#rusty's oc: vincent

[the-whispers-of-death]

im still thinking about mafia boss!kali... he's been around for a grand total of like 3 times but i adore him deeply.

that, and demon!butcher is in my brain. he's staring at his husband and he wants attention, but alas, he's also fucking busy right now. curse paperwork and whatever it is that he does </3

Mafia Boss!Kali: I'm here!

Devil!Stone: I'm also here.

Sorry, Demon!Butcher. I'm going to give myself some peace and push down Devil!Stone. He's no longer here.

Mafia Boss!Kali has been trying to get attention ever since Mafia Boss!Stone and Mafia Boss!Butcher have been dating. He's just like "I can't get a boyfriend either?" He's feeling left out.

But also, unfortunately, he's staring at Vincent. Who I'm pretty sure is dead in this AU but would be a terrible romantic partner even if he was alive.

[cl0wnwormzz]

Hey! I'm going to start writing headcanons and maybe oneshots

Ok so, I got the notification that my blog turned 3 years old on September 17th, and I've never really written anything lmao 😭 I wanted to start writing canon x reader to entertain myself and maybe revive some fandom. Btw sorry if my English sucks, it’s not my first language Here are the things I'm going to write about:

spider-verse splatoon sweet tooth (netflix show) slashers (jason, bubba, vincent sinclair, hannibal, predator, charles lee ray, billy lenz and maybe more) Sally face She-ra Dorohedoro Rusty lake FNAF security breach MHA Sky cotl Cookie run kingdom Error143 John doe Gravity falls Fran bow Little nightmares (i just write platonic stuff for the kids) Undertale The legend of aang/korra Adventure time Kipo Hilda Detroit: Become Human Playdead Inside

EDIT

Here are more fandoms!

The hollow (netflix show)

Gorillaz

Pigpen (webtoon) plz do request for minu fics

Don’t hug me, i’m scared

Salad fingers

Over the garden wall (the beast 😻)

Invader zim

Mandela catalogue

Stardew valley

Little misfortune (for morgo ofc, and for misfortune in a not romantic way)

You can ask me to write stuff about any character from any of those fandoms! By the way, I'm feeling more comfortable writing headcanons, I'm not that good with one-shots but I'll try to do them too 🩷

THINGS THAT I CAN DO:

Canon x reader

Headcanons

Oneshots (but i’m really bad at then lmao)

Fluff

Angst (but it will probably end with a happy ending, I'm a crybaby)

Smut headcanons

Comfort stuff

LGTB/Queer reader or character!

Autistic reader, we NEED more of those

THINGS THAT I CAN’T WRITE:

Canon x canon

Canon x oc. Sorry, I'm afraid of reflecting badly on your oc lmao

Non-con

Big age cap

I will not write nsfw for child characters like gus from sweet tooth or fran from franbow. If you like that stuff go to therapy pls 🩷

Any weird fetish involving bodily fluids 😭

Yandere stuff

This isn't something I don't do, but writing a fem reader isn't my favorite thing (obviously I'll do it if someone asks for a fem reader) so don't be surprised if almost every post I make has a gn reader!

Well, I think it's already clear what kind of things I will NOT write, so I'm not going to put anything else so as not to make this too long lmao

Well, that's all! Please make a request, I need something to do 😭

[dexxymations]

★ ABOUT TIME I GET TO MAKING AN INTRO POST !

DEXTER / JOEL , he / him 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 TAKEN 9/21/2023 !! BY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE !!!!!!!!

QNA BELOW !!

꩜ MAINLY OC ARTIST , BUT WILL DRAW FANDOM FANART ! LIST OF INTERESTS :

⌗ FNAF , CRY OF FEAR , FAITH: THE UNHOLY TRINITY , RESIDENT EVIL 7 & 8 , SPLATOON , VINCENT: THE SECRET OF MYERS & THERAPY WITH DR. ALBERT KRUEGER , DANDY’S WORLD , PIZZA TOWER , LET HIM GO , DEAD BY DAYLIGHT , SANRIO , RICK AND MORTY , INSIDE JOB , THE LAST OF US , THE MANDELA CATALOGUE , THE WALTEN FILES , MARY SHELLEY’S 1818 FRANKENSTEIN , THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE , BRAM STOKERS DRACULA .. and maaaany maaany more .. the rest are usually niche interests though ..

ART MADE BY ME WILL BE TAGGED WITH #Dexxymationsdoodles as of the day I post this intro ..

꩜ 16, MY BDAY IS 11/15 !! 🎉🎊 I am Hispanic Latino .. 🇦🇷🇵🇷🇨🇺 eng/esp .. though my Spanish is quite rusty .. </3

꩜ I USE IBIS PAINT X (paid) AND MY FINGER TO DRAW MOST OF THE TIME !! I never dabble in other drawing programs as I’ve used Ibis paint X for several years now ..

꩜ ART TRADES (outside of Artfight..) AND COMMISSIONS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED , but I will update this post whenever those do get opened !! ^_^

★ ”WHAT SHOULD I EXPECT TO SEE ON YOUR PROFILE ?” Allow me to answer several questions below this .. vvv

MY ART MAY FEATURE/DISPLAY THEMES/MENTIONS OF THE FOLLOWING:

⌗ artistic nudity ⌗ blood ⌗ gore + graphic wounds ⌗ self harm (fresh and/or healed) ⌗ mentions of taboo subjects ⌗ sexual themes ⌗ display of kinks ⌗ suggestive ⌗ mentions of fetishes ⌗ mentions of violence ⌗ mentions of abuse ..

Almost all of my art should, and will be tagged with the proper “tw (blank)” tags for clarity! Others may also have tags but then have the “click to read more” option if it’s something more graphic or suggestive. My go-to age rating for my art and content in general is 16+, while others may need the 18+ warning applied. It all just depends.

꩜ I REBLOG/SHARE OTHER’S ART ON THIS ACCOUNT !! THIS ACCOUNT ISN’T STRICTLY FOR MY OWN ART !! ^_^ so expect some spam here and there, specially if I fixate on interests really hard !!!!

That’s pretty much it for what you might see on this account ..

★ YIPPEEEEE I’ll add more to this intro if I have to .. or remember anything else that I’ve forgotten to mention ..

[foolish-gaymer]

CREDITS TO: @draconicgraphics

Villain and violent

Infant and Innocent

List of muses for those who have not seen Google sites:

TESTING: Bobby, All of my DSMP Muses, Q!Misclickduo (Q!Mariana and Q!SlimeCicle), C!,K!,Q!Quackity, Q!Philza/Phoenix, Q!Luzu, Q!Foolish and Q!Tubbo. Bluey: Bandit Heeler, Stripe Heeler, Radley Heeler, Bob Heeler and Rusty Kelpie.

Big Hero 6:

Tadashi Hamada.

DSMP: Fundy, C!Foolish/Félix, C!Tommyinnit, C!Ghostbur/Salvatore, C!Wilbur/Revivebur/Callum, C!Philza, C!Quackity/Drake, C!SlimeCicle/Stephan and C!Tubbo/Tucker.

Fuller House:

Jimmy Gibbler

Gravity Falls:

Dipper Pines.

Heartstopper:

Nick Nelson Karmaland: K!Luzu/Lance, K!Quackity/Sage K!Maximus/Sapo Peta/Madsen, K!Rubius, K!Vegetta/Vincent and K!Willy/Gabe. Life Is Strange: Sean Diaz.

Pokemon:

Ash Ketchum.

QSMP:

Q!Acau/악어, Q!Bobby, Q!Chayanne, Q!Cellbit, Q!Etoiles, Q!Foolish, Q!Fit, Q!Germán, Q!Luzu, Q!Maximus, Q!Mariana, Q!Missa,Q!Philza/Phoenix, Q!Quackity, Q!ElQuackity/Dolion, Q!Roier, Q!SlimeCicle, Q!Samuel (OC), Q!Tubbo, Q!Trump/Theo, Q!Vegetta, Q!Willy and Q!Wilbur/Sean.

Shera:

Bow.

The Dragon Prince:

Callum. The Owl House: Hunter.

The Walking Dead Game:

Lee Everrett and Duck.

[sinabunzie]

Hello & Welcome!

My name is Sin and welcome to my blog! I mostly draw and write about my oc's (although I'm rusty as heck for both.)

Since this blog is just for fun and doing things I enjoy and will mainly center around yandere stuff.

feel free to ask me & my oc's anything or draw my oc's as long as you credit me, I would also love to see it if you do!

Hope you enjoy your stay here!!! ^v^

OC's / Links

💛 Iezeal the fallen angel cult leader

💛 portrait

💛 introduction story

💚 Carnifaix the mafia boss

💚 portrait

💚 introduction story

🤎 Vincent the synthetic doll maker

🤎 portrait

🤎introduction story

💙Vio the octopus siren

💙portrait

💙introduction story

<stay tuned for more>

Heads up some of the posts don't show up under their main tags

[wackapedia]

Comeback-ish

Hi guys!

Its been exactly nine months since I last posted a story on this blog. I'm still here, trying (albeit struggling) to write for the fandoms we love. Over the past few months I've tried my hand with writing for OCs just for exercise but I still feel like I'm all rusty. But I know this space is full of love and consideration that you wouldn't really mind having a different flavor every now and then.

With that being said, I'll do my best to come back to writing for the fandoms very soon. I don't have a new obsession lately so I might come back to some fics that I left hanging. As an appetizer, I'm going to share with you my old fics from various fandoms posted on this blog with a little bit of background as to what was going on with my life, and how it served as a prompt for me to come up with the said story. I'll try to keep it lighthearted, I promise!

Wackapedia Diaries

Fandom: The Last Kingdom | The Lady Of Devon Sihtric x Reader x Finan

I wrote this as an escape. I know a lot of us always craved that 'i need to disappear right now' vibe at some point. When things blew over during this period in my life, I realized that a lot of people would be sad if I did disappear. It didn't stop me from thinking that way but somehow this felt like blowing off the steam that was building at during this time.

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick | Until I Found You (Bob Floyd x reader)

This was based on a real experience I used to get with my crush. Whenever I'm around them, it feels like a lovesong is playing inside my head. It always makes me hum or sing along and I've daydreamed a few times that they'd hear me singing or humming and maybe start a conversation.

Fandom: Swann Arlaud | Remnant (Vincent Renzi x reader)

Again, themes of isolation and solitude. When I watched the movie, I thought I could just live in that lovely cabin and then Sandra's husband just had to ruin it Maybe its some sort of a call for help whenever I'm wanting to be alone, hoping someone would distract me from the internal noise and worries of being an adult.

Fandom: House Of The Dragon | Stay (Aemond X reader)

This is based on my real actual father issues and abandonment. I don't want to trauma dump too much but the most heartbreaking scene in the flashback of this fic was a legit real experience I had. The end also somehow is a projection of my anxiety that no one really stays for another person- (I'll save you the rest of this tangent, this was an entire 2 pages in my journal btw)

So there you have it! I don't know where I was going with this massive text, maybe i'm just talking to the void, maybe i had too much free time, maybe i'm trying to escape reality again but I hope you'll enjoy re-reading my old stuff because new stuff is coming real soon! Please inbox me if you want me to prioritize something from any fandoms you and I stan. Actually, maybe I'll soon start taking requests!

I hope you guys are taking care of yourselves! 🤍🩷

[luukeskywalker]

last line tag game

thank you @littleladymab for the tag! (here's a link to their post 🫶)

i finally actually have something to share for once 😅 this was an exercise that got, uh, out of hand but i still really love it 🥰

The taste of his own blood didn’t really bother him. He’d had nosebleeds before, and when he was a kid he’d always lick his papercuts – he’d thought it would clean them out, based on some books he was reading at the time. It was a bad habit that maybe (maybe) he still carried with him.

Kissing Vincent after a feeding was like all of that combined. It was a rusty, nostalgic flavor, coupled with the languid, easy kisses of a beautiful monster, and even though logically he knew this was dangerous, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed it.

How easily he was beginning to crave it.

Some badass vampire hunter he was.

(these are my OCs, isaac and vincent! they are currently doing cartwheels in my brain)

consider this an open tag to anyone who wants to share their work!

[the-whispers-of-death]

i think ive got residue assassin!stone in my head because i had a dream where i got an ask from you that was basically just "yeah he wants to suck off vincent" and i woke up being SO sure it was an actual ask i read and needed to answer but. nope. it wasnt. (i hope.) but im burdening you w that mental image anyways

Assassin!Stone: ...

Me: Don't say it.

Assassin!Stone: Dream!Me knew what he wanted. And I do want to suck off Vincent.

Sigh. Now he's thinking about it. Thank God Vincent is straight.

RIP to you for getting that dream though.

[slxsherwriter]

My Nanowrimo fic line up so far:

Otis Driftwood x Werewolf reader part 3

Rusty Nail x reader part 2

Michael Myers x reader request

Abner Honeywell x reader

Abner Honeywell x reader soulmate AU

Omegaverse Frank x reader part 2

William Colcott x Selina Colcott (OC)

Darryl x reader part 2

Luigi Largo x repo reader part 3

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang x reader soulmate AU

Doom-head x reader soulmate AU

Vincent Sinclair x reader soulmate AU

Leslie Vernon x reader

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Zach Garrett x reader

Ethan Belfrage x reader

Chop-Top x reader

Jason Voorhees x reader soulmate AU

I was not inspired but a soulmate au writing prompt or anything....

Still time to send something in if you have an idea!

[elvenbeard]

from the oc ask game:

7. favorite animal? why? 13. what languages do they speak? how fluently? 29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)? 34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

for Vincent of course 😊

Thanks so much for asking!! :D a lot of these are already answered, but I'll copy paste them here anyway :D

7. Favorite animal? why?

Nibbles of course! No but in reality I think... this wouldn't have been something Vince ever put a lot of thought into actually. He has favorite cars, favorite tech brands, favorite films and games and all that, but he's not necessarily a very outdoors-y, nature-loving guy. I think the topic of "I want a pet" would've come up at some point when he was younger, but his parents didn't see this as a wish worthy of pursuit. Even though his family was well-off when he was a kid, a cat or dog as status symbol wasn't really a priority either, and so that remained unfulfilled. I think Vince would've always liked cats though due to their resilience (given the convo with Takemura on that topic during Gimme Danger), their sneakiness, elegance, their free will and attitude. All that applies to Nibbles in a way, too, she has been fending for herself on the street pretty well despite not really having a steady home, and I think in that aspect Vince can see some of his own struggles as a young adult reflected. So yeah, Nibbles XD And overall probably cats, cause they're the only animals really present in his world as he grew up.

13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

He grew up bilingual with English and Japanese, although in the age of auto-translators his Japanese is getting a bit more rusty as time goes on. In the case of a complete and utter failure of his tech though he'd still be able to hold a normal conversation and understand his conversation parter(s). Since his parents had a corporate career in mind for him, he went to pretty prestigious schools and over the course of his school education learned a few other languages, but those were never super interesting to him (cause, y'know... auto-translators). He's retained some basic knowledge in French, Mandarin, and Russian, and with how multicultural of a city Night City is he also picked up a few phrases here and there that he understands without translator, but none of that is fluent speaking material.

29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

The element I could see for him the most is fire. He's a bit of a hothead, even though he can hide it well if he needs to. He's a very passionate person, in general, as well as about the people and things he cares for. Someone who can light up a room and make all heads turn, who burns bright and inspires, but who you should also be very careful about playing with. In his own ways he can be quite ruthless and merciless, he'd have no qualms about utterly destroying and ruining the life of someone who wronged him or his loved ones. He's a force to be reckoned with.

34. How would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Tying this in a bit with my previous points on Vince's lying habits... this highly depends on who he's describing himself to. Potential new client? "I'm the best Night City has to offer, a professional with references, here's my list of amazing skills. Oh, all these problems you mention? They're no problems at all. Trust me. I will come up with a waterproof plan, I have the means, the connections, the equipment. You won't regrets this." (while internally he is cursing about how stupid of an idea this person's gig is, he knows he'll have to do this alone because no one else would be dumb enough, but on the other hand, the client could have [important piece of information or other thing] he despereately needs so, fuck it... he'll figure something out, he's good at that at least).

I think in general to people he doesn't know or wants something off of he would be over-confident and a little boastful, describe himself as competent etc etc even if not all of it is the case. What matter is that he gets what he wants in the end in these scenarios - money, a boost of reputation and streetcred, information, sex, drugs, whatever.

If he had to describe himself to someone he cares about or trusts... He'd focus more on what interest him, what he likes and dislikes, all still somewhat superficial though. He's confident and unashamed of his past and wishes, but yeah... Things like "I'm really scared of dying alone and being forgotten" wouldn't make it into a description of himself, he'd just omit all his insecurities and polish what he considers strengths. He'd probably describe himself as someone you can trust (but only if he trusts you or needs you, but he'd omit that), pretty down to earth (he's not, and Judy would call him out on it at every opportunity), level-headed (when in fact he can just hide and control his panic in tense moments very well) and yeah... something like that xD He'd be fine with being described as an opportunist, an optimistic realist, cause those two apply. He's sarcastic and creative, and not someone who can easily sit still, always needs something to do, a bit of a workaholic for sure.

[darkdoverpseeker]

It's spooky season! 🎃👻💀I am hoping to find some rp partners to role-playing some slasher plots over on discord. Primarily looking for partners who would be comfortable playing some canon slashers for my OCs (canon x oc only at this time). In return, I am willing to double. This can be discussed once we have chatted.

About me:

32 yr NB writer with 12+ years experience

Proficient in tupperbox with preference for its use

Relaxed and easy going partner. Life always comes first, I am understanding of circumstances that pulls people away.

Health issues that occasionally do end up pulling me away.

Well versed in multiple canon slashers/characters. Can discuss further.

Looking for in partners:

Preference for 25 or older, but will take 21 and older.

Discord writer

Willing to write a canon slasher for my OC.

Someone understanding that life can happen.

Writing details:

Preference for semi-lit responses. Can do rapid fire. Lengthier responses can be done but I tend to have a harder time keeping up with them/get overwhelmed with the need to match and feel bad if I don't.

Smut welcomed but not necessary.

🕊 Darker themes welcomed, and likely given the nature of the characters, but also not necessary. We can work around some things if you are uncomfortable.

Happy to do AUs without going too far outside the realm of the character.

Canons I'm looking to have a partner write for my OC(s):

Otis Driftwood (House of a 1000 Corpses/The Devil's Rejects)

Rusty Nail (Joy Ride series)

Thomas Brown Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax)

Contact information:

Like this post, and I'll reach out. Please keep in mind that I will not be responding to blank blogs or any blog that doesn't have an age range clearly stated (simply 21+ is fine). Feel free to message me as well.

.

[muutosarchive]

SECRET MENU MUSES

aka : muses open to anyone. appearing here either for low activity or interest from others, not so active fandoms / muses i added for friends.

liviana charvanek/romulan commander : joanne linville (star trek tos: the enterprise incident, star trek novels)

number one / una : majel barrett (the cage and star trek tos only, doesn't recognize strange new worlds)

christine chapel : majel barrett (star trek tos based only, does not recognize strange new worlds. willing to adapt for aos)

ar'alani / ziara : n/a (star wars / primarily adapted to fit the star trek universe. still reading thrawn ascendancy)

project alice abernathy : milla jovovich (resident evil films)

daycare attendant / sun + moon + eclipse : n/a (fnaf: security breach)

adam faulkner stanheight : leigh whannell (saw franchise)

cirice iglesia : sky ferreira (the band ghost based original character, based on the song of the same name. verses found here.)

ted theodore logan : keanu reeves (bill & ted franchise)

john constantine : keanu reeves (constantine 2005)

harley quinn / harleen quinzel : harley quinn (mixed media based / mainly nolan verse, the animated series, dceu, multiple comic runs, and the arkham games)

tank girl : lori petty (tank girl film based primarily but heavily heavily comic inspired/influenced. headcanon based)

freddy fazbear : n/a (classic / withered freddy, circa fnaf 1 & 2 / ucn, & pre-game canon)

rockstar foxy : n/a (five nights at freddy's 6 (pizzeria simulator), & ultimate custom night)

otis b. driftwood : bill moseley (house of 1000 corpses based, the devil's rejects &. 3 from hell).

ben harmon : dylan mcdermott (american horror story : murder house)

rusty ryan : brad pitt (oceans 11-13)

debbie ocean : sandra bullock (oceans 8)

thomas barclay : wes bentley (p2 : 2007 film)

nevaeh thomas : nicki minaj (oc, single mother + sa survivor, affiliated with #avemaria's temperance shaw)

doctor slone : alisha wainwright (fortnite br).

lloyd pierce : forrie j. smith (yellowstone, ranch hand)

jessica campbell : abbey lee (five nights at freddy's : novels / with a verse for the main game timeline)

rift warden stellan : n/a (fortnite battle royale)

teeter alldredge : jennifer landon (yellowstone)

vincent demarco : jon bernthal (former gang enforcer oc, bio found on the oc bio page)

raegan demarco : angelina jolie (daughter of vincent, bio on bio page)

alejandro vargas : alain mesa (call of duty modern warfare ii. Los Vaqueros, mexican special forces).

toy chica : no faceclaim (five nights at freddy's 2)

jules : emily bador (fortnite battle royale)

waluigi : sascha baron cohen (super mario franchise)

gwen stacy : sophie thatcher (spider-verse)

everest : n/a (creepypasta oc, personal interpretation of the rake. ask for info).

cordelia goode : sarah paulson (american horror story coven &. apocalypse).

evelyn dutton : kate hudson (yellowstone)

papa 'copia' emeritus iv : masked tobias forge (the band ghost)

[pigeonrocks]

Reblogging this with more specific tags for my ocs, will be updated as i post more about my ocs :)

Everything is under the cut for convenience <3

Shadowrun

#Mael Vanger Gunner

#Kyoaku Casino Hatanaka

#Ajax Blackjack Jin

#César Mustang Bezerra

Mass Effect

#Jericho Shepard

#Evangeline Ryder

#Sacrifice

Dragon Age

#Mace Surana

#Vitaalik Adaar

#Tyirne

Killzone

#Roan Laine

Fallout

#Roan Laine's Job Transfer

#Vincent Dean

#Zadie Estrada

#Conrad Montgomery (alt tag: #The Warrior)

#Cashew Rhodes (ship tag: #Double Sixes)

#Almond Rhodes

#Nutmeg Rhodes (alt tag: #Prisoner 13)

#Finnegan Marblemaw

#Robin Sullivan

#Millicent Sparrow Sullivan

#Three's a crowd

#Gecko

#Nexus Renanu

#Eridian Paradis

Mortal Kombat

#Stryx (ship tag: #shifting silhouette)

#Noctis

#Grawlix

Call of Duty

#Branko Bell Sirota (ship tag: #Hardwire)

#Yeti (alt tag: #Lazarusie Fowler)

#Mavis "Ranseur" Riley

Nova-19

#Ophelia Blaese

#Stryss Vhett

#Blaizer-38

#Sundrown Mercenaries

#Kando Tal'din

#Trauma

#Daybreak

#Viszla Kryze

#Verde Eso

#PR-070 (alt tag: #Proto)

#Undersea Clones

#Captain Bull

#Commander Firelight

#Commander Signet

#Commander Gunner

Synthetic Desert

#Ohz

#Cutter

#Rusty

#Bolt

#Slate

#Redware

i have no fucking clue how people set up their pins but ermmmmm

important tags. i guess

#mystuff!! ← art

#chester edits ← edits n such

#chester rambles ← rants n shit

#Chesters Ocs

thats it . idk what else to put.

[cielizzydefencesquad]

DISCLAIMER: 

If you read my tags then please note: I tend to be 20x more snarky and bitchy in them. 

A few anons have aggressively demanded that I stop critiquing OC because he suffered a terrible tragedy and can’t be held accountable for any of his actions. 

Um. 

If that’s genuinely what you believe then god help you, you’re gonna become every serial killer’s new best friend. YES, OC suffered more than most people ever will. Yes, he’s going to be mentally and emotionally traumatized but no, we can’t just give him a free pass because of it. Many serial killers have been tortured, emotionally and physically abused, raped, and humiliated but does that give them a free pass to go out and kill people? No. 

(Look at Aileen Wuornos - that girl had a childhood from fucking hell but she couldn’t summon a magical demon to help her reap vengeance. Her mother abandoned her when she was 4 and at the age of 11 Aileen was engaging in prostitution in exchange for food. She was sexually assaulted by her grandfather as a pre-teen, beaten relentlessly as soon as she was taken in by her grandparents, and found herself pregnant at 14 after being repeatedly raped by an accomplice of her grandfather’s. But did this give Aileen a freaking free pass to go around killing random men? NO.) 

So why should it give OC a free pass to behave badly? I love OC, I really do. But I’m most critical of characters I love. 

OC knows the difference between right and wrong (i.e. saving Joanne, protecting Lizzy, commanding Sebastian not to attack Madam Red) so when he chooses to make a wicked or hateful decision then you bet I’m gonna call him out on it. 

But this does not erase the tragedy that has befallen OC. 

Human beings (shockingly enough) can be both sympathetic and critical. We can actually feel multiple emotions at the same time. 

[small-sinclair]

✨Welcome✨

Hello! I’m Cliff, They/Them. I have a creative writing background, so I’m down to write things! I also made a Sinclair Ask Blog! Here’s the link to it :3

This is a writer’s blog for:

🩵Bo Sinclair💜Vincent Sinclair💚Lester Sinclair❤️Reggie Morgan🖤Johnny Slaughter🤎Thomas Hewitt💛Brahms Heelshire🧡Rusty Nail🩶Rz!Michael Myers

I’ll do:

Headcanons |dabbles |full on stories |asks for them as characters (like they will answer asks you have like an ask blog) |poly Sinclair (not with each other) |fluff |letters from the Sinclair Brothers

I won’t do:

Noncon |NSFW (only if I’m in the mood) |Insets between brothers

Link to Johnny Slaughter x OC story

✏️Requests are open!✏️

[bluecoolr]

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 4/5]

Links to part 1 2 3 5

Warnings: self-proclaimed executioner with god complex comes to terms with being pseudo-adopted into a murders-for-funsies-but-sometimes-for-love family but there’s drama because his older brother/uncle-figure doesn’t like him all that much, so slasher-typical violence and gore, allusions to murder, jealous! and insecure!Vincent

A/N: OK I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE THE LAST PART BUT IT GOT TOO LONG. New (and old 👀) characters are introduced. As always, bold is ASL. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Featuring the Sinclairs, RZ Michael Myers, and the ocs of @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy), @probably-a-plant-thing (Skulk), @slaasherslut (Ava). Ellie and Alia are also mentioned <3

Tagging some moots who might wanna see this! @rottent33th @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @cries-in-latino @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @allthingsblood

“You don’t believe me?”

“Vinny,”

Anger made Vincent's fingers stutter as he signed.

"You won't take my word for it? Why? Why, Bo? Do you trust him more than me? I'm your brother."

Bo took Vincent's hands in his, shushing him. "You are my brother. Nothing or no one would change that, but - tsk - listen to yourself. I know havin' people over is a new concept to you, but don't you think you're getting a li'l too carried away?"

He was looking at him like a raving lunatic, with that oh-poor-you frown wrinkling his brow. Vincent's breath hitched. He balled his fists and shook his twin off.

Bo regarded him sternly, like a silly misbehaving child. "Vincent," he warned.

Vincent grabbed the back of his chair and threw it back. It clattered against the tool chest.

"See for yourself, then." His one blue eye bulged in its socket. "Watch for the signs."

Bo watched him storm out of the garage and melt into the shadows beyond the pumps.

Darrell, a murderer? Where on earth did he get that?

Bo shook his head, raised his beer bottle to his lips, stopped. He glanced in the direction Vincent had gone.

Lesley Reinhart was settling into his sixties. Without much difficulty, one must note. If anything, he was in better shape than he ever was.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a muscular body that could put any recent police academy graduate to shame. Before he got out of his car - a sleek Porsche picked out of the city impound - he brushed back his hair and adjusted his tie.

His jaw clenched when he heard a wet squelch after he put one foot out. Mud. On his newly polished dress shoes.

It wasn't like he didn't know there was a growing hurricane, thought Hernandez as he trudged through the mud-strewn forest floor. He never understood how people grew vainer the closer they got to kicking the bucket.

The two men followed the well-trodden path to the shack the local townsfolk said was home to the last person who saw the missing teens.

They came upon the place. A sad brick and wood structure with an askew porch, which was lit by an amber light bulb. A loud humming told Hernandez the place ran on generator power.

Reinhart raised his voice. "Daniel Ray Williams?"

The scraggly boy who was chopping firewood stopped and lowered his ax. He took a cautious step back as the two men approached.

"Tread lightly, Moses, for the ground you walk on is holy ground… or some shit." A man, hidden by the shadow and fog, made his presence known. He sat on a rusty white-painted metal chair on the porch, smoking a hastily rolled cigarette. "Let's back you up, gentlemen," he said, "Off my property."

"Mr. Williams," began Reinhart, "my name is Lesley Rein-"

"Earl."

An impatient smirk tugged at the corner of Reinhart's thin lips. "My name is Lesley Reinhart. I'm a detective with the NOPD. This is my partner Detective Hernandez." He flashed his badge.

"Figured," said Earl, unimpressed.

"We're just here to ask Daniel Williams a couple of questions," Hernandez explained, adopting a more reasonable tone.

"That's my kid brother." Dan had made his calm, collected way up the steps and was now standing next to Earl. "Got a stutter. He don't talk much on account of it. You wanna know anythin', you ask me."

"This is about Brody Morgan and Carter Green," said Reinhart.

"Yeah, I heard about 'em. Got a dozen or so bluecoats sweeping the woods yesterday with dogs and whatnot."

Reinhart persisted. "We were hoping to get a statement out of Daniel, about what happened at the gas station."

Earl folded his arms over his chest. "Well, if you already know he was at the gas station, I'm sure you know what them boys did."

"We were also hoping he'd tell us about the attendant who was working there the day Brody and Carter disappeared."

Earl tipped his head and raised one wild eyebrow. "Why, he a suspect?"

Reinhart grew more impatient. "I'm afraid I can't divulge that."

"Level with me here, hoss."

"We'll be asking the questions here, Mr. Williams."

"Dan a suspect? Am I? Mighty convenient for you to have a bunch o' dirt-poor hillbillies to pin it down on."

"Respectfully, sir," piped up Hernandez, "Everyone who was within the area during the crime's occurrence is, and nothing was stolen-"

Reinhart shut him up with an authoritative wave of the hand. "Mr. Williams, I can charge you with criminal misdemeanor for refusing to cooperate," he barked.

Earl smiled. "I can also legally shoot you for trespassin', and so long as I claim fear of bodily harm the law is on my side."

It was at this point the two realized that the object leaning against Earl's chair was a shotgun and not a cane.

"We ain't got nothin' for ya, gentlemen," he said definitively. "Be a little more willin' if you'd done the same for every person that's disappeared from this mountain these past few decades, not just for city slickers whose daddies got dough."

Reinhart, seething from the insolence, turned away and marched back the way they came.

Hernandez braved Earl's hostile stare and placed his card on the damp porch. "Should you change your mind," he said. "Give me a call."

Earl leaned forward and read the name printed on the expensive cardstock.

Angel Hernandez

When the men had gone, he brought out his cellphone and sent a warning message to Skulk.

They're comin' up to the trailer, boy. Make yourself scarce.

Skulk had a habit of stealing Darrell's hoodies. They smelled like him and were warm, which was great for the weather they currently had going.

He got the message just as the detectives broke through the bushes. They narrowly passed him, sitting in a thicket as he was. Jebediah the little piglet, was sleeping soundly in his lap, remnants of a treat still hanging from his snout.

Skulk watched the detectives inspect Darrell's empty trailer. The older one kicked some of the sweet potatoes the naughty boars had dug from the vegetable patch. Skulk opened his and Darrell's conversation, filled with lewd little nothings they had sent back and forth. He typed:

On a more serious note, darling - there's pigs snooping about the trailer and not the usual kind.

The younger detective brought out a flashlight and peered through the tinted windows.

Had he locked the door?

Carefully shifting to his feet, though still remaining crouched, Skulk unsheathed his knife. Vibrating from the thrill of a possible kill, he waited. The second those cops opened the door, he would break cover. He could take them. One after the other.

The bigger man made him hesitate, but he was going to try. He'd left clothes there - unwashed clothes and tools of the trade. They all tried to be careful, but who's to say for certain the detectives won't find anything?

"Try the door," said one of them.

Jebediah stirred. The underbrush gave as Cristabella, grunting, arrived to take her brother home. Skulk bit his lip and held her mouth shut.

Incensed, Cristabella shook Skulk off. Her attention shifted to the strangers, and began to growl.

"What was that?"

Bellowing, Cristabella charged right at them. She bowled through them, knocking them clean off their feet. She was at them again, ramming her cutter tusks at their torsos. Clothes were shredded, yells rang, but the men were quick to get on their feet and they eventually got away.

Skulk watched, the squealing piglet under his arm, as Cristabella snorted in satisfaction as if to say Come back with a warrant.

—

Ava, Bo, and Darrell liked to hang out at the garage. Winds were picking up, blowing from the coast. Establishments were closed. Folk were told to remain indoors.

Ava and Darrell sat together while Bo tinkered with the engine of a sedan. He'd been trying to make it work for the past week. He couldn't fathom what he was doing wrong. The out of key strumming Darrell was doing on Ava's beat up acoustic wasn't helping.

Fed up, Bo unstuck his head from under the hood and winced at the two.

"Darrell, Darrell," he groaned. "You're never gonna learn to play with those clumsy fingers. Give that dang thing back to Ava."

Ava giggled and took her guitar back. "Don't listen to him," she told Darrell. "You'll get it, but won't you sing with me a while?"

She positioned her willowy fingers on the fretboard. Darrell returned her pick and she began to play.

Once the intro passed, Darrell followed through. The way the two friends' voices melded together was ethereal. Bo stopped in his tracks.

You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

"Your beauty never ever scared me" Surprised, Ava looked up. She'd never heard Bo sing before. His voice was clear and cool, but higher in pitch than his speaking voice.

All three of them sang the last lines together, voices blending into a lovely harmony.

"Didn't know you had that in you," Ava teased.

Bo smirked and turned away. "Stick to singing, Darr. Leave the music to Ava."

To thwart the attention from himself, Bo turned up the radio. They listened attentively to another weather update, which was followed by a local news report.

Meanwhile, at Devil's Peak, the search for missing college students, Brody Morgan and Carter Green, continues. Police authorities race against the oncoming hurricane to uncover as much information about the boys' current whereabouts.

Brody Morgan is the son of media mogul, Arthur Morgan. Detective Lesley Reinhart assures the public that the New Orleans Police Department is doing everything in its power to find the boys.

Bo's ears burned. Three paces away, Darrell continued to sing softly to Ava's guitar, but he could see it: a tremble of the lip, a glassy faraway look in the eye. Guilt. Worry.

Darrell appeared to have not heard, but Bo knew he was listening closely.

That night, Bo roused Vincent out of bed, like a spectre at his bedside. They came to a shaky agreement behind the house.

"If we do it now, it'll be the end of it."

"Wait. I'm not too sure. Let me talk to him."

Vincent scoffed - a harsh nasal puff. "You think he'll admit to it? Idiot."

Bo grabbed him by the shirt. "You don't move til I say you can."

—

All was quiet and gray the next day. Percy sat at the dining table, her fingers clacked busily on the keyboard as she wove a new chapter. She peered over her glasses at the amassing clouds from the window. "This must be what they mean by 'the calm before the storm'," she remarked. 

Darrell was sitting in the chair next to her, poring over one of the books she had written. "You made Halloran look like Bo," he noted with an amused smile. 

"I did." She watched him fondly. She reached over and pushed a stray strand of hair from his face. "You know what, maybe I should give Halloran a sidekick." 

Darrell looked up, brown eyes gleaming. 

"I think I have an idea on what he might look like."

Darrell put down the book and rested his chin on her shoulder. He squinted at the walls of text on her document. "That's a whole lotta words, Momma," he sighed. 

Percy smiled, feeling rather proud of herself. "No big feat, to me. What do you think so far?"

Darrell gave it a good, careful read. He sighed softy, blown away. "Shucks, I dunno how you do it." 

There was an urgent hammering at the window. Michael stood outside. He held a grubby baseball in his hand. 

"Be right back, Momma," said Darrell. 

"Hey, Mikey," he said at the door. "Don't think it's good weather to play catch in. Alia won't approve." 

Michael stared up at him, lips sealed. He tilted his head and raised the ball again. His posture hinting that he wasn't asking. 

"Ok." 

Darrell took the ball and the glove he had brought. In their game, Darrell was the only one who did the throwing and catching. Michael would hit the ball as hard as he could with a bat, and watch as Darrell struggled to catch it. Peak entertainment. 

"Further?" Darrell called from down the street, the House of Wax behind him. 

Michael kept pointing at him to go further. He was going to knock the ball right out of town. Darrell reeled back and pitched. The bat hit the ball with a deafening thwack!

It rode the air like a comet. Arching high, Darrell knew chasing after it was futile. Then, it dipped, whistling, and crashed through one of the lower windows of the House of Wax. 

The glove slipped off of Darrell's hand. Michael turned on his heels and let the bat clatter on the street. In case they incurred Vincent's wrath, he was detaching himself from the incident. 

Darrell picked his way through the wasteland of discarded car parts, cut through a crack in a wooden fence, and entered the House of Wax. 

The door swung right open and he crossed the slightly dusty threshold. He was greeted by a main room glowing with yellow lamps, filled with intricate carvings that he knew for a fact were all wax. In an odd trick of the eye, the bulbs seemed to fill the room with shadow more than light. The result was dismal and bleak. 

Darrell's thoughts strayed unhappily as he eyed the sculptures. It was as though the misery stored in that room was seeping into his bones. Distracted, he went from one display to another, admiring the detail of each handiwork.

Vincent was so talented. He and Ellie went together perfectly. If only he could understand what he had done that made him so angry. 

There was a rapid clicking on the floor. He recognized it at once as the padding of an animal. Jonesy, tail wagging and mouth bearing the rogue ball, watched him from a safe distance. 

Darrell dropped to a crouch. "Hey, girl! Good job! Give it here." 

Jonesy tucked tail and ran. 

"Hey, no! Come back!" Darrell gave chase and stumbled from one room to another.  Jonesy girl, no! I'm not supposed to be in here."

He came upon the back of the building, past an elaborately decorated dining room, and into a doorway that led to the basement. 

There were sconces in the walls, housing steadily burning candles. Embedded among these were different faces, each with a unique expression. Darrell followed the faces upwards and looked overhead. Spanning the ceiling, her eight spindly legs astride the stairway, was Arachne - Horrid, freakish, and beautiful all at once. Face smooth with youth. Bosom full and immodestly bare. Eyes hungry. Head held high with pride. 

"What is this place?" muttered Darrell. 

Bark! Jonesy had dropped the ball at the bottom of the stairs. 

Darrell crept down the steps. As he was reaching for the ball, Jonesy's jaws snapped at his wrist and she made off with the ball again. He walked into the room. It felt like a furnace. Great, big cauldrons of wax hung on chains over large fires. Knives, saws, and sculpting tools hung on the walls. A bloodstained steel table stood in the middle of the room. 

But worst of all, there was a figure - human-shaped - suspended in a macabre iron contraption.  

Darrell was pulled to it by some sick fascination. He thought he could see the glimmer of an eye under the rough wax, blue and bright. He stood inspecting the thing, heart hammering. 

Its fingers twitched, and Darrell screamed. 

He spun around and found himself face to face with Vincent. There was a knife in his hand. 

Darrell interposed the table between them and made a run for the stairs after circling it twice. Vincent tried to grab him by the hair but missed. 

Darell ran right into Michael in the dining room. The taller man stepped in and locked Vincent's wrist in a crushing grip. 

Crack! 

Vincent had landed a punch on Michael's jaw. Michael recovered almost immediately and was able to grab the blade of the knife just as it was about to pierce his side. Blood dribbled onto the floor. 

He changed his hold on the blade, used his free hand to hold Vincent's arm, and knocked the weapon out of his grasp. 

When he looked back, Darrell was gone. He was sprinting down Main Street, sweating, panting, heart hammering. He understood it now - why the town had felt so empty, why the girls had tried to keep him entertained indoors at all times, why the sculptures looked so real. 

Lester found him sitting on the curb sometime after dinner. "Y'alright there, buddy?" he inquired cheerfully. 

Darrell did not respond. 

Lester sat down beside him. "I, uh, heard what happened." 

"S'Mikey ok?" 

"Yep. Didn't feel a thing, Alia said. He's been patched up." Lester took a crumpled pack from his pocket and lit a cigarette. 

"Ya in on it, Les?" 

Lester did not respond.

"Y'know," Lester began, "What we do out here, we been doin' it a long time. An' ya know, you can get used ta anythin' if you're 'round it long enough. It ain't easy to put it down."

He blew the smoke out and brought Darrell's attention to the cigarette. The red glowing tip flickered as he waved it around.

"It's like quitttin', ya know?" he explained, "Ya can't just do it." 

Darrell was nodding. He knew how that felt. 

"Besides, this is my family," Lester added, "I love them. More than anythin'."

Darrell had begun to think of them as his family, too. It had felt too good to be true. 

"Here's one for ya. Those missing kids, d'you do that?"

Darrell glanced sideways at Lester. There was no judgment in his eyes, no hate like in Vinny's. His expression was open, sincere. 

"D'you kill 'em?" 

Darrell resigned himself and said, "Killed more than just them." 

"Are you gonna stay with us?" 

"Can I?" 

"Sure!" 

There was thunder overhead. They raised their eyes to the sky. Lester grinned. "Anyway, with that comin', you ain't goin' nowhere."