#rufus buckman

[otisbdriftwood]

happy 160th maniacs day!!! commission for me & @captainspaulding from the spectacular @kmpslashposter ♥️

#KMP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FRIEND #EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS NOW !!!!!! #2001 maniacs #mayor buckman #harper alexander #rufus buckman #robert englund #giuseppe andrews #art #commission

[slashingdisneypasta]

Incorrect Quote x2

Chucky: *Rushes inside and slams the door behind him; Out of breath, hair everywhere, and panicked.* ... *Notices the twins in the room* ... k. So, kids, who wants to make 5 bucks right now?

Glenn: How??

Chucky: I need someone to take the fall for me.

Tiffany, somewhere else in the house, discovering the thing that Chucky needs someone to take the fall for: ... OH FUCKING GOD-

Glenn, eyes popping open wider: My god- what did you do!??

Chucky: I cant tell you. No questions right now. Just- Yes or no?

Tiffany: CHUCKYYYY-

Glenda: ... make it ten.

Tiffany: COME OUT-

Chucky: Ah!, my little girl. Sweetie, I knew it'd be you. *Grabs her and hoists her out the door* HEY TIFF! I got 'em honey!! The culprit!! It was Glenda!! Not me-

~

Buckman: *Rushes inside, slams the door behind him, locks it, and leans back on it; Breathing heavy* ... *Notices Lester, Rufus and Hucklebilly in the room* ... Okay. So- who wants to make 5 dollars?!

Rufus: ... How?

Buckman: I need someone to take the fall for me.

Boone, somewhere else in the house, discovering the thing that Buckman needs someone to take the fall for: ... OH MY- WHAT THE FUCK-

Lester, eyes popping open wider: Hell, daddy- what'd you do??!

Buckman: I cant tell you. This is a yes or no proposition. No questions asked.

Boone: GEORGE. GET OUT HERE-

Hucklebilly: ... make it ten.

Boone: You're DEAD when I find you-

Buckman, thinking oh thank god: You're a good son. *Grabs Huckelbilly and drags him out the room* HONEY! I got 'em honey!! The culprit!! It was your son!! Don't worry-

#THEY BOTH WORK SO WELL. I COULDNT PICK XD #Incorrect Quote #Incorrect Quotes #IQs #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Tiffany Valentine #Glenda Valentine Ray #Glenn Valentine Ray #Slashers #Slashers Incorrect Quote #Slashers Incorrect Quotes #Horror Villains #Horror Villains Incorrect Quote #Horror Villains Incorrect Quotes #Mayor Buckman #Granny Boone #Hucklebilly Boone #Lester Buckman #Rufus Buckman

[captainspaulding]

Do the tags on your pinned post stand for specific things?

yes.

ill just use this as an excuse to make a list of my tags so i can check if i ever forget:

everybody loves a clown -> funny me posts

blood brothers -> me and jack aes/funny posts

hell doesn't want us -> corpses/rejects aesthetic tag

guts and glory -> maniacs aesthetic tag

born feral -> tcm aesthetic tag

designer heart -> repo aesthetic tag

needles and pins -> spaulding x otis

you were born to be my gallows -> buckman and his sons. specifically harper and rufus

glamor and cruelty -> pavi x luigi largo

we belong dead -> chucky x tiffany

as for the numbers those are just various catch all general aesthetic tags. xxx you can probably figure out. x is my faves/my aesthetic sorta. ☆ is me. ♡ is jack. and ☆♡ is me and jack.

i also have other tags that arent pinned so ill just list the ones off the top of my head:

meaner than a junkyard dog -> otis driftwood

angel baby -> baby firefly obviously.

voodoo dolly -> tiffany valentine

brother bomb -> luigi largo

eyecandy -> pavi largo

miss narcissist -> amber sweet

lacrymosa -> blind mag

dope hat -> jervis tetch

fear inoculum -> jonathan crane

oleander -> jonathan x jervis

burning memory -> twf aes

just friends -> jack x felix

I am a victim of the science age -> atomic/space age aesthetic

devil -> funny jack posts

or you're a dog and I'm your man. -> dog stuff for jack

700 club -> religious imagery

honeysuckle blues -> homesick tag

#these are all i can think of off the top of my head. ill add more when i remember more just for my own reference lol #so yeah if you ever wondered what my tags meant here i guess. #mine

[tinalbion]

Can you do a Mayor Buckman scenario or headcanons of what would happen if he were to meet his S/O after finding her locked in the trunk of a car of some soon to be victims driving through Pleasant Valley? He notices the car's tail lights have been kicked out and an arm is sticking out and weakly moving. She is dehydrated and on the brink of heat stroke from the Southern Georgia sun, but still alive. So Buckman saves her while the visitors are distracted?

This is honestly such a great idea, oh man, imagine how he would react to something as crazy as that?! Never in his day would he expect this. Let’s just right into it!

No Time To Die

The town had greeted their new guests for their ‘Guts ‘n Glory Jubilee’ this year in the sweltering Georgia heat, Buckman was already getting a good feeling about this year since not one car, but three cars filled with lost college kids stumble on their little town. Pleasant Valley would be eating great this year, the thought of their carcasses hung in the butcher window, being prepared for the barbeque. It brought a wicked smile to Buckman’s face as he stood there and thought of it. He was brought back when one of the male students had asked him about the facilities, to which he prattled off some excuse for them, then he beckoned to the girls of the town, who all gathered on the stairs and flaunted all that they had to the willing group, which once they had seen the look in their eyes. They knew the kids were sold on staying.

Everyone had gathered around and excited to have guests of honor for their yearly celebration, their mouths already watering at the thought of the taste. Granny Boone was already preparing refreshments and finger foods for their guests while the mayor was doing all the sweet-talking, making sure that they wouldn’t up and change their minds. A few other townsfolk gathered around their small group; a spunky short-haired blonde girl who went by Miss Peaches, two girls who could have been supermodels that were clinging to each other, and a young feisty child that went by Hucklebilly, had all gotten in closer to their mayor and stared up at the group of young adults. Then there had been a properly dressed young man who walked up to Buckman’s side, standing straight and gazing at all of the delicious options he had before him. 

“Harper, my boy,” Buckman placed his arm around the young man’s shoulder and patted him, “please show our guests the best accommodations and make sure they feel...welcomed,” Buckman gave him that knowing smirk and allowed the man to guide a few of the ladies inside while their other friends followed, though one hesitated before walking in. 

The town was anxious to get the festivities started now that they all agreed to stay, but Buckman knew that it was a process and it would take a bit of time to fully convince them all to let their guards down. He was walking around their cars and surveying the makes and models until he noticed that the bumper of one of them had been significantly damaged. The taillights had been busted out and one of the lights had actually been dangling from it, then his eye noticed the slight movement from the trunk door. There it was; a hand. Fingers wiggled slowly and weakly, but they were moving, they belonged to someone locked in the trunk. 

This was a new thing for Buckman to witness but he was also very curious about how this would play out, so he beckoned over his eldest son, Rufus, to assist him with opening the trunk. The taller man quickly grabbed a metal pipe and jammed it into the crevice of the trunk, away from the hand that popped out, and sprang the trunk open. 

That was when he saw you, a glorified hot mess, panting from the heat that was trapped in there with you. You couldn’t even move your hand from its spot, the bones and muscles so sore and in so much pain that it would hurt less to just remain still. Your tongue was so dry, your throat felt as if it were on fire, you couldn’t remember what happened or how you got to this point. You did your best to open up your eyes to see what was going on, but the heat was just too unbearable for you to even give a damn right now. 

Buckman looked down at you and you barely stirred as you were freed from the extreme heat that was contained in the trunk, that was a bad sign for sure. You looked so beautiful despite the absolute shit you had already obviously been through. Your skin was bruised and blood had been smeared on your face, he couldn’t even tell if it was yours or someone else’s, but it was so dried and stuck to your skin that it flaked off when he ran his thumb across it. 

“Damn,” he muttered and looked around, his eyes landing on Rufus. “Make sure those kids are occupied enough, don’t let ‘em leave,” he warned as he lowered the trunk to avoid suspicion. 

Rufus agreed obediently and took off toward the main guest house, where he greeted Granny Boone in the doorway and quietly explained the situation. Her face rose up and stared at him with a horrified expression, but Buckman waved his hand as a dismissal, so she took the sign and went inside with Rufus. Buckman would have to take care of this himself.

He peered down at you and shook his head, his mind reeling with what the hell kind of people he would be dealing with, though they were insignificant Yankees that he and his townfolk would pick off one by one. You, on the other hand, were a special case in this situation, and he never figured he would be the one saving a life instead of ending one. With ease, he scooped you into his arms despite how heavy you should have been with your body being dead weight, your head cradled against his chest as he quickly made his way toward the old chapel where he and his family would hold meetings. It would be the safest place for you to be while the college kids focused on everything else but their obvious lack of religion, so he figured he would store you in the loft where there would be privacy. 

Buckman carried you up the ladder and brought you ice-cold water, and once it hit your lips, your body came to life and you greedily sucked at the rim of the glass, sipping at the refreshing liquid. You had been so thirsty, you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a drink was. 

When you were pulled a bit out of your stupor, you looked up at the strange man with a confederate eye patch, but you didn’t scream or try to claw your way out of there. He was your savior, he wanted you to live. Why? When you tried to speak, you coughed and could barely breathe as you tried to regain yourself.

“Calm down,” Buckman warned and placed a hand on your shoulder, “just drink and relax. You’re safe right now, just stay here and those little Yank bastards won’t find you, you hear me?”

His southern accent was rather calming even though you had no idea who this stranger was, but he was saving you and you had no words to say to him as the tears easily flooded your eyes. You mouthed out a ‘thank you’ as you gulped more of the water down, finally content with the amount you had. Once you rested your head back down onto the plush pillow that was placed under you, you looked up at the man again and smiled weakly.

“Thank you,” you said in a breathy tone, “you saved me. He was gonna kill me, and-” You felt another coughing fit come up, but you stopped yourself in time and took a few deep breaths. “I’m Y/N,” you huffed out, “I just...thank you.”

Buckman smirked and placed a damp cloth onto your head, doing his best to keep your body as cool as he could without sending you into shock. “A pleasure it is, Y/N,” he replied and patted the cloth all around your face. “The name is Buckman, I’m the mayor of this pleasant little town, and it just so happens that your captors came to the right place.”

He left off on that thought as he got to his feet and looked down at you. “Now I need to make an appearance in town, make sure those kids are nice an’ occupied, just keep here and I’ll pop in ta make sure you’re well and taken care of. Granny Boone will fix ya somethin’ up nice and good, get some food in yer system.”

You wanted him to stay, your nerves eating away at you, scared to be left alone. Your hand immediately shot out and gripped at his pants leg, your hand was shaking. “Please, don’t leave me,” you begged quietly, “what if they find me?”

He chuckled and knelt down to meet your gaze. “Don’t worry you pretty little thing, they won’t. I got you nice and hidden, no way they’ll find ya. Only ones who know about you here are the people I trust the most. You can count on us to take care of ya, I give you my word as mayor of Pleasant Valley,” he assured you as he placed his hand over his heart. “Now don’t you worry, I’ll be back right quick with some good ol’ home-cookin’.”

He left it at that and left you alone with your thoughts, the adrenaline drained from your system as you lay there in an excruciating amount of pain. But you wouldn’t be feeling much of anything if this random stranger hadn’t intervened. He promised to keep you safe yet asked for nothing in return, but that didn’t matter right now. You were alive and allowed to live another day.

#tinalbion writings #slasher request #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #mayor buckman #mayor buckman x reader #mayor buckman imagine #mayor buckman headcanon #2001 maniacs #george w buckman

[smartvulpix]

You had scream muses? who else have you had?

OOF. you just mean horror muses because I’ve had SEVERAL over the years on different sites. Sometimes just because people needed that particular character for a bit part thing, lmao

Scream- Debbie Salt - Sheriff Dwight Riley- Stu Macher

Friday the 13th- Pamela Voorhees

Child’s Play - Chucky- Tiffany- Glen & Glenda

Halloween - Laurie Strode- Dr. Loomis

Until Dawn- Matt- Jess- Ashley- Josh- Hannah & Beth- Dr. Hill

IT (1990) - Beverly- Richie- Belch- Pennywise

Texas Chainsaw Massacre- Nubbins- Choptop

House of 1000 Corpses- Baby Firefly- Tiny - Dr. Satan

2001 Maniacs (2005) - Mayor Buckman- Anderson Lee- Rufus- Alexander Harper- Lester- Hucklebilly- Peaches- Granny Boone- Ricky

Nightmare on Elm Street- Nancy Thompson- Jesse Walsh- Freddy Krueger- New Nightmare Demon

Nightmare (2010 Remake)- Nancy Holbrook- Quentin Smith

#long post #horror muses #I'd love to bring some of them back tbh #horror movies

[peabodyinstitutearchives]

A portion of a map of Peabody created in 1931. The map was created by Osborn Palmer, Engineer who was charged with doing a survey of Peabody.

The map was gridded, to allow the engineer to create further maps of each gridded area.

Civil Engineer, Osborne Palmer, lived at 171 Lowell Street and had his own firm, which was located at 15 Wallis Street in Peabody.

Streets include:

Coolidge Avenue Matrinack Avenue Woodland Avenue Emerson Avenue Rockdale Avenue Lynn Street Bay State Street Beacon Boulevard Columbia Boulevard Aberdeen Avenue

Property & Landmarks: None

Gentlemen Driveing Club Charles Brett William Balkus Michael J. Martin William LaBell Robert H. Higgins Amanda Vallencourt Frederick Savage Katherine Menici Mary A. Steward Roy C. Bagley James M. Sparks Rhoda H. Durgin George Bazley Louis G. Bunker Gardner McNair James J. Wood Jesse M. Porter Stella Mooka Louis G. Banker Forest C. Small William A. Welch Mike Mooka Altie M. Edmanson Joseph Corriveau Ezilda M. Jacques Mary J. Sweeney Edward Reed Louis G. Banker Marjorie L. Quinlan Francis Coakley Jane Boylan Gertrude A. Brown Mary E. Knight, et. als. Peter H. Feighery John F. Court Walter T. Jackson Amelia Patterson Robert T. Patterson David P. Dowdell John H. Welch Florence Richards August Martinack Louis H. Banker Robert B. Chalmers Samuel Marron Edward J. Preston Euphenie Langlais Louis F. Stanley Leslie W. Evans Helen L. Timson Adelaide Mansell William C. Whittridge Uriah W. Moulton Fred & Cora Leavitt Saint Anne's Church Mary E. O'Connell W. Louis Birmingham Rufus Condon Ernest Condon John L. Southwick Mertina Guertin Emma Alm William Buckman James T.B. Duffy Doris Knowlton Herbert Higgins Ada Vallier William H. Jacques Mabel G. Thibedeau Sylvia Labrie Louise L. Eichel John L. Southwick Mary G. Richards Marjorie P. Small Addie M. Furness Edmund Warren, et. als. Trust Louise L. Eichel Judith Smith Louis Germain John E. Pepper Annie G. Rich Raply B. Goodwin George E. Webster Bella E. Fairbanks Francis Meagher Mary Pyne Josephine Barron Selma Lagerstrom Eva G. Nash Emma C. nach Paul M. Cuenin Anthony Sacovitch Emma D. Perkins George Coleman Jennie Pyburn George F. Stoddard John F. Fitzgibbons Frank E. Wilson Peabody Co-Op Bank Homer M. Cochaine Thomas P. Towey Annie M. Wade Annie Clark Edmund Warren, et. als. Trs. Wildred Pepper Margaret F. Harrigan Rhoda H. Durgin Herbert Skerry Margaret G. McKeough Maude L. Towey Lohta Brown Edgar H. Fogg Herbert C. Cole Herbert Power George H. Dawe Mary E. Larrabee

#Map #waybackwednesday #way back wednesday #Peabody #Peabody MA #Peabody Institute #Peabody Institute Library #Local History #Local History Resource Center #Street #Streets #Property #Survey

[otisbdriftwood]

heartwarming: the murderer cannibal dead boys from the antebellum period have just discovered skinny puppy and ethel cain

#harper alexander #rufus buckman #i shoulda drew mr mayor too complete the set (dont care enough to draw lester) #2001 maniacs #giuseppe andrews #maniacs #my art

[otisbdriftwood]

only 2001 to go!

#could you tell i want them badly? #2001 maniacs #mayor buckman #george buckman #rufus buckman #<- first post to be EVER tagged as rufus buckman #robert englund #my art

[slashingdisneypasta]

Okay so, you know how (According to the gravestones) Hucklebilly's last name is Boone while Lester and Rufus' is (Assumedly) Buckman? This suggests that Boone and Buckman were not original married and did not have kids together (They probably had other spouses, who may have died before the massacre, and then grown close to each other afterwards since they're both batshit crazy), but now since B&B have something public going on... they probably have a kind of blended family?

Well. You just know that if Huck did something embarrassing Buckman would just be like 'ah- that ones not mine' and promptly leave.

He's already so close to disowning the sons he raised. Don't test him.

#2001 Maniacs #Granny Boone #Mayor Buckman #Lester Buckman #Rufus Buckman #Hucklebilly Boone

[slashingdisneypasta]

Thank you for answering my ask! Yeah, I can see Buckman brushing Boone's bi-ness off as 'just a crazy thing she does'. And hey, if she can get her rocks off without his help, that's good for him XD

You said you have many thoughts on this relationship though? Would you be willing to share more? :)

Buckman, after being asked how he feels about Boone sleeping with women, looking weathered and tired: ... look, son, just between us; that woman has god the sexual appetite of a black widow spider and if those fillies keep her away from me, I can live with it.

Huck: ... Sir I did not need to know that about my momma-

Okay so most of my thoughts are things you probably already read on here XD But I would loveee to talks about them more XD Thank you! Here we go-

So I think that they were both married before and nowadays they're a very blended family together; Hucklebilly comes from Boone's past husband (Considering his name on his gravestone is Boone, not Buckman) and both Rufus and Lester come from Buckman's former wife.

In my head, Boone's husband died in a bar fight longgg before the massacre- he was a bit of a drunk (Though so was she, so that didn't bother her) and one night he just... picked on someone a little out of his league. Boone was devastated, but she never lets people see shit like that (Yeah, I think this woman was pretty hard-headed and nuts way before the massacre XD) so most people have pretty much forgotten about him. If asked whether Boone was ever married, they'll go uhh... no...?... i mean i dont think so??... like something is nagging at the back of their minds but they cant quite catch it. She remembers him though ^^ And honestly she prefers it like that- she has his ashes in her home and he's her little secret. He's hers. (In my head his name is Derek XD Inconsequential note, I know, but whatever- )

And Buckman's wife was this younger woman (About a decade age difference) who's father basically pushed her towards Buckman, pushed her to 'get' him (Make him fall for her, make him ask her for her hand) because he was distinguished and about to be mayor. This isn't to say though that they did not end up loving each other though ^^ They were pretty happy for a while- but she got sick, it was quick, and then she was gone. Buckman visits her grave every month; talks to her grave about what their dumbass sons have been up to and leaves flowers ^^

They both loved their spouses- but they couldn't deny that they fit kinda perfectly, too XD They had been friends for forever before, they got closer after 'death', and then one day Boone got very blunt with Buckman ('George stop being a ninny and kiss me' or something XD) and he was like 'Well if you put it THAT way~' and the rest is history XD

They haven't literally remarried to eachother- but they are pretty much married XD Just not formally, on paper.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Harper Alexander x Fem!Reader || Oneshot, [Part 3]

Title: The Fake Love Of My Life [PART 3]

Notes:

The next part will be the finale! I am also planning an epilogue, though, with the wedding night. Loving smut, ya know? So it wont be the total end- just the crown.

Plot: You sign yourself up to help organise the town’s annual firelight festival, and Harper seems to be dedicated to helping you. And, generally, just being around- you.

Warnings: Mention of Jezebell and that whole mess, swearing, heavy make out.

“So we’ll need a few helpers to get this thing on its legs- any volunteers?” I look up from my book, tucking some hair behind my ear as I take a poll of the folks in the hall raising their arms, seeing nobody respond to the Mayor’s call to duty. He looks, too, before giving a great sigh. “No worker bees? Come on- I will personally keep y’all in pastries while it’s gettin’ done.”

Pastries? My attention is truly peaked, then; Slamming my book shut in my lap and straightening my back. Harper, who’s sitting beside me looking bored out of his mind with his arms crossed and his body slightly slumped in his folding chair, catches the tiny change in my body language and rolls his eyes. Like, of course.

I flash him a look that clearly reads be quiet, before pointedly raising my hand. Shut up Harper.

I hear him scoff.

“Ah! Y/N!- Thank you! Gettin’ the ball rolling. So there, that’s one- but I don’t think this festival can get done by just one person, now. Anyone else feelin’ any community spirit? This is a wonderful tradition, and I’m sure you’d all be disappointed if it flopped… Come on now, people. Danishes, donuts, teacakes- Thomas, I know you have a soft spot for croissants, don’t you avoid eye contact with me-… “

As Buckman continues to try and enthuse an unresponsive town hall worth of people - unresponsive because this meeting has been going on for three hours, and not necessarily because everyone is acutely against lending a helping hand, -, Harper turns in his seat and sets me with one of his raised eyebrow, set jaw, curious, you aren’t serious? kind of looks. “… You’re gonna help put together the firelight festival?” He asks, rather sarcastically, in a quiet voice. I nod.

“I am.”

“Uhuh… “At that, I turn properly around to face him, and raise both my brows.

“What?” Why does he make an ‘Uhuh’, sound like that? All disbelieving and curt. Raising a brow, I prompt him. “Don’t you think I can do it?”

“I do have my doubts, to be honest.” My jaw drops, and he rushes to add. “I mean- you do know that a job like that is gonna involve a lotta, you know… bein’ outta your house? Talkin' to people?” At that, I close my mouth. I look down… hm. As I’m thinking, because truthfully the full extent of these things did not occur to me when I raised my hand - seeing as I was bribed…, -, Harper looks back to the front of the hall again, smirking. “And, generally, acting like a human being, and not a… cave creature… “He mutters under his breath, loudly enough for me to hear.

At which point, I promptly take my book to his shoulder. “Bastard.”

~

Once the meeting is finally over, and I’ve finished my book, I’m almost the very first person to jump from my seat - I was just barely beaten, by Boone. She rushed out the doors faster than I would’ve believed possible for a professional foot racer, - , and struggle against the crowd as they all move toward for the exit and I head straight for Buckman.

Because Harper is right. I’m a hermit, basically. There is nothing that makes me think I can be apart of a group - a very small group, comprising of just myself, Rufus, Lester, Hucklebilly, the mayor and Miss Peaches. Buckman tried to get Boone on board, but she outright ignored his existence in front of everyone until he gave up, - to put together a festival! I barely participate, in our festivals! I go, I say hello to Miss Peaches, Harper and I hold hands, I drink some punch and I leave. And generally, that all only takes about half an hour- it used to be just 15 minutes, before I started to actually like holding Harper’s hand. Or, he started clenching down so I couldn’t leave, and I was forced to start liking it.

But either way you swing it, I haven’t been to a town event that the doors haven’t been locked at - meaning town meetings,- for more than an hour since I was a kid, and I had to.

I’m just not a social person, and no number of baked treats will change that!

It takes a bit of work, but I manage to get to the front of the room where the mayor is packing up before he manages to get away himself. Letting out a relieved huff, I waive to get his attention. “Sir! I wanted to talk to you about me volunteering for the firelight festival- “

“Ah, yes! I gotta admit, I was surprised you raised your hand Y/N, but I sure am glad you did!” Oh boy. Buckman stops fiddling with the notes he has rested on the lectern and leans his forearms on it instead, giving me an encouraging smile. Fuck. Don’t back out now Y/N- this is all manipulation. You don’t want to do this. No baked goods or kindness will stop you! No way! “We need all the help we can get, and you’ve got a good head on your shoulders- I’m sure you’ll be a lotta help to us!”

Oof- okay-“Actually, I was wondering if you wouldn’t let me… back out… “

At that, Buckman stops moving. He may even stop breathing. Is he paler then usual suddenly?

Why am I suddenly cold?

How does he do this? Holy hell.

Then he’s gathering up his stuff quickly, tucking notes under his arm, grabbing his coat, and moving rapidly towards the door. What-My eyes widen, and I go to follow him, but Harper suddenly appears next to me and puts a hand on my arm, to stop me. I look at him helplessly, and he just shakes his head. “Oh- would you look at that clock. We really ran over time, didn’t we? I’m an old man Y/N, and we passed my bedtime a while ago, so I have to be off! See you tomorrow!”

“Sir! - “

“Bright and early! In the town square!”

“I don’t want! - “

“Bring your thinking cap!”

“No! - “He’s at the door now, and basically closes it behind him, except for a crack.

“I’ll bring the pastries! Goodnight!”

I open my mouth to call back again, but the door slams shut - which is over kill, seeing as Harper and I still have to go out of it ourselves, - … and also, he’s got me, there. I’m weak to the thought of pastries.

Sighing, I pout. I should really work on that. It’s a weakness I clearly can’t afford if this situation is any kind of indicator.

Crossing my arms, I twist around to gaze grumpily, up at Harper. “… You should’ve stopped me.”

“Right, and then I’ll go take down the Great Wall of China with your sewing kit. I’ll return for our picnic lunch tomorrow, too. Just excuse me if I’m 10 or so minutes late, okay?” Huffing, I turn away from him again and start shuffling off to the door. In his next words, I can hear the smile in his voice as he follows after me. “Or- maybe I should just cure you of your cave creature state. That could come in far more handy, don’t you think?”

“Well hey, if you could do that, why didn’t you say that, you jerk!?” I shoot back, rolling my eyes as I envision slamming the door in his smug face, but instead hold it open for him and flash a glare as he passes by- carrying both our coats that he must’ve gotten off the hooks for us.

Smirking back, he hands me my coat, which I quickly pull on and wrap warmly around myself. “Hm, but then I wouldn’t have a good excuse to leave things early myself.”

“So I’m just scape goat, to you then?”

“Exactly.” He replies, ruthlessly.

“Damn, well now I think our relationship must all be a sham!”

Harper is silently laughing as he walk off into the night, towards our homes.

~

“Alright! So tomorrow’s the big day. All your hard worked-on decorations are over there in boxes- now we gotta put ‘em up! Let’s go, team.” A round of half-enthusiastic applause follows Buckman's brief speech, as he steps out of the way for me to announce jobs for the day. Why I got the clipboard job in the first place, I don't know. I didn't volunteer for it, but as I've come to learn through these weeks- the mayor is a manipulative dick. And somewhere between a blueberry muffin, and a cranberry Danish, I found myself saying yeah, okay, sounds good.

When it really wasn't good!!

"O-okay," Tucking some hair behind my ear, I try not to really realise, how focused the group is on me right now. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to my notes. "Rufus and Lester- uh, can you please put up the banner? I think Peaches has a good idea for where to put it so just listen to her, and the ladders are in the sheds so you'll probably need to get those. Also, Hucklebilly, I'd like to set up the May Pole, please? Peaches also knows where that's supposed to go. A-Actually, notice for everyone- when in doubt, g-geographically... just go to her. Buckman, I've got you down for the whole food section- so can you please set that up? And, uh... yeah, that's all. I'm on... candles... Oh! Oh yeah, and, when all that's done we still have to set up the bon fire together so don't run off."

My cheeks are so unbelievably hot when I finally look up from my notes, my arms both going awkwardly to my sides. Before everyone can disperse, though, I find Harper in the group as well? and confusion swells in my mind when he raises his hand? Unsure, really, what to do- I nod to him. "What'd you like me to do, sweetheart?"

... huh?

"You're not... Harper, you didn't volunteer?"

From the position I have, a little higher up a hill so that I can see everyone, I can see him shrug, a laid back smile on his face as his hands go to his pockets. "Well I'm volunteerin' now. Surely, you got a job fer me?" A flicker of mischief flashes in his eyes and his brows lift up; A mock of sincere. "For your fiancé?"

My own eyes narrow a bit, emboldened by Harper's endeavour to bother me. Organising social events may not be my thing- but fighting with Harper- THAT, I can do. "I would have a job 'for my fiancé', if my fiancé had volunteered!"

Lester and Hucklebilly make 'Oooh' sounds that I try to ignore but nevertheless makes me roll my eyes while Harper sends them a shut up, kind of look. The don't. "Well, what're you gonna be doin'?" He asks, turning back to me.

"I'm lugging that wheelbarrow around, setting out the candles." I say, glancing at the wheelbarrow in question. Peaches and I slaved away making those as we planned how everything was going to look and the boys made the banner and streamers, and the Mayor did little more then flit room to room 'encouraging' us all. There's no way I'm letting anyone else just haphazardly fling them around the place- I have a goddamn vision.

"Well, why don't I help you with that? I can push the barrow for you."

I open my mouth to outright refuse, because he's being annoying and I refuse to let him get his way- ever. Or at least, very rarely. But Rufus speaks up before I can say anything.

"Aw, come on Y/N, the boy just wants to spend time with his sweetheart!" The word comes out loud an obnoxious from him, making Harper roll his eyes up towards heaven as Buckman laughs.

"Boy's obviously lovesick."

"It’s practically written all over his face!" Peaches titters as well, smirking sharply.

My shoulders drop. Ughhhhhhhhh- "Fine... You can push the wheelbarrow... " I give in, folding my notes up again and stashing them away in the compartments of my skirts, turning and heading for the wheelbarrow. "But don't try to get in my way, Peaches and I have already figured out where they all go, alright?" Harper catches up to me quickly, smug and pleased with getting his way. I flash him a scrunched-up nose look. "Alright- get to work everyone! The festival opens in 21 hours!

Rufus gives me a salute, and nods as he and Lester go off towards the sheds together, shoving eachother. Buckman sighs and rolls his eyes at them, going the opposite direction, towards the tavern, and Miss Peaches gestures for Hucklebilly to follow her off in the way of the boxes of decorations.

Gathering up some candles from the wheelbarrow and tucking them between my arms and my chest as Harper picks up the wheelbarrow by the handles, I start us off in a circle clockwise around the town centre, setting candles down on different surfaces as we walk. I glance at Harper after just a moment. "You hate town events."

"I don't hate them... " And yet, his unenthused tone says otherwise. And he must know he's obscenely translucent, so he sets me with a new, mischievous, look. "Maybe I just wanna spend time with my sweetheart, huh?"

Rolling my eyes and sighing, I pick up two more candles from the wheelbarrow. "That excuse is losing its charm, Harp. Careful- I may start thinking you actually like being around me." Flashing him a cheeky grin of my own then, I quickly walk ahead, not sticking around for his response. Honestly, because I'm afraid of what it may be.

~

"Here, let me help you with that, wouldja?" Harper asks, appearing beside me every time throughout the day that I'm struggling with carrying stuff.

"Let me try," He requests, every time I'm worrying my lip at someone doing something wrong, and sets that thing up the way I was telling him it should to be.

"I think Y/N might be right there," He quips, setting his hands thoughtfully on his hips whenever my contention is being contended with- even when I'm wrong. Which is awkward.

All. Day. Harper has been overtly helpful to me- which has been a shock, seeing as for the past century he has been a dick. But today, its like someone hit him smack in the face with the kindness spatula. Its like before the disaster, before we all became... this. When he had something to live for- when he was living.

"Hey... " He suddenly gently nudges my arm, and my neck snaps as I look up at him, eyes wide. Did he read my thoughts?

"Hm!?"

"What're you so jumpy for? Christ- calm down. I'm gonna get us a drink, stay here."

Nodding, I watch him walk off, tilting my head to the side, in thought. I'm not complaining... but it has been a surprise. I'm not quite sure how to act back. Even before we... died... he wasn't like this to me. Other girls, girls he liked, yes. But we never had that relationship, so I cant go back to a way I was, before, because for me this is entirely new.

And I can tell that its not an act for the towns benefit, because even when we're alone he doesn't give it up. He just gives me a pert grin, says something rude - about someone ELSE! - , and then asks what's next.

Not that the new helpfulness is a bad thing! I need all the help I can get on this thing. And I like Harper, he gets me better than anyone and arguing with him is a lot easier then talking to anyone else,... and the kissing isn't bad either, honestly... so having him around, really isn't a bad thing!

I just can’t help but notice the change.

"So- " I jump at the sound of Harper's voice once again, clutching my notes to my chest and closing my eyes tightly, for moment. Before he chuckles at my reaction to him sneaking up on me, and puts a glass of in my hand. I open my eyes again and immediately brighten- Oh, I love this drink! "You noticed how Lester's disappeared again?"

"Uh," I take a quick look around, before nodding. "Yeah?... "

Harper smirks, holding his own glass close to his mouth. "Well... I noticed that Jezebel's gone, too." He takes a swig of his drink, as I make a disgusted face at what he's insinuating... and what's probably true...

"Oh- Harper! That's the last thing I want to have in my head!"

He just grins, silently laughing at my reaction as he runs a hand through his obnoxiously perfect hair, and puts his glass down on a nearby cart. "Yep. So," Checking over my shoulder at my notes, he sets his hands thoughtfully on his hips. "What's next?"

~

The rest of the group went home hours ago, when daylight turned to dusk, but I of course ended up staying back to just fix up some loose ends. Harper stayed with me- I still don’t know why he’s being like this.

I’m not complaining, but that’s exactly why its throwing me off. I’m liking it maybe a little bit too much- when I know this is all just… fake.

But also I don’t really want to face to that truth, so I avoid making him give me a real answer as to why, and just reach up and hang another lantern.

Speaking of the decorations- there has got to be at least 30 lanterns strewn up on string around the town square, and over a hundred wax candles set up on nearly every spare surface ranging from short and fat to tall and skinny- some partially used, some perfectly new, some with carvings Rufus and Lester spent some time idly etching in, some with names scratched across their bases by kids and couple in the town, some even coloured. Its going to be beautiful when they’re all lit and the festival begins, tomorrow, as long as the night isn’t too windy. But right now its just… spooky. Almost ethereal. Like you’re in some witch’s cave.

“Its gonna look amazing, tomorrow.” Harper speaks up from somewhere behind me, causing a smile to slip across my face too-easily, as I look back over my shoulder to him, and nod.

“Yeah, thank you for your help!”

He’s setting some precariously placed candles in holders to stabilise them, but at my words he stops; And turns on me with a mischievous grin on his face. “Aw- and I thought you didn’t want my help?” Immediately I roll my eyes, turning back to the candle I’m hanging; Fastening it nice and safe.

For the last time- “You didn’t volunteer!”

He shrugs. “You volunteer for something now, I might as well have, too. We’re nearly hitched, Y/N.” He says that so ‘matter-o-fact’- no longer as if he’s taunting me with it. Or talking about it as if its doomsday. Breathing deep, I give a slow nod- though he’s probably not looking.

“That’s… true… “I realise, before looking over my shoulder again, and giving him a little grin. “I’ll ask you next time before I sign up for something.”

At getting a smile back from him, butterflies erupt in my chest. “Thanks.”

For a few more minutes after that, the two of us lapse into another oddly comfortable silence again. Me, hanging the remaining lanterns wherever along the line that they could possibly fit, and him placing some of the more weirdly placed candles into random holders - everyone in town pitched in, donating odd candle holders around the house that they didn’t use anymore, -, both of us aware for once of the others presence, but not… bothered, by it.

Honestly it’s starting to feel like this is normal- the two of us, being just… the two of us. Harper and I, being alone together.

And honestly- if this is the rest of my eternity, I can live with it.

When finally the last lantern has been placed, and the last candle has been set up safely, I’m just standing back from my work, when Harper’s hand finds my back gently momentarily as a sign to stop, and I look to my side and up, to find him standing there next to me. He’s looking at the sky, and I follow his gaze to the familiarly twinkling night sky. All the beautiful stars.

A little, comfortable smile plays at my lips; They, for one thing, have been a nice constant over the years stuck here.

“Hey,” Harper captures my attention again, and I look back to his face to find him already looking at me; He nods to the ground in the middle of the festival- by what’s going to be a punch cart tomorrow. “C’mon.”

Taking my hand, he leads us over to the spot, and as he’s kneeling down, I ask him what in the world he’s doing? He just turns around and lays back on the patchy grass and the sandy dirt, rolling his shoulders to get comfortable- then pats the ground next to him without looking at me. I raise an brow, back.

“… Oh, and you think I’m going to lay down there in the dirt with you.” I realise, crossing my arms over my chest and gently shaking my head. “Cute, but fat chance. You’re going to get grass stains on your dress shirt, and I am not about to follow your lead in one of my favourite dresses.”

“Unless you think you can’t resist wrigglin’, then your dress’ll be fine. C’mon. We won’t be able t’see the stars so well tomorrow, with all the light.”

Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth for a moment, I resist. Because what if its damp? What if theirs bugs? What if I do wriggle, and I mess up my best yellow dress? But in the long run, Harper just looks so comfortable down there and I’m so tired from working all day today- and the idea of taking in the stars while we can, wins out. So, with a huff and also an oof, when my back finally touches the ground, I lay down with him and look up at the stars- they look so much further away, down here. And also, so much closer.

Its weird.

Taking a deep breath, because the air feels fresher down here close to the grass, I let it come out as more of a sigh. “.. So… “

“… So?... “Harper prompts, which really just shows how far our relationship has come. Generally, Harper isn’t really interested in anything anyone has to say. And yet… he wants me to continue.

Coming up with something to say to fill the somewhat awkwardness, of laying down next to Harper, I can’t help the little devilish grin that spreads across my mouth. “So… Is this one of your moves?” I ask, not turning to look at him quite yet.

“Moves?” Theirs amusement in his voice as he questions my wording.

“Yeah. This where you take all your girls, Harper Alexander?” Before you kill them. “Surely that old barn thing gets old.”

“Now, give me some credit here.” Listening to the smirk in his voice, I gently let my eyes fall closed. “I’m a man a’ honour- I wouldn’t take my future wife somewhere I took another lady. My ma taught me how to be a gentleman, she did.”

“Ha!” My eyes widen, and I turn my head to see him finally, chewing on my lip to keep from beaming too ruefully. “Oh- you’re serious.”

Rolling his eyes back at me and my antics, but still with that smirk on his face, Harper shoots me a playful glare. “I sure as heck am!”

Actually smiling now, with teeth and everything, I turn back to look up at the stars once again. They’re so plentiful, and gorgeous… Reaching down, I nudge Harper’s hand with mine; Linking our fingers together when he takes my hand in his, and turning my head to return my gaze to his profile. He doesn’t look back, but he does squeeze my hand a little tighter, and theirs a gentle expression on his face. “… “Finally, I let the moment go after a few seconds, and exhale. “You can be quite charming, I’ll admit.”

His grin just goes a little crooked.

But, me being me, having the relationship that I have had with Harper for as long as I have, I trace a thumb over his knuckles gently then; Realising quite well that that isn’t all he wants, or all he is- at all. It’s not at all giving him the credit he deserves. Lowering my voice to a whisper, like it’s a secret between the two of us and the two of us only, I add; “And cunning.”

At which point, he turns that pretty gaze on me; My eyes are clear- seeing him clearly. Better then anyone else has in a long time. “And annoying and headstrong, and witty, and, in a lot of ways, dangerous.” On a roll now, I roll my eyes and giggle; Unaware of just how intensely Harper is listening as I bring his hand up to my chest; Tracing his knuckles for entertainment. “Sometimes funny. Almost never an idiot, which is a nice change of pace from the men who’ve courted me in the past. Also… curious. A lot of the time I have no clue what you’re thinking- but I am getting better at figuring it out!” Screwing my face up in a cheeky way, I flash him a smirk. “One day I’ll know your every thought Mr Alexander, and there’ll be no hiding from me-” And I would’ve been able to add more, or been able to tease him for a little while longer definitely, at least, but then Harper kisses me. And everything else fades, a little bit.

He actually gets half up from the grass, and leans over me, one hand by my head and messy hair spread out against the ground - fingers splayed in between the strands of grass there, nails digging into the dirt, -, and the other clutching at my waist. Tilting my head to the side, I reciprocate the dizzying, open-mouthed kiss instantly- having gotten used to kissing him by this point. It’s a very nice bonus to the arrangement with him. He’s quite good at it.

But theirs something different, in this one. Usually, our kisses are fuelled by heat from being annoyed at each other, or finding each other attractive just a little bit, but this one is… different. More. My head goes foggy as his lips part from mine for just a second before connecting again, our tongues managing to find each other before we do. My head is foggy, so I can’t quite tell why this kiss is so different, why it feels so much better, but I do have the brain left to sense… passion.

I find that the fingers on one of my hands lose themselves in his soft hair for once just to feel how soft it is, rather then to pull it or keep him in place. And my fingers on the other hand drag at his shirt; Pulling gently at him by the side to come closer and feeling the warmth of his body underneath. All I can think as the heat builds, is fuck…

Meanwhile, Harper curls fingers around the back of my neck and the back of my waist, and helps to guide my upper body up while we refuse to disconnect from each other; So we’re both sitting up, now, exchanging saliva- Something I certainly shouldn’t be allowing in the middle of town square.

(Harper can’t bring himself to give a damn though whether anyone sees you. You’re his fiancé and he’ll kiss you whenever he damn well pleases.)

Through all this, though, we manage to keep our bodies separate. Not even the broadest part of mine presses against his- because that has to wait. It has to. Everything else in this marriage can be fake but to do that together before the wedding night, would be, somehow… a crossed line, that we couldn’t uncross.

Though, I can definitely think of a few other lines at least I have crossed since making up this arrangement with Harper. We said we wouldn’t develop feelings, but-

Abruptly, but still conscious of not surprising him too much, I end the kiss. I’m surprised at myself, but he doesn’t need to know that. When my eyes flicker up to his, I see that they’re dark and half-hooded, looking down at me like a wolf and its almost too much.

But, I manage to paste a calm smile to my face, and my hand to his chest as I push him back a little; Putting a more respectable distance between us. “… I think that’ll be enough for tonight, don’t you lover boy?” The tiniest pang hits my poor heart, when calling him that brings up the memory of Buckman calling him lovesick, earlier.

I have to remind myself that he’s not.

Just take a deep breath, Y/N. Shake the fog out of your brain. Harper’s a good kisser- not a miracle worker. You aren’t in love.

Harper gives a displeased groan, but lets me go as I asked. I immediately hop up off the ground, and brush off my dress- In an attempt at normalcy, I turn around for Harper and showing him the back of my dress. “Did I wriggle?”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’re good.”

“Ookay, thanks.” Turning back to him, patting away some more imaginary dirt, I take a deep breath, glancing up at the stars again. And there’s a scowl full of blame on my face for a second, as I look at them. What did you do?

When I look back at Harper, he’s up on his feet again, tucking his shirt back in properly- its an oddly intimate thing to watch, and makes me feel warm and cold in equal measure.

A moment of silence passes between us, only the sound of crickets filling the air and a coyote howling somewhere far away. Crossing my arms, I stand there awkwardly for a few moments as Harper looks around at the work we did, today. He’s thinking Boy, we did a good job today, I’m thinking Shit, I got love drunk off fuckhead Harper Alexander’s kiss.

Suddenly, I twist around and give Harper but a wave, as I walk off. Without looking back. “Well I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow!”

“Probably.”

At that I hesitate- but look back, and see him smirking knowingly at me- For that’s what I told him after we parted that first day we kissed, just with an alarming amount of ‘tude, that I could just never muster myself.

After a moment, I screw up my nose and stick out my tongue, back at him. “Good night and good riddance.”

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[tinalbion]

I'm new to the 2001 Maniacs thing and I was wondering if I could ask you. Is harper Alaxander one of Buckman's sons?

Harper is not one of his sons. Lester and Rufus are his kids, and I'm still wondering if Hucklebilly is still somehow related to them. He had 2 sons and a daughter, but Scarlet died before the curse was placed over Pleasant Valley.

#tinalbion speaks #emily-scytherblog25 #2001 maniacs

[tinalbion]

Imagine you're a female who works out, like seriously working out and having muscles, lifting some weight and stuff and you literally have a biceps like a bodybuilder, a back, a belly and some thighs like one of them and Buckman just loves it, the way you could break him gets him so weak, man when you're arm wrestling with Rufus and win he feels his knees buckle, he loves to see you being so strong and at the same time so soft towards him, he is madly in love with you! ❤️

#tinalbion speaks #anon speaks #mayor buckman #george w buckman #2001 maniacs #soft sunday #this some hot stuff

[tinalbion]

I'm confused Buckman's sons are Lester and Rufus right?

Yes they are!

There's also a thought that even Hucklebilly could be one of his sons as well, but for sure, Rufus and Lester are his.

#tinalbion speaks #anon ask #mayor buckman #george w buckman #2001 maniacs

[rivetgoth]

I feel like without context of my full thoughts on Harper it sounds like I weirdly woobify him when next to Pavi or Iggy because with them I’m like “they are murderers who love to kill” and with Harper I’m like “he could be a dad I guess” BUT THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT LIKE.... Idk, not that any of them are defensible because they fuckin aren’t lol but Pavi and Iggy are both murderers for the sake of murdering, the enjoyment of it or to get some kinda selfish benefit from it (for Iggy it’s the thrill and for money whereas Pavi it’s some kind of sexual thrill as well as to harvest faces) and they literally have basically no one in their lives they actually care about.

Iggy seems to have absolutely no care for anyone, not anyone we see except maybe Ogre (the character) but it’s not like he’s particularly... nice to Ogre. I get the vibe that Iggy lives alone in the woods somewhere, he doesn’t really have any friends or loved ones. Pavi has his family but it’s not like he’s mega close with them; I think he cares about them in a warped and sad way but he’s too far gone to like fully ever be able to be close to Amber or Luigi in a completely healthy way, and he “loves” his father quite a bit but in a very very sad “desperate for some sense of care or validation” way. For the most part, the majority of the population is fair game for them. Pavi has enough power and influence he can get away with it and Iggy just plain doesn’t care.

Harper differs from them both because he actually is quite loyal to Pleasant Valley, and while his morality was absolutely fucked up before he was killed, I don’t think he himself would have been a fuckin serial killer had he just lived a normal life and died a natural death and not become a ghost. He murders now to fulfill the total, at dinner he straight up asks Buckman how many more people they need to kill till he “can finally rest.” He was a closeted gay doctor in a deep Southern town in the 1800s, he’s still fucking awful for plenty of reasons but he does have genuine loyalty towards Pleasant Valley itself. The road trip montage in the beginning of the movie is proof enough of that, Harper is clearly having a great time hanging out and messing around with everyone, even characters you don’t see him interact with much in the film (like Rufus and Hucklebilly and stuff). He’s like mega close with Milk Maiden, he’s Buckman’s right hand man and I’d go as far as to say his best friend from what we see, he’s close to Scarlet, etc. He’s literally their doctor; he helps Granny give birth. He wouldn’t ever hurt any of them. So as long as a situation takes place within the people of Pleasant Valley, he’s not... “dangerous.” He’s into murder (Ogre says he gets off to it LOL) and he absolutely has found plenty of ways to make killing people fun, and he has no remorse whatsoever for murdering Northerners and all that, he’s clearly having a blast (partly because it benefits him and the more he kills the closer he gets to ending the curse and all), but Harper has this weird social bubble comprised of 2,000 people that he has no intention whatsoever of hurting and among them he’s actually quite well respected and seems to care quite a bit about them, so he stands out from Pavi and Iggy for that reason.

The Twin is sorta in a similar boat where I don’t think he would ever wanna hurt the other carnies in Hell, but he’s also... kind of totally different because I actually don’t really see the Twin as a bad person at all in all honesty, given the lore of the Devil’s Carnival I feel like the carnies are unjust victims of God and Heaven and I don’t think the Twin has cruel intentions, I think he operates under a morality entirely different from the human concept of good and evil. I don’t see the Twin as a bad guy like Ogre’s other characters, although he certainly can play the part of a trickster who causes distress, and he’s not straight up a good guy either. He’s just a lot more complex and sympathetic than “spoiled bratty face stealing murderer,” “backwoods murderer-for-hire,” or “murderous undead Southern doctor with a death kink” LMFAO.

#soft hooting