Vibe Check! *stabs You*

vibe check! *stabs you*

I love your writings so much! Iwould like to have a matchup :3 I am a 5"3 short female. I have short hair with two different colors left side black and the right side dark purple. My eyes are a mixed color of light blue, light green and a little dark blue. I wear glasses. My style is gothic, rock. I heave a pircing in my left ear. I can be around people I don't know really shy and with people I know very hyperactive I am also very clumsy. I like to listen to metal. I also love sweets very much.

I match you with.. Michael Myers!

This boy is another slasher who finds how short you are compared to him adorable. Be prepared to be picked up, thrown over his shoulder, or if he feels like teasing you, under his arm. Try and smack him all you want, he’s not putting you down.

He doesn’t have much of a taste in style, clothing or otherwise, but he loves yours. Your outfits always interest him, and he sometimes lays things he would like to see you wear together out. 

He doesn’t react much to music, so if you want to introduce him to a song you might think he’d like, be prepared for him to just either sit there or awkwardly try and bob his head without really matching the beat

You both share a love for sweet things, it’s a surprise you don’t have more cavities. He always steals huge bags of candy for you both. Michael, please, you’re both gonna get stomachaches-

He often regrets getting so much candy for you when you’re bouncing off the walls on a sugar high. That’ll learn him

Sometimes when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, he’ll play with your hair. You often wake up with barrettes clipped haphazardly all over your head. You look like a really silly Christmas tree with Halloween themed ornaments. And for some reason, ladybugs.

Your hyperactive nature doesn’t seem to phase him (but really, what does?). When you do get a little clumsy though, be prepared for Nurse Michael. No, sit still, he’s trying to put a bandaid on. Stop moving. Stop MOVING YOU’RE RIDDLED WITH SCRAPES

When Michael is particularly exhausted though, and you’re being too bouncy, he’ll grab you in a deathgrip and lie down on the nearest, comfy surface. All of your wiggles and protests will not grant you freedom, so get comfortable.

This dude is like the introvert to rule all introverts, so if you do manage to get him out of the house, the two of you wallflower it a lot.  However when in preferred company (yours of course), he just kind of stares hardcore at whoever you might be socializing with which leads to them feeling... very uncomfortable.

You’ve woken up to him once staring at himself in a mirror wearing your glasses. You made him jump when you went over and tapped his shoulder asking for them back, but he will deny it to Hell and back

Happy 4th of July!

Hi there 🖤 can I please request a protective Pyramid Head who is training you to defend yourself in Silent Hill and is impressed when he sees you fight? Thank you! xx

Pyramid Head had been acting a little stranger than normal for a few weeks. He followed you closer, jumped in front of you whenever even the slightest noise happened (which more often than not lead to him being embarrassed trying to “protect” you from trash falling onto the ground. oops.). He was constantly on your heels, and it had begun to get on your nerves juuuust a little. Okay, more than a little.

One day you were wandering about and got the living daylights startled out of you when you turned the corner and walked face first into his chest. His helmeted head tilted to the side when you kind of shouted at him for it, but you changed your tone when he handed you a small, rusted knife he had found lying around. He was worried about you. You both knew that he could be very slow getting around, and in the past it had sometimes ended with him finding you backed into a corner without a proper weapon. What if he couldn’t get to you in time? What if something overpowered you and took you out? His entire world would shatter right in front of him.

Over the next couple of days he kept dragging miscellaneous monsters to you, starting with ones that were injured by him previously, for you to practice on. You steadily began to show him just how agile and strong you could be, which kind of took him by surprise. His little s/o was quite the scrapper! Who could have guessed?

He kept dragging more and more monsters to you, varying in strength and size. At one point you asked if you could practice with his knife. You could barely pick it up, which amused him so immensely he had a hard time remaining stoic. He made sure to keep stocking you with any weapon he could find in the small apartment room you two claimed as your own, just in case. But it made him relax much more knowing you could defend yourself properly, or until he could get to you.

He still followed you around a lot though

I was wondering if you could do some head cannons with 2006 Thomas Hewitt and a fiercely protective so? Like they’d be super sweet and affectionate with him but if you insult him ooohh boy get ready for the lashing of your life! Like his so wouldn’t put up with any shit while simultaneously an is absolute softy

A/n: UM? YESSS??? I love this ask so much, I also had a blast with this one! I love the idea of a sweet-as-sugar S/O going absolutely feral when people mess with Thomas. Also, I’m in love with the 2006 Tommy, he owns my entire ass heart. 

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Thomas Hewitt with a fiercely-protective S/O

First of all, Thomas is going to be putty in your hands every time you touch him, being so unused to physical affection and all. He’s definitely touch-starved, and he absorbs any soft, kind touch you give him graciously. He’s a tad clumsy when returning it at first, so you’ll have to teach him some things, but he’s a quick study. You’ll be picked up, squeezed, nuzzled and drowning in the best hugs imaginable in no time!

Now, as for your protectiveness, you’ll probably get into shouting matches with Hoyt constantly for one, and have to be held back by your gentle giant just as frequently when you start seeing red. But this is the only times when he sees that feral side of you, otherwise you’re an absolute sweetheart!

That is… until a victim’s head starts getting a little too big and they start barking insults at Thomas—most of the time at the dinner table, since some survive that long—and you go rigid in your seat, your head turning with the suppressed-but-clearly-pissed-off-s/o glare as the table goes silent. 

Two scenarios may occur in times like these, one: You hiss for someone to shut them up before you do, and remain on the verbal-defensive over your man. And normally somebody’s already got a hold of you before you can think to launch yourself at them—which you never hesitate to, and you’re quite strong when you want to be.

Two: You’re already standing up, walking suspiciously calmly over to where the victim is seated. You lean down to their level from behind and whisper probably some of the most terrifying threats worse than death anyone in the room has heard—henceforth why you whisper, to not scare anyone—and either slit their throat if they spit something back or innocently pat their head if they submissively relent returning to your seat to continue eating.

To be honest, Thomas loves it, in a reserved, unspoken way you see. If you’ve known each other long enough, chances are you were his guard dog to and from school, warding off any bully that dared send even a look of ill-intention his way. You got into a lot of fights for him, have lashed out and roasted the hell out of other thirteen-year-olds, and always told him things like: “If they ever bother you again you tell me, alright?”

Due to this heavy reliance, he would cling to you when you were children, following you around like a lost puppy wherever you went. But now that he was much bigger, much more capable of holding his own, and overall not the Tommy who used to hide behind your leg, he’s become your protector now. 

He thinks it’s a bit silly that you refuse to give up all that power since you’re still so protective over him, but he lets you do your thing, knowing it’s just how you are. But he’s very unlikely to tolerate you jumping in front of him or into danger, he has some boundaries there, you’ll have to sit some fights out for your own good.

And of course, once the rage as simmered down and you’re satisfied with whatever poor soul who tried to get underneath your boy’s skin, you’re just one big teddy bear. It shocks him how someone who used to get into bar-fights in their teens and knock out men twice your size could still be so sweet, so caring and affectionate with him—only him, you always say—but he sure as hell never complains.

how 2 make an instantly good character:

have them be fat

have them be a butcher

thats it