#Darrell Todd Oc

[slaasherslut]

Pig to the Slaughter part 1/?

Angels of Ambrose/Black Christmas crossover

Summary: All of the cast of characters we love so much are put into a new scene. How will they fare with a killer hiding within their little sorority house? Who will live and who will die?

Warnings: Alcohol, excessive cursing, mentions of death

3k words

oc's included in this fic are:

Alia Fowl @kalid-raven, Percy Jones @the-pinstriped-hood, Ellie Mason & Bell Langland @rottent33th, Red @damien-mlm, Darrell Todd @bluecoolr, Skulk @probably-a-plant-thing, Maggie Sinclair @soupbabe

It was a quiet night in the sorority house. Most of the other girls had already left for their Christmas holidays back home. Girls had been filtering out of the house all week once they were all packed up and finished everything for school. The last being Alia, a very sweet freshman girl who had left only half an hour prior. The only ones that were left were Ava, Percy, Ellie and Bell. The four girls planned on staying around campus for the Christmas break, not that any of them had much they wanted to go home to anyways. They didn't mind staying behind though, they had each other for good company. They would all spend Christmas together and possibly have Bell's new boyfriend come visit and meet the rest of the girls. Plus they liked the idea of having the big old house all to themselves, which was something of a rarity if it happened at all. The girls had decided to have a relaxing night in together, except for Bell who was fast asleep upstairs in her bedroom. The other three girls sat in the living room chatting with mugs of hot cocoa and rum in their hands. The flames from the fireplace gave the surrounding walls a warm blush, heating up the entire house around them in contrast to the cold Canadian winter that lay just beyond the walls. Ava excused herself to the kitchen to check on the snack foods that were cooking for the girls to share.

Percy's rant about her beau was cut short by the phone ringing. Ellie and Percy gave each other startled looks. The sound of the phone ringing became something of a bad omen in this particular house. Not a whole lot of people called the house at all, if it was a partner of one of the girls they usually just came by. Most of the recent calls were coming from a disgusting perv who seemed to like getting his rocks off from calling and scaring them. They dubbed him as “the moaner” since his calls were always a bunch of  grunts and moans.

Both girls had their eyes stuck on the old landline at the bottom of the stairs. They felt as though the phone had eyes trained back on them and they were in a staring match with the hunk of plastic. Ava walked back into the room after the first few rings. She fiddled with her freshly dyed red and green hair uncomfortably in the doorway, staring where the other two girls were.

"Just let it ring." She hushed. 

She wasn't sure why she was so quiet, it was as though the person on the other end of the line would be able to hear her if she spoke too loud. Ava took a few steps closer to the girls. She rested her hands on the back of the couch behind Ellie's head as she waited alongside them. The phone rang for a minute straight before it stopped. The three let out a shaky breath in unison. After a few seconds of silence the girls went back to their previous activities. Ava was only a few steps into the kitchen when the phone started ringing once again.

“Really!?” Ellie said in a high pitched voice, she let out a huge groan. They waited a few seconds before Ava sighed and walked over to the phone. “Ava no!” Ellie spoke again. “What if it's him?” Her voice was laced in worry. 

“Well whoever it is they called twice, it might be important.” Ava said as she took the few remaining steps towards the landline and picked it up.

“Hello?” She answered. 

A deep groan on the other end of the line answered her. She mentally cursed herself. It was him again. She looked towards the other girls and rolled her eyes. They sprung up from their spots on the couch and ran across the room to plant their feet next to her. As much as they hated the calls, a morbid curiosity took over them and as much as they hated to admit it they could be kind of humorous sometimes. The girls all looked at each other as a chorus of wailing screamed loudly through the receiver. They seemed to drift between wails of pain and pleasure. 

“Pretty little piggy slut.” The voice was low and gravely. 

Ava raised an eyebrow as she looked between Percy and Ellie. She covered the receiver. 

“Wow!” she giggled. “Looks like Mr. Moans-a-lot is expanding his act!” Her comment made the other two giggle as it seemed to lighten the mood. In previous calls he wasn't much of a talker, usually just vulgar sounds. Another high pitched moan came through, she could tell it was the same guy but it was so high it almost sounded like a woman.

“Pretty… pink… cunt…let me lick it… lick it, lick it, lick it!” The girls all visibly cringed, this wasn’t funny anymore it was getting pretty gross. 

“Let me lick your pretty little piggy cunt!” What followed was a cacophony of vile oinking sounds and a loud dark laugh. 

Ava gasped. “You fucking creep!” She looked towards the other girls. Ellie had covered her mouth in shock, only moving her hands to whisper a harsh “hang up!” The voice continued to laugh before growling. 

“I'm gonna shove my cock so deep inside your pretty pussy you’ll be screaming for me!” He started moaning again. Percy had to turn away from the phone call as Ava scoffed in disgust.

“Okay gross! Never call back here again or were calling the cops! We're done here!”

“Hang up on me you stupid slut and I'll slaughter you like the little piggy you are!”

The voice on the other end began to cackle, fluctuating between several octaves as if multiple people were in the room, but they could tell it was from one person. Ava panicked as she slammed the phone back down without a second thought. Her heart felt like it was going to stop from how fast it was beating, her chest hurt, she could barely breathe.

"That's new." Ellie whispered, she was shaking, they all were. The three girls looked at each other in a pregnant silence. Percy stepped closer to Ava and wrapped herself around the younger girls arm. 

"Honey, come on, let's go sit back down. Don't let that creep ruin our night huh?" Percy pulled her in the direction of the living room as they wanted to resume the nice evening they were having. Ava nodded, her heartbeat finally started to slow and breath filled her lungs easier than before. They were barely a few steps away from the phone when it started ringing again. The sound startled them, making them all almost jump out of their skin. Ellie let out a small shriek and Percy being the protector she was instantly reached out to grab her hand. Ava was so startled she actually became angry. She felt it bubble up in her stomach and shoot up her spine. She stomped back over to the phone and picked up the receiver. 

"Listen you little-!"

"I'm going to kill you." The voice was deep and monotone before the dial tone hung heavy in the air. Her muscles seemed to freeze in fear. The phone still clenched in her fist. The voice was low enough to where the other girls just barely heard it. They all stood in silence together, shaking and on the verge of tears. This had never happened before. Speaking was a completely new thing for this psychopath, but death threats? They never expected that. Any thoughts of the phone calls being a prank by another sorority or one of the frat houses went out the window. Percy was the first to break the silence.

“Well then...” Her voice was shaky, she was nervous but her protective instincts kicked in and she tried desperately not to show how she was truly feeling. She took the phone out of Ava’s hand and set it onto the table, she didn't even bother hanging it up. No more phone calls. She lightly guided Ava and Ellie into the living room and back onto the couch. The two girls sat directly next to each other, their knees pressed together as a way to help calm each other down. Percy draped herself over the back of the couch, wrapping her arms around Ava’s neck from behind. 

"Should I call one of the guys over? Will that make you feel better?" Percy asked, trying to make them more comfortable. Ava shook her head.

"I don't wanna bug them, I'm pretty sure they're all busy." 

"You wouldn't be bugging them!" Percy gave Ava a little squeeze. "In fact, I think they would be offended if we didn't call them at a time like this." Percy cracked a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. Ava hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Okay, okay, but don't guilt trip them. It's late and I don't want to fuck up their night cause this prick is scaring the shit out of us." Percy kissed her on the head before nodding. 

“Should we wake Bell up?” Ellie squeaked. Percy shook her head.

“No, let her sleep, she was up pretty early this morning.”

She got up and left Ava and Ellie sitting on the couch while she left to call around to see who was available for the night. A sniffle next to Ava made her eyes tilt up to see Ellie with tears in her eyes. She looked like she was trying not to cry as she shook, scared out of her mind. Ava felt bad for worrying the poor girl. She shouldn't have picked up the fucking phone, she felt like an idiot.

"Oh Ellie, it's okay, don't cry!" Ava scooted impossibly closer and rested her hands reassuringly on her thigh. Just saying the words were enough for the dam to break and tears flooded out with a choked sob. Ellie threw her arms around Ava's shoulders and curled up into her. She put her arms around the younger girl and lightly rocked her, telling her through hushed whispers that things were gonna be okay, even if she didn't believe it herself. 

As Ellie's tears started to subside, Percy strode back in the room and sat on the armrest of the couch.

"Okay I just got off the phone with the frat house down the road." She clasped her hands together with a small smile. "Red said he'll be by in a little while and he'll sleep in your room with you tonight. Is that okay?" Ava breathed a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch. Red was a sweetheart and he was one of the few men in that fraternity she trusted. She felt better knowing he would be with her throughout the night and she would feel even better once he got there.

Roughly twenty minutes later a loud knock came at the front door. Ava’s heart began to race until Percy opened the door and the voices of Red and Darrell echoed throughout the foyer. She peaked over the back of the couch trying to hopefully hear them better but she couldn't hear exactly what was being said. They spoke in hushed words for a moment until Red noticed a pair of green eyes on him. They had all been busy lately so it was nice to see them again. Ava smiled once they made eye contact. He beamed back with arms wide open, strutting into the living room.

“I heard that a certain little lady needed some Red tonight!” He laughed as Ava jumped over the back of the couch and into his arms. 

“I missed you!” Ava squealed as his arms wrapped around her and squeezed tight. 

“I missed ya too, Av!” He gripped her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length. Her hair was different since the last time he saw her. She went from bleach blonde to green and red, for Christmas of course. He ran his hand through her hair and lightly gripped a section of red hair before turning around to face Percy and Darrell who were chatting, pressing his temple to Ava’s.

“Look Blue! We match!” Darrell stopped his conversation with the raven haired girl and turned his attention to Red, who was pressed up against Ava with his tongue sticking out. Darrell smiled as a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “You two look real cute.” 

The boys said their ‘hellos’ to all three girls before everyone except for Darrell and Percy converged in the living room. Red went through the girls collection of DVD’s before before getting comfy on the couch.

"You girls gonna be okay?" Darrell asked, turning to look at Percy questioningly. 

The two looked over to where Ellie was curled up in the large armchair with a warm blanket and Ava was cuddled up with Red. His arms wrapped tightly around her as she was nestled in between his legs with her back against his chest as they watched whatever movie he had picked out.

"I think we'll be okay. We're just a bit shaken up is all, especially those two." Percy motioned to the other two girls. "I don't think anything bad is actually gonna happen, probably just a dumb prank." Darrell nodded at her words. They were both worried but they did their best not to show it.

"Wan’ me to stay too?" He asked, using his teeth to fidget with the ring in his lip.

"No!" Percy exclaimed. "I can't ask you to do that! Besides, Skulk is probably waiting for you back home." She gave him a sly smile as he looked down at his feet, a crimson blush crept up his neck. A small smile began to mimic hers. Darrel gave a hushed “well okay then” before stepping towards the door before he paused. 

“Actually, can I grab some coffee or somethin’ for the walk back? It's freezin’ out there.” He chuckled.

“Of course!.” Percy answered as she started walking towards the kitchen, Darrell followed closely behind. “Or we made some spiked hot chocolate if you're interested?” He nodded with a smile.

“Sounds perfect, thank you.”

Darrell leaned against the counter top while Percy rummaged around one of the cabinets for one of her travel mugs, she settled on her matte black one. She raised the bag of mini marshmallows on the counter and gave them a shake as a silent question of want. Darrell nodded.  

“Bo was askin’ aboutcha yknow.” A smirk danced along Darrell's lips. Percy rolled her eyes, she was still waiting for that southern dumb ass to apologize for the fight he started.

“Oh god, what did he say this time?”

“Jus’ that he feels like an idiot.”

“Yeah well he should, he was being a total prick… and if he truly feels that way why hasn't he apologized to me yet?” Darrell shrugged. “Well you know how Bo can be.” Percy shrugged with an eye roll while she poured some rum into the travel mug followed by a hefty ladle of hot chocolate from a pot on the stove. The conversation caught the attention of the three in the living room as they peered over to listen in. Percy caught Bo being a bit flirty with one of the freshmen girls and they were having a huge fight. The guy was real sweet on his lady but still couldn't seem to ditch that typical frat boy attitude.

“An’ don't be alarmed if he shows up here sometime soon.” Darrell said as she put a handful of mini marshmallows in the mug.

“What makes you think he's gonna come here? The tool can't even pick up the phone and call me.”

“I heard him on the phone with Maggie this afternoon.”

Percy rolled her eyes once again with a huff as the two made their way into the living room. She tightly screwed the lid on the travel mug and handed it to him.

“Bo hasn't apologized yet?” Ava piped up. Percy and Darrell hadn't known their conversation was being listened to until now, they both turned their attention towards her. The older woman adjusted her glasses as she stepped towards the couch, leaning down against it.

“Don't you worry about it honey, you've got enough on your plate as it is.” She ruffled Ava’s hair as she walked Darrell to the door. The girls and Red shouted out loving goodbyes before he made his way back home in the thick snow.

While Ellie, Ava and Red were getting settled in, and Percy was making Darrell his hot chocolate to prepare him for his trek home, a stranger silently made his way into the house. Climbing up the lattice Ellie had so lovingly placed for her plants, and crawled through the unlocked attic window. Crawling out of the attic he heard the familiar voice of the little piggy bitch who hung up on him earlier. He crept towards the stairs and looked down, seeing two unfamiliar men with his girls made him seethe with rage. A snore from down the hall quickly diverted his attention. The man slowly tiptoed to the room the snoring was coming from and cracked the door open, peering in. A girl with bright pink hair lay fast asleep in her bed. He couldn't help but giggle at the colour. 

“Pretty piggy.” He thought to himself.

He made his way inside and shut the door behind him. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark he made his way to stand at the end of Bell's bed. Looming over her sleeping figure like a predator sizing up his prey. His hand slowly reached out to grasp a belt that was hanging around the post at the end of her bed frame… The nightmare had begun, and it began with a silent scream.

light dividers by rainbowkisses31

☾ notes: I thought it would be fun to do something a little bit different with a bunch of oc's that belong to my friends and i. I love all these oc's and their creators so much <333

☾ tag list: @rottent33th @damien-mlm @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @allthingsblood @25bohemianmoons @essenceproxima

message me if you want to be added to my tag list!

[the-pinstriped-hood]

That Boy. The Beast.

This is for @coppasulfate Darrell's OC creator.

(This is from the POV of the Pigs. )

The only reason we let that boy into our domain is because he brings us food. Food we don't have to hunt for, he feeds us himself.

The sound of boots crunching through the leaves is heard as behind him the sound of a body being dragged.

The boy foolishly brings us whole bodies of his own kind to hide his dark deeds. They were his victims. And now they're food.

There's something different about this boy tonight. A look in his eyes. Dangerous, enraged. He had a target tonight, someone purposely enraged him.

The boy and big Ma share a look, he then looks back to his work.

A twitch of a foot. The body is still fresh and kicking. Suffering. Their suffering makes me hungry. The other pigs are restless, starving. Staring daggers into this boy until he gives us what we want.

A fresh meal.

Last chance boy. My brood is hungry. It's not nice to deny a lady and her children a meal.

Finally Darrell stands up as my brood charges, the boy runs off and away.

Partaking in the meals screams are a delight.

Screams dying on his lips before being torn off along with his eyes. The heart splatters against fur and bristle as each organ is ripped from it's rightful place and right down a hungry throat.

The Beast feeds us, he gives us life.

We gleefully hide his sins away for a tasty meal.

Tag: @slaasherslut @rottent33th @kalid-raven @cries-in-latino @allthingsblood @texaschainsawslvt @angxlslasher

[bluecoolr]

Vampire Hunter Darrell and... Vampire Vampire Hunter Darrell.

tagging @probably-a-plant-thing and @solmints-messyocdiary just because

[probably-a-plant-thing]

That awkward moment when you reconnect with your old military buddy but it turns out he's a serial killer now so you have to just excuse yourself to the bathroom for a bit

darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

[tahlalilian]

More sketches of people's OCs that I likes.

Cal, relaxing and rereading a romance novel and showing off his ✨spicy✨ socks. Haha! Belongs to @rottent33th

A comical probably way off Darrell. The idea of him using the 8 ball to validate his personally desired kills but the ball not seeing it worth it. Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

Finally, Max, in werewolf form and after, back as human. Usually, I do draw werewolves mostly in the buff but this was to help create shredded clothes. Hulk clothing logic also, ha! Max belongs to @devil-doll13

Probably made Max's hair too shaggy than long.

Any who 💜

[damien-mlm]

Battered and Blue

Finally a finished version of the illustration sketch from Battered and Blue, the first ever Damon x Darrell fic 💕

Taglist: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @ajarofpickledtears @capybar00 @mintgalaxia @goldrose-star @bluecoolr-main @probably-a-plant-thing @mom-of-the-opera

[soupbabe]

"hey we saw u from across the bar n ur vibes r rancid"

I'm sorry I just had to do a lil group photo of some long haired pretty boys 🥰

Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr and Clay belongs to @rottent33th !

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood

[kalid-raven]

Scarlet with the boys! There’s story relevance in there somewhere, just gotta find it! 😉

@cries-in-latino @bluecoolr​ @probably-a-plant-thing

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

thought I had last night but was too tired to write down:

ways the murder ocs (usually) kill

Lee: anger bean, kills mostly driven by rightous anger and/or to protect, is therefore violent and brutal

Clay: gives victims time to think about their actions and might do some mind games, murders are usually meant to punish, if he kills them personally, more on the "efficient" side of things

Griff: all about efficiency and getting things done, not many games because he's a wimp and can't handle himself in a fight, victims picked randomly and on a whim

Darrell: also efficient I believe? but there is the element of punishment and justice so. we've seen him do some kind of mind games with the "worse" of his victims while quickly disposing of the other one. plus, leaving the guy to be eaten alive

Skulk: kind of brutal but also just wants to get it over with and avoid fights (?)

Cylas: very rare uncontrolled outbursts, normally well restrained due to therapy and medication, but still always has some rage boiling right under their skin, in order to avoid lashing out due to their emotions becoming too much, they've settled on... "exerting justice", mostly methodical and brutal, has sadistic tendencies, can be swift and efficient if necessary, "there are times and places for everything"

please feel free to correct me or add more characters, I only put the ones I got an approximate idea for, so there are a few missing

Lee belongs to @kalid-raven

Clay and Griffin belong to @rottent33th

Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

Skulk belongs to @probably-a-plant-thing and I'm really not sure, basing this on one post I've seen. also if you wanna share anything on like the Holt boys or other OCs I am 👀👀👀

tagging @immortal-velociraptor in case you wanna share anything, I wanted to add Sully but then wasn't sure about his methods

@myers-meadow just to read, or if you wanna add one of your AU characters please do

also looking at @solmints-messyocdiary because. Odile mah bebi. and Iris. and Patron my beloved. and... Nutcracker and Dogface? is "Alice" a slasher? anyway

[bluecoolr-main]

This was giving darrell. Idk why but it did

Slaashy you're so correct for this 🤣🤣

Dude's low income but never low in cum

He's the type of guy to complain about the price of canned meatloaf and m&m's, then begrudgingly drop the food into the shopping cart anyway.

[slaasherslut]

Heres a short Ava x Darrell blurb ive had in my wips for a while. They have such a sweet friendship that im disappointed didn't get to be explored as much as I would have wanted, things kept getting in the way.

Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

tw. small amount of blood, needles, body mods, maybe a little bit ooc (sorry)

"Have you done this before?" Ava asked as she plopped down in a chair at Ellie's kitchen table.

"Few times." Darrell shrugged as he poured some vodka into one of Ellie's soup bowls. 

"A couple ears mostly, don't think a lip is no different." He handed her the bottle as he dropped the ring and a sewing needle they had swiped from Ellie’s sewing basket in the vodka filled bowl. 

"Swish that around in yer mouth." Ava took a swig and handed the bottle back, swishing the alcohol around in her mouth and paying special attention to behind her bottom lip. Darrell walked over to the sink and poured some of the liquid on his hands before placing the now half empty bottle on the counter. When he turned around Ava pulled a face as she swallowed the giant gulp of vodka and violently shook herself out. Darrell chuckled and sat down in the chair in front of her, pulling her closer by the seat of her chair. She shifted her mouth uncomfortably as he shoved his fingers inside her mouth, between her bottom teeth and bottom lip.

"Stop movin' your jaw." He chastised as he gave her a gentle poke on the forehead.

"I can't help it!" Ava said as best as she could. Darrell smiled as he reached into the bowl and grabbed out the needle. 

"You ready?" He asked as he shook off the excess alcohol. Ava gently nodded. Darrell was all about doing this for her, it's not like there's anywhere in Ambrose for her to go to get this done, but just thinking about the sight made his skin crawl for a moment. Darrell shuddered as adjusted her bottom lip and quickly shoved the needle through in the middle, just below the lip itself. He quickly looked away from the scene and she winced when she felt the needle go through. Darrell whispered a quick praise with a shaky voice and he let the needle go. He was starting to regret ever agreeing to this. The needle stayed in the hole he created as he grabbed out the ring from the bowl, not once looking up at her. 

"What are you two doing in my kitchen?" Ava and Darrell were startled as they turned towards the voice, Ellie stood in the doorway with a confused look across her face and her arms crossed. Darrell shook the remaining vodka off the ring.

"Ava here wanted me to pierce her lip for 'er." He gave her a shaky smile as he motioned towards the girl next to him, not being able to look at her just yet. She gave Ellie a small smile and a wave, well she smiled the best she could with the needle still in her mouth. Once Ellie saw the needle sticking out of Ava's face she looked away in disgust. 

"Ew! Ava that's so gross! You couldn't do that somewhere else?" They both looked at each other as Ellie turned around and walked back out to the living room. They looked away, knowing eye contact would make them laugh. "Just clean up when you're done please! We eat there!" Ava tried her best to keep a straight face while Darrell tried to keep his laughter low.

"Yeah let's get this done please. I don't exactly like lookin' atcha right now." Ava barked out a laugh, the stretch of the fresh hole stung a bit. 

"Want me to do it?" Ava asked as the pin scraped against the top of her teeth. She saw the uneasy look in his eyebrows that were knotted together in discomfort. Darrell sighed in relief. 

"Please do." He smiled as he handed her the ring, turning his attention away to the kitchen window. Ava began to pull out the needle as she chased it with the ring, slipping it in the hole after the needle popped out. The needle was discarded in the vodka bowl, crimson floated around in the bowl like waves in a pond.

“There,” she said finally. “What do you think?” Darrell turned back around and smiled. He lightly grabbed her chin and swivelled her head around. For a moment Darrell was worried that in his moment of squeamishness that he would have fucked up the placement or made it either too low or too high.

“Looks perfect!” He smiled. Just make sure you take care of it.”

“I will!” She reassuringly. 

“Next time I come visit I'll bring you some more of em.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Ava cheered, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Darrell laughed as he tightly hugged her back. She pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging his towards the living room. 

“Look everyone! Look what Darrell did!”

Tagging some moots who might be interested: @rottent33th @bluecoolr-main @goldrose-star @devil-doll13 @damien-mlm @soupbabe @solmints-messyocdiary @the-pinstriped-hood @probably-a-plant-thing @myers-meadow @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better (if you dont want me to tag you in things like this please let me know)

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Fruitful Moon Pt. 3

Once again, Darrell Todd belongs to @bluecoolr.

The stuffed toy was sitting next to Darrell at his bedside as he slept. That raggedy toy was his ticket, his ticket to getting closer to the girl. Scenes of their encounter played over and over in his mind like a looping film reel with no clear end. Feeling her silk like hair between his fingers, the soft plumpness of her lips; and her eyes! Glazed over and unmoving, precious pink jewels rolling around in her skull without function. The moon over head that night had cast them both in incandescent light. He doubted she had barely remembered their encounter, at least he hoped she wouldn't remember. She was blind after all so he had that as an advantage. The lycanthropes' fingers drummed on his chest, deep in thought.

This was the second night in a row the thought of her had kept him awake, it was upsetting him. Such fluttery feelings were not for his mortal enemy.

…But was she his mortal enemy? Had she not said she abhorred blood? Lies most likely. Lies from a terrified welp of a girl. Doing anything she could to go on to be a parasite to society. And he himself had delivered her right to her destination out of pity. A slight investigation would calm his nerves.

Was she an actual threat?

Was her blindness, a trick?

He shook his head. Of course not. She was helpless.

Helpless and small, weak and gentle. Gorgeous, beautiful and STOP.

Darrell huffed angrily, sitting up, covered in sweat. He bared his teeth and grabbed the toy. Tonight. He would find out tonight.

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Juliet and Priscilla both busied themselves in the kitchen. They had been all evening. Squeezing apples into juice and making sure there was plenty of fresh juice for Claudia.

It was such an odd mutation: the fact that her body did not rebuild itself via the ichor of other living beings but on the liquids of various fruits like a few species of bats did. The Lord and Lady Grey were rather perplexed at this outcome for their daughter: not only being promised their daughters sight back via turning and being lied to by the family doctor, but also forsaking blood. Claudia choosing to sink her fangs into a fresh pear and draining it of its juices, its flesh becoming leathery and wilted without its liquid contents.

This was what Claudia was now, one of a kind. Despite her disability she was taught to read via braille, learn arithmetic and dictation as well as public speaking. What Claudia loved to do most, was sing. Her parents wept in joy that their lovely daughters voice had not been sullied by sorrow at the loss of her sight but preferred to find good things about her long life which were plentiful.

However due to the attack on her carriage it seemed the young maiden refused to sing or barely speak. If it were to speak it was usually asking about who had brought her home.

The blonde haired stranger who left before he could even be rewarded for their charges safe trip to her new home. Little could be told about the man who had piqued Claudia's curiosity.

A Lycanthrope. Claudia was sure. He smelled a dog, a mongrel and a beast. His large clawed hands wrapped around her delicate throat in the air as she kicked helplessly. She didn't disclose that part for fear of worrying her maids further. According to them the bruise on her neck was healing. She sat on her bed, awaiting Juliet to lead her to the dining hall for breakfast.

As Juliet made her way up the stairs, there was a rather loud knock at the door. She drew further as another loud knock accompanied it. The brunette maid opened the large wooden door to find the blonde haired stranger had returned.

"Oh! Hello sir, may I help you?"

Darrell smiled, clearing his throat. "Sure hope ya can. Was makin' my way back from huntin' and I came across this in an old fox hole." Darrell lied, producing the stuffed dog from his coat pocket. "Figured a fancy lookin' toy like this might belong to that girl…"

Juliet lit up. "Come inside please!"

Darrell nodded and walked in after the maid, the front door being shut behind both of them. "I'm sure the my lady would love to meet her saviour again, sir. May I have your name?"

"Darrell, Darrell Todd."

"Upstairs then, sir. Lady Claudia will be more than pleased to see you've returned her favorite stuffy to its rightful owner!"

The pair trekked upstairs as Juliet gently knocked on the girls door. "Lady Claudia, you have company."

There was a slightly muted "Come in!"

The maid gestured Darrell forward. "Hi, ma'am I hope ya don't mind me barging in like this, I found something that belongs to ya."

Claudia looked over towards the sound of the man's voice. Their hands met as the toy was transferred over. Her hands roamed over the roughed up fabric, complete silence. "Mr. Cuddles…" Claudia teared up.

Tag: @slaasherslut @rottent33th @soupbabe @slasherscrybaby @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @6lostgirl6

[bluecoolr]

He hunts his own kind.

@solmints-messyocdiary @probably-a-plant-thing 😗

[probably-a-plant-thing]

Light of my Lord

whoops another AU appeared in my mind. @bluecoolr-main

The False Prophet is pretty much as it sounds. A being appears to Darrell in his younger years claiming to be his "Guardian Angel" but really it wanted to feed off and corrupt his soul.

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[solmints-messyocdiary]

Reading about how Alt Odile would sneak into the church to drink the mass wine made me think of Alt Darrell catching her one night. 🫢👀

How the front of her habit/night dress would be doused in red - such a deep shade that it almost looks like blood.

And -- if you'd allow me to be dirty here -- Father Darrell being incredibly turned on by the sight of her. 🧍🏻‍♀️ ok thank you i'll leave now asgdhsja

Nightly drink 🍷

Blue... BLUE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! I got possessed to draw this I... You have such a big brain I swear. Also... the sultriest Odile I have drawn I swear...

[angxlslasher]

“I will not surrender

I never learned to lose a fight

I´m afraid I´ll have to end ya

Now

You better run or else I just might.”

This edit is dedicated to the slasher OCs that my moots have made! They’re all badass and as tough as nails, but I still wanna scoop ‘em all up and give ‘em a hug🥹💖 also can y’all tell I’m loving making these??? It’s so fun and very satisfying

Music edit under the cut

Darrell Todd belongs to @coppasulfate

Damon “Red” Herring belongs to @cries-in-latino

Cylas Keir belongs to @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

Scarlet belongs to @kalid-raven

Art belongs to @cries-in-latino and @kalid-raven

Dividers by: firefly-graphics