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

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

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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

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

Here are the meanings behind each eye color.

Brown: original eye color.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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 ❤️

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.

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

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

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

Freddy Krueger

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

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

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

He thought you gave up on art.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Myers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What kind of father does that to their child?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.

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

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

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

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

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

Bo Sinclair

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Bo reached out for help.

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

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

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

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

You were afraid of his temper.

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

So he waited for the perfect moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.

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

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

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

Your entire body froze.

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

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

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

Hannibal Lecter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took over five minutes for Will to answer.

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

Hannibal knew better though.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That stirred a confused reaction from you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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

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

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

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

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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 ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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

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

Here's what some of it looks like.

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

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

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

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

Until Halloween, my pretties!

[semiweirdshipper]

IT‘S HIS DAY!!

[semiweirdshipper]

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

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

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

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

[semiweirdshipper]

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.

[semiweirdshipper]

haha, I know I should be writing this somewhere in like a more personal account or something but I don't have any at the moment but I'm just here to say how much I love your work.

Something about how you write the characters feel realistic in such ways, reader isn't portrayed as anyone strong or badass but usually just a simple person who went through hardships and honestly I don't see that alot! It feels different in a way when I read them (in a good way!!!), and it convinced me to write some ocs of mine like that also. The way you write hurt/comfort is exactly how I wanted it to be and honestly I see myself crying in some chapters then smile at the fluff parts like an idiot. It hits hard honestly! And it makes it better that almost all of them aren't sexual content as a fellow demisexual myself.

You've been a big inspiration to me in terms of writing. And everyday I can't seem to not take atleast a little glance to both your ao3 and tumblr account for updates; every update you make, makes me swing my feet in excitement like a little kid honestly.

I honestly also don't read book repeatedly since it feels weird to read it again when I already know what was happening but your books are always so descriptive that sometimes I still get surprised over little details you put in the story and some days, I see myself coming back to your books again, unfinished or not.

I've been meaningly want to send you an ask just filled with my thoughts and feelings about your work but I could never find the right words for it. But now I have, and I want to say that your works were one of the only things I've read when I was going through a hard time, where I felt like shit overall but your works always give me some sort of warmth in a way and I don't why I could relate with it so much.

tl;dr? Your works are amazing and it will never not stop putting a smile on my face:)

I honestly don't know what I'm saying anymore, pretty sure I just repeated some shit up, I'm just rambling at this point HAHAHA I hope you don't mind!! I just love your work so much, never give up on writing! You do great at what you do!!

Hi @ii4tokyo! Thank you so much for sharing your appreciation and feelings. It makes me so happy to know that my stories bring you joy.

You know this entire journey has been so bizarre to me. As someone who has bad people in their life, I always used to wish that those bad people would magically turn good, do better and just be loving and supportive. So when I saw my first slasher movie a few years ago, I felt hope. Hope because I realized that I could make that wish come true- granted fictional but it was still nice and comforting.

I took the slashers and I turned them into supporters. I never suspected that my work would become this important or meaningful to anyone, but it has. And while I don't feel like I truly belong in the slasher fandom, I do feel less alone knowing that there are people who've gone through similar experiences as me and have felt the same way that I've felt.

And now all I want is for my slasher account to be a safe place where all kinds of viewers can feel a sense of comfort, security and support. I understand pain deeply, and I know how I would want someone to respond to that pain, so I write it out with fictional characters. It's nice to know that the process that comforts me, comforts others.

Again, thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you're doing well ❤️ Hopefully soon I can provide you and many others with more emotional support slashers.