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women

my frank is a bastard

a pretty swaggy before and after if i do say so myself

this isn’t my best work but i was trying some chibi-like stuff earlier

some gals

what a lovely time :)

based on this song because it’s amazing

frank morrison you sexy stupid son of a—

(i know the throat tattoo isn’t there let me live)

hi frank is trans cannot be convinced otherwise

this is a very messy doodle but enjoy danny’s little man

oh frank, don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers?

Huh, I wonder what Susie's doing...

Do you guys hear that Lmao?

I like men

for all those dbd creeps 

"SUP NERD! You're the top on my Valentine's list! Heeeere you go, it's got lightning bolts on it cause. Electricity. And stuff. Anyways! Here you go! Be careful, there's a surprise when you open it. :)" It's a normal Valentine's day card, crafted by Susie... hey, is there glitter falling out of it?

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((Mun: Happy Valentines' day Dude! Have an amazing day!!! Thank you so much!))

Bonus:

I know this is out of nowhere, but I just wanted to draw a few things as a thanks! I’ve had so much fun with our roleplays, I love how much personality you put into your characters! I love what you do with them, take what you have and expand on it. All of you, galaxy brains, big brains. And I’m glad you take time out of your day to actually interact with my blog, it really does make me happy. Again thank you so much, here is some art!

-MUN

@adielasks

@ask-susie-susie

@crotus-prenn-specter

Da boys... I wonder what Frank is talking about..

thoughts on other killers?

..... I hate him. 

It wasn’t long until The Doctor rounded the corner, storming into his office. He carried what looks to be some old rag stained with different colors. Presumably being used to clean up the spray paint. He let out a sigh, tossing the rag onto a shelf. As he stood there his posture was stiff, his arms behind his back fidgeting with his own hands. After what felt like minutes of him just standing there he turned to his desk... where he paused.

Where are his notes.

Shaking his head he went to the other side of his desk, pulling opening a few drawers, this has to be some kind of lapse in his memory... right? They were right there weren’t they!? The Doctor slammed the drawers shut, starting to get a bit more frantic in his search. He started looking through the shelves... nothing. Maybe under the desk?... also nothings. The more frantic he got, the more electricity bounce off him, the more he started to panic.

He can’t lose these! If he loses the notes he loses his progress, he’ll have to start back at square one! He.. he can’t go through that again... he doesn’t remember where he even started his search for the exit. WHERE ARE HIS NOTES!?

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

The notes were...... scattered to say the least. Idea were sprawled out in different chunks of text, each one seeming more rushed than the last. Flipping through the pages of seemingly boring notes, some with a few Polaroid photos attached to them of these strange places. A few of the Entity’s claw... and a strange crack that seemed to be in the sky. The pages detailed seemingly random things about these polaroids, but one thing remained the same throughout all the pages... a word sprinkled throughout each one of them... escape.

God knows how long Susie was flipping through these notes, when the Television started to make a low buzzing noise. Before suddenly switching itself on, a cacophony of noise blasting from it, it rapidly switched channels. But that soon stopped as it just landed on static.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

The office was cozy! The chandelier giving off a warm glow, from what she’d seen this was the only part with working electricity... hell it was kinda warm in here. The bookshelves were filled with books of many genres, horror, Mystery, Sí-Fi, etc. on another shelf that held what looked like to be a collection of chess pieces; each one placed neatly on a dusty chess board. But on closer inspection there were only wooden knights on the board. Not pawns, not bishops, not even rooks... just knights.. and the king and queen. The King and Queen were eye catching, shimmering glass chess pieces. Showing different colors from each angle. Both of them giving off a strange aura.

The desk seemed to be in good shape, besides for a few burn marks on the surface. Books along with papers were stacked on the desk, vanilla folders wedged between some of the books. Some papers were scattered around on the desk, personably notes for some kind of project. The small old television sat near the edge of the desk, off... this room was quiet.

Above the doorway was a singular security camera.... its red light blinking, yet it did not move.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

@ask-susie-susie :D!

Ferret susie no one asked for but still she's here

You know what, DOODLE DUMP TIME.

✨Space girl, I saw a lunar eclipse.✨

..... :(

Hey. Hey Herman guess what.

Bedazzled.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? OH GOD OH NO. OH GOD OH FUCK. DO YOU REALIZE THE POWER YOU GAVE THE COW!?

Alright @zip-zap-stop-and-ask-me​, you want your cow back? Here she is!

BAM!

Bedazzled! Courtesy of me, you’re weeeelcome!

(SUSISHIAOAIOAHAOWKWOO KI WOWKAUAISJAS YOUR ART WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME SO HAPPY.)

Gotcha!

@ask-susie-susie HAVE A GREAT TRIAL! HOPE IT’S FILLED WITH MANY PALLET DROPS, AND LOOPING!! PERHAPS EVEN A DISAPPOINTED ENTITY!

I started this at the end of May but kept losing intrest but I still worked on it bit by bit if i was bored of working on another drawing or thinking of what to draw. So yea I done more art of my fav killers in dead by daylight legion(I don't play the game I just like the characters and story, and my partner plays it).

We are legion

Finally finished this art that was in progress for along time and it's good to get the legion drawing done because I love my favourite killers.