure you never get the satisfaction of killing anyone else.’

i shouldn’t let him get to me-- i shouldn’t.

but he’s so full of it! 

‘you’re not a man, you’re a pathetic excuse for one-- just like that bastard was.’

[whvteverittvkes]

the boogeyman

[whvteverittvkes]

the behemoth | maximus [vagabond-smoker]

He wasn’t prepared for the impact. The swing hit him and he stumbled back, growling in frustration and mild pain. The the wound wasn’t deep. But he could tell soon shards of rust were embedded into his skin.

He dropped his knife, and clinched his fists.

“….!”

The next growl he made was almost beast like, as he threw his entire weight into the survivor, knocking her into the wall. Like a coiled snake, his massive arm seized up and he gripped her by the throat.

Maximus lifted her up the wall. It was time to end this game. He wasn’t amused by the struggle. Better to choke her unconscious to complete the sacrifice.

the intensity of the violent thud that rang out as a consequence of her fit body being rammed into the brick wall at her six knocked the wind right out of her. the wheeze coupled with a groan of pain only served to really drag her sorry ass back to reality.

what the fuck did you think was going to happen, yui?

‘. . . f u c k!’ breathed the illegal street racer, a viscous concoction of blood and saliva sputtering from her momentarily gaping mouth.

muscular forearm was a blur as his thick digits wrapped tightly around her thin throat-- coiling into her skin with such fervor that she thought he’d break her with one squeeze. the air was slipping from her, breathing became a nearly futile effort-- but newfound determination took the reigns of her psyche as she dragged her protracted and sharp false nails deeply along his skin. show me your face, b e a s t.

yui finished raking her manicure down the length of his bicep before reaching up and wrathfully ripping the blank mask from his face. but by the time the cover-up had been disposed of, her vision became clouded in a veil of black-- consciousness, fading fast.

[whvteverittvkes]

have some ghostface! danny is looking especially devious here == pretty okay w how it turned out! just a quick messy doodle tho :O smile for the camera!

[the-ghost-face]

'why do you wear a mask? you a monster? or just some man that's a coward?'

Ghostface cracked his knuckles, drawing his knife. “How about you come over here and find out for yourself, sweets? I don’t bite…hard.”

[whvteverittvkes]

insidious charisma | ghostface [the-ghost-face]

“Just some biker?” the killer inquired. “Because I’ve heard a couple rumors around the campfire about you. Something about how you had a stalker. Emphasis on ‘had.’” He smiled beneath his mask. He loved getting under people’s skin. Whenever he had ammo, he used it. And if she got mad and came at him, well…he’d just let Billy and Stu have a turn with her.

you prick.

‘he got what was coming to him.’ yui hissed through her teeth, taking one step forward before pausing entirely. watch it, yui. ‘you don’t know anything about me, how can you act so normal when you stab people for the shit hell of it?’

you try and stab him, and you’ll lose-- don’t be an idiot. don’t let him get under your skin.

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[whvteverittvkes]

the boogeyman

[whvteverittvkes]

the behemoth | maximus [vagabond-smoker]

Maximus only needed the smallest noise-

There. A whimper.

Years of completing his job left the killer more deadly than he’d ever been in his lifetime. The man, in his former life, was a soldier, rising through trials and ranks and-

No.

Here, he was just a faceless killer. His sight, infact- wasn’t needed. The mask he wore might’ve been recognized by the damned souls that were also trapped here. But instead of ridiculous faces scribbled on them, it was just a blank one. A hoodie disturbed the rest of his features, leaving most to wonder who he was, or maybe even what he was.

Perhaps the entity itself wanted Maximus to forget who he was.

Maximus moves towards the sound, preparing to strike.

closer. . . closer in his approach-- footsteps vibrating the soil like a giant lion trudging through the tall grass with an antelope in its sights. the pipe was sharp-- yes, but driving it into the sheer wall of muscle that he brandished? after being weakened? it likely wouldn’t go very deep.

the moment was nigh, and the timing had to be flawless-- all doubt and questioning voices were smothered in the back of her head as she briefly closed her eyes and steadied the slow heartbeat behind her bosom. i can do this. i might not live to tell the tale-- but i can at least do some damage, buy everyone some time.

s t e p. . . s t e p. . .

!!!

bringing herself to stand, she turned the piece of debris in her grasp and flurried around the corner with rather impressive speed in spite of the damage she’d sustained. with a sharp scream and a vicious glare did she raise the bar above her head and bring it down, attempting to drive it into the tender muscular area of his shoulder.

‘FUCK YOU!’

[the-ghost-face]

'why do you wear a mask? you a monster? or just some man that's a coward?'

Ghostface cracked his knuckles, drawing his knife. “How about you come over here and find out for yourself, sweets? I don’t bite…hard.”

[whvteverittvkes]

insidious charisma | ghostface [the-ghost-face]

“Well, yes and no. I love being in the spotlight; I just don’t want my real name out there. As I’m sure you can guess, it’s hard to be a serial killer if everyone knows who you are. It’s like being a stripper, but with less dancing and more stabbing.” He snickered a bit at his own joke. “But enough about me. Let’s talk about you, Yui-chan.”

it was difficult– she wouldn’t lie. she wanted to view him as inhuman, as a monster with no remorse or feelings. but the more he spoke– the more his deep, baritone tenor drew on with such allure, the more her mind started to picture him as a normal person… who murdered people.

then again– her stalker had caught her, committed the worst crime imaginable against her– and got viscerally brutalized by her hand because of it. but he– he deserved it.

she murdered that sick fuck out of anger– self defense, and yet… no.

i’m nothing like this guy.

‘there’s not much to say about me, i’m just some biker that wishes she could stab you where you stand.’