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Slashers attempting to seduce an asexual reader. (Written for my asexual viewers).

Notes: This is meant to be purely humorous and fun. I wrote it for my asexual viewers in the hopes that I can put a smile on their faces. All the love in the world to you, my dears! 💜🤍🖤

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Albert Wesker

After killing two survivors in the trial, Wesker took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Then he slid off his glasses and ruffled his hair- something he never did unless it was for someone very special.

Ever since he had arrived here, countless people had tried getting into his pants. He was used to it, honestly. And while the attention felt good, he wasn't interested in anyone else. No.

He was interested in 'you'.

Anticipating your arrival at a generator, Wesker casually leaned against the hill and posed, showing off his smooth, veiny muscles and glistening abs. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the divine luxury of his biceps.

Oh yes, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Stare at the wondrous array of his beauty, his irresistible essence. There was no way you could resist him, no one could. Any second and you would either come running, or he would catch you staring at him like a red faced fish.

Grinning big in confidence, Wesker was midway through running his hand through his hair when he turned to see what your reaction was. He expected you to be excited, flustered and breathless, but instead...

You were rummaging through a chest, your side to him and your attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Ok, umm... What!?

Wesker pushed himself away from the hill. You were searching a chest? What? Why? What was so bloody important about 'that'? You should be paying attention to him.

Unable to believe it, Wesker watched as you proudly lifted up a flashlight that you clicked multiple times before standing up and tossing your old toolbox at the poor chest. Then you turned around and skipped away without a care in the world.

In the abyss, Wesker was left frustrated, humiliated and determined. Don't think that this was over with, (y/n), because it's not. Wesker isn't a man who likes to give up.

He'd have your attention eventually.

Herman Carter

He unlatches his mouth and head restraints and sheds his torn lab coat. His eyes glow a light pink as he unfastens his belt, untucks his shirt and purposely rips certain areas of his clothes thus leaving more lush, gorgeous skin to shine through.

They say that you were hard to get, But Herman liked to believe otherwise. Being one of the most popular people in the realm, his fame made him confident and certain of himself. If he wanted someone's attention, then he would get it.

Casually swinging his weapon around while guarding his perimeter, Herman kept an eye out for you. Any second and you should be returning to finish the generator.

When he finally saw you approach, he stretched, one arm moving behind his head to show off the gorgeous curve of his back and his strong muscles. His bare arms crackled with teasing electricity as he stroked his body, his fingers tugging at holes in his clothes and exposing the exciting view from within.

That's it, (y/n), look at him. Don't be shy. Bask in his charm and handsome, good looks. Stare at the way his muscles moved. Watch his strong thighs flex and let your imagination run wild. Yes.

Chancing a look in your direction, Herman expected to see you flustered, intimidated or frozen in awe, but instead...

You were talking to a crow.

Herman nearly dropped his weapon.

Are you joking him right now?

You were talking to a crow. Literally. You were kneeling down with a stick in your hand in which you tried to use to serenade the crow. Your back was to him and you were completely submerged in your essential conversation.

What on earth? Herman sighed in disbelief and frustration. Why were you talking to a crow? Were you mad? Look at him! He was practically famous- not to mention extraordinarily good looking. You shouldn't be paying attention to no crow.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get your attention today, Herman sighed and walked away. You were certainly unique, but that only made him want you more.

Soon, (y/n). Very, very soon.

Frank Morrison

He was almost shaking with excitement as he took off his jacket and shirt. Today was the day. Today was the day that he finally got a rise out of you, and he would be the first. Everyone says you're unresponsive to this kind of act, but he begged to differ.

You just haven't got to see him in action yet is all.

Going so far as to unzip his pants, Frank then took his mask off and leaned against the rumbling generator. His plan was in motion. All he needed was to wait for you and everything would fall into place exactly how he wanted it to.

When he saw you come into view, Frank leaned back against the generator, stretching his arms and legs and glancing in your direction.

Go on, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Witness his exposed body and come undone. If you're good, he might even help you with all those flustered emotions. All you had to do was ask nicely.

Glancing in your direction, Frank catches you looking at him and he grins maliciously. Yes. That's it. He looks at you further, his body turning towards you as he gets ready to gesture you forward. Be good now, (y/n).

After a few seconds of staring at him though, something else caught your attention, and suddenly you were jogging off to a set of pillars nearby.

"Hey," Frank immediately protested as he pushed himself away from the generator. Where were you going?

Following you a bit, Frank's hands flew up in complete and utter disbelief.

A totem? You were cleansing a dull totem? Are you serious right now? What the heck!

Frank was utterly baffled. All of his hard work, and you barely even noticed him. Did you even have any kind of reaction at all? And what the hell was so great about a totem???

For a minute, Frank watched as you cleansed the totem and began searching the area for more, not a second glance given to him or the generator. Growling in frustration, Frank kicked the ground and wandered back to his stripped clothes.

They really weren't joking when they said you were unresponsive. Well, Frank wasn't joking either. He would get your attention one day, and he can guarantee that.

Evan MacMillan

He had worn his apron and jeans specifically for you. After he killed off at least two survivors, he shedded his apron thus leaving his upper body bare. Taking off his mask came next, and then he sat on a crate, patiently waiting for you to come around.

Most people love seeing him show off his strength, which is what he planned to do with you. If he could lure you in enough, then he would intimidate you, steal the words right out of your stuttering mouth and tell you what he knew you wanted deep, deep down.

Feeling himself burn with excitement, Evan nearly stood up too fast when he saw you come into view. Turning around, he kicked the generator, putting his muscles and strength on display. Then he grabbed a trap and kneeled down to set it, the air tickling his exposed crack.

Evan knew that he had a good body, and he wanted you to look at it. Look at it and imagine all the things it could do to you. Think about his strong thighs and thick waist. Think about his rough, calloused hands and fingers. Take it all in and imagine the possibilities.

Planning on playing the victim to your staring, Evan turned his head back, fully prepared to see you gawking at him. But instead...

You were looting David's belongings in which he had left after dying on a hook.

What in God's name?

Evan stood up, confused and somewhat irritated. Had you not noticed him? He growled, watching as you tossed out unimportant tools from a toolbox, completely focused on your own tasks.

You gotta be kidding him. This is what you were interested in instead of him? A toolbox? Really?

Crossing his arms, Evan sighed. He wasn't mad. He knew they had said that you were hard to get. Sure, he hadn't imagined you being quite this clueless, but still. It was strange.

Evan watched as you got your tools collected and skittered off in a different direction, and he shook his head in amusement. One of these days he was going to get a reaction from you. Just you wait.

Ji-woon Hak

They say you can't be seduced? Well, Ji-woon would like to prove otherwise. After all, who can resist the practical God of good looks? No one!

Wearing none other than his fancy swim shorts, Ji-woon was pumped with confidence and optimism. Getting your attention was going to be a piece of cake.

Waiting on top of a hill, Ji-woon waits until you come into view and then shouts to get your attention. You stop in your tracks and look at him. He smirks and takes out his throwing knives.

Facing a nearby fence, Ji-woon throws and throws his knives until he creates a heart shape in the old wood. Huffing in pride, he skillfully twirls a knife around while waiting your reaction.

You were staring at the fence, seeming to be in awe.

Ji-woon grins and strokes his hair, mumbling arrogant phrases in Korean as he begins to walk down the hill. On his way, he pushes his shorts down a bit, exposing the fine ridges of his pelvic bones. Then he trails his fingers down his sides and over his abs.

By the time he looks up to give you a wink, he sees you staring at him with a somewhat emotionless face. He smiled, ready to throw out the grand finale.

But suddenly...

Something passed by your face. It was a butterfly. A butterfly that had you gasping in delight and grinning big. Not but a few seconds after it flew by, you began chasing it.

"Eh?" Ji-woon was dumbfounded.

You. Were. Chasing. A. Butterfly?!

How could you be chasing a butterfly instead of paying attention to him? Come on. He just put on a big show for you. You should be falling to pieces in admiration and lust.

And yet you were chasing a freakin butterfly!!!

Cursing, Ji-woon covered his face and shook his head. You really were a difficult person to please. But, no matter. The more challenging the person, the more fun the possibilities.

Chuckling fondly, Ji-woon fought against chasing the butterfly with you. Instead he watched, adoring your childish nature.

Don't worry, (y/n), he wasn't giving up. One day he would steal your heart. One day...

Slashers as dads. (Extending the addition).

So I've been thinking about other slashers that I could write as fathers. And this is just a little list of ones that I've chose and how I feel about them. Usually for the slasher dad drabbles, I like to include at least four slashers. Freddy, Michael, Bo, and Hannibal have been my primary picks so far- and I write them in canon-divergence so they're portrayed as good guys. Now...

Let's talk about who else is fit to be a dad.

Jason Voorhees

I feel like it goes without saying that Jason would be a remarkable father figure. He's strong, protective, compassionate, loves nature, is nice, ect... If we altered his universe a bit and turned him into a good guy, I think he'd be the best father figure yet! I'm already thinking about scenarios where he teaches a child reader how to swim and stuff.

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt

So I struggle a bit with Bubba mainly because he can't talk and, frankly, I'm not even sure if he can write. Children take after their parents, and I'm not gonna write a child reader squealing and huffing like he does. That's why I have such a difficult time with deciding what I could do to make him a good father figure. And it's not just his inability to talk, it's also his intelligence and the condition he lives in. My father figures have to have suitable jobs and living conditions. I'm not sure what I could do to make his situation better, you know?

As for Thomas Hewitt? I've never seen a movie with him, so I don't know anything about him, his speech, intelligence or living conditions. I was hoping maybe someone would explain it to me, please?

Weirdo demon people like Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Pennywise and Chucky.

Now, I don't see any of these characters as fit to be a father figure. However, I do see them as fit to be a 'friend'. Let's say a child reader is feeling lonely, scared, sad or neglected, and one of these guys shows up to make them feel better, take them on an adventure, or so on and so forth. I think that it could be it's own special kind of drabble sequence- not necessarily father figures, but more like 'friendly monsters'.

Evan MacMillan

The one character that I turn into an overworked dad in a lot of my stories, lol. I think Evan would make a great father figure. With a little bit of canon-divergence, it'd be easy to give him a suitable home and job. As a father, he'd be one of the best.

Albert Wesker

With A LOT of canon-divergence (and extreme patience and determination on my end), I think I can turn prince blondy into a father figure. It's going to be rough and I'm going to alter his personality a lot, but I can make it happen. If given the chance, I know that Albert can be a great father figure too.

Karl Heisenberg

I need to ring my memory up on this guy, but from what I remember, he's decent. I've actually read stories where he adopts one of the main characters, so he already has some fatherly traits without even needing any altering. But obviously I'd give him some canon-divergence anyway. Not everything about Karl is perfect, but I can see him being a good father.

Writing Vincent or Lester as the father instead of Bo.

This idea would be easy to do since I already write Bo as the father figure in my primary drabbles, but I've often wondered what it would be like to change it up a bit. Either Vincent or Lester would make good father figures. It kind of just depends on future plot that is used.

I need a little bit more time to think of other Dead by Daylight characters who would make good fathers, because I'm actually struggling a bit with it. But other than that, thank you for taking the time to read my notes! I don't know what the future holds, but I'm hoping that one day, all these characters and ideas will be part of it.

These gorgeous artworks help keep me reminded that IT'S OKAY to write the slashers as good guys. It's okay.

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Help me broaden my horizon, please!

We all know that I love turning bad guys into emotional supporters. Well, typically I use the same ones, but I'm genuinely curious... What are some character(s) that I have not written that YOU would like to see me turn into an emotional supporter? It can be a bad guy, a villain, slasher, ect... Please let me know! And thank you for your time!

Alright, let's settle a debate.

I wrote this note to myself 6 years ago. Who'd imagine I'd need to see it again at age 23?

Getting back into writing has been tough. Ever since I started posting/updating stuff again, a lot of people have unfollowed and unsubscribed from me and my stories. Of course I'm trying to figure out why. My heads running wild with insecurities. I don't know if it's my writing or my plots that's to blame. Or maybe people are just mad at me because I've been gone so long. Maybe I lost my writing skills? I don't know. Right now I'm trying my hardest not to delete anything. I already deleted a new story within one hour of posting it. Some times I wish there was a way to block the status I see on my stories, just so I could stop over thinking everything. There are so many amazing people who post chapters for stories every day and never get credit or recognition, yet they still keep going, and I think it's because they want to. And so do I. I want to keep writing. I just need to keep reminding myself that bad chapters happen all the time. I need to stop over thinking and making myself feel depressed. I love my stories. I love writing. Even if I get bad credit, the pain will pass and another new chapter will come. Just give it time.

Don’t Quit Your Story

I understand that it’s not good, at least not to anyone else, but I know there are people who like it. Then why doesn’t anyone say anything? It’s a question I hate, a question I can never figure out, a question I can’t guess or find answers to. And when I ask it, my heart is hurting then, and I don’t know what to do. I want to quit, I want to delete all that I had worked so hard to create and let it be lost to the world. I know what it feels like when someone gets rid of something I liked. The sadness, the disappointment, the loss, the regret and the want. I don’t like that feeling, and I don’t want anyone else to have to feel the same. But with the way my hearts hurting right now, I’m tempted to make others feel the same as I do. But I need to stop. I need to stop thinking so strongly about this. Everyone has bad chapters in their stories, but that’s okay. One chapter is not the whole story. One chapter doesn’t even sum out the rest of the intensity of the story, and that’s alright. The rest will come, and it may or may not get credit, but that’s alright, because I know what I’m doing, and I’m doing it because I want to. And I know how I am, I don’t do anything I don’t want to. This one little error will pass, and my pain along with it. The stinging will stop soon, and I will be fine. If I can just get it through my head then that will make it easier to accept this. Remember, it doesn’t matter what other people say or think, it just matters what I want and what I do.

-madie

This is how I feel when I write a new story and the first slasher I introduce is Herman, lol! Such a bad habit.

How I feel when I update each of my stories.

I've always wanted to make a post describing how each one of my stories made me feel when I updated them. I guess I thought maybe it could give you guys some insight to how I really feel. Because, in all honesty, I don't like updating some of my stories. But I still write for them because I know you guys like them. It's not really that big of a deal though. I just made this post for fun.

1.) My Own Exit Gate. Piece of cake. The short chapters help give me a break. There's no major drama on the sides. It's a simple uphill battle. Not a lot of brain power has to go into it. Extremely easy to write. Allows me to relax if I'm ever feeling depressed.

2.) Miracle of The Moonlight. Used to be my favorite but I lost my passion due to lack of confidence. But I still love it! Difficult to write because of all the multiple perspectives. The reader is mentally all over the place which requires a lot of brain power to write. No one really cares for it which used to hurt.

3.) Reverse The Dancing Knights. Officially the most difficult story for me to update. Long chapters. Too much plot. Too much action. It keeps me all over the place. Too many characters and relationships. Will have sex which I suck at writing. Too much backstory. The reader is not going to be that happy which I hate. But the show must go on! I love my killers.

4.) Fate of Broken Roads. My least favorite story. Feels like a chore to update. I always feel pressured. I have to write sex which, once again, I'm not good at. I have no layout for it which means that I wing it with whatever comes to my mind, so the fact that I don't like it makes it difficult to want to think about it. Love Jason though.

5.) Battle of The Imaginary Minds. Ahh, talk about stress relief! Officially my least violent story. Only have to deal with one intimate relationship instead of several. Has my baby Jason in it who I love writing! Lots of cute themes. Real world time so there's more unique plot that I can use. Love the slow build. The followers for that story are adorable and I love them. It's just a fun, feel good story. I also don't get to write Jason enough.

6.) My Saddest Journey. My personal therapeutic story. Write it for myself to help cope with my anxiety and trust issues. Has my favorite comfort trope which is father figures. Feels good to write some times and difficult to write other times depending on the plot. It helps me get emotions out. I enjoy writing it.

One shots that I enjoyed writing the most and wish I could write more for.

1.) My Gelastic Flower. Part of the "MY" Collection, this story hits close with the reader having epilepsy like me. But I also really loved how Frank turned out in the story. It's one of the best portrayals of him I've ever written, and I just wish I could have written more of it.

2.) Embracing The Realm of Control. Ok... This story is just hilarious, come on. Everyone's naked? The reader has a problem with fainting? Oh my gosh, it's just too funny. I wish I could have seen how far I could get with it.

3.) The Underdogs Great Stand. Not only is this story purely about killers who don't get a lot of attention, but it's also the only story I have with a reader who was done wrong by rumors, lies and manipulation. Secretly... I do have a layout created for this, with plot and everything. It was supposed to be my first attempt at getting everyone to love Jeffrey, but I never updated.

4.) Circumhorizons Form With Faith. Ehhh, I'm not gonna delve too deep into this one. But the reason why I love it so much is because of the expansion of characters and the different route I took with the Entity's realm. Different groups of people have to survive the fog monsters? Uhh, awesome! Plus it holds my fondest memory where I made Jeffrey likable for the first time ever.

5.) Now That's a Cut! First thing I have to say is... JEFFREY. Dealing with another reader close to me (asexual), this story is just very personal for me and it deals with one of my favorite characters. I'm so proud of this story because it opened up so many hearts to Jeffrey, and I want to finish the job by finishing the story one day.

6.) 3x Mass Overlap. I love this story because it's written in real time which means more plot. I used Hannibal, Wesker and Herman, all of which have the hots for the reader. It's funny, unique and full of drama. I really, really would like to update it one day. It would also give my head a break from all the angst and let me have fun with some humor.

7.) These Muddy Waters. I enjoyed this story because this is my only reader who allowed anger, hatred and bitterness to take control of them, and now they're just mean to everyone, which is a common response to sadness. The point is to show how far the killers are willing to go to make the reader happy even though the reader is deeply scarred and hateful. Idk. I just thought it was unique.

I just had a thought... Why are my story titles always so dramatic?? Lol.

I wanted to try and explain myself and what's been going on. I know it feels like I've done this a hundred times, but this time I think it's a solid answer because I'm no longer putting myself under unnecessary pressure to make everyone happy.

For archiveofourown.org viewers who don't know, I moved across the country in August of last year (an action that saved me). A lot of crazy, life changing things have happened these past two years. And it's not just my life that's changed. I'VE changed. My thought process is different now.

I've changed so much that, looking back, I almost can't believe that I created this kind of fanfiction. I can't believe that I was so hurt and depressed that I used fictional psychopaths as a way to comfort myself. I was really that sad, and all I wanted was to create scenarios where a reader needed help and got it. By all means I do not regret writing any of my fanfiction. I'm proud of it all.

But after this past year, writing fanfiction hits different. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm not hurting as bad anymore. But I still want to write it.

However, this is where things change.

I'm no longer going to pressure myself to do everything everyone wants me to do. I have 6 major stories to update, and they're all I really want to focus on. I've been pinning stress on myself because viewers have been wanting more of this character or that scenario. The slasher dad drabbles are a good example of that. I was so eager to make everyone happy that I overwhelmed myself.

I can't do that anymore.

A lot of my old notes and ideas will probably be different now. My writing might also be different, so expect more errors and grammar mistakes (I just don't have as much time to edit anymore). I'm gonna create an order to update my stories that's comfortable for me. New stories and new Tumblr posts will be completely random. I'm not making any promises for anything.

I still love my stories and my friends and followers with all my heart. I just need to start doing things the way that I need them to be done. Thank you to all those that have still stuck with me. I'm sorry if I seem even weirder than I normally am. Just... A lot of things have changed.

I'm gonna update Reverse The Dancing Knights next because that's what viewers want most, but after that everything I post/update is going to be completely random.

Of course! Why wouldn't I have to update the most overly complex, long, emotionally irritating story in my blog?!?! Ya'll don't like me, do you!!! Kidding, I'm excited to write the next chapter of Knights.

Chapter 10: The Legend of Metal Hand. Coming out as soon as I get it written! Thank you for ya'lls help voting!

It's been a hot minute since I've updated or posted anything. My inbox is packed and I have dozens of messages from friends. I'm very sorry that I've been neglecting my work. After moving across the country, I've had a lot of new experiences and little time to think about anything else. But I'm feeling the writing spirit come back to me. I can't make any promises about pace, but I am gonna try to message ya'll back, answer questions, and update my stories. Thank you so much for being patient and supportive. I love you all so much, you have no idea.

I always wanted to explain the emotions behind Herman's changing eye colors in my stories.

In case you didn't know, I always write Herman's eyes changing colors when he experiences different emotions in my fics. Is it canon? No, not really, I made it up. But there are skins you can purchase for him that specifically change only the color of his eyes- I guess the idea kind of stemmed from that. Like the pic above where he has yellow eyes. And I'm just making this for fun. I don't know why. It's meaningless but fun.

Here are the meanings behind each eye color.

Brown: original eye color.

White: Neutral, calm, emotionless, collected, thoughtless. Basically white is the color he expresses when he is asleep or not really thinking about anything.

Blue: Envious, peaceful, pleasant, happy, relaxed. When Herman expresses blue it means that he's in a calm situation where he feels happy, peaceful or relaxed with little worries or other troubling emotions on his shoulders.

Pink: Lust, desire, love, joy, excitement, infatuation, passion. Obviously pink is the expression of love and desire. If he's around someone who he's attracted to, his eyes turn pink.

Green: Anxious, frightened, distressed, helpless. We all know anxiety, don't we? Green is the color Herman expresses when he's completely helpless and fueled by anxieties.

Yellow: Irritated, frustrated, impatient, worried, helpless. Yellow is like a mixture of green and orange because it's Herman's internal struggle of being both mad and anxious at the same time, but yet he's trying to maintain his cool. Still though, it's best not to mess with him when he has yellow eyes.

Orange: Anger, rage, murderous intent, impatience, power, despise. Basically, orange is the color you really, really want to avoid because that's when he most likely is going to hurt someone.

Red: Depressed, lonely, hurt, sad, hopeless, afraid, injured, cold, hateful. All vivid classifications of depression, trauma and pain.

I really don't know where the idea came from to start writing his eyes like this, but I do and I think it's fun. No one asked for this, but I just thought it would be fun to share my take on his beautiful, glowing orbs. If you read and enjoyed then I'm glad. Thank you so much for stopping by!

I am actively obsessed with ur work, I saw ur name and got so excited because I’m currently binging all ur slasher/dbd fanfics on ao3! I’ve read them so many times but they r so good 😭💕💕

Hi @jellyslimesofficial! Hopefully soon I can give you more content to enjoy. Along with normal, obnoxious adulting, I'm trying my hardest to indulge in writing fanfiction and communicating with all my lovely viewers. I've missed you all so much, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kind words. Thank you!

As for your question about having a master list, I have just went through all my content and tagged stuff properly. If you go to my bio, which is my pinned post, you can click on any of the tags to bring up my most popular posts. I think I got it all organized now? Lol.

Anyway, thank you so much again! I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️ Btw, Reverse The Dancing Knights will be the next story that I update 😉

Hey!! so sorry for asking here,, but do you allow fanart based off of your stories? i just finished re-reading Reverse The Dancing Knights and it just reminded me how much i wanted to draw some of the scenes with reader and the killers!!

hope you’re doing amazing!! take care <33 (and completely understand if you’d be comfortable with no artwork based on your stories.) 💙✨

Hi @moonkibble! First, I am happy that you enjoyed Reverse The Dancing Knights, and I'm more than honored that you want to create fanart of it! As for your question, yes, I am comfortable with folks creating fanart of my fanfiction. In fact I've always kind of wished that I could see fanart for one of my stories. I feel like when someone makes fanart of your story, it's a true sign of how much they love and enjoy it. So the fact that you want to create fanart of my story makes me feel very honored and happy. Thank you so much! Whatever you decide to do, I'll love it, and I hope that you will share it with me 😊

I've been scrolling through your blog (OBSESSED with your characterizations BTW, thank you from the bottom of my heart giving us all this for ZERO DOLLARS!!!) and I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't really a Jeffrey Hawk fan until now. Clowns have always been sort of iffy for me but the way you write him got me tumbling down BAD, I love the way you write him (and all the others but rn I'm focused in on my new fave LMAO)

So. Anyways. I will now return to my endless scrolling, and afterwords you can bet I WILL be looking up your longer series >:)

Thank you so much for your kind words @yes-this-is-doggo! I always used to fear that writing the slashers ooc would cause me to receive hate, but I'm grateful that there are actually lots of people that enjoy my characterizations of them. Especially Jeffrey!

Here I go again doing my Jeffrey Hawk victory dance! I'm so happy that I could help reduce the amount of hate Jeffrey receives. It's like breaking a cycle. Everyone always hated Jeffrey, and I think that's because of how he was always portrayed and written, and that caused an endless cycle of hate. But I wrote him differently, and I'm so happy that I could help break that cycle and make his characterization enjoyable for others.

Thank you again for stopping by! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing and characterizations. I hope you enjoy everything else I have to offer, and may you always have a lovely day ❤️

Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.

Folks who wanted to be tagged. @hope4rain19, @minaxcarter, @brooke-stinson, @urminebutidontwantyou, @gaipplrhot, @gyarukitti, @raphydude, @thelxapeia, @ant1d3pre55ant5add1ct, @decentsoupperson, @kawaistrawberry21.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.

However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.

Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He thought you gave up on art.

Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?

Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.

"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."

"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"

"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.

"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.

You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"

"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."

"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."

With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.

Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."

Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"

"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."

"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.

"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.

Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.

"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.

"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."

Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.

In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."

Michael Myers

Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.

Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."

Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?

The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"

Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.

"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"

At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?

A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.

While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.

He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.

What kind of father does that to their child?

Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...

Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.

When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.

Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."

"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."

You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"

"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."

What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."

Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.

"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"

"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."

He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.

"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."

You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.

Bo Sinclair

Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.

At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.

Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.

But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.

Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?

For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.

So Bo reached out for help.

"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."

"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?

Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"

At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?

You were afraid of his temper.

Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.

So he waited for the perfect moment.

A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."

Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"

"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."

"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"

"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."

"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."

"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.

His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."

Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.

"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Your entire body froze.

"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."

Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."

With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.

Hannibal Lecter

One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.

When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.

The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.

To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?

Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.

Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.

Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.

It took over five minutes for Will to answer.

By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.

Hannibal knew better though.

Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.

"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"

Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"

"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."

"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."

"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.

"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."

"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"

Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?

The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."

Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."

"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."

That stirred a confused reaction from you.

"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."

Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.

"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."

Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.

Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.

Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."

-

If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.

Will Slasher dads getting mad at Y/n continue soon? Not trying to pressure, just wondering.

Yes. I plan to post part two within the next couple of days. I've already got Freddy and Michael's stories finished. I just need to finish writing out Bo and Hannibal. Thank you for your patience. I apologize for the wait.

Hi hi! This is probably a little dumb but I recently read your My Saddest Journey fic on ao3 and I really liked it!! Love me some emotional support slashers and the premise was super cool too!! I was wondering if you were going to continue it, since it’s mark as complete but the last chapter had SUCH a cliffhanger!! Either way, I adored the story and thank you for writing it!!!

Hey, it's not dumb at all to express your feelings! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy My Saddest Journey. I know that I always have it marked as "complete" but I only have it that way because it's one of my more personal stories and I don't have a set schedule for updating it. While I'm flattered and grateful that folks enjoy My Saddest Journey, the truth is that I only wrote it for myself. It's to help with my own PTSD. "When" it will be continued, I cannot say. But "if" it will be continued, yes, I do plan on writing more for it in the future. Thank you again so much for stopping by, I'm glad you enjoy my story, and I hope you have many wonderful days ahead of you ❤️

Ok.... I may be lesbian but a lot of lesbians have the fictional exceptions

Your Jeffrey is so freaking cute omg,,, just thinking about how his coat would be so big and warm,,,, thanks to you I'm starting to really like this silly clown omg

Doing my Jeffrey Hawk victory dance after putting yet another soul underneath my irresistible clown spell! Thank you so much for giving love to our gruff but lovable big boy, I'm so happy that you enjoy my content with him!

And hey, I'm asexual but I still find Jeffrey attractive as hell ;)

It's been a hot minute since I've updated or posted anything. My inbox is packed and I have dozens of messages from friends. I'm very sorry that I've been neglecting my work. After moving across the country, I've had a lot of new experiences and little time to think about anything else. But I'm feeling the writing spirit come back to me. I can't make any promises about pace, but I am gonna try to message ya'll back, answer questions, and update my stories. Thank you so much for being patient and supportive. I love you all so much, you have no idea.

Now that I've had time to think about it, I feel silly for ever being afraid. I provide emotional support for my slasher followers while the R&M fandom provides support for me. Both accounts are equally special to me. I have faith that I won't be degraded for enjoying the things that I love.

Dude, all of your posts about people shaming themselves or being degraded simply for even mentioning Rick and Morty is making me wanna do a loyalty test on my slasher account. I have around 500 followers on there, and many of them have been wanting to know what my new favorite fandom is *cough* Rick and Morty *cough cough*. So should I do it? Should I reblog this on my slasher account and admit that YES I LOVE RICK AND MORTY, YA'LL!!! THIS IS ME. DEAL WITH IT! And then see how many unfollows and blocks I get?

Do it! It's a social experiment. Prepare yourself for the unfollows and smartass remarks, though.

Holy shit, holy fuck, holy shit, HOLY FUCK! You did it! You actually did it! For the first time I'm actually attracted to Albert dumb dumb, like HELP I'M HORNY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!?! WHAT IS HORNINESS, I'M ASEXUAL AND DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! HELP!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, CHIKA, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! 💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

That fuckin outfit.... It's official. I'm not going into work today.

Hey howdy hey my sweet chickadee. How's it going? I love you! 🥰❤️ Sorry... I'm overhyped because me finally moved into me new home :'D

So... I think I've finally got some courage built up to make a request. But, I have to warn you... It's kind of goofy...

Ever since I saw Albert Wesker, I always thought of Corey Hart and his song 'I Wear My Sunglasses at Night'. https://youtu.be/X2LTL8KgKv8?si=m0NDc-AOb4N3qBMl And I was wondering if you could possibly draw Wesker in Corey's exact outfit in that video please? 👀 The square sunglasses, pretty white shirt and tight pants. You could use a pose from the video or come up with your own, I don't care. I just think it would be funny to see him referenced to the one and only duck lips Corey Hart!

Hellooooo <3333 Sorry, that it took sooo long to get to answer this - but since it was *you* I wanted to put a lot of effort into this one - since this idea of yours is just waaaay too good and fun :3!!

I hope you like it👉👈 Here you go!! He wears his sunglasses at night!!

This is kind of a goofy vent post on the amount of BS going into making a Ghostface cosplay for ya'll. (You better know how much I love you 😑)

For the past three years, I have slowly and steadily been adding pieces to my absurdly overwhelming Ghostface cosplay. And now I've FINALLY got all the pieces together! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!

Here's what some of it looks like.

Like I said.... Overwhelming. And that's not even all of it! I left out the boots and jacket.

This cosplay is meant to be unique and fun. I've been wanting to do it literally for years. As you can see in the pictures, this outfit includes real weapons, a choker, leather gloves and harnesses- DO I SEEM LIKE THE TYPE OF PERSON TO WEAR A PHUCKIN' HARNESS?!?? (Again, the things I do for you... 😤)

I'm trying to make this a non-binary thing. Like so folks can view the cosplay as whatever character they want- Billy, Stu, Danny or whoever the heck they like most. I don't have the manliest body but I do think that the black clothing, jacket and knives will help add a sense of, I guess, intimidation to the outfit? I don't know. To add maximum non-binaryness, I even bought a booby-supressing-bra that's so tight that for every two minutes I wear it, five years is taken off my life, so yeah... The things I do for you..........!

I'm not gonna post the final cosplay pictures until Halloween. This entire outfit has cost me over $300, but I'm actually getting a lot of value out of the jacket and boots (the boots are really what cost me. They're Harley Davidsons). This is something I'm extremely anxious about but I really, really want to do it. I don't know if anyone will like it, but I'm having fun and the least I can do is hope that some of my viewers will find it entertaining as well.

Until Halloween, my pretties!

IT‘S HIS DAY!!

hello ! I love your writing, I've been a longterm reader (and a few of my headmates too lol) I wanted to say that I'm glad you're in a better situation ! I hope you can write what you love in the future, regardless of how the fandom reacts !

Hi @dogwood-sys! Thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it ❤️

I'm actually really beginning to enjoy myself in the slasher fandom. I'm finally opening up and I'm making posts just for sheer fun of it- posts that I've been wanting to make but never let myself because I was insecure. It feels so good to just express myself without feeling bad. And I think that opening up like this is bringing back my inspiration for my fanfics.

Your support and the support of many other friends and followers has really helped me push through a difficult wall, and you have no idea how grateful I am for wonderful, motivating people like you. Thank you ❤️