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Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown Appreciation Post

I've been wanting to state my opinion about Jeffrey for a long time, so now I'm going to do it. But first I'm going to ask, "Why? Why do folks not want anything to do with Jeffrey?" That has been my question ever since the beginning when I started writing for the dbd fandom. Many writers/artists always answer the same way, and that's by using the excuse that Jeffrey is just a very terrible person. Well... I hate to break it out to everyone, but umm.... ALL of the killers are terrible people. For one to say that they don't want anything to do with Jeffrey because "he's a bad person" is pure hypocriticism. Ji-Woon, Michael, Herman, and Danny are good examples of popular killers who get lots of attention but are still sadistic, evil characters who have undeniably done terrible things, and yet folks still love them. To love one killer and hate another because they are "terrible" when both killers have done equally bad things is hypocritical.

I'm not saying that people have to like Jeffrey. Everyone is free to have their own thoughts and opinions. All I want is for people to stop being hypocritical. If someone doesn't want to write Jeffrey because of his appearance then they should simply say it, or not mention him at all because that would still be better than lying. When it comes to doing terrible things, Jeffrey is no different than the rest of the killers, especially the truly sadistic ones like Michael, Danny, Ji-Woon and Herman. Let's admit it together, right? They're all terrible!

Jeffrey doesn't have to be a killer that everyone likes. This post is simply me just being pitiful and wishing for something that most likely will never happen. I just hope that people can be more honest about how they feel, or at the least not say anything at all because it's depressing to those of us who do like Jeffrey. There's not a lot of content with him either, and the content we do get is mostly non-consensual and abusive, and the fact that that's how he's mostly written is disappointing to me. People can write however they want to. I just really hope we get some more inspirational content with this big, lovable Clown.

Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown taking care of a reader on their period.

He knew there was something up. Last night you had tossed and turned for hours on end, even going so far as to leave the bed and lay on the couch to "not bother him as much". Pfft. You should know better than to think that way. The only thing that bothered Jeffrey was when you made wrong and unnecessary assumptions about him. It was as if you expected the worst out of him. But he wouldn't get frustrated with you over this for he knew exactly what was going on.

Jeffrey had woken up before you, hauling himself out of bed to go fix breakfast and watch TV. He knew that, after such a difficult night, you needed the rest, and it was best to let you recuperate. The day could start later. However, on a trip to the restroom, he decided to stop and check in on you, his grey-blue eyes taking in the sight of your uncovered body bathing in the morning glow of sunshine penetrating through the curtains. You were so beautiful and cute, your mouth parted open, hair messy, arms strung out and feet tangled in the blankets. Your peaceful aura brought joy to his broken world.

He continued to gaze at you in simple admiration until the sight of something dark glistened within the morning sun. He huffed in suspicion and waltzed into the room, his eyes squinting as he looked down at the splotches of red in between your thighs. Oh boy. He sighed, noting that your underwear was soaked as well as the sheets beneath you. Welp, looks like you were going to be boss of the house for a while.

Minor aggravation coursed through Jeffrey's nerves as he quietly stomped off to start you a warm bath. He wasn't aggravated with you or the situation by any means, but he did have a feeling that this was going to be a problem for you. You were already so skittish, insecure and doubtful around him in general, constantly apologizing and panicking over the simplest things. Waking up to this? He just knew that you were probably going to freak out and overreact. You might cry too. Ugh... He hated seeing you cry.

After starting the water and grabbing a spare towel, Jeffrey returned to the bedroom and approached you on the bed. Carefully he seated himself on the mattress, his head turning back to take in your slumbering form. Dang it. He really didn't want to disturb you. He sighed, his hand reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey... Hey, bunny, wake up," He mumbled, stroking your cheek. "Wake up now."

"Mm?" Came your endearing reply, little, tired whimpers filling the air as you roused, eyes blinking open goofily. "Jeffrey?" You whispered, your sleepy tone just so adorable and sweet. He could eat you up in a heart beat.

"Hey bunny," He coughed a little while leaning down, his hand brushing your cheek before allowing you to take his hand, "How're you feeling?"

You blinked gorggily and hummed, your mouth opening with a yawn, "Mmm... Still tired." As you began to stretch, Jeffrey suddenly released your hand and went to place a palm on your thigh, stilling you into confusion, "What-"

"Try not to move too much, m'k?" He whispered in a somewhat hushed voice, his palms rubbing soothing circles into your thighs as he tried to pull a funny face, "I think the captain here's sailing 'cross the red sea."

"Huh?" You rasp in confusion at his confusing joke before the familiar terms hit you at bullet speed, and you were jerking yourself upwards far enough you could look down between your legs. And that's when the horror settled in.

"Now, now," Jeffrey began, pointing a firm expression your way before you started going haywire. "Don't you dare go off them rails, ya hear? This ain't nothin' to worry about, got it?"

"Oh no," You gasp, you're conscience overrun with mortification. You had started your period. You had started your period on Jeffrey's bed. How disgusting could you be? And he had caught you. He was right here in front of you witnessing it. Oh God, he must be furious. You had contaminated his personal belongings with your nasty human filfth, and now he was probably going to throw you out like the unleashed dog you were. "I... I..." Your eyes began to water.

"Damn it, (y/n), I said don't worry," Jeffrey sighed in visual frustration and stood up, his big arms lifting outwards towards you. "Up," He demanded, wiggling his fingers at you, "Come on."

"I-I'm sorry," You whined, one hand going to cover your eyes while the other clenched up in the sheets, "I'm so sorry..."

"For God's sake, quit apologizin'. I ain't mad; you know that," He grumbled, tossing the towel at you. "Here, wrap yourself with this. I got the bath runnin' for ya. Hurry an' get in there before it overflows."

You took the towel with a small speckle of uncertainty, your watery eyes looking at him with sad wonder. He wasn't mad? And he had made you a bath? You sniffled, your humiliated, terrified heart scrambling around in a ball of worry inside your chest. "Thank you, Jeffrey," You whisper, unable to face him as you grab the towel with shaky hands and go to wrap it around your waist. "I-I promise I-I'll clean this up. N-new sheets and everything, I promise, I-"

As soon as you stood up, Jeffrey pressed two fingers against your lips and wheezed, his scowl small yet teasing, "Do I needa' glue your mouth shut?"

You bowed your head at him in shame. Jeffrey sighed in huge exaggeration and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you and holding you against his side, "Quit mopin', alright? The only crime you've committed is raisin' my water bill."

You scoffed, glaring at him from where your face lay happily smooshed against his pecks. He chuckled and ruffled your messy hair playfully, "I need'a redecorate anyway. Same ol' sheets get boring to look at all the time."

"I really don't mind cleaning it up," You whimpered, gazing at your bloody mess with shame and misery, "I know I'm disgusting..."

"And I don't mind spankin' your ass ya say somethin' like that one more time," Jeffrey growled, glaring unhappily at you in the hopes that you would understand that he wasn't in the mood to tolerate your obnoxious doubts and insecurities. Whenever you looked away in further despair, he sighed, hugged you tight and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead. "Get in there b'fore the tub overflows. Leave your clothes on the sink. Got it, sunshine?"

"Yeah," You replied quietly, your body absorbing his tender affections as he held you close for a few seconds longer.

"Now scat," Jeffrey gave you a small push, ushering you away so that he could take care of the blankets and sheets.

Stuck in a cloud of humiliation, you followed his orders and went to the bathroom, abruptly turning off the facet water before shedding your shirt, shorts and underwear. You sat the stained clothing on the sink as he requested and went to dip yourself into the fresh, clean tub, loving satisfaction buzzing through you as you enjoy the soothing temperature. Jeffrey always knew just what you liked. You were lucky to have him.

"Wastin' my water..." Jeffrey sighed in exasperation as he entered the bathroom to grab your dirty clothes, his eyes lingering on your shy figure lying cozily in the tub. You were so damn beautiful to him, even on your bad days.

"Really?" You groaned, knowing that he was obviously teasing you. He was always cracking silly jokes, trying to make you feel guilty about random things you would never feel guilty about. Over the months you had grown used to it, simply rolling your eyes every time he teased, but you wouldn't deny the fondness you felt towards his ridiculous jokes.

Jeffrey chuckled and asked, "Want me to cook ya breakfast?"

You fumbled nervously, unconsciously feeling bad for nodding, "Yes please?"

"What'a ya want?" Jeffrey coughed, purposely playing around with your dirty underwear and earning himself an attack of water being flicked his way. "Hey, I said no wastin' water. Jesus, you're tryin' to ring me dry."

"Oh stop it," You bark, rolling your eyes. See? A tease. You smiled at him and requested what you desired eating for breakfast, your heart drumming with content as he agreed to have it ready by the time you got dressed.

Before he left the bathroom, he made sure that you had everything you needed. Clean clothes, pads, your hairbrush and a fresh towel. He also brought you a cup of your favorite morning beverage along with some menstrual medication. Later on he would go to the store to stock up on some more of your monthly needs, but you might have to write it all down on paper for him. He wouldn't make you go anywhere when you were feeling like this.

After you were finished with your bath, you got dressed and did your morning bathroom routine before making way for the kitchen, the sight of the fresh bed sheets sending a warm tremor through your heart. How could you ever want for anyone greater? Did a greater person exist? The smell of breakfast outlined your precious feelings as you wandered into the kitchen, your fingers pressing together over your aching belly as you approached the man sitting at the dining table.

"Feelin' better?" Asked Jeffrey, his mouth twitching as he took one last drag off a cigarette before crushing it in the ash bowl.

"Mhm, thank you," You almost came close to apologizing again but paused immediately on account of the fact that Jeffrey did not like it when you apologized too much. So you settled for walking up beside him, your hands going to wrap around his shoulders, your face forming into a pout, "My tummy still hurts."

"Well tell it to stop," Jeffrey wheezed while waving the lingering smoke away as he pulled you close to him, one large hand slipping up the front of your shirt.

You instantly uttered a deep, quiet moan of bliss, the feel of Jeffrey's large, warm, magnetizing hand rubbing your tender, aching flesh causing your toes to curl in bodily satisfaction. It felt so good. You sighed, hugging him against your chest, your throat nearly purring from how good it felt, the love he gave you. He kissed your neck, his hot breath sending a shudder through you.

"Darn thing, makin' me waste all this water and gas," Jeffrey grumbled, chuckling whenever you pushed on his head a little in frustration. "Can't even watch my favorite show. Know why?"

"Because I'm dis-"

"Cause I already got it right here in my arms," Jeffrey cut you off, one arm tightening around you in a manner of fondness, love and protection. "Best show I ever did see." You melted at that, your body sagging into him as if you were perfectly molded for each other. Inside your chest your heart fluttered in madness, consumed by the loving attention he continued to shower you with.

Jeffrey finished cooking you and himself breakfast, continously teasing and making ridiculous jokes. You were beginning to feel better although the aches and pressure still greatly lingered. Eating helped a bit, but the cramps restrained you from properly enjoying the delicious meal. A few times you had complained up until the point Jeffrey grabbed your mostly empty plates, scraped them and threw them in the sink before dragging you to the living room sofa, and from there he proceeded to do one of your favorite things ever.

Once Jeffrey had the TV turned on to his desired channel, he grabbed his soda and sat down on the couch, steadily reclining back into the beat-in cushions. From there he gazed up at you and shook his head in confusion, his arms gesturing you forward. "Well come on," He ushered.

Blushing, you timidly walked forward, your body erupting with a small tremor of excitement as you stopped before him. Gazing away, you carefully put a knee on the couch on one side of his thigh before quickly following suite with the other, straddling his strong thighs between your own smaller ones. "That's it, bunny," Jeffrey rubbed the back of your head, his hands gently coaxing you into leaning against him.

And you did.

With a happy whimper, you leaned forward, your belly and chest pressing against Jeffreys and leaving you with just enough room to lay your head against his thick, warm pecks. And yes, it was precisely as amazing as it sounded. Forget hot water bottles. Forget heating pads. Forget massager guns. Why would you need any of those things when you had literally all you could ever want and more right here?

You sighed pleasantly, your cramps feeling significantly less destructive while being snuggly pressed against him. "I gotcha," He whispered against the top of your head, kissing you as his hands caressed and massaged the areas of your body he knew often ached the worst. "I gotcha."

And he would always have you.

Personally, I think one of the reasons why Jeffrey is so unsettling to people is because of his eyes. In the game his eyes are pitch black. Heck, it even unsettles me a little. But with concepts like this lovely fanart right here, I think it's easy to create small changes to make him seem more humane. I mean, look at his eyes! They're so pretty! And he's so handsome! I hope more people open up to him.

who knows what this sick bastard is thinking..🤔😳💦

I just got this comment on one of my archive fics, "pls stop righting jeffrey i hate him n he ruins your fics."

🤚And now I am going to solemnly swear to always write Jeffrey as the reader's best friend or as a potential love interest in every single dbd story that I write. Thank you very much and have a good day.

Bio

Hello lovely person reading this. My name is Weirdo and I'm, as the name implies, a weird author who greatly enjoys writing weird things.

-A little bit about me

I was born in 2001.

I'm asexual.

I live in the USA.

I identify as non-binary but feel free to reference me as any gender you'd like.

Ethnicity? I guess I'm an Irish American.

On Tumblr I probably won't write any kind of sexual content.

If violence is involved in a story and/or drabble then I will tag it and leave a note at the beginning.

I do not take requests.

I am willing to take ideas, but I can't promise how or when I would use the material.

On this account you can mostly expect content about slashers, villains and bad guys. I love creating drabbles and ideas with reader inserts covering topics such as past trauma, mental illness, disability, suicide, sexuality, grief and other lively struggles. What I do is turn the bad guys into protective, strong, emotional supporters who will fight for the readers at any costs. Lots of angst, comfort and love.

My intention is to create an environment where my viewers can connect with the reader-inserts and each other and feel a sense of comfort, understanding and reassurance. No one in this world is alone. I also try to justify the bad guy characters, give them more humanity and consideration so that they can be better emotional supporters.

And I believe that's pretty much it. Welcome to Weirdo's turf. Have ideas to share? Questions to ask? Want me to check out one of your stories and/or artworks? Or maybe you just wanna talk and get something off your mind? Well then don't be afraid to shoot me a message. My door is always open here.

You can't look at this and tell me that you don't want to hug him.

well here they are uwu

you x clown💖

My weird, personalized killer tier list (for fanfiction)

I pretty much love all the killers. I just created this for fun.

Whyyyyyyyyyyy does this gorgeous beast have to be fictional? You can't marry fiction! *sobs*

Eyes of a serial killer sketch😁

Hello, I have been following your work for a long time, and every time I read your fan fiction with a sinking heart. The way you convey emotions, feelings, character of the characters is just perfect! And I have read your "My Saddest Journey" more than five times.

I would like to ask, if it's not difficult for you, to write some Headcannons on this fan fiction.

I'm not insisting, sorry in advance for the trouble, I'm just a little in love ❤️

Hi murmiss. I would like to say, first, that I am sorry for denying your request in the beginning. "My Saddest Journey" is a very sensitive topic for me and when I'm asked about it I tend to get emotional. But! I decided to go ahead and provide you with some headcanons. I hope they satisfy you.

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First: How do Frank, Ji-woon and Danny feel after everything that happened?

Well they all feel differently. Ji-woon is mostly in the fog and doesn't think much about it. Frank is pouty and very grudgemental towards the reader for a number of reasons, and he may stand to cause some unfortunate trouble in the future. As for Danny- oh, Danny. After seeing how bad the reader has it- and after having a private, sneaky conversation with them- he develops an attraction towards them, a desire to protect them and claim them as his own. But too bad! The reader doesn't like him. Can he fix that though? We'll see.

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How does papa Evan feel?

After seeing just how bad the reader is effected, Evan asks Freddy to share what memories of theirs he witnessed, and he realizes a few things. (Plus Herman gave him a very lengthy lecture about how he would wrestle him if he was mean to the reader again). Evan will want to right his wrongs and get to know the reader better.

But do you know how difficult that will be? The reader does not trust him at all. In fact they're so scared to go around him that they more or less entice the Dredge to show up thus causing more bad memories and chaos. Evan is going to have to approach this reader as if they were an abused cat. (Gentle Evan is the best Evan). Once he can get them to talk and share their similarities, there will be fluff and comfort.

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The reader opens up faster to the father figures than they do the love interests. This is meant to be practical and funny, but also an indicator of their trauma. Let's use Herman for example because he's head over heels for the reader, and he really is trying his hardest to charm them, but all he gets is polite, cold shoulders in response. And then there's Evan and all he has to do is pat their head and they instantly melt into his arms. Screw you Evan! Kidding, we love our papa bear.

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The introduction of Wesker. This will happen much later on but it will be big. Not only will we get to see a completely different side of the reader, but so will Wesker who pretty much gets his arse beat during a trial with them. He's obviously interested after that and wants to learn more about them. The reader picks up on his naughty energy and politely tells him off, but Wesker relents until the reader more or less snaps and humiliates him. "Look, I don't find you attractive, ok? Now please leave me alone. You are making me uncomfortable."

Sucks to be you, Wesker. Can you see Herman smirking in the background? Oh yes you can. Don't worry though, he's not finished. Wesker always gets what he wants. Right?

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Micheal being an overprotective, possessive goof. After learning just how sweet, modest and caring this reader is, he can't help but to stake his claim. "Go away. This is MY traumatized hooman. Get your own." Oh Michael... But Michael's kindness and gentility will help the reader relax and open up in many ways.

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Ok, this headcanon is one I'm not quite sure if I'll use or not, but I thought it was funny so I'll go ahead and share. It's called the "lift" experiment. Basically the killers want to see if carrying the sad survivors will keep the Dredge away. For example, Michael holding the reader bridal style in his arms for an hour.

This idea is meant to be purely silly, but it could also help the reader open up to touch. Like a trust exercise. I was going to use the biggest boys for it, and some of them fight over who can carry the reader because the reader is modest, quiet and sweet and won't cause them trouble. Who will get to them first, you know? Lol, it's just a silly thought. You guys can tell me if it's worth writing.

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Then we have Jeffrey and Caleb who will be the group that the reader is officially placed in next. And those two will be the ultimate father figures. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Jeffrey also knows which other killers' like the reader romantically and purposely makes them jealous by openly cuddling the reader in public or giving them kisses on their forehead and stuff like that. Let's not forget how insanely protective these two killers are. Eeeek! I can't wait to write them, but it's honestly going to be a while and I'm very slow updating that story.

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There's some headcanons. I hope you enjoyed. Again I apologize for being sensitive. I hope you're doing well and have an amazing day ❤️

Just wanna say I love the way you write, Jeffrey!! Your fics were the main reason I actually fell in love with this dude!! <33

Thank you so much, infinitewhore! I'm so happy that you enjoy my version of Jeffrey ❤️

I'll share a funny secret with you... Every single time, literally, that a friendly viewer admits that they love Jeffrey, I stand up and I do a victory dance. Doesn't matter where I am. I dance. Because our beloved clown boy is getting the love he deserves with the added bonus that my wonderful viewers are also happy :)

Much love to you, my dear. I hope you have a wonderful day!

I'm seeing all the Jeffrey love directed at you and here I am sending more your way. XD I absolutely your fluffy stuff with that big tubby clown and I swear it's a big inspiration for me writing that goof.

*Totally not me doing my victory clown dance* lol!

Hi lettherebemonsters! I know you're in the clown business as well and it's so nice to know that there are others beginning to write Jeffrey more. I kind of feel lonely some times being one of the only authors who writes him. And I highly encourage you to create more content with whatever characters you love if it makes you happy ❤️ Thank you so much for your love and support! I hope you are doing well.

I think for a comeback, I'm gonna kick off with a brand new slasher story before I update Miracle of The Moonlight. (Warning: in this post I share minor details of my life that may be considered disturbing).

To be completely honest, one of the reasons why I wrote most of my stories the way I did (overly dramatic and full of trauma) is because that's all I knew life to be. I dealt with all kinds of bad people and situations that overwhelmed my life with negativity. So I tried to create positivity and comfort by writing my stories.

However, the new state I live in has provided me with a wholesome, safe, unbelievably kind environment that I could never be more grateful for. I love retail jobs, but the last retail job I had in AR I got stabbed nearly to death outside of the store, so after that I had to work in a secured factory for my own safety. But now I'm back in retail and I'm LOVING it. I'm loving my new home so much that I'm getting ideas from it.

So, for this new story idea, I am gonna base the plot a bit off my own environment (which is literally nothing new, lol). There is going to be mega canon-divergence, basically like an AU. Dbd characters will also be used. And we're gonna make a HUGE change- and this is something that I've wanted to try for a long time. Like in my slasher father drabbles, I'm gonna write the killers as good guys. Feel free to hate me all you want. I'm done trying to fit in.

The plot for this story has been inspired by the horror stories I've heard from countless people about the winters here. And it's also been inspired by the incredibly kind, loyal customers that I get. Here's the gist-

Summary: A blizzard is getting worse and worse outside. The radio station has put out an alert for an emergency city shutdown. People are to go home immediately. But you're stuck in the building along with several other people taking shelter from the storm. It's too rough to go outside. The doors are stuck open. It's getting cold. You need to stay calm and get warm. Luckily there are some strong people there to help.

Of course, as you probably can imagine, the strong people are the slashers. Just imagine the safety, admiration and warmth you would feel if they were to help? This story literally has no trauma in it besides the blistering cold I guess. It's just a fluffy, sweet, heartwarming one shot. I've been feeling so happy and I love my little coal miner customers so much that I couldn't help but to feel inspired.

All I can hope for now is that you may possibly enjoy my new story, my loves ❤️

My favorite slashers.

I know it probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but I've always wanted to make a list of my top favorite slashers and why I love them. I feel like some of the ones I listed won't surprise you, lol. In fact, none of them will. I'm very predictable. Now if I made a list of killers I actually dislike writing- that might actually surprise you.

1). Jason Voorhees

Baby boy!

I love Jason because of his character development. I've literally only written him in like three stories, but the amount of growth that he undergoes is incredibly fun to write. I'm also a sucker for physical flaws, so I think his appearance is really beautiful and cute. His backstory is heartbreaking- I probably sympathize with him the most out of any of the killers. Even without altering his personality, he just seems so much like the kind of person to want to grow and make changes (If he had the right person in his life), and I just really think he's a sweet character.

2). Freddy Krueger

Hey look! It's Jason's husband!

A Nightmare on Elm Street was the very first slasher movie I watched and it's pretty much the only slasher movie that I like. I love Freddy because his past abuse as a child is something I greatly relate to (abusive dads suck ass, bro). Of course I pretend like Freddy is not a pedophile or a rapist because that's just not fun. But altering his personality and writing him in my stories is something I've found to be an extreme joy. He's my favorite killer to write in the slasher dad drabbles. And he makes me happy.

3). Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Pinny! My sweetest sweetheart of all sweethearts!

For Elliot, I kind of have little explanation. I think I fell in love with him because he has an obedient, submissive side to him, plus self control. The way he made the agreement with Kirsty in the movie without lying was attractive to me for some reason. His power is very interesting and unique and I've really, really enjoyed being able to mingle with it. Broadening his personality has been fun and I love using him to make other killers jealous and/or submissive. And he's adorable and sweet! Seeing Pinhead just naturally makes me feel giddy inside.

4). Herman Carter

Oh! There he is. Prince charming. The one we all expected to see sooner.

My version of Herman Carter is a character that I've grown to both love and be proud of. My altering of his personality is what brought my dbd stories to life. Every time I write him for the first time in my stories, I feel like I'm playing choir music in the background as if I'm introducing an epic character. And I love it. I enjoy it. Writing Herman is fun. His personality is so kind, charming, considerate and modest and just everything good. And that makes him one of the funnest characters for me to write. Plus I'll never forget how he was one of the first killers who I turned into an emotional supporter. When I wrote the first chapter of When a Survivor Bullies, it was such a wonderful moment because that's when something beautiful was born. Emotional support slashers.

5). Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase

The one everyones tired of me constantly hyping about!

Like Herman, I'm proud of how my version of Jeffrey turned out, and it makes me SO HAPPY when viewers admit to liking him. When I first got into dbd there was literally no positive fics with him. It seemed like everybody hated him, but not me! I'm the fuckin' king at making the biggest bitches likable! Jeffy wudn't even a challenge. Lol, but no seriously, Jeffrey is fun to write. I gave him a personality that's funny, teasing, irritating and caring while still staying true to his finger kinks. Also, I love his appearance. Hey, obese people are awesome and smexy!

6). Evan MacMillan

Sir papatron! The fictional dad of all dads!

As you can probably guess, I love Evan because I pretty much constantly write him as a overly stressed out dad. He's been both a good guy and an ass-hat in many of my stories. His personality is flexible and I find it rather simple and enjoyable to write. We have a lot in common when it comes to our fathers and broken jaws (again, abusive dads suck!) I just love writing him as the overwhelmed pops who just wants to do good but needs sleep and has way too much responsibility. Writing him in My Saddest Journey? Sooooooooo therapeutic <3 I love my papa.

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 ;)

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 ❤️

I think it's time for another Jeffrey appreciation post/art reblog. Just look at this handsome man! Such a wonderful masterpiece! 😍

Jeffrey at the diner

he’s looking for potential victims too

Hey there! I'd like to personally thank you for making Jeffery Hawk my worst (favorite) hear me out, and basically curing my coulrophobia lmao.

I'd also like to thank you from the standpoint of a fellow writer for inspiring me~~ I am absolutely gonna write for Kenny whether my viewers like it or not

This is how I looked when I danced at work, because (no matter where I am- a funeral, in bed, at the store, at work or mediating), if someone says they love Jeffrey, I dance. Face it, no one can resist my clown spell!! Kidding. I'm really happy that you enjoy content with Jeffrey- glad to be of service! Lol. ❤️❤️❤️