New Alpha/Beta/Omega Story Idea With DBD

New Alpha/Beta/Omega Story Idea With DBD

Basic summary: In the Entity's Realm, everyone is from a different dimension, and so that means everyone follows slightly different cultures, beliefs and traditions. The reader is an omega, and in their dimension omegas' are treated as equals amongst alphas'. They're used to being pampered, respected, and understood by the alphas'. However, in the Entity's Realm, the alphas' are far, far different from the ones in the reader's own dimension. Instead of treating omegas' as equals, they fight to dominate them, control them, and use them. Even the omegas' are different; unkempt, submissive and out of control, easily bending to the alphas' will. Unused to and terrified of these alternative alphas' and omegas', the reader struggles to find safety, justification and respect. Will any of the alphas' they meet try to understand their traditions and standards? Or will they only suffer like the rest of the oblivious omegas'?

Notes: So in a lot of stories out there, everyone has their own unique way of writing alpha/beta/omega concepts. I myself have tapped into and read a lot of these concepts, and for this story I wanted to dive into tradition and culture and how it effects everyone differently. Using dbd's Entity Realm is a great way to take advantage of dimensional aspects.

What killers will be considered as potential love interests for the reader? Hmm, I'm not entirely sure (I'm never sure about that stuff. You guys know that, lol).

Obviously I'm gonna say Herman because my Herman is a sappy, lovey-dovey gentleman.

Caleb? Caleb has the potential to be both a considerate gentleman and a controlling jerk based on his time line, but I'm willing to make the exception for him.

One of the idiot-boy trio. Frank, Danny or Ji-woon. Gotta have at least one of them. Help me decide if you want.

Maybe Wesker? Like maybe he's turned on by the challenge the reader brings by being a more superior omega, and he secretly likes that.

Philip is cute, and I bet he would love a relationship where he didn't have to be so hard at work all the time.

We also have Pinhead. He's very intelligent and can sense the good in people. Obviously he'd be interested in the reader.

And then I'm gonna say Freddy because it's a twist and unexpected and I love the thought of him being the nicest to the reader out of all the other alphas'.

I've already got this story underway. I'm just posting this to try to help keep my own chin up. I really wanna get this story finished and posted so that way I can share the whole thing with you my precious dears'. Let's see how much of a disaster it turns out to be, aye?

I'd like to talk about Mr. grumpy sunglasses man and what my plans are with writing him in the future.

So I've done research and Wesker seems like a pretty cool bad guy. He's arrogant, precise, observant and smart, and easily adapts to complicated situations. Just think about what he'd be like as a loving husband? Kind of dreamy, right? But we'll get to the lovey details in a minute.

I read as much fanfiction as I could with Wesker and I wasn't able to find much besides smut- including quite a bit of rape- which is fine, you know, I respect people's decisions to write however they desire. It's just not what I'm looking for. We all know that I'm the world's slowest burner when it comes to building relationships in my stories. My sap is thick, people. And Wesker could be a wonderful bad guy to write as an emotional supporter.

I think Wesker is the type of person to set high standards and expectations. He probably sees most people as mere ants beneath his feet. It would take something particularly special to gain his interest. Lucky for him, all of my reader inserts have been special. In the Dead By Daylight world, his variety of potential interests' is significantly lessened, and he won't have as much freedom to reign. He will have to calm down is attitude and start getting along with people for his own sake. No killing people at random, Mr. Sunglasses.

Because of his high standards and arrogance, I think Wesker would most likely be interested in a real challenge. Say a reader who is uniquely skilled during trials, quiet, and tries to stay away from him. This reader is unlike the other survivors and has great work ethic, respect, and intelligence. In a way he feels rivaled. He might even try to tease and/or flirt with the reader, but it won't have any effect that he knows of.

Due to past trauma, this reader is greatly introverted and doesn't set their bar too high. They prefer to stay away from people and not get involved with drama. Perhaps they're a bit awkward due to communication issues? Imagining Wesker being interested in them sure was one heck of a fantasy. But why did he keep showing so much interest in them? Talking to the other survivors for advice will only get them humiliated and turned down. Back into hiding they go!

Wesker will begin to grow impatient and frustrated with the reader's lack of reactions, but he's not giving up. There was something special about them, something unique and juicy and he wanted to find out what. Along the way, breaking their shell, he'll begin to fall in love. And that love will guide him into providing the reader with the care they've always deserved. Let's rehearse their vows!

And that's my interpretation on how Mr. Grumpy sunglasses works in an emotional support relationship. I really hope to write more with him in the future. We'll see how everything works out.

I saw a post with this screenshot and it made me think about you.

Hope you're doing well ! <3

Hi bonemarroww, thanks for checking in. I apologize for my absence and for not updating my slasher stories recently. I shamefully admit that I've been engrossed in other fandoms and have been writing fics on my other two accounts. But! This month I will be coming back around and I will be updating the Bad Guy Series. I hope that you are also doing well, my dear <3

As for your screenshot about Jason, I totally agree. Jason would never abuse an animal- not even if the animal was feral or trying to fight back. If an animal were to attack him, I think he would try to scare it by making loud noise or using nearby recourses in order to protect himself. Hey, he's a big guy too. If he really needs to, he can use his overpowered strength to grab the animal and force it to be still while also managing to keep from harming it.

Jason is like the killer version of a classic Disney princess. I can totally imagine him living peacefully in the woods alone with all his beloved animal friends hanging around. Baby ducks, ravens, crows? He's got lots of feed for them! Feral cats? He knows that they don't like being touched but he still leaves food out for them and enjoys their presence. Raccoons, opossums, skunks, rats? Please, accept all this perfectly good trash these no good, unwanted trespassers' keep leaving behind. Deer? Oh, the does just love him- he steals their hearts without even knowing it. Lol!

Jason is one of the most empathetic killers there is. When it comes down to certain violent tendencies, I'm sure that there is a lot he wouldn't do. I don't even believe that he likes torturing people- I think he'd rather just go for a quick kill and get it over with. Because he's not heartless and he despises unnecessary suffering.

At least that's my interpretation :)

Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

...

Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

who knows what this sick bastard is thinking..🤔😳💦

Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown Appreciation Post

I've been wanting to state my opinion about Jeffrey for a long time, so now I'm going to do it. But first I'm going to ask, "Why? Why do folks not want anything to do with Jeffrey?" That has been my question ever since the beginning when I started writing for the dbd fandom. Many writers/artists always answer the same way, and that's by using the excuse that Jeffrey is just a very terrible person. Well... I hate to break it out to everyone, but umm.... ALL of the killers are terrible people. For one to say that they don't want anything to do with Jeffrey because "he's a bad person" is pure hypocriticism. Ji-Woon, Michael, Herman, and Danny are good examples of popular killers who get lots of attention but are still sadistic, evil characters who have undeniably done terrible things, and yet folks still love them. To love one killer and hate another because they are "terrible" when both killers have done equally bad things is hypocritical.

I'm not saying that people have to like Jeffrey. Everyone is free to have their own thoughts and opinions. All I want is for people to stop being hypocritical. If someone doesn't want to write Jeffrey because of his appearance then they should simply say it, or not mention him at all because that would still be better than lying. When it comes to doing terrible things, Jeffrey is no different than the rest of the killers, especially the truly sadistic ones like Michael, Danny, Ji-Woon and Herman. Let's admit it together, right? They're all terrible!

Jeffrey doesn't have to be a killer that everyone likes. This post is simply me just being pitiful and wishing for something that most likely will never happen. I just hope that people can be more honest about how they feel, or at the least not say anything at all because it's depressing to those of us who do like Jeffrey. There's not a lot of content with him either, and the content we do get is mostly non-consensual and abusive, and the fact that that's how he's mostly written is disappointing to me. People can write however they want to. I just really hope we get some more inspirational content with this big, lovable Clown.