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DBD OC who literaly only exists so Ghostface can kill her for a writing.
Her named is Annabeth Collins and she's a half-Irish orphan. Her dogs named is Lucky and he's a golden retriever.
I only ship her with Ghostie for the drama.
hello everyone, this is my first post, I hope that there will be people who will like my art :"3
«Yes, I decided to paint myself as a murderer, maybe later I'll paint myself and maybe Rayan as Survivors»
I decided to duplicate here what I wrote in the drawing. My handwriting in English is not that good, sorry for that. I drew this art yesterday. today I will probably post another fan-killer art, because I have almost finished this art. I will also need to make color versions, although I made the color version of The Creator this morning in GL2
this is probably my last dbd fan character from the killer class, then I will draw survivors or swap versions of the killers that I have already drawn. on the second art, by the way, if that's Ryan, the magic of the staff of Oritris keeps chibi Ryan in the air XD
There haven't been any posts for a long time, sorry. I decided to draw color art with Ryan and that's what it turns out so far, yes, it doesn't look very good at first glance, but I haven't
my friend made a radius of terror for my maniac The Wizard, by the way, I usually sit in tumblr from my phone, and to post this music I tried to log in through my laptop for half an hour
sorry that there have been no posts for a long time, college studies have begun and there is not much time to draw
the idea for this art appeared unexpectedly and I drew it in 5 minutes, for the first time I'm drawing the Dark Lord, it turned out a little bit too much, sorry
while I was in college, I decided to draw skins for the Creator, today I will probably draw more skins for the Prisoner and the Wizard
by the way, I recently painted a pencil drawing of a Prisoner, and yesterday I drew a skin for him, hoping I will find something to decorate this drawing with
this is sadie; she’s my little DBD oc. she’s a wolf-raised little girl who wears her mama wolf skull on her face, with the jaw modified to be like a bear trap. her hands and feet are slightly deformed and longer than normal, so she’s a little more feral. she’s four feet tall when she stands up. she’s incredibly friendly, and bouncy. she loves everything and everyone (but be careful, she IS a cannibal)
but other than that she’s a hyperactive little ball of energy
this is sadie; she’s my little DBD oc. she’s a wolf-raised little girl who wears her mama wolf skull on her face, with the jaw modified to be like a bear trap. her hands and feet are slightly deformed and longer than normal, so she’s a little more feral. she’s four feet tall when she stands up. she’s incredibly friendly, and bouncy. she loves everything and everyone (but be careful, she IS a cannibal)
but other than that she’s a hyperactive little ball of energy
maggie!!! our favorite redneck killer weirdo
Doodles of The Huntress and My Persona Phoebe as a child in this AU and Child of the Huntress.
Lil Backstory I made about how The Huntress/Anna found her and raise her.
Phoebe was abandoned by her parents purposely due to them can't handle taking care of her and trapped her in their own cellar. Her Parents left her after the villagers start to evacuate their homes eventually abandoning the village. Her parents made a promise that they'll come back, but they didn't. The only thing left in the village is the quiet wails of the lone girl. The Huntress who visited the abadoned village and her new expansion of her territory, she only finds soldiers scouting the area eventually ended up dead. Once she is done she hears a wail of a girl in one of the houses. Curious, she went to the source of the noise only to find the source in a locked up cellar, she breaks the lock using her hatchet. She finds a little girl startled at the bottom of the cellar due to the cellar being broken. She feels a sudden pity for her due to her remembering being alone after her mother's death and happiness to take care of the child. She went down and took her out, the only thing is that the child didn't struggle to fight like the last girls she took from previous villages. Only to find her quietly sobbing in her shoulder. The Huntress made a promise that she will do her best to take care of her and not commit the same mistakes to the past girls she took care of again. She will raise her as her own child. The girl never knew who she was but the motherly aura that surrounds the mysterious woman gave her comfort that her parents never gave. After that the Huntress left the village with the sky raining snowflakes on them..
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He gave Caleb a small smile before sitting at the piano. He looked at the keys and started to play Rondo Alla Turca, one of his favorites. He happily started to play, not caring if his hands get dirty. It can’t be worse than that blight serum.
As the notes rang out of the older piano he found comfort in the dull reverb of the saloon. He started to think, hell, maybe being stuck in an endless hellscape wasn’t too terribly bad. Minus dying a lot.
The last few chords rang out of the piano, seeming like the familiar melancholy melody of this place, the entity’s game as he calls it. “So,” he asked timidly. “What’d ya think?”
Hidey ho Caleb! Could I trade ya a 6 pack of beer in exchange for playing the piano? …I miss being able to play my instruments…
Caleb was sat at one of the front tables of the dead Dawg with his feet resting apon it and was in the middle of cleaning his redeemer when he noticed the figure by the saloon doors, lifting his head up slightly from his current task.
He sat in silence for a moment to consider the request before replying in his usual western drawl, "Hmm... well that depends on who ya are, how ya got here and how good of a pianist you are, Mister"
Some art of @adorableinsomniac hope your sleeping well Quennie
Overheard at the survivors camp:
Jeckyl: ALRIGHTY WHERES FLAT ASS MCNUGGET, I JUST WANNA TALK.
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*climbing up a tree*
WHERE ARE YOU FUCK FACE. I WILL JUMP YOU
Other survivors: W h a t. T h e. H e l l.
Quentin: Freddy morri’d me…
Jeckyl: AND NOW HES A DEAD SON OF A BITCH.
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*distant screaming*
Jeckyl: WHAT DID I TELL YOU BITCH BOY. TOUCH HIM AND YOURE DEAD MEAT.
Overheard near the survivors camp:
Jeckyl: I’m going to sleep, if you wake me up and it’s not an emergency I’m gonna make it one.
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Quentin: can I take a nap in here?
Jeckyl: yeah sure
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Dwight: Hey, uh nea needs—
Jeckyl: is she dying?
Dwight: ... no?
Jeckyl: then start running
He looked up at him with a small smile. “I’ve been here for a while, I just tend to hide in the fog, seeing as trials for me are few and far between.” He let out a small giggle. “Hell, I’ve found it easier to be one with the fog but trials have started to kick into high gear so I guess my roaming around is quickly coming to a halt.” A look of surprise crossed his features. “Oh yeah, I guess I better tell you my name hehehe, I’m Jeckyl.”
Hidey ho Liam! How’s it going? If you ever wanna hangout, I’ve found some nice places in the woods not to far from the camp fire. I even tied a blanket to a tree for a hammock!
Liam looked up from his daze as he heard the new voice, a warm smile growing on his face once he was fully back.
"Uh everythings going as well as it can. Spending a bit of time away from the others sounds like it could do me some good from time to time, I'm also guessing your new round here? Don't think I've seen you about before"
“I’m Jeckyl.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “Go right ahead, the survivors camp fire is about 50 meters that way if you ever want to go there.” He said pointing off to his left. “And there’s a lake that way about 80 meters that way.” He said pointing to the right. “It’s not much but it’s a solid middle ground between the two. That and most people go directly back to the camp fire.” He said smiling at the girl. “Thanks for being here, if you want some more hot chocolate I have a camp stove with some more. I can get you some more if you want.”
hello
“Hidey go!! How’s is going? What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He asked looking up and the girl. “Stay for a while, I made come hot coco.” He held out a small metal mug in her direction.
“That’s completely understandable! I have some hot chocolate I can try and bring by the next time I see you if you’d like that instead.” He said smiling at her.
I’ve got a 6 pack of beers and some time to kill, you want some? I don’t think most of the survivors like me because of how sporadic I can be. That and the time I jumped out of a tree and nearly took out David. Sometimes you just need a friend ya know?
Cheryl gave off a small scoffed chuckle and slightly tipped her head to the side. Her eyes looking down at the cold brew of bitter six pack of beer they were holding in their hands. Her hands crossed across her chest and locked comfortably against her dirtied sleevless hoodie covered in dirt and blood from earlier trials she had participated in. “Thanks for the offer, but beer makes me gag. The taste is uncomfortable and I despise it more than I would enjoy it.”
@jeckyl-in-the-fog 💜 💜 💜