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Chucky Telling Jake About His Childhood:

Kid 1: Hey Charles, what’s up?

Kid 2: Hey Charles, cool binder!

Kid 3: Hey Charles, wanna come over to my house today?

Chucky *in the present day to Jake*: They all hated me.

Miscellaneous headcanons (❤️: positive ; 💔: negative)

Lexy Cross

-ONLY listens to don't fear the reaper when she's anxious or close to a panic attack. 💔

-developed thanatophobia after losing her mother, hence why she’s now so protective over Caroline and so aggressive about finding Caroline vs how she mostly ignored her in season one. She's afraid to lose her. 💔

-Her and Devon have their own little crime podcast (when they have time to run it vs run for their lives) ❤️

-Her and Jake tailor their own, and Devon’s outfits (when they have time) rather than buy pre-made clothing. ❤️

-Her and Caroline used to play ‘just dance’ and ‘Mario Kart’ she'd be bad at it on purpose so Caroline would win. ❤️

-when she was little, her and Michelle were very close. ❤️

Caroline Cross

-the only form of fruit juice she'll drink is grape gatorade ❤️

-owns a Disney decorated blanket ❤️

-her favorite movie is 101 dalmations, and she loved the live-action movie ‘Cruella’ ❤️

-owns tarot cards ❤️

-she does miss lexy, a lot. But she just doesn't want to show it. 💔

-pulls her hair and/or hits herself under massive stress/overstimulation 💔

-struggles with eye contact, unless she's talking to Lexy 💔/❤️(?)

-Has a pink rhinestone studded hoodie that Lexy made for her ❤️

-Smaller Caroline (early season one) took Chucky absolutely everywhere, even when her and her mother would just make a quick stop to a store, she insisted that she take chucky with her so she can ‘show him everything’ ❤️

-silently bitter at Chucky for killing Nathan, not so much Michelle 💔

Devon Evans

-scrapbooks every place that the trio goes, yes. even the white house, he put a little American Flag FROM the white house on a page ❤️

-owns a Polaroid camera ❤️

-Loves reading Stephen King ❤️

-his favorite horror movie is the first and third exorcist ❤️

-Devon tends to like wearing darker colors more, as that fits his more grunge aesthetic. ❤️

-makes digital art of himself, Jake, and Lexy. ❤️

-Devon use to always come over to help both Lexy and Caroline with their homework, he also likes to study with Lexy because they both write their study info with glitter pens. ❤️

-very patient and logical, thinks with his mind rather than his heart. ❤️

-only gets emotional or overwhelmed when he's by himself 💔

-not every night, but some nights he'll have dreams where he gets to talk to his mother, and she's his guardian angel when it comes to his decision making, which is why he's so calm despite the situation they're in ❤️

Jake Wheeler

-struggles with eye contact SOMETIMES 💔

-can't listen to much music, he's concerned that he'll accidentally stumble upon a favorite song of Junior, his dad, or Nadine and panic from guilt. 💔

-has to have some sort of white noise on when he sleeps, or he'll overthink 💔

-ambiverted socially ❤️

-initially really loved Lexy's fashion sense until she started bullying him in middle school, then his positive feelings dipped out of existence 💔

-didn't actually wanna kill Lexy, he was just so alone that he went along with the thought of it just so he'd have a friend (chucky); that was until he actually had the chance (Lexy dangling from the balcony of her home) 💔

-Jake and Lexy never actually made a sincere apology to each other, but they do love each other like family. And it'd kill either of them to see the other die despite their initial feelings towards each-other. ❤️

-makes the BEST date nights for him and Devon ❤️

-He owns a projector, Lexy decorated it with stickers ❤️

Alyvia Alyn Lind/Lexy Cross as a doll in Chucky Season 3

ngl I kinda had a feeling that at least one of them would become a doll at the end of the season and I was thinking Lexy at the time cause she was being a bit too nosey and despite the atrocious CGI, she still makes a cute marionette doll

Brad Dourif behind the scenes of CHUCKY 3.08

The first recruits of Chucky's cults are two autistic kids, I'm thinking that there's a pattern here 🤔

Enjoy my friends!!

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To celebrate Christmas this year, I decided to draw Jake and Junior as babies in a Xmas photo together (since in my chucky AUs they're adopted by Chucky and Tiff when they were babies), Junior was the holly in his hair (thanks to Tiff!) and Jake is the one who messed with the tinsel and got it in his hair

Yes, Chucky did take this photo and it's currently kept in one of his many, many prized family photo albums (as you can possibly tell by the handwriting on said photo)!

I really really hope you guys enjoy and Happy Holidays!!

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THIS TOOK FOUR DAYS FOR ME TO DRAW AND IM FINALLY FINISHED HOLY HELL!!!

But yeh, this is pretty much my version of the Ray Family according to my AUs/Interpretations of the Child's Play canon

Oh, and in this AU/s, Jake and Junior have been adopted by Chucky and Tiffany and are considered their sons and both consider each other brothers

Oh and John (the panda) is the chill uncle that lives in their house's attic and Eddie (the cat) poses as the Rays' family pet

Please do enjoy friends, hope the wait was worth it!!

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*chucky outside of Jake's house

Jake: CHUCKY, GET OFF MY LAWN!

Chucky: HI JAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

Jake: I LIVE HERE

Chucky: YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SPEAK UP

Jake: YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!

Chucky: WHAAAT?

Jake: YOU WON'T GET AWAY-

Chucky: WHAAAAAT?

Jake: YOU WONT GET AWAY-

Chucky: WHAAAAAT?

Jake: YOU, WONT, GET, AWAY-

Chucky: WHAAAAAAAT?

Jake: YOU WON'T-

Chucky: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

Canceling Chucky was the most ridiculous decision Syfy and Usa did, I just hope Don has a another trick up his sleeve but this still sucks. First, shows getting axed left and right, then getting removed, Fuck capitalism!

i would just like to bring attention to the fact that people on ao3 are making chucky tv series smut. about underage characters. and theres even a couple chucky x jake ones. which is disgusting. honestly, just the entire chucky tv tag is so gross(besides a few).

those are just a couple examples. just want to bring light to this.

Watching him live my life feels the same as watching him be given raunchy CPR by my boyfriend. Disturbing. Distressing. Devastating. It's been a whopping three months since Chucky took over my body and Devon and Lexy still haven't noticed that it wasn't me living with them. I try not to resent them for it.

   Those three words come to mind again: disturbing, distressing, devastating. I clench my fists, pacing the rough carpet as Chucky wraps an arm around Devon. The two of them are lounging on a sofa facing a TV screen. Technically I'm blocking the TV but only Chucky can choose to see me and so far all I've recieved is radio silence.

    Funnily enough, the other Chuckys seem to have gone the same route. It's been nothing but peaceful, agonizing silence. 

   They're planning something, I know they are. It feels like the quiet serenity before a massive hurricane. I know something is about to happen but theres nothing I can do, and nobody seems to care. Devon has his head on my shoulder (because it is mine, not his, mine). I can't help the sorrow that bleeds into my rage seeing him curled up with that doll. It's a disturbing sight. There's bile rising in my throat that I think must be psychosomatic because disembodied souls can't puke right?

    Devon laughs at something in the movie. Chucky hacks out a plastic imitation of my laugh. Devon- knowing me as much he does- sideeyes him curiously but doesn't voice it. Him and Lexy have been doing that alot since my possession. The doll says something weird, they look at me funny before looking at eachother before just going about their days as usual. I'm beginning to suspect they think I have that brain damage Timmy was talking about. 

   I feel sick just thinking about his name. I remember feeling drowned at for a while, like being underwater, then resurfacing to a terrified Timmy standing in front of me. He was shaking like a leaf, his big eyes darting around the abysmal perimeter of the spirit realm. 

   His eyes landed on me for a second before he walked away, his footfalls reminiscent of a zombies. He didn't need to say anything for me to know what I've done. That look in his eyes said everything. 

   The movie continues in silence for a while until Chucky starts to massage Devon's shoulder with my hand. I didn't realize my eyebrows could furrow any further. "What the hell..." It's weird but I don't think too much of it at first. Maybe Chucky is finally putting a little effort into imitating me. Then I see the doll dip it's head into my boyfriend's neck, laying a kiss.

    I don't feel my body moving, it's automatic. I'm screaming and gesticulating. Grasping at Chucky as Devon returns the kiss. I feel nauseous, I wanna puke but I have no throat. "Devon! Devon no, that's not me!" His caramel hands wrap around the dolls cherubic neck. Images barrage my head of me grabbing Devon's face and pulling his curls to deepen the kiss. It's a vile, aggressive clashing of tongues. I'm biting his lip, lapping at the blood that drips down, swallowing it.   

  Devon tries to pull away and my heart shatters as I see myself drag his head back by his hair and grabbing both sides of his face so hard I know it must hurt.

   There's blood and saliva being swapped between our mouths now, and Devons hands our clawing at mine. I feel myself- Chucky laugh. "Feisty, are we?" He chuckles. "You son of a bitch!" I'm crying now, my voice is cracked. I feel ununderwater again. Actually scratch that, I'm fucking drowning. Chucky laughs again, and this one sounds like me. I can't tell if it's from Devons struggling or my sobs. Either way my hatred has never been so visceral. 

   Chucky, me. Me, Chucky. I feel melded to him. One in the same. A horrific cronenburg monster in the body of a seventeen year old. We're horizontal now, our right hand keeping his still at the top of his head while the left keeps a bruising grip on his face. "Jake please, what the hell!?" He manages. I feel like there's nothing left of my heart to break. One piece is with Dad, one with Junior, Aunt Bree, Logan. Another couple with Timmy, Ms. Fairchild. 

   Each one just chipping away at Jake Wheeler until the boy fused with a demon in his own head is nothing but a hollowed out shell of himself. We're laughing that high-pitched, absolutely insane laugh and swallowing Devons tongue in a way that can't even be considered a kiss. Devon looks heartbroken, tears streaking his face as a look of recognition overtakes it. I feel our mouth start to speak. 

   "Starting to connect the dots now doll?" Our voice is a cocktail between Jake and Chucky's. His and mine lapped over eachother. "Chucky." He sounds mortified. He fights against our hold, pulling his face away from our grip. "You and Blondie really aren't the sharpest tools in the box are ya?"

  I think Devon is trying to go for intimidating but with the blood-saliva cocktail seeping from his mouth and his arms being restrained by ours, not to mention the complete and utter terror in his eyes- he's doing an admittedly shit job. 

   "You've been here this entire time." He drawls, the tears don't stop. We nod and lean down, planting a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth and licking at the cut we made. "Right under your noses." Our tongue slips back into Devon's mouth, swishing around and subduing his before we bite down again even harder than before. Devon shouts profanely, cursing us out. We dont answer, just laughing into his blood-drenched mouth.

    We can't tell when the fighting stops and the sobs begin but both only serve to ignite the heat swirling in our crotch. Our tongue dances across his face, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek. Devon shrinks back. We laugh, moving our mouth to his ear. "Don't worry doll, I don't bite." We whisper, before gnawing at his earlobe hard enough to invite a stream of blood. We slurp it up and whisper again, "Unless you want me to." 

  I feel us getting hard as we grind against Devons groin. Devon mutters something, we pull away slightly and I just know that our face looks like a lions after dinner, blood staining the chin. "What was that doll? I didn't get that." As we hover above my- our boyfriend, looking at the way the blood stains his face and the cuts I made that will inevitably scar. The fear and heartbreak that permeates his expression.

He looks gorgeous. 

   That's the only word for it. Gorgeous. Bordering on dollesque. A macabre masterpiece. Its now that we realize what the most pure expression of love is: sadism. All those deaths. Junior, Lucas, Logan, Bree. All the gore and the organs and the beautiful, addictive blood, all of it serving as an aphrodisiac. We lick our lips, savoring the taste of it. His blood. "What's wrong darling?" We buck against his torso, making a breath of air escape him that can't be mistaken for anything else a moan. 

    "Cat got your tongue?" Devon looks anywhere except into our eyes, which dance with glee. "Jake...please..." We lean in, grinning. Our mouth is above his, our eyes looking into his as our left hand is forcing him not to look away. For a moment all that can be heard is shallow breaths and his heartbeat. "We're in here dollface. Both of us." And none of us. The absolute horror that wracks his face is beautiful. We laugh louder than ever, louder than Timmy.

    Our hold on him tightens as we kiss him through the screams, biting him more and savoring the blood that results. The kiss is wet and savage, ruby fluid being swapped between our mouths with us occasionally licking the tears from his face or biting his ear again. "Hey dollface?" We don't expect a response and we don't get one, just more staring and crying. "Not feeling talkative? That's okay. What do you say we commemorate this precious memory?" 

    We snake our tongue into his mouth, tasting ever blood-soaked crevice of his tongue before pulling away with a trail of slimy blood between our mouths. We reach into our jean pocket, delightthe trepidous fear that fills Devons eyes. It overflows when we pull our a Swiss army knife. He shakes his head as much as he can through our grip. "Please Jake no, you're better than this." His voice sounds the best when it cracks like that. When the fear of death envelopes it.

  We switch open the blade and pull back until we're just straddling his waist. We keep his hands in one of ours and grind ourselves against him, harder than ever at the thought of what we're about to do. Pouting at his lack of an erection we smirk. "Aw, not getting off doll? Maybe we can remedy that." Our smirk widens at his screams as we pull his cardigan up. 

  "Jake no!" He shouts. "Stop!" We shake our head amusedly and switch out the blade, bringing it to his chest. "Don't worry dollface, this'll only hurt for a second." We drag the blade across his chest slowly and steadily, relishing his beautiful moans of agony. The most pleasurable sound one can make. 

   After a second we lean back to look at our masterpiece. A large, jagged J signed on his chest in a spectacular ruby color. Devon is wracked by sobs, his lips move but nothing comes out. "Having fun yet love?" He whines. "Yes? Great." We start the tip of the J before rising again to kiss him. This feels euphoric, better than sex. Being the proprietor of his pain is a trillion times more sensual than that of his pleasure. It's with this that I carve an A into his chest. 

   We lick the entire letter and let into Devons mouth in a kiss hindered slightly by our massive smile. "Halfway there doll." Devon gives me a look of unadulterated fear and "hate" that only serves to make him more stunning. 

   "Hey don't look so hurt dollface, this is a gift." We start carving the K as we keep our gaze on his. We drag the knife down his torso sharply, making him flinch. Our cock twitches against him and he looks at me with a rage and disgust that he knows isn't remotely intimidating. "You're so damn adorable when you're mad." We take stop for a moment to lay a kiss on his nose before continuing, utterly lost in the sounds of his pain. His love. 

   Five minutes go by that feel like complete heaven. We carve a letter into his chest, lap up the blood, kiss him then keep going. By the time we're done Devon's shouts have quieted. He just stares at us, his magnificent face decorated with tears and blood. We smile at him. "Isn't it beautiful, doll?" We look at our handiwork with a prideful smirk. Our name is carved across his chest jaggedly, little ruby pearls leaking down his chest.

   Beautiful. Perfection. The perfect symbol of their love. An immaculate way to show the world just who Devon Evans belongs to. Our lips consume his, blood and saliva mixing once more as we undo our belt. I'n not drowning anymore. I don't even feel like Jake anymore. Atleast not only him. The doll is there too. An amalgamation born out of blood and ecstasy. Love and violence. 

    We're a cronenburg.