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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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Dolliest 🎀

Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Asa emory, & Patrick bateman with Chubby!fem!reader who dressed like a Doll! ʚ ₊˚ ᥀✿

Author Note ✿ : hello lovlies, sorry i have been on a break for like 3/4 days because i just like um.. really need some break and also i had a lot activities going on, but i still try to write something for you all, so please sit down and enjoy :). if you like my writings please give me reblogs and feedbacks. tysm! also we almost got 140 followers atp, Tysm for your support lovlies!!

Trigger Warning ✿ : insecurities, fluff, some murder stuff idk, blood & insect mentioned, and some comfort also :), and maybe some misspelled word. overall enjoy! Reader skin color is NOT announced.

Dividers from @v6que ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. Gifs are not mine.

✿ Vincent sinclair

- you're an Art, thats what Vincent think the first time he saw you.

- and oh my god... he freaking loves it watching you dressing yourself!!

- believe me, he would never let anyone take down your confidence, if the one who take down your confidence is his brother (take example : Bo Sinclair) he wouldnt be scared to defend you like it his life-priority.

- but if the one who takes down your confidence is his next victim?? they are dead. even if the victim was important bla bla bla, he doesnt give a fck. how dare they talk down to his beloved partner?? such a unforgivable act.

- Love, i mean﹍LOOVEE drawing you. you're gonna see THOUSANDS paper with a drawing that look Exactly like you, EVERYWHERE. he even had his own fav drawing that he's dedicated to you.

- he, drawing you, and protecting you from anyone who mocks you including his brother, is a way of how he show himself that he is truly in love with you.

- if you're feeling insecure? better be ready to be suffocate from his affection.

✿ Jason Voorhees

- Man is silently drooling behind his mask.

- kinda like a Mommy kink....

- love the way you dress yourself with those soft pink dress and accesories, those glam nails and hairs and those soft makeup... perfect.

- but theres a time where he felt himself is not appropriate for you.

- we know this man is a insecure boy, but if you manage to cheer him up with your own way, istg your life is going to be put into this big mans life-priority.

- like.. he'll do everything to keep you happy.

- sometimes he even steal accessories or clothes or even make up that he found from his victim, where he collect them all and give them all for you.

- you might feeling kinda nasty seeing those gift is still covered in blood and with like a rotting-corpse smell... but if you accept it brightly he's gonna die on that place & in that moment.

- really love you. if you're insecure, he's going to slit somebodys throat for making you that way, but if you're feeling insecure because your own self? well then, he's going to go to hunt some victim, to get some MORE AND MORE stuff that you may like, well i mean.. thats just how he shows his love for you. his chubby doll 🎀

✿ Asa emory

- didnt know how to feel....

- but he does somehow, loves the opposite vibes you both gave. like he's the bad murderer boy who likes insect and some nasty nasty stuff, life in a nasty place and then theres you! who brighten up the nasty place he live in, always dress like a doll, pink pink, Vanilla perfume n stuff..

- just perfect and balance combination.

- when his victim saw who he is and when they saw YOU who is behind him they're gonna find themself asking "y-you.. you-you didnt get k-killed?..." and only to get the answer of him "she's my Princess."

- BUT... thats on a rare occassion. sometimes he just called you "my partner" or something. but if he's feeling in a good & cocky mood then he's going to call you his princess.

- and just like jason, he likes to give you a beautiful beautiful stuff who is always & almost covered in blood.

- if he's sees you wearing the stuff he gave you he can feel his cold heart melting.

- jk.. he doesnt feel his cold heart melting, because you already melt him in the first place. he just can feel his cold & thick heart is being burned by your affection.

- and when i'm telling you this.. he's enjoying, every, single, one of it.

✿ Patrick bateman

- oh my god..

- he's a real cocky man. but let me tell you something..

- HE SPOILS YOU SOO MUCH LIKE OH MY GOD.

- like i'm not even joking. he spoils you... really really spoils you to the bone, to your soul like you feel like you're suffocating.

- because he's still a patrick bateman, he loves to suffocate everyone, you're no expectation. the only differences is that he suffocate other people with death.

- but with you?... oh he's going to suffocate you with.. LOVE, LOVE & LOVE!

- in which he doesnt even believe any of that.

- but he does, believe it with you.

- patrick is a aware man. he knew himself real well, so when he found himself on a one knee for you, he found himself surprised and well um.. unbelieveably.

- never in his wildest life he would ended up with someone like you.

- at first he tried to denied, but as times goes by, he cant help, but felt his cold and tough soul was slowly melting over your words and touch.

- you're so.. so.. precious. soft, and round.. need to be protected and loved.

- it has been Too long for patrick bateman since he have been feeling this type of.. feelings.

- but you manage to somehow make him feel it again! and he wont waste it!

- the way he suffocate you, choking you with his affection and love is just how he shows himself how madly he is in love with you..! please dont waste it darling, please dont..

- let your soft appereance burn his cold soul as he would burn this world for you.

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shalotttower · 4 months

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Pholcus phalangioides

Title: Pholcus phalangioides

Fandom: The Collector (2009). Can be read as an original inspired by the source, because I took some creative liberties.

Summary: There's a spider in your bathroom, it lives under the mirror cabinet and you a) don't want to kill it, and b) are too scared to touch it, so now you can either keep giving it one side eye after another, or ask your neighbour for help.

Word count: 4000+

Characters: Asa Emory x Reader

Notes: yandere Asa, spiders and insects descriptions, stalking, voyeurism of sort - Asa watches Reader without her realizing it, kidnapping, vague hinting on body horror, non-con touching, Reader is socially awkward. Asa is not 100% in-movie-character Asa (he actually talks lol), a huge chunk of him is based on my headcanons.

You have this problem - a spider problem, to be precise. Not that it's too big of a deal, but...it also is.

Spiders are generally okay.

They eat unwanted guests, like flies and mosquitos or even other spiders. Make cool webs, which is probably one of the most complicated forms of art, not to mention a mathematical pattern to it - a combination of radial and circular symmetry. The golden ratio in nature.

In general they're important for keeping a backyard ecosystem nice and intact.

But.

But there is a spider in your bathroom, right under the sink cabinet, with thin legs, a long body, and of course - eyes. Quiet, kept to itself, really chill spider who doesn't move much except to crawl around a little and sometimes look at you when it catches you looking.

It probably lived in hiding somewhere, before deciding that dark spaces weren't up to its standards anymore and making an appearance. You haven't swatted it away, caught it, struck it with a paper - mostly because you're not good at killing living creatures, and secondly because the spider isn't doing any harm, just observing your every step, and generally being present.

When you check your makeup bag, it watches. When you brush your teeth, it watches. When you close the cabinet door it wiggles and your heart goes "ee" as if someone shocked it with a static charge. This yellowish-brown witness of your everyday activities, silently approving and judging, lately makes you feel like a nuisance in your own bathroom. You desperately wish there was a way to make it move to another corner. A less centralized one, less straight in your face. Yet the thought of touching it makes you cringe inwardly; your mind conjures images of different scenarios involving spider-related unpleasantries - accidentally squashing it, or getting bitten and dying a slow, miserable death.

It's gotta go.

Because the more you see it, the more your brain tries to assign it human features. And the longer it stares, the bigger the chance it might grow a pair of lips to say "get out of my bathroom".

The thought comes to you in the morning while setting a breakfast plate on the kitchen counter. The house is quiet, all windows are open and you stare through one of them at your neighbour's fence. You rarely see him, though the parked car is always a giveaway of his presence. Emory, that's what the mailbox says, and he has a neat garden, not an extravagant type, but everything is carefully trimmed and arranged into simple patterns.

There's even a stone bench by a small tree. Does it actually get used on sunny days? Probably no. He seems like a loner, from what you've seen so far: tall and pale, with wire-rimmed glasses and still grey eyes. Very focused and put together, a turtleneck and dark trousers kind of Mister. Never waving when passing by, though he does glance sometimes - sharp and attentive.

Once you caught him leaning over a bush with back straight and head hanging low. Your stomach gave this funny, nervous twitch, like when a stranger tries to start a conversation in public. He looked your way and then resumed whatever he was doing.

"Whatever" appeared to be something small, sharp limbs and a shiny body. It looked like a beetle, stretched to an absurd degree, and the way he held that thing felt strangely intimate. The same way you'd cradle a baby animal in your hands, rubbing its forehead with a fingertip. Emory put it in a plastic box, sealed it, and went into his house, not sparing you another glance.

This particular memory - of long fingers and a careful grasp - is what makes you think that maybe, possibly, theoretically, he could handle one pesky spider for you. You've seen him with insects a couple of times after, no doubt Mr. Emory is one of those who glue bugs to display boards. The creepy friend in the bathroom must be right up his alley then.

Five minutes later the two of you are staring at each other in awkward silence. Bothering barely acquainted neighbours isn't usually high on your list of priorities, especially if said neighbours look like they prefer being alone. You know it's odd, you know it probably crosses some boundaries, yet here you are.

With a crease on his brow and a tight mouth, Emory isn't thrilled at this sudden visit. Maybe he was in the middle of something, or is just uncomfortable with people invading his space. In any case, you clear your throat.

"Good morning. I live in the house across the road. The white porch? With-"

"I know," it's a dry reply. Not rude, more matter-of-factly; his eyes are fixed on you with a hint of unsettling peculiarity which makes you shift from one foot to the other.

He's not pest control, you think. Or obligated to help in any way. Emory can tell you to kindly fuck off right now and close the door, why did you even come here? It's stupid and intrusive. You're almost ready to take it all back and go home, pretend like nothing happened and just deal with that spider yourself, when he speaks again.

"What do you need?"

He has a quiet voice, a very even direct tone that doesn't encourage small talk, but prompts answers. Now and without pointless filling.

"I know how it's going to sound," you start, cringing inside, "and apologize in advance for bothering you, but I had an impression you collect...bugs."

"Insects. Arachnids."

"Right. So I was thinking if you'd mind removing a spider from my bathroom. I don't want to kill it, but I can't- I can't touch it."

His gaze slowly shifts from your face to the house behind you. As if Emory has an x-ray vision, or a complete mental map of your household layout. Ha, this would be ridiculous. There's no apparent disapproval in his pale face, but something else, a different kind of assessment. Evaluation of how much it is worth spending time on someone with an overgrown lawn? His eyes return back and you feel pinned down.

The longer he stays silent, the more you wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole.

"If you can't I totally understand-"

"What kind of spider?"

It's your turn to stare. How are you supposed to know, you've never studied spider biology. It looks like any other common variety, except creepier because it refuses to leave its spot and stay in the sewer where it belongs. "I...light-brownish, with long legs. Thin? Slender," there's more you could add but any further description will probably make you sound like a total dunce who can't recognize basic arachnids. "Kind of big."

You expect a 'sure', maybe 'I'll be there shortly' or 'no'. What you get is Emory moving past you and walking up your front porch. The scent of laundry detergent and soap, very clean, hits your nose before you rush to open the door.

"Uhm. Second floor," you explain, awkwardly shuffling after him. For the first time since the day you moved in, you worry about what someone might see inside the house. As far as clutter goes, your place is acceptable, perhaps a few forgotten cups around and yesterday's sweater thrown on a couch. Surely, it's not too bad.

Emory, however, doesn't seem interested in the surroundings. The staircase doesn't even creak under his weight, despite the house being around a century old. He steps over the little border which always makes you trip if you walk too fast, like it's not there. Like the corner you often bump your hip into doesn't exist either. He navigates your home with effortless precision, an inward kind of certainty that makes your eyebrows rise. Maybe...the houses on your street have the same blueprint.

Either way, he walks into your bathroom without hesitation, turning on the light. You hover by the doorway, unsure: should you offer something to drink, ask him if he needs anything else or just step away and leave him to do his thing?

The spider is there, hiding under the cabinet, when Emory leans over to observe it. He's probably seen many different specimens, you think, and this isn't interesting at all compared to the ones who have an intricate design or unique behavior.

"She's a part of the Pholcidae family," Emory says suddenly. Just like that there's 'she', instead of 'it', and the spider twitches and shifts. "Daddy long-legs. Harmless."

He puts his palm up close to its back. At first, it seems startled, but after a moment slowly calms down, and moves a leg - left then right - getting familiar with his hand.

"Docile creatures," Emory continues, while the spider walks along the edge of his palm. No running around, no random leaps, stick-like limbs touch and probe him with curiosity, much like you'd study something new. "They stay in the dark, hide in the corners while feasting on smaller things. Your intruder is a useful tenant."

It makes you feel slightly nauseous, how nonchalant he is about holding something that prompts recoil on instinct.

"Do you want to hold her?" Emory turns to you and there's a faint, strange smile on his lips. It doesn't reach his eyes and makes him look like an alien who tries to mimic human expressions based only on observation. His pupils are so dark that you can barely tell the difference between the irises and the rest. They seem bottomless, absorbing all light, but reflecting none in return. You take one step backwards, shaking your head.

"I'll pass."

He keeps staring at you for what feels like forever before returning his attention to the spider crawling on his skin. Emory reaches into his back pocket for a small container.

"Are you not setting her outside?" You ask. "She...she doesn't look like, uh, a rare species."

Not that you're an expert.

"No," Emory closes the lid with a quiet click. "She isn't one. But I'm going to keep her."

And he does. The little captive spider rests at the very bottom of a plastic case when you send the man on his way and thank him for the help. Emory accepts it with a nod, no further words, and then there's only his back when he leaves. The morning air rushes in, crisp and fresh, smelling like grass, tree leaves and soil.

It feels like you blink, and three days go by. You still keep an eye on the bathroom cabinet by some sort of habit, however there's nothing out of the ordinary lurking there, no creepy critters and definitely no thin legs scattering in multiple directions. All is well, now you can brush your teeth, take care of business and even lean close without fear something might fall on your head.

It's just a spider. You googled it later, and how common it is around the continents should be a bit ridiculous. Keeping it might equal to going on a beach and picking the most unremarkable pebble you see; Emory certainly could find hundreds more Daddy long-legs wherever he pleased - parks, gardens or forests.

So...why?

The question gnaws at you, together with that smile and cold grey eyes hidden behind glasses' frames. The weirdest part wasn't the expression, it was how you couldn't read it. Despite the obvious display of human emotion, however misplaced and alien, it failed to reveal anything. The smile was there, and yet nothing broke through it, not amusement, nor politeness - or any kind of feeling whatsoever.

Your neighbour is odd.

Not necessarily scary, though there's a sense of mystery surrounding him, it makes you feel like standing next to an iceberg and only seeing its tip. Or you've just read far too many psychological thrillers and your imagination likes to conjure up the wildest scenarios, trying to turn each and every thing into something sinister.

Maybe you should just chill and get some tea, and stop being so dramatic about a guy who came over and politely removed a spider for you.

They're not a unique species. Not even remotely uncommon.

He taps the container gently with his index finger, making the spider move back and forth. She doesn't have venom, no poisonous chemicals to injure and kill. Hiding in abandoned corners she does, patient and careful, waiting to catch the wrong fly.

You're just like her. Nothing exciting. Not unique.

Your movement patterns are similar, concealed in a different package you're still predictable: getting home from work, cooking dinner, watching TV shows. Everyday routines.

Fear is a part of your nature. Awkwardness which comes with socializing: you shuffle when uncomfortable, avoid prolonged eye contact and don't like confrontation, he noticed this right away. A quiet type, keeping mostly to yourself unless you need something urgently; and then you rush, like a scared Daddy long legs. There's this shiftiness, an inner desire to be less visible, but also a yearning for recognition because the lack of it hurts. And he saw all those small things, catalogued them one by one, as you moved into his street and became a constant presence.

Asa has never thought about keeping something - someone - so mundane before. Never. He likes rare things, spectacular, and those collected in the basement, they all are, especially when he's finished with them. They're extraordinary, displayed under glass cases and preserved for eternity.

He doesn't collect common species. Daddy long-legs are abundant everywhere around him.

But.

There's the way you linger by the kitchen window during the morning routine, slowly sipping hot coffee. When your lips purse and eyes lose focus for a moment. Or how the corners of them wrinkle sometimes when you have a genuine, amused laugh. It's something like warmth. There's no label for the feeling - positive, negative or neutral, it just is, like one single, meaningless element in an ecosystem.

He shouldn't want someone so average.

And yet Asa watches from the corner of your living room, crouched on the floor by a plant.

You don't hear him, too invested in your personal bubble. Well, he had enough time to polish his craft and figure out how soundless he can be when moving through spaces, how much weight he needs to place onto soles to avoid creaking wood and floorboards.

It's interesting to see you interact with your environment, unaware of being watched. There's an invisible pattern behind each action, even if you think everything is randomized. The web you wove around yourself is cozy, and Asa follows its threads while you check the phone and frown at whatever notification pops up. He is considering. Contemplating this impulsive desire he has yet to identify.

Would it be worth it? Keeping you. Adding you to the collection and seeing what comes out of it, how far his usual approach might take him with you in the same conditions. You're just a face with features. So...ordinary. He wants to pick you apart and look inside to make sure it's not some strange sort of mimicry, camouflage of a different nature hiding something else entirely.

There's this vague idea how those features may feel when touched. He can recall them accurately, even when you've never stood too close. Asa watches quietly from his hiding place, memorizing a displeased mumble and then a frustrated gesture.

You seem so alive.

Those below who are frozen in time now were too, before Asa decided to give them a purpose and make something special and worthy of his attention. They were alive like you, but now they're something better.

What purpose you have remains to be seen.

Asa decides then.

A plain trunk is nestled in the corner behind a coat hanger, no fancy latch or keyhole needed, only an ordinary padlock. You'll fit in nicely, squeezed in the cramped space, it won't be the most comfortable experience, but it's not for long and then...then he can show you the room where others stayed before, and where you'll be next.

Asa looks around one last time: the front door is locked, blinds down, lights off - you get up from the couch and head upstairs, right on the dot. Your house is easy to navigate despite the darkness; Asa knows his way around it, having been here already more than once. A step after a step he follows the soft padding of your bare feet, and when the steps halt, he pulls out a cloth. It's a heavy kind of pleasure to be able to stand right behind and admire your nape, there's a strange sort of vulnerability to it.

Something raw and very exposed.

It takes only a few movements, he catches your yelp into one of his hands and holds it clasped tightly as you thrash. Your nails dig into the fabric of his turtleneck but fail to leave any marks. He's never tired of it, the initial fear of his specimens realizing that their secure habitats are ruined. He doesn't mind this fight for survival.

"Shh," Asa breathes into your ear. "Shh."

The struggle doesn't last long - you're not a fighter - and when your body goes limp, he picks you up. Your perfume is surprisingly light, a very sweet and pleasant aroma, not overwhelming at all like he'd expect it to be.

It's nice.

He puts you in the trunk, a boxy space barely big enough to fit you curled on the side, it's going to take around thirty minutes to reach the hotel and another three to put you in the right cell. You'll sleep the rest of the journey, which is fortunate for everyone. It's always easier to deal with a specimen if they're resting.

The lock clicks softly - it's time to go home.

Something runs down your cheek - a drop, a bead of sweat, a touch - and you blink, trying to make sense of it. The surroundings are unfamiliar, blurry shapes with undefined outlines that stretch and wobble before your eyes. Your jaw hurts, clenched so hard that teeth grind together, and it takes a conscious effort to relax.

Where...what?

The living room, a TV program, a soundless whisper that froze the hairs at your nape, then someone was behind you. You remember a sickly sweet smell, and after that nothing but a haze and the dark, and the sensation of being squeezed into a shape. Your legs feel numb, arms too, like you spent hours immobile in one position. Slowly the world sharpens back into focus, but instead of relief there's only dread.

You're in a room.

No bigger than a regular bathroom and void of any furniture beside a cot-like bed, a toilet in the corner and a sink. The walls are a bluish-gray with thin cracks, tiny fissures that create uneven lines from the ceiling all the way down to the floor.

And there's a man, observing you quietly through the thick glass.

You don't notice him immediately, too busy assessing your new location, and when you do the air feels heavier, difficult to move past your throat. He's wearing a mask. Black rubber or something, covering everything except his eyes. He presses two palms against the barrier separating you, the silence stretches into an eternity.

'Who are you? What do you want?' - these are kind of questions you should be asking, but they don't come out. You remain glued to the spot, counting the passing seconds by their painful tick-tock-tick-tocks. One minute turns into two, and he...just stares without moving a muscle in a beyond unnerving manner. Your gaze dips lower to check his clothes, perhaps find a pattern to identify this person later.

There's none. Everything is plain black, like a uniform made to be invisible - turtleneck, pants, even gloves and boots.

It seems that your silence somehow pleases him, because a few moments later he leaves without looking back.

You don't know how much time passes; there's not a window around, only a bare, stark bulb, yellowish in its brightness and casting unpleasant shadows all over the floor. Not a single sound. Traffic, voices of distant passersby or birds - all is absent and doesn't provide even a bit of understanding where the hell you are.

In the end, you...sit down on the bed and wait, because what else is there? Everything is eerily silent and very, very uncomfortable: this emptiness, the absence of noise, the endless ticking of an invisible clock. It's difficult not to cry, but you try your best, somehow it feels important to remain composed. There has to be a reason behind this. There must be one, and you repeat it over and over, like a mantra to soothe the nerves and present your mind with some semblance of logic: once you figure out what's going on, you'll figure out how to get out as well.

Pulling loose threads from your sleeve is poor entertainment, if anything, the strain of boredom and unease gradually grows into anxiety so sharp that you almost miss the sound of approaching footsteps.

He's back again, the masked stranger who stands in the doorway with hands clasped behind his back. A pair of light grey eyes is a splash of different color, but they are blank. They watch with distant curiosity of an animal trainer monitoring a newborn cub. The comparison makes something ugly squirm inside you. A part of you wants to make a run for it, the other keeps yelling that it would be immensely stupid.

One, two, three, four steps he takes into your cell. Your back meets the wall, the chill coming from its solid surface cuts right through the layers of clothing. Five, six. He stops only when there's less than arm's reach between you, then leans to brush away loose strands of hair sticking to your temples. Your stomach goes taut. This scent. Laundry detergent mixed with soap. The turtleneck, grey eyes, very collected kind of Mister.

A sickly shiver of revulsion shoots down your spine, making you curl tighter into a ball. Emory cups your jaw with both hands - they're cold even through the gloves material. This is too close, an unwanted and unpleasant violation of boundaries, and yet he continues to examine your face, like you're some sort of an object he can handle however he pleases.

Your cheek gets a light pat. Any theories about his identity stay unvoiced, mostly because you fear the reaction they might prompt. Something tells you that screaming is a bad idea too. 'Be quiet,' an insistent whisper says deep inside your skull, 'be still.'

His thumbs press to the corners of your mouth. "Open," he orders, and you can't not, even though the whole thing sounds and feels bizarre. "Wider."

There's a quiet click. A flashlight, of those small ones you can easily hold in one hand, shines right into your eyes, making them water from the unexpected brightness. "Don't bite or I'll remove all of your teeth."

It's a simple threat, delivered with such a calm tone, there's no need for yelling when words are that clear and straightforward.

He inspects your mouth, the edges of teeth and gums, your inner cheeks, and you let him, clenching your fists. There's not much you can do, at least that's what you keep telling yourself to ease the heavy, sinking feeling of powerlessness. Your mind chants 'too close' on a loop, urging to wiggle away; you stay. It's unclear what exactly he's looking for - dental or oral diseases, a sore throat, cavities, or the lack of them?

It lasts forever until he straightens back up and puts the light away.

"Good," Emory states. There's another pat to your head before he turns around to leave. "No biting."

The door panel slides with a soft hum, locking shut. And the silence, and the waiting, and the mind numbing monotony is back again.

#shalott fanfiction #yandere #the collector #the collector (2009)#asa emory #asa emory x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers

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lace-coffin · 2 months

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Like the Chica one, can you do age regression reader with Asa :3c

Hi! Thank u for request! I wasn’t sure specifically what u wanted so I wrote a little snippet of an evening with Asa whilst regressed, I hope u like it!

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

No warnings apply!

Requests are closed (will be open soon!)

Fluffy Socked feet bound down the hallway full force, giving Asa no time to react as you practically jumped onto him. The larger man lets out a wheeze of surprise but steady’s himself. “I’m glad to see you too baby, but what are we forgetting?” He chuckles and ruffles your hair.

“No running in the halls because daddy is lame” you drawl out in an uninterested tone. Asa scoffs.

“Not quite what I was going for but I’ll take it if it saves you from breaking your butt on my floor” he grins back at you softly. All you get is a “Hold on tight bug” before he scoops you into his arms, causing a squeal of delight and surprise. Your pyjama clad legs wiggle in retaliation but mostly excitement as you let yourself be carried to the table and plopped on the chair gently. Your caregiver takes the seat across from you.

“I’m going to get dinner started pet, if I let you sit here and watch can you be good for me and colour me something pretty for the fridge whilst we wait?” He proposes, eyes soft with affection.

You nod happily and make grabby hands at the paper and crayon set sprawled over the other end of the table from last night.

Rising from the table Asa slides the art supplies to you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head before pulling the pans he needs from the cupboard and getting started.

Tonight he’s cooking spaghetti, something simple you can manage when regressed and not too complex on the tastebuds, as much as he loves to show off his culinary skills and spoil you with impressive food, that isn’t what tonight is about. Besides you’ll probably have one handfull of pasta in your mouth and your eyes glued to bluey on the tv, it doesn’t need to be gormet.

After checking in on you a few times and praising your drawings dinner is ready to be served, Asa’s on one of his normal black plates and yours on a plastic zoo themed one with a divider to keep your foods from mixing. It’s a nightmare to wash up but he does have a soft spot for the little monkeys lining the edge.

Now settled at the table Asa chews forkfuls of his food whilst giving you little glances every so often to see how you’re coping. He knows you don’t like to be coddled all the time and want some independence so he’ll only step in if it looks like you’re struggling.

After a few minutes of watching the spaghetti slide off your fork and you groaning in defeat he decides to offer some support.

“Would you like daddy to do it for you bug? I know spaghetti can be pretty tricky for kids as little as you.”

You nod, face red but grateful for the help none the less, at this rate the food would’ve been cold before you got halfway through it.

Sliding into the chair next to you Asa takes your plastic handled fork and twirls a helping of the spaghetti onto it, blowing on it carefully he raises it to your mouth.

“Here it comes, bug”

“Perfectly done” he smiles as he reaches for a napkin, wiping the excess sauce from your face like an overbearing mother embarrassing their child. You could never be embarrassed by your daddy, you love him too much.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #writing #asa emory #asa emory x reader #my writing #the collection #agere reader #age regression

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chriscalledmesweetie · 3 months

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The Murder of Sir Emory J. Amat by ChrisCalledMeSweetie

A Sherlock Holmes mystery, as recounted by Dr. John H. Watson.

Can you follow the clues to deduce whodunnit?

Chapter 3: The Man Who Kept Bees

I was busily exterminating dandelion roots when a shout of warning sounded from close by and thousands of tiny missiles whizzed past my ears. It was a swarm of bees!

I looked up in alarm. Over the wall, to my left, there appeared a face, with high cheekbones, curly dark hair, cupid’s-bow lips, and bright sea-foam eyes. It was our mysterious neighbour, Mr. Holmes.

“I keep bees,” he said, by way of greeting. “Does that bother you?”

I raised an eyebrow in reply.

“New neighbors should know the worst of each other,” Holmes said.

He then launched into fluent explanation. There was quite a bit about the importance of bees, the natural behaviour of swarms, the segregation of the queen, and the art of beekeeping, but I must confess I found myself more focused on his striking looks and the resonant tone of his voice than on his actual words.

I hoped that Harry was correct in her assessment of his disinterest in the fairer sex, and certain implied corollaries.

@totallysilvergirl @bluebellofbakerstreet @sarahthecoat @helloliriels @daisyfairy1 @imnova @kittenmadnessandtea @marta-bee @whodwantmeasaflatmate @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant @jobooksncoffee @peanitbear @bakingsherlycakes @missdeliadili @inevitably-johnlocked

#sherlock #johnlock #case fic #my fic

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lebenspurpur · 2 years

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what does your favorite slasher say about you? because i am working on other things rn, but i don't want to leave all of you hanging.

These are all just jokes and my personal takes. Don't get offended and don't take them serious.

RZ Michael Myers

daddy issues

he can kill you in a millisecond, and you like that

you're pretty introverted and probably traumatized

you might be masochistic

hands you all know what I mean

fast food is something dear to you, and you probably enjoy candy

Vincent Sinclair

definitely a savior complex

you're introverted and most likely dabble in either art or music

long haired men are a weakness of yours

the trope of the conventional ugly character who's been mistreated their whole life has you in a chokehold

you're either into soft aesthetics like fairy core or pastel goth or into heavier, dark aesthetics like grunge or goth

you prefer relaxed free time activities over adventurous ones

Bo Sinclair

daddy issues to the max

also a savior complex

you're either extroverted or an ambivert

there's a chance that you have at least one sibling

you're either very self-defensive in fights or you don't argue at all

music taste relies on either rock, punk, grunge or metal music

you enjoy 00s MTV shows

Lester Sinclair

you're probably an ambivert or an introvert

fairy core, cottage core or/and goblin core make you very happy

you like to collect things

an animal lover and you probably enjoy the forest

for some reason, I think you'd enjoy road trips

your favorite ice cream flavor might be a fruit

you despise capitalism

Baby Firefly

you like the idea of worshiping a woman's body

you're either super into feminine aesthetics and clothing, or you really enjoy masculine things

you like a partner that can defend you and your relationship

public displays of affection are no problem for you

a little unhinged, but hey aren't we all

you like perfume and jewelry

Otis Driftwood

you use sarcasm and playful banter to communicate with your friends, or you're super sweet, no in between

you've had some strange phases growing up

heavy patriotism is something you despise

politics as a whole is something you kind of despise

you enjoy the smell of petroleum

for whatever reason, I think you're into/were into philosophy

RJ Firefly because I'm generous

you like dogs and the forest

you are also touch starved and really want a hug

you like soft things

chances of a twilight phase (plus points if you were team Jacob)

for some reason, I think you enjoy werewolf and vampire media

Brahms Heelshire

you're probably younger than the average slasher fan

you like dark/light academia

the idea of an educated, sophisticated life makes you happy

your partner should be romantic

you do a lot of things simply for the aesthetic of them

also a twilight phase

you collect fictional crushes religiously

Thomas Brown Hewitt

you're really sweet

you like baking, sewing, crafting or cooking

owning a garden would make you very happy

you're a little shy sometimes

domestic fantasies are your favorite fantasies

you're very loyal, and would go anywhere to protect your loved ones

Jason Vorhees

there's a chance that you might be extroverted

you rooted for the nice, friendly character in teenage romance trios instead of the mysterious, edgy ones

picknicks and hunting trips are sweet date ideas to you

favorite subject was probably either English, PE or arts

you're probably short and/or have a size kink

were you into Wicca, or any other nature-based practice at any point of your life? I feel like you were

Asa Emory

you had a crush on either a priest, a doctor, a teacher, or on all three before

now you're definitely a masochist

you've taken the kink test before, haven't you?

you're older than the average slasher fan

also daddy issues, congratulations

and mmmmaybe religious trauma?

Amanda Young

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

#thomas hewitt imagines #bo sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair imagine #mark hoffman imagines #amanda young imagines #art the clown imagine #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #albert wesker imagine #nathan wallace imagines #repo! the genetic opera imagines #slashers imagines #queendeeshorrorimagines #michael myers imagine #asa emory imagine #jesse cromeans imagines #dees sweet tea #🍒 anon request #fem reader

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hii idk if requests were open or not but i was wondering if you could possibly do slashers with a french s/o ??

Slashers with French S/O

Michael Myers

You were in America for a cousins wedding and you were staying in a local motel

Michael had not killed anyone in a week so he decided to go into the motel to make up for lost time

You were just coming out of the shower and you were covered with a towel when you walked into your room and found a random man in you room

Cue angry French sounds

“qu'est-ce que tu fous tu ne peux pas être ici imbécile” (what are you doing in here you can’t be in here you fool)

He was intrigued but found himself annoyed when you shoved him outside of the room and locked the door yet he could still hear you yelling

You come back in clothes and in attempt to get an apology but Michael just picks you up and takes you back the Myers house

And that kids is how I met your mother

You started dating after a while and you drive him insane

Whenever your in an argument you shout at him in French which he obviously can’t understand so he just walks out the door

Does find it funny when you mistake an English word for French

Bo Sinclair

You were touring America with a group of other French people

When you reached Ambrose Bo saw you all as sitting ducks so he offered to give you a tour

He made comments about how the French should “speak a less confusing language” to which you responded

“les américains stupides pensent toujours qu'ils savent mieux que les gens de notre pays” (stupid Americans think they know better than the people actually from our country)

He didn’t understand what you said but judging from the others laughs he knew it wasn’t good

So when he kills off the rest of your group he gives you the excuse that they left you in Ambrose

You both eventually grow closer after a lot of arguments so he decided to keep you around for a while

While dating him you try and teach him some French but it turned out like in friends when phoebe tries to teach joey French

He won’t admit it but he actually enjoys watching the French romances you out on, with subtitles obviously

Vincent Sinclair

You were an art major and you wanted to explore America and see all of its art

When you reach the house of wax Vincent is watching you and when you meet him you say one thing to him

“êtes-vous l'artiste? tes figures de cire sont une oeuvre d'art” (are you the artist? Your wax figures are a work of art)

You quickly repeat in English and he blushes under his mask

You quickly bond over your love of art

When he finds out you paint as well it becomes the hobby you do together

Your art is displayed in the house of wax no matter if it’s amazing or terrible

After you start dating he makes a figure that looks exactly like a girl you saw come into the town a few days ago so you wanted Vincent to make a figure of you as well

He quickly refused and just told you that he doesn’t want to insult you if the works bad, definitely not because the process would put you in extreme pain and kill you

Thomas Hewitt

Your car broke down in front of the Hewitts home so you knocked on the door and asked for help

Luda may was already charmed by your accent and called it “beautiful”

When you met Thomas Luda may asked to say something in French to him

So you said

“tu es très beau et fort” (you are very handsome and strong)

When you explain what you said to Luda may she’s practically planning the wedding

You spend the night with the Hewitts and you and Thomas quickly bond

He adores when you cook food from you country for the family dinners

Granted he’ll never tell you what kind of meat is in the freezer

Asa Emory

He was your college professor after you moved to America to get a better education in your chosen field

There was a small language barrier between you and your classmates which always left you feeling isolated

But asa actually spoke French so you saw him as your escape

His need to take you stemmed from one thing you said to him

“au moins les rumeurs sont vraies sur l'Amérique. tous les professeurs sont beaux” (al least the rumours about America are true. All the teachers are handsome)

This prompted asa to take you, not to torture you but to treat you like pet

You develop Stockholm syndrome pretty quickly after you already trusted the man

He tries to teach you more English but understands if you feel more comfortable speaking in French

Tiffany valentine

You had met while Tiffany was in doll form, she was accidentally shipped to France because she resembles an old doll brand

You bought her at the antique store and she quickly became obsessed with you

So when she snuck off and transferred her soul into Jennifer tillys body she quickly returned for you

She asked you on a date and you excepted

She resembled a doll you had lost so you called her “ma petite poupée” (my little dolly)

She would adore if you baked for her and made traditional French dishes for here

You show her French fashion and teach her some French so she understands basic phrases and some swear words

She even moves to France to be with you and wants to get to know the French lifestyle a lot more

Hopefully that ginger doll fucker won’t find her in France

Jason voorhees

You had gotten lost when you were looking for a different campsite but ended up at Jason’s

He was going to originally kill you off but after hearing your accent he would remember those French films his mother would watch and you brought some nostalgia back for him

But when you said this phrase that’s when he fell in love with you

“ce camping est très beau comme vous” (this campsite is very beautiful just like you)

He loves listening to you talk, even if he can’t understand it

He just finds your voice and accent so soothing for him and he will sit there for hours on end reacting to a story he doesn’t actually understand

Baby firefly

You met when you were studying abroad, you were studying American fashion and origins of traditional wear

She found you in some seedy bar and the first thing you said to her was

“Es-tu un ange” (are you an angel)

You found her stunning and she found you to be the most intoxicating sound in the world

She took you on a date and you quickly bonded over your love for fashion

She wants to know everything about French fashion and asks you every question in the book

She’ll sometimes use phrases you’ve said to drive Otis up the wall

Otis driftwood

You met in a run down bar after you were thrown out for being “too aggressive”

You weren’t being aggressive the bar owner just didn’t like that you were French

Otis thought you would be an easy victim so he started talking to you

You said to him “éloigne toi sale pervers” (get away you dirty pervert)

He kidnaps you but you quickly fall head over heels for each other after a heavy make out session that came from an aggressive argument

Want to drive him crazy in bed? Start speaking French he finds it so sexy

Any other scenario it just annoys him

You would constantly swear at him in French

This and your asthma earned you the nickname “my French bulldog) which he only gave you to piss you off

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Ok. Dumb idea. BUT i was wondering if u could do some headcannons with Bubba, Tommy, Brahms, Vincent, and maybe Bo on how theyd react to a metalhead s/o. Like, guitar player, tattoos, piercings, etc. Add whoever else u want and if not i understand.

Not a dumb idea at all! I added Asa Emory and Gabriel to the roster, hope you don't mind, anon! This was a really fun prompt, thanks for the ask!

Headcanons under the cut!

Slashers Reacting to metalhead s/o with tattoos & piercings, and plays guitar! no gender specified

Bubba Sawyer

You are an entirely new species to poor Bubba. He doesn't know how to react initially, you are a bit scary

It will take a little goading to get him to approach you

Loud Metal music is a bit too overestimating for him, so you have to introduce it to him quietly and a little bit at a time

He's definitely the type to physically grab your arm/body part and manipulate it to get a proper look at your tattoos, mostly because he's only ever seen chop top's army division tattoo; he doesn't mean to be rude, though!

Thomas Hewitt

Very curious about your tattoos, he becomes fascinated and will start keeping a "book" of tattoos he skins off of victims to show you

He wants to hear all about your tattoos, even the ones you got "just because"

Loves piercings, he will mirror you and borrow steal some of your extras to apply to his masks

Calls your guitar your "little buddy" and loves asking you to play, much to the annoyance of Luda Mae

He likes the metal music you play, the noisiness scratches an itch in his brain that he hasn't experienced since working at the slaughterhouse

Brahms Heelshire

It takes him a while to get used to it. He finds you incredibly intimidating at first, he hides your vinyls until he eventually warms up to the music, though he does like the energy

He is still sort of snobbish and puts up the front that he is disgusted by your tattoos and piercings, but he secretly finds them very attractive

If you ever decide to practice or just jam out on guitar he will run to your side and listen, sometimes he will make requests

If you play his lullaby for him on guitar he will do anything you want

Vincent Sinclair

Will ask you to play for him while he works on wax figures

Digs through victim's vehicles to find band related merch and cds for you

Loves your tattoos! He really appreciates all of the sick art you've collected

Will totally headbang with you after some encouragement

He's always asking you to show him new bands/music

His favorite piercing on you is your septum/nose piercing

He will totally steal band tees if you have them, he loves how you dress and also they smell like you.

If your shirts are too small he will put them on his pillow as a pillowcase

Bo Sinclair

Bo is a closet metal head. You are a breath of fresh air to him, it's love at first sight.

He uses your identifying tattoos as an excuse to himself to keep you alive, but really he's just sweet for you

He doesn't really care for piercings one way or the other, they're just there

He will hoard your cds and vinyls at the gas station, though if you give him posters he'll hang them up in the garage

He may not seem grateful outwardly but he'll grin every time he stops to look at them

Asa Emory

Not a fan of piercings or concerts, but definitely listens to metal and enjoys it

He is a trad goth at heart and was kind of a metalhead in his own youth

He'll let you have control of the radio in the car because you have good taste

He will insist you get his name tattooed onto you, even if he has to do it himself

If you have any bug tattoos expect him to infodump about them to you

He refuses to let you play your guitar in his house but the murder hotel is free reign, as long as you stay out of his way

Gabriel May

Will definitely headbang with you

He'll beg you to take him to live shows

He relies on you for music recs

Loves the aggression of the music

He will not so subtly hint to you that receiving gifts is one of his love languages by the merch table (quality time being the other)

He is very jealous of your piercings, since he can't really get any.

He might absentmindedly play with yours when you cuddle

He likes how his hairstyle is popular in the metal scene

#bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #brahms heelshire #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #asa emory #gabriel may #slasher x reader #post content #metalhead anon #anonymous #headcanon

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Jolie's thoughts on

The Golden Pince Nez (Sherlock & Co. podcast)

(Have I mentioned how much I love this whole show?)

After the hilarious opening scene with the unexpected police car outside 221B, I really wasn’t keen on the cult setting from the start and I‘m still not. I can‘t tell where the idea came from, and I honestly don’t feel that it does anything for the story, except provide a terribly transparent motive and an opportunity for Sherlock to position himself firmly in the atheist camp (as if there was any doubt about that).

That said, this episode is again brimming over with fantastic details in spite of the odd setting, starting with the genius way Emory puts our boys on a ticking clock again, in this originally somewhat static and cumbersome case.

"I‘m your superior officer. This is an order." - Interesting vibes. Interesting.

John making that lovely little speech in the chapel about people seeking human connection.

Sherlock getting the Swindon Town joke.

Sherlock falling asleep in Stanley Hopkins's car on the way back from the case. Awww.

John‘s mum! And she’s a midwife! There really is that caring streak running in the family. But I really hope that she is and remains the only person involved in this podcast (on stage or behind the scenes) who ships John/Mariana.

Before you go, check out this amazing fan art by @under-loch-n-key !

#sherlock & co podcast #sherlock & co #podlock #the golden pince nez #episode notes

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MASTERLIST

(Thanks to @bubbaswife for helping me with this)

🔪SLASHERS🔪

slasher hc:

Planting your face on their daddy milkers (sinclair edition)

Slashers and their memes

Slasher when they get old

Slasher with a dom reader

Slasher with a reader who kills for them

Slasher with reader who suffers from low blood pressure

Slashers with cats

Slasher with agender reader

Slasher with cats pt2

Slasher with a s/o with adhd

Slashers celebrating your birthday

Reader sucking on the slashy milkers

Slashers with a deadpool kind of reader

Slasher doing sh aftercare for the reader

Slasher adopting a kid

Baking with the slashers

Slasher adopting a kid pt2

Slasher faceplating on your chest

Slashers getting humbled

Seducing the slashy babes

Slashers when their s/o dies giving birth (one shots/hc)

Slashers getting humbled pt2

Slashers with a reader who has a degradation kink (sinclair twins edition)

Slashers at the beach

Slashers when reader flinches away from them (one shots/hc)

Slasher with a s/o scared of them

Bo Sinclair:

you're favourite angst boy ( one shot)

Bo being soft

Dilf Bo headcanons

Brahms Heelshire:

Worthy of love (one shot)

Vinny Sinclair:

Dilf vinny headcanons

Michael Myers:

His favourite game (one shot)

Og michael with a plus size reader

Baking with rz michael myers

Og and peepaw Myers with a reader who talks in their sleep

The shape effect 1 2

Not meant to matter (rz michael one shot)

Love and Mercy pt1

Thomas Hewitt

Gentle touches (one shot)

Guilty (one shot)

Asa Emory

Dancing around it (one shot)

Only you Babe (one shot)

Jason Voorhees

Jason headcanons

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse taking care of reader's sh

Pyramid Head

Grabbing pyra tits

My takes on the slashers:

Scents Lester likes

Why Bo and michael never cry

Michael Myers is anemic

Vinny is the one with anger issues

Bo talking about his parents

Michael myers might be asexual

Bo family's life rant

Brahms and michael rant about them with s/o who's sleep deprived

If Bo really had anger issues this would be his song

Why Michael does not sleep

Bo likes to sleep

Brahms is not just a stinky angry man

How vinny has been affected by his trauma

Bo knows how to sing rant

Brahms is too tall rant

Bo DOESN'T HAS ANGER ISSUES rant

Michael myers rant about his s/o leaving pt 1 2 3 4 5 6

Songs that remind me of Michael

Jason finding the good art of masterbating

🪦Ghost🪦

Aether getting high

🪖 call of duty mw2 🪖

König:

König random hc part 1 and part 2

König nsfw hc

König hot take

It still hurts one shot

König x reader headcanons

Helping the reader through grief

Soap:

Helping the reader through grief

Ghost:

Ghost x reader headcanons

Helping the reader through grief

🫀🦾 Detroit become human 🦾🫀

Elijah Kamski backstory hcs

Kamcon angst one shot

#slasher fandom #slashers #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons

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itsybitsybatsy · 3 months

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I've been lurking in the G/t community for long enough, so I figure it's about time I introduce my OCs! They're the main characters of my current WIP called "Dwindle and Diminish".

Basic premise? Sizeshifter protagonist participates in a fantasy heist, with the catch that he's cursed to slowly shrink away into nothing so long as he has these powers. Now he's on a quest to find the cursed contract that gave him these strange abilities and destroy it, before he completely shrinks away into nothing altogether. In the meantime, he learns how to not only accept his situation but take advantage of it, utilizing every new shrunken size to its maximum potential in his quest to become a master thief.

Anyway, meet Emory Bloom (shifter) and Lucy Fox (normie), the two main protagonists of Dwindle!

(Apologies for using a Picrew instead of drawing the characters myself 😔 I unfortunately lack any real art skills, so hopefully this will suffice instead!)

A few years ago, Lucy got into a car wreck that killed her entire family, leaving her as the sole survivor - unfortunately, that same accident also left her in a heavily vegetative state. Emory, one of her only living relatives, took charge as her primary caregiver, and has sacrificed his life and happiness to give her the best quality of life he can. But with little to no support system to help, Em consistently feels inadequate and wishes he could do more.

One day, Em is presented with the chance of a lifetime: accept a curse that will steal away about a foot in height, and in exchange receive the magical powers needed to restore Lucy's health to her pre-accident condition. This seems like a pretty sweet deal on paper, but it quickly becomes apparent that the contract is trying to steal a lot more than just twelve inches.

Determined to put a stop to his shrinking curse, Em and Lucy put together a team of thieves to help them steal the contract draining his soul before it's too late. All the while Emory finds new and inventive ways to take advantage of his dwindling state to help him become a better thief.

Basic personalities:

Emory (initially 6'3" but gradually shrinking) - responsible, mature, and very polite to strangers, but with a profoundly sharp wit and deadpan/sarcastic sense of humor around loved ones. He's very patient and empathetic, and strongly characterized by his intense loyalty to Lucy (as well as everyone he cares about). Has a problem with being self-sacrificial, associating his worth as a person with his ability to care for others. As a result, he can be a bit of a pushover at times. He used to have a passion for his aquarium hobby, but gave up a lot of his own personal interests in order to invest more of himself into Lucy's care. Now that her health is restored and she doesn't need a caregiver anymore, Em is slowly rediscovering all those passions again.

Lucy (5'4") - fierce and passionate, very artistic and creative and pours herself into everything she does. Can be loud and abrasive and impatient, but that's how you know she likes you. Because when she's genuinely mad, her rage is cold and silent and terrifying. Loves reading, writing, art, and cooking. Any kind of artistic pursuit is something she will gladly experiment with. However, she's also burdened by a strong weight of guilt. She blames herself for the car accident that killed her family, she blames herself for Em giving up his happiness to take care of her, and most of all she blames herself for Em taking on the curse to restore her health. She sees this as her fault, and therefore her responsibility to fix - no matter the cost.

For years, Em acted as Lucy's caregiver. But as Em becomes increasingly smaller, that dynamic switches - now, Lucy is the one responsible for taking care of Em instead of the other way around. And for Em, who considers his existence to be a burden and that he must always take care of others in order to prove his worth (and also has a boatload of trust issues)...well, you can imagine that he doesn't handle this change very well.

Anyway, I'd be happy to elaborate on the story and characters if anyone is curious! I understand things are a lot less interesting since I don't have any visuals to show you (curse my lack of art skills!), but hopefully this gave you all a good sense of their personalities and dynamic!

#i admit its a lot more tame that a lot of the other g/t stories you see in this community #but i love the slowburn shrinking trope and i wanna see more of it!#also! sizeshifting in the context of a heist scenario has so much untapped potential as a concept #at least i think so anyway #g/t #G/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t oc #sizeshifting #shrinking #dwindle and diminish

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shalotttower · 4 months

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Masterlist

Will be updated.

⛪ Far Cry 5:

Bound - It's been two months since you ended up in a bunker with Joseph Seed. Yandere!Joseph Seed Headcanons (General)

A Heart Deceived - AU where soulmates share the same marking and Jacob doesn't have to brand you any further.

👑 Far Cry 4:

📖 Death Note:

The Unknown Variable (L x Reader) - Special was never your brand. Now the weight of it is simply too heavy. A Natural Benefit (L x Reader) - L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

🔪 Slashers:

Darling, Darling - The way he cradles you to his chest is almost reverent, like you are something precious. Bubba delivers a lesson after you tried to run away. Sweetcheeks (Billy Lenz x Reader) - You've been getting these odd calls for several months now. Pholcus phalangioides (Asa Emory x Reader) - There's a spider in your bathroom, it lives under the mirror cabinet and you a) don't want to kill it, and b) are too scared to touch it, so now you can either keep giving it one side eye after another, or ask your neighbour for help.

✨ Hunter x Hunter:

Permanence - A simple evening at an art gallery turns into a daring decision to slip away from Chrollo's grasp. Fragile Things - Sometimes Chrollo really wishes you were more demanding of him. A Spoonful of Sugar (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Sweet? Cute? What you really are is deadly. Fractalize (part 1, part 2, Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Lack of hope creates a strange kind of numbness. The Devil Is a Gentleman (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - You wake up in the middle of the night with a headache. Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Imagine - You died and became a ghost. Now you can’t leave Chrollo, but at least there’s satisfaction in taunting him.

🍄 Resident Evil Village:

🎨 Original works:

Cultivating Flowers - Marquis is a man of many interests, including gardening. Specifically, his new roses.

👤 Monster:

🏥 Outlast:

🩸 BTD/TPOF:

To Make a Home Out of Bones (Ren x Reader) - You were free. Free for real, and you couldn't believe that, staring at the open door. And then, by some twisted scenario, decided to keep him. It's tragic, really.

🎭 John Doe Game:

🧛‍♂️ Dracula:

🍽️ Hannibal:

#masterlist #shalott fanfiction #far cry 5 #far cry 4 #death note #slashers #hunter x hunter #resident evil village #outlast #john doe game #tpof #dracula #hannibal #monster anime

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aubreysheadspace · 10 months

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Hello, I hope you had an amazing break! :D

I would love a gender neutral reader going on a date with Emori Mari. (Emori is the au made by Shrimperini) Specifically, I’d love it if reader and her were at her house together, cuddling together, possibly reading literature or listening to Mari crank that piano.

I hope you’ll have a great day and enjoy writing these prompts! :)

EMORI! MARI DATE HCS

(EMORI AU AND ART BELONGS TO SHRIMPERINI ON TWITTER!)

OOOH it’s been awhile since i’ve done an au request!! i love shrimperini and their artwork, i love how they draw sunny in general!! i haven’t really been invested in the emori au so if mari here is a bit ooc i am to blame </3 hope u enjoy!!

EMORI! MARI

MARI enjoys hanging out or just simply staying indoors with you, where she can just sit back and listen to some music while reading a book

maybe you’d guys share the same earbuds and listen to music together like that! MARI probably is cool with anything, like if you don’t want to listen to music, that’s completely fine with her. it might be hard to get her attention though

dates with her are relaxing and calming, even better if one of you has had a rough day and just needed to be in the arms of the other person. her hair is probably soft too, it could help you feel relaxed

SUNNY doesn’t bother you guys at all, which makes it feel like you and her are the only people in this entire world sometimes. you could be relaxing with each other and suddenly you’d lose track of time.. mostly MARI

if you love her outfit then she could show you the rest of her wardrobe? she looks like she doesn’t mind sharing her clothes with you if it makes you happy!! she seems really chill and laid-back

most of the time you two would fall asleep when you cuddle. MARI is mostly the one who sleeps though with a small smile on her face, sometimes holding you in her arms maybe

she LOVES talking about literature, and wouldn’t hesitate to talk about any books she’s been reading or even poems if she does. any sort of literature, she doesn’t care. she also likes music, and would make you listen to her type of songs >:]

just because she’s more of an indoor’s person, doesn’t mean she’s still the MARI we all know and love. maybe she does indoor picnics with you, just the two of you together <3

it’s also very relaxing to listen to MARI play the piano. she would probably recreate a song she likes in piano form if it isn’t already, feeling annoyed every time she messed a single note up

in short, dates with MARI always involve indoors. it’s mostly at her place or yours, maybe sometimes even going to the library together and finding a book you both would like. although very different to the MARI we know, she’s still a sweet person that loves you!

#aubreysheadspace!~#aubreys writing!~#omori x reader #omori #emori au #emori #emori mari x reader #emori mari #omori mari #omori mari x reader

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sushisempai · 2 years

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ACOTAR Head canons and short fic/fluff prompts I would love to see. I've been messaging with my bff about this stuff for weeks and finally am just going for it. Feel free to steal but please tag me so I can read them!!

Feysand

I want to see that one menstrual cycle they had after they started trying to get pregnant because we know it was about 9 months between ACOFAS and ACOSF and I love that Rhys had already worked out permission to be a mother hen but now there was even more pressure on it.

I would love to see more of the stuff we didn't get to see about the pregnancy because we (the readers) were with Nesta, the baby kicking, Feyre being emotional. You know Nuala and Cerridwen knew before anyone else. Did they dote? Were they sneaking her treats? What was the story with Rhys's old sweater? How did the conversation with Elain go when she figures it out?

I really want to see more of the art studio and what it was like while she was pregnant. Did the kids say things? Ask to paint her belly? What was all that like with Ressina? Does Ressina become friends with Rhys? Does Feyre go back to teaching with her baby strapped to her chest? Does Ressina help with Nyx? Do the kids? Do the families of the kids start to get comfortable around Rhys?

I feel like it’s basically canon that Rhys is bi. My Mom is bi and she likes to point out girls with nice racks to my dad just to make him, and their daughters tbh, uncomfortable but he does it back. Family inside joke lol. I totally picture this for Feysand. As Rhys is like always trying to get another male in their bed, I also can see Feyre turning this on him like “He’s nice, what about him?”

Nessian

Cassian would want all the kids and be like a *devoted* dad and despite her attitude I think Nesta would be an awesome mom. Cassian wants a huge family but Nesta will put a limit on it, so like that conversation in itself would be fun to see. I'm also thinking about how long lived they are, so Cassian will be like, "if there aren't at least 3 at a time it won't be enough chaos." Besides you know the house will be in on it. Forget childproofing.

Use this or don’t but basically my head canon is, I decided that Cassian and Nesta have the same spread of kids as the Carpenters in Dresden files. Oldest to youngest girl, boy, boy, girl, girl, girl, boy. I like this spread for them because I just love the idea of them having a big family.

Nessian Family stuff that is extra and emotional

I could also see Cassian just bringing home orphans, once they're established, like he hasn't felt competent to do so before but once he and Nesta are established he would be like "What's one more? Especially if you don't have to carry it!" "He's ready potty trained and the house will help!"

Up until now we haven't heard anything about the women who come to the library having kids. What if that is something Nesta and Cassian change?

If it helps you understand why this Nessian part went off the rails, I do trauma work with kids and teens and that has included a fair number of foster kids. So I think at a certain point this head canon got personal for me, so keep that in mind if you are like “Why does this crazy lady have so many specifics about bringing home kids.” But we also see how freaking relevent this is the Az and Cass! So I really feel this head canon.

I can completely picture Valkery training with adopted and traumatized teens, a baby strapped to Nesta's front as she teaches, a toddler on Cassian's shoulder as he teaches, Emorie tossing a kid to work her arms. Feyre and Nyx even joining sometimes.

Kids in general

I know a lot of people like the idea of Az as a Dad and I could get behind that (so please don’t blast me I enjoy those fics too!) But I can see Az being totally fine without kids. I can see him really enjoying hanging out with the madness of Cassian and Nesta's brood, or hanging with Rhys and Feyre and Nyx, and then enjoying some peace and quiet as well. Not everyone wants kids and there is no reason why he wouldn’t be an awesome and devoted uncle. I would love seeing his special relationships with all the kids.

At what age are the kids old enough to participate in the snowball fight and how does that work? I can’t imagine them telling the kids “no girls.” That is maddness. Not from our fae feminist bat boys! But especially if they all had different numbers of kids or Az didn’t have his own they would want to split everyone up and be fair! Though Az is of course super competative. I could see him calling dibs on older adopted kids or sweet talking some of Cassiens boys. He would sweet talk all the kids into being on his team, except Nyx who'd be stupid loyal. And I'm just gonna go with Cassian's daughters in specific would be always on his team because I love the idea of Cass having like 4 daddy’s girls.

Crackship Elain/Ruhn (hear me out) Cresent City crossover

There are a lot of possible ships out there that go against established mating bonds and it has been established that there is now ownership or inherent “right” to a person just because of the bond. Right?

Ok, if we're gonna undo mating bonds to troll the fandom, and the books are crossing over anyways, then my ideal crackship would be Ruhn and Elain. Have Elain come over to Cresent City to get a break from the maddness at home only to find new and different maddness!

It would be all of the precious cinnamon roll anyone can handle it any given time. They would take care of eachother, dote on eachother.

She would look at all of his tattoos and scars and talk about how beautiful they were. And he would just tell her over and over again how sexy she is without making her self conscious or objectified.

Right now she's like a toy the boys are fighting over. Ruhn would make her feel seen. And she would make him feel whole and special and valid.

Declan and Fynn would also dote on her!

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