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derelictheretic · 11 months

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OC TAG GAME

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefae and @detectivelokis !! Ty 💕💕💕

Not quite sure whose done this since i've been. absent. so i'mma send tags out to @deputyash @bluemojave @adelaidedrubman @bl-beater @jollybone @clicheantagonist @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @ishwaris @megraen @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @v0idbuggy @wewillryesagain No pressure as always !!

Favourite OC

Currently I would say Lola is holding that spot, she's fun to draw and write for and I just spin her in my brain like a rotisserie chicken all day she brings me so much joy to think about. She's also my first transfem OC so she,,,,, is so special 2 me <3

My consistent faves of all time tho are my boy Damien (my half demon half vamp man), my girl Lucy (She is a unicorn shifter and I Adore she sooooo much) and ofc my creacher Dean uvu

Oldest OC

Damien!! He's from my first original story I ever made and I've had him for 7 to 8 years!! He rotates in my head forever even tho I barely talk about him 👉👈 His story has changed a few times but his design has stayed pretty consistent! He means the world to me and so does his story and one day I will bring it to life ashsjsjs

Newest OC

That would be Lola!!!! I'd been wanting another unhinged lady to play around with and felt like having a pink murder lady as well and thus Lola was born 🥺 She brings serotonin and I love playing around with her relationships with the other characters!

Meanest OC

Hmmm this is a tough one but it's probably Heather! Heather is actively mean on purpose and loves her passive aggression and tearing people down through her words. She smiles while pointing out all ur insecurities and faults and will laugh if u cry <3 bestest worstie wife ever <333

I have a few other mean OC's like Rilo (Demon lord) but he's on a much bigger scale of wanting to commit genocide against all supernatural creatures soooo he's just like evil less so just mean. Very smile in ur face while he obliterates ur very atoms kinda vibe,, hate him so <3

Softest OC

This is impossible I have too many softies,, But probably Lucy! She's a pacifist and just has the biggest heart, she's very empathetic and always wants to help people even if there is nothing she can do in a situation. She also is just very soft in nature like she has a gentle touch and soft voice and sweet eyes that will make u cry and tell her all ur problems while she holds u.

Most aloof/standoffish

I have a few of these too lol I'd say it's a tie between Michael, Silas (Eldritch horror slasher) or Pheonix (Marvel OC besties with Wade). Silas probably wins because he doesn't tolerate talking to humans in any circumstance and just seeing him tends to send people running. Silent, brooding, grumpy eldritch horror man my beloved.

Smartest OC

I have a sentient AI OC called HEXX and he has knowledge from all across the galaxy (being an AI for a spaceship he needs it lol) so I'd say that'd be him! Ask him anything and he has the answer, just don't ask him about love bc he will have his 1010th identity crisis and the ship will suffer it's 1010th failing and emergency landing :)

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Hmmm i'm gonna say my baby boy Ky bc he's my literal himbo lmao He has zero thoughts in his pretty little head!! Only loving friends and having fun!!!! Golden retriever boy only know eat hot food and love everyone!!!!! No but he genuinely is so,, so stupid,,, the one thing he can somehow do on his own is cook, baking is off limits he will burn down the kitchen......

OC's I'd be friends with irl

I have a few I think it'd get along with so I'll narrow it down to three!

Piper; We would vibe in a makeshift tree house and play video games and I'd listen to her gush over women (Faith) for hours and she'd judge my horrid taste in men <3 She'd probably also beat me in poker and steal all my money.

Fredrick; my genderfluid god would take me to so many concerts and drag me across the country to get something they bought off of eBay and I would have a blast.

My lil tech nerd Keiden; he likes coding and games, I can kind of code and like games, it just makes sense. We'd play raft and Minecraft and make epic structures and talk about what we would do different with the game mechanics.

#nervous about putting my non fandom ocs I always feel self concious talking abt them lol #but I love them and I wanna talk about them more........#misc: tag game #oc: Lola Darling #oc: Michael Sinclaire #oc: Piper Vasquez #oc: Damien Bryne #oc: Lucy Collins #oc: Fredrick Collins #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #oc: Rilo #oc: Ky Cartier

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derelictdumbass · 11 months

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Perusing my own art like a gallery and found this in the depths

#I meant to post this with that Joseph one I did but I guess i forgor #oc: Michael Sinclaire #Far Cry Tag #nadine doodles #need to draw Mike more. best big brother in all of Hope County

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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Slashers: *puts Y/N in an escape room to test their skills*

Y/n: *happily kissing the security camera when they notice it*

Slasher: *smiling the talks over the speaker* baby you have to try and escape….

Y/n: but it’s so cozy in here

Slasher: *sighs and goes to get their partner*

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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↳ SCREAM / GHOSTFACE : ↲

✭ devil in disguise

✭ still in love with you

✭ the guest room

✭ stop toying with her

✭ whispers of nature

✭ opening up

✭ what we have

✭ movie night

✭ control

✭ wounded

✭ bittersweet reunion

✭ stressful day

✭ highschool detective on the case

✭ shy hearts unveiled

↳ THE BOY / BRAHMS HEELSHIRE : ↲

✭ clingy

✭ the enigmatic of brahms heelshire

↳ HALLOWEEN / MICHAEL MYERS : ↲

✭ from behind

↳ FRIDAY THE 13TH / JASON VOORHEES : ↲

✭ time seemed to stop when I met you

↳ TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE / LEATHERFACE : ↲

✭ leave him alone

↳ HANNIBAL / HANNIBAL LECTOR : ↲

✭ humans are no different from animals

↳ JOYRIDE / RUSTY NAIL : ↲

✭ ride or die

✭ road side rescue

✭ sweet thang

↳ HOUSE OF WAX / SINCLAIR BROTHERS : ↲

✭ forgotten memories

#ghostface x reader #bramhs heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #leatherface x reader #slash fanfiction #slashers masterlist #slashers x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x oc #slashers #slashers x you #slashers fanfiction #slashers imagines #slashers imagine #sinclair brothers x reader

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leonsmommykink · 8 months

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creating oc’s are literally so fun, especially when it comes to the scenarios omfg i eat it up every time

#should i honestly make a post abt my ocs?#slasher x reader #slashers #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #bubba sawyer #vincent sinclair x reader #johnny slaughter #charlie walker #ghostface #jason voorhees #michael myers #dead by daylight

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shadowwing-warriors · 7 months

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slasher art dump :3 (Vincent, Harry, Michael and an oc)

first post i hope you enjoy my art!

#vincent sinclair #harry warden #michael myers #slashers #slasher oc #horror oc #oc #fanart #slasher art #slasher fanart

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starberriemilk · 1 year

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HELLO I COME WITH MORE LIMBUSSY DOODLES

This time I give you: Meurgreg and other stuff...

Okay so I made an AU where Meursault and Gregor have a baby because I CAN and because I hc Gregor as transmasc so it's possible!! >:OOO

I thought it'd be fitting if Gregor called his daughter Yuri because.. Well.. He had a father-daughter relationship with Yuri before.. stuff happened.. I made her look kinda simmilar to Yuri on purpose too but with colors she's just like her fatherss

Anyways Sinclair with a bomb was requested by my partner

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naughtyslashers · 9 months

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ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀꜱ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ

❈ 𝖠𝗌𝖺 𝖤𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒

❈ 𝖡𝗈 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗆𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾

❈ 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆

❈ 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌

❈ 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖱𝖹!𝖬𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌

❈ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍

❈ 𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

#slashers I write for #slashers x oc #asa emory #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #corey cunningham #dominic craven #eric draven #jesse cromeans #lester sinclair #rz!michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 months

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Thinking about Rory's parents on this wonderful Wednesday morning. Deborah Lang (fc: Carla Gugino) and Michael Sinclair (fc: hugh grant), two people from very different worlds who never should have met, much less hit it off as a couple and then have a kid.

Rory's mom is very much my own version of Miss Honey from 'Matilda'. Deborah Lang is a school teacher from Vancouver, BC with a heart of gold, who cares deeply for her students, their futures and her own daughter. She is kind and gentle and forgiving and very much the reason why Rory has the convictions she does around her moral code, but is also the reason why Rory so easily slips into the role of the lamb. Her mother was her whole world, molding herself in her mother's image, seeing her as a fighter as Debbie fought against cancer until the bitter end.

Her mother's death is really the catalyst for all things that have happened in Rory's life. If she hadn't died, Rory never would have moved to England, wouldn't have been grieving and angry about her life being upheaved, her grades wouldn't have faltered so badly that she would have needed to join the military in the first place for some sort of a future. Rory wouldn't be carrying 3/4 of the trauma that she does.

She also wouldn't have met Price.

Michael Sinclair on the other hand is the upper crust London barrister from a well-to-do family. He's more conservative in his affection, has high expectations, and also with the divorce from Debbie when Rory was 8 is thrust back into fatherhood when he becomes her legal guardian once more when she's 14. He's tossed into the deep end with a daughter he barely knows, not only is she now a moody teenager that he has no experience dealing or coping with, she's grieving and acting out, rebelling against him. Making both of their lives a living hell for 4 years until she decides to join the military because she's left herself with no other future.

And he hates it. He hates that his daughter who is clearly smart, driven, and strong is "lowering" herself to become a soldier. She could be anything, A doctor, a lawyer, and instead she's a grunt being shot at. He tries so hard to convince her not to become a soldier, that it only pushes her further towards a military career. It breaks his heart. Having to live every day worrying while she's fighting in Afghanistan that she might never come back home. He watches the news, and every report makes his heart squeeze with fear. Even as she receives medals for bravery, and furthers her rank that fear never leaves him, but it swells along with his pride for her.

#i dont know where i'm going with this but yeah...#oc stuff #skelly speaks #oc: rory sinclair #oc: deborah lang #oc: michael sinclair

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bluecoolr · 1 year

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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 1/5]

Links to Part 2 3 4 5

Warnings: the girls being teeth-rottingly sweet to newcomer, Lester being an excited rambling cutie, Bo being Bo, and jealous!Vincent

A/N: When I have all the parts ready, I'll be putting links on each post. I'm just really excited and wanted to post this. Also the title has no business being that threatening since I took it from a Byrds song...

Featuring the Sinclairs, Jason Vorhees, RZ Michael Myers and the ocs of @rottent33th (Ellie) @slaasherslut (Ava) @kalid-raven (Alia) @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy) @cries-in-latino (Red) and @angxlslasher (Merry). I hope y'all don't mind!

Sunlight woke Darrell the next morning. There was a dull pain in his neck where his backpack had been the night before. Stirring, he groaned and opened his eyes.

He was greeted by the sight of a large, dark snout. A moment of panic arrested him, until he remembered where he was. In a field. By the highway. The curious quadruped before him was not a razorback, but a cow. She chewed noisily as she inspected him.

"Down, Bessie." Darrell patted her head. She flicked her floppy ears and grazed on the grass right by him.

Darrell sat up from his makeshift bed. He used a liberal amount of water from his canteen to rinse his mouth and wash his face. Reaching deeper into his pack, he pulled out a scrupulously rationed breakfast of potato chips and a chicken sandwich.

Funny. He tried so hard to shake off the Marine in him, but here he was - acting like one again.

Well, minus the potato chips, he thought.

Bessie snuffled at the little ziploc bag, eager to have a taste. Darrell reached in, crushed a handful of chips, and fed it to her. Once he was done, he bid farewell to his new friend and straddled his bike.

"On my way now," he told his non-cattle friends through text.

Do a wheelie.

Darrell smiled involuntarily and asked Red, "Got bail money? 🤨"

Wheelie you fucking coward.

He did two on the empty highway. Just for fun.

The way to Ambrose was long and winding. Too long, he remarked, eyeing the fuel gauge. He cursed inwardly and, with the same breath, begged heaven to let him have enough to get there.

"Ack! Where's God when you need 'im?" he grumbled as his dirt bike stuttered.

He set the bike on its stand and scratched his head. No soul for miles. No help in sight. Guess he was going to have to push his defeated steed along. He went on for about thirty minutes or so, with the punishing Louisiana sun and the 40-ish pounds on his back bearing down on him.

Panting now, he turned from the Interstate to the byroad Ellie had told him to take. Trees hedged him from either side. The ground was a mixture of silt and dust. It made his throat scratchy.

Darrell became aware of an approaching vehicle from the thrum of an engine and the clatter of tools behind him.

"You need a hand, man?" asked the driver as he let his truck go idle.

Darrell looked through the open driver's side window and regarded the stranger politely. He was grimy and slightly flushed, no doubt from the exertion of a day's early work.

Darrell cleared his throat. "No... I need gas, actually."

The stranger cracked a pleased smile. "Well it's your lucky day! I got some gas right here."

He giddily rummaged about in the cab and retrieved a beat up looking gallon jug. The stranger stepped out and wordlessly urged Darrell to bring his bike forward.

"Please, if it ain't too much. I just need enough to get to Ambrose."

For a moment, the stranger, almost miserly, held back the jug. "Why're ya goin' to Ambrose?" he asked, face cloudy with suspicion.

"Visitin' some friends. M'overdue, s'matter o' fact. Was supposed to get there last night."

Realization twinkled dimly in the stranger's brown eyes. "Say… ya name ain't Darrell by any chance, is it?"

"Yessir, it is."

The stranger eased and flashed him a toothy grin. "Now, ain't it a small world," he cried. "I've heard loads about you from the girls."

Darrell rubbed the nape of his neck. He smiled. "Did ya?"

"Yeah! Boy, you've got everybody standing watch. Tell ya what," said the stranger, "Help me haul your bike into the back. I'll give you a lift."

"Aw, shucks… I-"

The stranger waved him quiet. The gas sloshed in the jug. "No ifs. No buts. No coconuts." He gestured to his truck. "Get."

Darrell stammered thanks and apologies for the trouble. The stranger moved the litter of animal carcasses.They loaded the bike onto the truck, shut the tailgate, and carried on.

"Sorry. What cha say your name was?"

The stranger chuckled. "Lester."

They shook hands as the truck went on its jittery way. Lester was kind to offer Darrell a rag to mop his sweat with. Darrell dragged the cloth over himself and wiped each of his fingers clean.

A strong feeling of liking for the traveler stirred in Lester. That rag was filthy. He had hesitated to hand it over, but Darrell had grabbed it without question.

"You can get gas at the station in Ambrose. Bo, m'brother, runs it."

Darrell shamefully looked at his boots. "Sorry 'bout the dust."

Lester gave another chuckle, his glance straying to Darrell's feet. "S'alright," he assured him, "Truck's had worse than that, f'ya know what I mean." He jerked his head toward the window behind them.

"Good I picked ya up or else you'd be trudging in that for 15 miles more."

"Preciate it, really." Darrell smiled. He was brushing dust off his pants. "Been walkin' for about half o' that 'fore ya found me."

Darrell was quite remarkable to look at, Lester decided.

His hair was the first thing you'd notice: Teal blue and long. The way it tumbled down his shoulders in wisps reminded him of paint, pulled out by water in bright, rippling clouds when you dip your brush into the glass.

There was a silver ring that pierced his plump, pale pink lower lip, and he seemed to have a habit of nibbling on it. He was also very tall. Taller than Bo or Vincent. Almost as tall as Michael. (Really, he didn't think there was anyone taller than that fella.)

His broad chest stretched the fabric of his shirt. His thighs were doing the same to his jeans.

He was handsome, Lester would give him that.

He was also sporting a knife on his right shoe.

Two kinds of bells rang in Lester's mind; An alarm to beware of this stranger, as he wasn't sure of his intentions, and another that told him to hurry and show him his own knife. After all, he had been polite. Hadn't been mean or fussy.

Lester was itching to pull out the bowie when Darrell cheerfully turned the conversation toward matters that concerned him - How had his day been? His work, the weather, the town, the girls? - things he was glad to talk about.

Before he knew it, he saw the wash-out up ahead.

"Think you'll make it?" inquired Darrell, his hand on the dash.

"Just have to flip the hubs into four-wheel."

He didn't have to ask. Darrell hopped out and got to work on the wheels on his side. The beat up truck rattled over the stones, the men inside shared a laugh. "Felt m'brain rattle in m'skull like a bean in a can!" Lester cried as he tried to shake himself right.

Gravel gave way to asphalt and they entered the town. Lester pointed out the gas station just at the end of Main Street. When Darrell asked for the grocer's, he did some quick thinking and said, "There's Flannery's back where we came, but don't cha go in there. F'Joe Flannery sees ya and gabs, you'd be in there all day. If ya need anythin', I'm sure Ellie would be happy to get it for ya. She's an amazing cook. There's Bo!"

His older brother gave the truck a cursory glance, and, with practiced charm, greeted their guest.

"You shoulda called in," said Bo, obligingly filling the dirt bike's tank with gas from the pump."Would've picked you up myself."

Lester had wandered off and was now coming back with the hose. He was aiming it at the bike. He turned the nozzle and a sudden jet of water blasted out of the end, splashing Bo and Darrell's shoes.

Noticing the scathing glare Bo gave him, Lester lowered the hose and apologized. "I got blood and gunk all over your wheels," he told Darrell.

"No! It's fine. It'll wash off." Turning to Bo, he declared, "Wouldn't have made it without him. He's a lifesaver." He extended one large hand and patted Lester's shoulder.

It prompted Lester to step in and swing his arm over Darrell's shoulders. He was awful pleased with himself. It didn't matter that he had to stand on his tippy-toes.

"Sure." Bo said dismissively. "You came down here all the way from where? Devil's Prick?"

"Yessir."

"How's it there? Heard it's haunted."

Darrell laughed. "By hicks like me."

While they spoke, they were blithely unaware of Ava and Percy scuttling from the Sinclair house, down Main Street, to Ellie's house. They had heard Lester's truck and spotted the tall man at the station.

They came running back, now with Ellie in tow, one hand hiking up her dress skirt and the other clutching a lime green frog.

When she screamed "DARRELL!", the three men leapt clean off the ground. Lester's fingers instinctively tightened on Darrell's jacket, and he had to clutch his chest to make sure his heart wasn't going to give.

Ellie shoved the frog into Lester's hands and braced her arms around Darrell's torso. "You made it! I was so worried when you didn't arrive last night!"

"I-I know, Ellie… I'm sorry."

She gave him a light squeeze. "Shh! No! Don't apologize. Now, I want you to meet my sisters."

She passed Darrell around for the girls to fawn over, which they did despite his shyness. "I'm covered in God knows what. I probably smell like a dog in the sun."

"That's two of us, then. I've been out in the garden."

"Alia and Michael are back there too," Percy said. "They'll be delighted to meet you!"

Ava looped her arm with Darrell's and started to lead him to the house Ellie shared with Vincent. "Come on! Jason and Merry are set up not far from there."

All three women began to chatter, making Darrell throw his head from side to side.

"That boy's gonna end up like a bruised fruit by sundown!" Bo chided. His warning fell on deaf ears.

He saw his twin in the distance - shoulders tense and visibly uneasy. Bo knew that look. He was sizing Darrell up, suddenly unhappy about the attention he was getting from Ellie.

Psst!

Vincent snapped out of it and met Bo's gaze. With a frown, Bo wordlessly told him to be nice. Try to get along for godsake.

Vincent, hunching as if to get away from a whip, buried his hands in his pockets and trailed after the girls.

"Here. Hold this."

Lester was holding out the frog.

"No," Bo said flatly - body poised to bolt.

"Ok."

Lester set the frog down on the ground and trotted after the girls. It stayed put, locked in a standoff with Bo.

He picked up the hose. Aimed and blasted the frog away. Then, he wheeled Darrell's bike into the garage.

#darrell todd #slasher oc #friends oc #house of wax fanfiction #slashers x oc #ellie mason #ava walker #percy jones #alia fowl #merry ross #damon red herring #red herring #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #jason vorhees #rz michael myers #bluecoolr.txt #Spotify

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derelictheretic · 1 year

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Dean Sinclaire | Lola Darling | Michael Sinclaire

Heather Lucille Valentine | Gabriel Stokes | Anya Cherkov

Got tagged by @shellibisshe @strafethesesinners @shallow-gravy and @florbelles to make my monsters in this picrew! Tsym! <3

Tagging @clicheantagonist @deputyash @aceghosts @bluemojave @detectivelokis @eur0paa-2 @i-am-the-balancing-point @unholymilf @viktor-sinclaire @wewillryesagain and anyone else who would like to do this one!

#heather is giving jilted prom queen and we love that for her #so sad I couldn't give lola her pink tips #but !! the boys turned out so cute i forgive it (and anya. this anya is *chefs kiss*)#si/oc: deputy dean sinclaire #oc: Lola Darling #oc: Michael Sinclaire #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #oc: Gabriel Stokes #oc: Anya Cherkov #misc: picrew #I don't think i've made Gabe in a picrew before he looks so cute 🥺💜

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puppiegutz666 · 1 year

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Bc i love y'all

A little art dump!!!

#pamela voorhees #vincent sinclair fanart #vincent sinclair #house of wax #halloween #michael myers #slashers fanart #oc #bubba sawyer #bubba leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #saxon isn't my OC he belongs to sogicereal on tiktok #priest oc

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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Y/n: people flirt all the time!

Slasher: yeah I know.

Y/n: so that means! I-

Slasher: nope! Not you I own your ass!

Y/n: *looks around and at their hands*

Slasher: what are you looking for?

Y/n: my god damn wedding ring that says I’m yours!

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sketchbook-of-shadows · 1 year

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(THIS IS REGARDING SLASHERS I PROMISE)

I wanna put this up to a poll because I'm gonna be tweaking and adding some stuff that'll be available in my commissions, I was thinking about adding YCH (Your Character/s Here) pre-sketched poses, specifically including (but not limited to) the poses I used for the Slasher Cuddling Headcanons for any slasher/general character X OC/self insert/other slasher, etc, but also doing other couple's YCH poses and some basic + cute stuff.

The YCH comms would be a bit cheaper & more affordable than my regular commissions because the YCH commission would take less time as the sketch would already be done up. Also disclaimer, in the name of fairness to anyone who wants one, I'll be reusing YCH poses so if two people want a Vincent Sinclair & self-insert/OC/ other slasher, etc, YCH Cuddling Pose they can both ask for and recieve the Vincent Sinclair cuddling pose.

Also I can do other poses and switch around Slashers/ Characters (say for example, someone wants a Vincent Sinclair YCH cuddling pose but wants to replace Vincent with, say, Michael or Jason, that'd be doable & available, I'm just using the slashers as examples here because it's easier to explain, they'll probably just be numbered on the Carrd)

I'm also thinking of including pets/animals as either additional "characters" or doing pet portraits, but I'll have to figure out the pricing for that anyways.

So yeah, poll:

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slaasherslut · 1 year

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An Angry Bean Rises: Ava's Side

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 1 | 2 from @bluecoolr

Red part 2 from @cries-in-latino

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 3 from @bluecoolr

Red part 3 from @cries-in-latino

The Devil in Disguise from @probably-a-plant-thing

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 4 from @bluecoolr

I Wanna Talk from @the-pinstriped-hood

An Angry Bean Rises from @rottent33th

Percy's Side from @the-pinstriped-hood

Michael's Side from @kalid-raven

This is a continuation of the stories above (the list is in chronological order, Ava's Side coming right after Michael's.)

Please message me and lemme know if i missed anything above or if anything is in the wrong order i love all of you so fucking much <3

Ava sat on the couch plucking away at her guitar strings when a heavy knock came at the front door.

"Come in!" She shouted as she continued moving her fingers. The door slowly opened and a dishevelled Vincent stumbled in. Ava did a double take on him.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what the hell happened to you!?" She threw her guitar on the couch as she quickly rose to her feet. Vincent clutched his stomach as he wobbled in the house. She quickly shut the door behind him.

"What happened? Lemme see it." Vincent gave her the OK as she gently lifted his sweater. His stomach had a massive area where a purple bruise was starting to form. She gently touched it and he winced.

"Sorry." She said quietly. "Anything feel broken?" Vincent nodded. She pulled his shirt back down. As she did she noticed a small trail of blood coming from underneath his mask and moving down his neck.

"Fuck okay come on, lets get you into the kitchen." She guided the injured giant to the kitchen and pulled out two chairs at the table, motioning for him to sit in one. He gently lowered himself into the chair with a grunt and Ava sat in the chair across from him. She put her hands on either side of his mask before looking at him for approval. It was then she noticed how swollen his eye was. Vincent hesitated for a moment before nodding and she gently slipped off his mask, setting it on the kitchen table. His face was bruised, cut and swollen. A black eye already starting to form around his unscarred eye. Several small abrasions dotted his pale face, a trail of blood flowed from his nose, coating his mouth and the inside of his mask.

"Jesus fucking Christ Vinny, you get into a fight with a brick wall or something?"

"No, Michael." He signed.

"Same thing." She chuckled as she stood to grab the first aid kit that was kept in a drawer in the kitchen. She cracked it open to make sure everything she needed was inside, grabbing a small towel from the counter and running it under the water in the kitchen sink.

"So" She started as she walked back to her seat. "You gonna tell me what happened or do I have to play twenty questions?" Vincent looked down at the floor in shame. She gently grabbed his face to face back up at her as she examined his wounds. He was going to be fine but he already looked like shit. She gently took the towel and began wiping the blood off his face. She tried to be as gentle as possible but Vincent still let out a wince every once in a while. Once the blood was mostly gone he breathed a sigh before explaining, hands moving with nervous shakes.

"I got into a scuffle with Darrell..." He hesitated, fingers curling and uncurling trying to find the words. "I tried to kill him.." Ava went silent for a moment, hands freezing before they dropped to her knees. She gripped the towel hard, squeezing out a mixture of water and blood that ran down her arm.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Ava screeched. She arose from her seat and started pacing around the room, her fingers from one of her hands raked across her scalp in frustration while the other still gripped the cloth in her hand. Tiny drops of water and blood trailed around her. Vincent was surprised when she started laughing. She started yelling, waving her arms like mad, blood flew from her hands to the wall behind her. "I honestly cant believe you, I cant fucking believe you right now, Vincent.. You tried to fucking kill your girlfriends best friend! Are you insane or just plain fucking stupid!?" His heart shattered even more than it had before. He knew he deserved this but her words just really fucking hurt.

She threw the towel down on the table and leaned against the chair she was sitting in.

"What for?" She asked. Vincent didn't move.

"I said WHAT FUCKING FOR VINCENT?! WHAT WAS SO BAD THAT YOU FELT LIKE YOU NEEDED TO KILL HIM!?" Ava was screaming now, she was absolutely fuming. Darrell was an incredibly sweet guy, like family to everyone in Ambrose. She had no idea what the fuck was running through Vincent's mind when he tried to murder him.

Vincent grunted before aggressively signing. "Hes a killer, Ava... A murderer." Ava stared at him absolutely dumbfounded. Murder had sort of become something of a normalcy in Ambrose, but she never expected Darrell to be a killer. That didn't really matter to her though. The man she lay next to every night had a kill count higher than the amount of men she had slept with. Murder was little to nothing.

"Yes and?" Ava rolled her eyes at him.

"What do you mean 'and'?" Vincent asked. "You don't care?"

Ava laughed again, even harder this time. "Okay so you're insane and stupid. My best friend is a killer, the man I have a home with is a killer, I have a killer sitting in my fucking kitchen! So no! I don't care!" Ava was so mad she almost started crying. "And you're a hypocrite if you do care. You're a killer too Vincent! So stop acting so fucking godlike You're not doing any acts of service here!"

Ava went silent, and Vincent didn't dare to say anything. Not that it would have mattered, anything he said would have just angered her more. She collected herself and walked towards the living room, coming back a few seconds later with her black purse. She scavenged through it, pulling out a prescription pill bottle with an assortment of different pills and a label that has long since faded. She poured a handful into her hand and grabbed four red and white tablets, handing two to Vincent.

"Take these, they'll help with the pain and take the swelling down a bit." Vincent accepted them and nodded his head. "The bed in the guest room is already made, you're welcome to hide out there for a while." He nodded again, signing a quick thank you before reaching for his mask.

"Leave it. Ill clean it for you." She didn't even look at him. He slowly pulled his arm back before giving her a final look and retreating to the upstairs bedroom. Ava sat back down at the kitchen table and dry swallowed the two other pills before putting her head in her hands.

"Fuck, this is going to be a nightmare."

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Everyone’s Losing It (Quotes)

More quotes, guest starring friends ocs in some of them! Take a peek to see who!

Darrell: You often use humor to deflect trauma Scarlet: Thank you Darrell: I didn't say that was a good thing Scarlet: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Darrell, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Scarlet, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Scarlet: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Alia: Just rip the bandage off. Scarlet: It’s Michael. Alia: Put the bandage back on.

Scarlet: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Alia: Wasn't Michael with you? Michael: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Scarlet: What do you think Alia will do for a distraction? Michael: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Michael: ... or they could do that.

Scarlet: Alia... How do I begin to explain Alia? Michael: Alia is flawless. Ellie: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Darrell: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Vincent: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Scarlet: Time for plan G. Alia: Don’t you mean plan B? Scarlet: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Michael: What about plan D? Scarlet: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Ellie: What about plan E? Scarlet: I’m hoping not to use it. Darrell dies in plan E. Vincent: I like plan E.

Scarlet: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Scarlet: i became more evil if you’re curious Alia: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Scarlet: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Scarlet: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Alia: Twelve, actually. Scarlet: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Alia: Yours! Scarlet: That's right: no one's.

Scarlet: I can explain. Alia: Can you? Scarlet: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Scarlet: What’s up guys? I’m back. Alia: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Scarlet: Death is a social construct.

Scarlet: Is stabbing someone immoral? Alia: Not if they consent to it. Michael: Depends who you’re stabbing. Ellie: YES?!?

Scarlet: Dammit, Alia! Alia: What?! It wasn’t me! Scarlet: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Michael! Michael: Not me either. Scarlet: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Ellie: *whistles*

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