#Peepaw Michael Myers

[kazarka]

My new answer from "Dead by Daylight ask" group

[avocadoraisin]

the sequel bros taste alcohol for the first time in their lives

then they ordered pina coladas instead

[osirisisv]

Local Boogeyman too old to commit war crimes! 👴🏻🎃🔪

Peepaw my beloved <3

[slasherhoe87]

Peepaw Michael's s/o thinking he passed in his sleep 😭😭

So this happened to me with my s/o this morning. I'm still shaken but all is well... felt writing would help me.

SFW / Fem!reader / Angst, fluff, emotional

The sun's warmth and light greeted you when you awoke. Sighing, you felt like if you closed your eyes you could easily fall back asleep.

You turned your head to your left and smiled fondly. Michael was fast asleep. He seemed to sleep longer and more often these days.

Its been five years since he barged into your life and for the first three years of knowing him he did not sleep often nor for so long as he does now.

His age is catching up to him. Though still a deadly powerhouse you notice he comes home earlier than he used to after a night of hunting. When he returns you spy the subtle stiffness in his gait, the crick in his right knee, the weary sigh behind the beat up old mask.

He doesn't protest and fuss like he used to when you offer to draw him a warm bath with your favourite horror themed bath bombs. He sinks into the tub with a blissful groan while you soap your beloved up and massage his taut, knotted shoulders.

You find he seems more content now to sit by your side on the sofa, watching movies or tv - his large calloused hand holding your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on its back. Before this, he lurked alot in the shadows and corners of your small home. Always alert, always hovering, standing, watching. Now he just wants to be close to you at all times.

In the beginning of your relationship, touch was something he was not comfortable with. He had reminded you of a feral cat - aggressive, aloof, skittish. Half the time he ignored you unless he wanted food or sex.

But now, he sought out your touches, your hugs, your cuddles, like a man starved. And sex was no longer just sex - it was love making. It was no more just animalistic rough rutting - now Michael sought your hands to intertwine his fingers through your own. No more does the mask stay on. Now you are gifted with warm, loving soft kisses to your jaw, neck, chest, forehead and mouth.

Sighing softly, you rolled over to face Michael's back and gently ran your fingers up his bare arm. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his neck and then to the side of his handsome, matured face.

You frowned slightly when you received no response. Michael was typically a fairly light sleeper and by now he would'e felt your touches and responded as he always does.

You tried again, this time running the palm of your hand up and down his toned bicep while murmuring a soft good morning in his ear.

Nothing.

Worry slowly bubbled up within you as you still received no response from your lover.

"Michael?" You tentatively call out.

Nothing.

Another call of his name and a firm shake of his bicep this time.

Nothing.

"Michael?"

You place your hand in front of his nose and barely feel any air leaving his nostrils.

You shake his arm harder this time. "Michael!?"

Nothing.

Your bottom lip starts to tremble, your eyes blur with unshed tears, your heart thrums wildly inside your chest all the while shaking his arm again and again.

Just as you let out a choked sob thinking the worst, he jerks awake and immediately turns to look at you, bleary eyed and slightly confused, still in a sleepy haze.

You break down and start crying in full force. Your body feels shaky, your heart is still pounding in your chest.

Michael swiftly sits up and wraps you in his strong embrace. He doesn't know what the hell is going on or why you are so panicked. His first thought is perhaps you had a terrible nightmare and simply need some consoling. If that's the case then he's happy to oblige for the only person he gives a damn about in this world.

Your hold on Michael is like iron - like if you grip him any softer he'll disappear from you like sand falling through your fingers.

Eventually your heartbeat evens out and you feel like you can breath again, think again, feel anything other than dread and sorrow.

Your rest your forehead against Michael's for a moment before you begrudgingly pull away from him.

When you look into his good eye you see worry and confusion. He tilts his head in question as to what had you so spooked.

You look down at your lap, wipe your teary eyes and tear stained cheeks before looking up at him again.

"Y-you wouldn't wake up... I touched you, shook you, called and shouted your name but you continued to lay motionless. I even felt for your breath on my fingers and felt nothing"

You took in another deep breath. Michael had begun to gently rub soothing circles on your intertwined hands.

"I... thought you died in your sleep"

Your lip trembled once more and sobs came out in full force again. You didn't know what you would do in a world without Michael.

Before Michael, you had felt like you were living your life on auto-pilot, just going through the motions of a mediocre life.

Then on halloween night, five years ago, Michael barged into the back door of your small home, injured, bleeding. After getting over the initial shock of the Shape in your home, you tended to his wounds as best you could and Michael seemed to have decided that he wanted to stick around after that.

Now, five years later you truly felt Michael was your soulmate. You only wished that the two of you could've met sooner... that you could've had more time with Michael.

After hearing your answer Michael was taken aback. He certainly didn't expect to hear that of all things. Did he really sleep so deeply last night? It seems so. Though thinking on it now, he has noticed that for a while now he has been waking up more groggily, his eye taking longer to open, his mind taking longer to clear from sleep, him sleeping in well after y/n has gone to work.

He nodded his head and gave a soft sigh. Before he would've scoffed and glared at you but now he could understand where you were coming from - he was entering his winter years and the chance of passing in one's sleep would increase with each month and year to come.

Cupping his large, warm hand to your soft cheek he leaned in giving you a firm, passionate kiss. Within it was the message that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. You spent the morning making love with one another - the morning's ordeal forgotten.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

[brandnewhuman]

Me when Michael Myers does in fact stabs the shit out of me instead of holding me by the throat and aggressively make out with me

[imaginaenespanol]

The Michael Krueger doesn't exist

The Michael Krueger:

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El Michael Krueger no existe

El Michael Krueger:

[baneswood-sins]

Michael Myers/trans male reader: Wall fucking (1.6k)

MINORS DNI!

You hadn’t even realized he was in the house when he pounces on you. You’re walking down the hall toward your room, and suddenly big, rough hands are against you, pressing you up against the wall. Michael stands in his full, bloody glory, tracking mud and god knows what else on your floors. You don't have time to complain to him before he’s yanking up his mask until you can see his lips and nose and pulling you into a bruising kiss. He’s already hard, probably has been since he killed some poor innocent person out too late at night. You try to feel guilty, but it’s hard to feel anything except ecstatic when he’s rutting against you like this. 

You moan into his lips as he grinds forward harshly, already feeling yourself growing slick. He swallows your noises easily, biting your lip and pulling, making you lean forward to follow him. Michael’s tongue thrusts past your lips, hungry, and twines with yours. He tastes faintly coppery, you don't want to know why. When he draws back, you’re connected by a line of spit. You can’t see his eyes with the mask obscuring them, and you wonder if you can get away with it this time. Maybe he’ll let you… 

Before he can grab your hands, you reach up and tear the mask off his face, dropping it to the ground. For the first time, you see him in the flesh, and not the picture that’s been repeated on the news. He’s handsome, even with the scar marring his eye, rendering it sightless. When he was younger he must have been gorgeous. He’s still attractive, and right now he’s frowning harshly at you for the presumption. His hand closes around your neck, threatening to lift you off the ground, but it doesn’t quite cut off your airway. If he was really mad, he’d have killed you by now. He probably knew what you were going to do before you did. He always seemed to be one step ahead of you. 

His frown lines settle back into a neutral expression. For some reason, you thought that he’d be expressive under the mask, like he was hiding something by wearing it. Instead, it looks like he’s wearing another mask, a mask of his face. “Thank you,” you tell him, your hands cupping his face. He’s warm, like any other human, but you know that he isn’t like any other human. He leans forward, expecting another kiss, but you surprise him by peppering his face with kisses instead, his hand still on your neck, but more as a weight than to stop you from moving. His eyes go half-lidded, the barest hint of something soft entering his eyes as you kiss his cheeks, feathering your lips on the soft skin below his eyes. You’re drawn back to his lips, and you kiss him again. Michael seems to unfreeze after that, and goes back to pressing you against the wall, mouth rough and demanding against yours. One of his hands comes up to grasp at your hair, yanking it back with enough force that you yelp, but then his lips and teeth are on your neck, biting and sucking marks into the tender flesh. 

One of your hands cups his head, the other undoing the zip on his coveralls. You drag it down, revealing pale, toned flesh, surprisingly untouched by age. He’s strong and firm under your hands. You reach into his boxers and stroke along the length of his cock, moaning as his stubble scratches against your neck. It’s sure to leave your sensitive skin with beard burn, but it feels so good against you. He bites down hard on the juncture of your shoulder and neck when you stroke him, fingers struggling to close around the girth of his dick. It stings, but it’s probably not deep enough to draw blood. You push him back and he goes easily enough. You look at his cock in your hand, intimidatingly large, and drop to your knees. The hardwood floor is uncomfortable and you wish you had a pillow, but you’re not interrupting this to go grab one. 

You’re at eye level with his dick now, staring at the tip where precum has started to bead. It isn’t the first time you’ve done this, but it never gets less scary. He’s long and thick, fitting of a man of his size and stature, and you lean forward to press a kiss to the head, staring up at him. He’s looking down at you, stoic except for the furrow of his brows. You hope that means he likes it. Leaning forward, you take the head into your mouth, your tongue teasing his glans, licking up salty, bitter precum. He tastes like skin and musk and sweat, surprisingly intoxicating, and you moan, slip him deeper until his tip bumps the back of your throat. It threatens to make you gag, but you fight it off, tears beading in your eyes as one of Michael’s hands lands in your hair and tugs on the strands. You can’t tell if he wants to go deeper or not, so you take a deep breath through your nose and swallow him down. You can’t quite get all of him, so your hand makes up for what your mouth can’t take, sliding along his shaft that’s now slick with spit. 

Your other hand cups his balls, rolling and massaging them as you bob your head along the length of his cock. His hand in your hair tightens, anchoring. You moan, thighs rubbing together. Your jaw aches, but you ignore it in favor of pulling off for a second to feather kisses along his shaft, trying to give him your best seductive look. It must work because he tugs you by your hair until you’re standing again as he pins you to the wall with a bruising kiss. His hands are hot on you, not bothering with your shirt in favor of going straight to your pants, popping the button and yanking them down your legs so roughly that it stings where the denim has dragged against your legs. You hurriedly step out of them, shucking off your boxers before he decides to rip them off you. His hand is between your legs in a heartbeat, fingers sliding over your dick, aching for his attention, running through your slick folds. Two fingers enter you with little resistance, slipping in and stretching you out the barest amount. Michael’s never been good at foreplay, but you’re looking forward to the main event too. 

When his fingers leave you, you can’t help a moan of frustration, but then his hands are on the backs of your thighs and he’s lifting you straight off the ground. You brace against the wall, legs shooting to wrap around his waist. He supports you easily, and you marvel at how strong he is, holding you steady without even a shake in his arms. His cock slides up the apex of your thighs, bumps your dick at this angle, and you rut against him for a second, pleasure sparking behind your eyes. The head of his cock slips past your entrance, misses, and you reach down to grasp him, lining him up. This time, when he ruts forward, he slides deep in you, and you groan at the stretch. It burns in the best way, an ache starting up deep inside you where he’s buried. He grunts, quietly, and buries his face in your neck, biting the flesh there until you’re sure you’ll have an imprint of his teeth there in the morning.

He fucks into you harshly, panting into your neck while your back bangs against the wall. “Fuck, Michael,” you whisper, turning your head to press a kiss to the side of his face, “kiss me.” He obliges you, leaning up to bite your lip, tongue fucking you at the same pace his cock was. His beard scratches at your face, rough and delicious, and he thrusts into you like he’s an animal. Every once and a while, grunts and growls escape him, and you clench down hard at the noises, so rare from him. He must have been desperate tonight, to be so noisy for you. His hands press bruises into the backs of your thighs and hips where he’s holding you up and you kind of can’t wait to see the imprint of his fingers in the mirror the next morning. You bite his lip, dragging it between your teeth, before surging forward, tasting stale blood and the unique flavor of his mouth. Your hand comes down to rub tight circles around your throbbing dick and you moan helplessly as you send yourself over the edge. 

You clamp down on his cock like a vise, legs shaking where they’re wrapped around the broad span of his hips. He gasps, the noise cut off, and his rutting hips lose their rhythm, fucking into you brutally as he chases his own climax. He hits it not a minute later, teeth clamping down on your neck so hard they break skin, but you’re hardly in the headspace to be concerned about it, moaning and riding out your orgasm as he cums inside you. 

When he sets you down on your feet, your legs collapse and you fall to your knees in front of him again. He looms over you, cock softening and wet with your combined release. “Welcome home, Michael,” you tell him, shaking, as you lift a hand to your bloodied neck. He looks down at you, blood in his scruffy beard, and you think you see the barest hint of a smile.

[willowwritings]

intro thingie

hello! i’m Willow. i like writing, and i finally decided to start a blog where i can share my self-indulgent (and public-indulgent) fics about my favorite comfort characters.

things to know about me:

i go by any pronouns

i am pansexual

i am 18

my zodiac placements are pisces sun, virgo moon, and gemini rising

my personality type is infp

my favorite food is spaghetti

my favorite color is pink

my favorite singer is Taylor Swift

my favorite writer is Jane Austen

requests are open!

who do i write for?:

Carrie

Carrie White (platonic only)

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Friday The 13th

Jason Voorhees

Halloween

OG Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Peepaw Michael Myers

House Of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Laid To Rest

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Matcher

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

(more will be added as i watch more movies/get comfortable with other characters.)

what will i write?:

hurt/comfort

fluff

nsfw

what will i not write?:

yandere fics

fics that depict unhealthy/abusive relationships. if the concept is used for backstory or hurt/comfort fic purposes, that’s fine

i will not actively write anything related to noncon/dubcon, incest, hardcore kinks (bdsm, blood kink, any disgusting kinks, none of that. it makes me uncomfortable). basically anything out of moral reasoning, i will not write. if the concept is used for backstory or hurt/comfort fic reasons, that’s fine, but i will not actively write it.

DNI if you are:

MAPS/PEODOS, CGL type accounts, Pro ED/SH, Pro Real Killers, Racists, Transphobes, Homophobes, Anti-LGBT, Ableist, Pro Gun, Pro Cop/Gov

[kazarka]

What would you say to the Survivors in the lobby if you could?

Just a quick thing with Michael to try something new in drawing :)

[avocadoraisin]

mmmmichael practice

[osirisisv]

A jack o' lantern party on cristal lake camp!

26 days for Halloween yay! 🎃✨

[slasherhoe87]

🥧Slashers' Favourite Dish their S/0 Makes for Them🍲

Short and sweet. Just a little idea that popped into my head while watching Masterchef Australia

Feat. Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG / Peepaw / RZ), The Sinclairs, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

English Sunday Roast: pork roast with crackling, peas, yorkshire puddings, golden roast potatoes, roasted carrots, green beans and a boatload of brown gravy

Dessert? sticky toffee pudding

JASON VOORHEES

Cheesy Tuna Noodle Casserole - his mom made this dish for him all the time and he loved it

Dessert? lemon bars - another favourite of his that bring up the precious few good memories he has of his childhood

MICHAEL MYERS (OG)

Ground Beef Lasagna with extra white sauce

Dessert? pumpkin pie with a big dollop of vanilla cream

PEEPAW MYERS

Meatloaf with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes and roasted mix veg (its all easy on the teeth 😁😂)

Dessert? strawberry & rhubarb pie

RZ MICHAEL MYERS

Full Thanksgiving Dinner: roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, dinner rolls, mix veg and lots of brown gravy and cranberry sauce (he remembers his mom when you make this and is flooded with good memories of her and him together)

Dessert? pecan pie

BO SINCLAIR

T-Bone Steak with a Loaded Baked Potato and Corn on the Cob as a side

Dessert? banana split

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Rump Steak with a Mixed Mushroom Sauce and a side of Sweet Potato Fries

Dessert? dark chocolate brownie with a scoop of mint ice cream

LESTER SINCLAIR

One-Pot Smoky Beans and Roadkill Meatball Stew

Dessert? ice cream sundae

BILLLY LOOMIS

Spaghetti Bolognaise with lots of Red Sauce

Dessert? chocolate lava cake - he likes watching the chocolate sauce spill out of from its middle

STU MACHER

Pepperoni Pizza

Dessert? birthday cake flavoured ice cream in a sugared cone with tons of sprinkles on top

HARRY WARDEN

Fillet Steak with a Red Wine Sauce, Garlic Parsnip Mash and Roasted Green Asparagus as a side

Dessert? black forest cake

THOMAS HEWITT

Chili Con Carne - likes it with ground beef you purchased from the butcher or with more... questionable ground "beef" - as long as you make it, he loves it

Dessert? peach cobbler

[suvidrache]

Incorrect Quotes | Brahms and Peepaw Michael

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 330 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Brahms: Change is inedible.

Peepaw/Michael: Don’t you mean inevitable?

Brahms, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

-

Brahms: I’ve already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Peepaw/Michael: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

-

Brahms, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Peepaw/Michael: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

-

Brahms: Peepaw/Michael…

Peepaw/Michael: Oh no, ‘Peepaw/Michael’ in b-flat.

Peepaw/Michael: You’re disappointed.

-

Brahms: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Peepaw/Michael: I beg to differ

Brahms: Then Beg

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Brahms: petition to remove the ’d’ from Wednesday

Peepaw/Michael: Wednesay

Brahms: Not what I had in mind, but I’m flexible

-

Brahms: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Peepaw/Michael: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Brahms: I am not out of control! I’m a law abiding citizen!

Peepaw/Michael: Really? Name one law

Brahms: Don’t kill people?

Peepaw/Michael: That’s on me. I set the bar too low.

-

Brahms, trying to cheer Michael up: Things could be worse, you know!

Peepaw/Michael: How?

Brahms: How what?

Peepaw/Michael: How could they be worse?

Brahms: They couldn’t, I lied.

Peepaw/Michael:

-

Brahms: What’s up? I’m back.

Peepaw/Michael: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Brahms: Death is a social construct.

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Michael: I’m going to take you out

Brahms: great, it’s a date!

Michael: I meant that as a threat.

Brahms: See you at five!

-

Brahms: Here’s some advice

Peepaw/Michael: I didn’t ask for any

Brahms: Too bad. I’m stuck here with my thoughts and you’re the only one who talks to me

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

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[brandnewhuman]

We all know that Michael can't really feel pain. Like some people like to follow the cannon explanation of him having a medical condition others like to take wrong decisions and say "beCAUse HE iS EVil"

I personally think that he feels pain only if it's something really fucking big like when laurie blew his fingers off. And I personally think he has always been this way, even as a child.

WHY AM I BRINGING THIS UP? cause I thought about the fact that besides being dangerous it's a really sad thing too. Like imagine him as child, seeing everyone getting tended or cared for when they get hurt but he when he did no one really moved to help him. He grows up thinking that if he's hurt its not a big deal and it's not worthy of worry.

SO LIKE IMAGINE MICHAEL WHEN HIS S/O TRIES TO TEND TO HIS WOUND FOR THE FIRST TIME AND AT FIRST HE'S SKEPTICAL ABOUT IT AND DOESN'T WANT YOUR HELP. LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ACT AND THE MORE YOU DO IT THE MORE HE MELTS AND GETS ADDICTED TO IT. LIKE ITS THE THING HE LOOKS FORWARD THE MOST WHEN HE'S GETTING HOME, TO GET YOU TO LOOK AT HIM ALL WORRIED AND HAVING SOMEONE WHO FINALLY CARES IF HE'S WELL OR NOT.

AND THE FACT THAT YOU'RE STILL CAREFUL SO YOU DON'T HURT HIM EVEN IF YOU BOTH KNOW HE CAN'T FEEL SHIT OMGGGGGG. like you make him so human again, like he's real and really exists and matters as much as everyone else. He does the SAME FOR YOU

HE DOES THE FUCKING SAME BRO, JESUS CHRIST. HE DOESN'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT TREATING WOUNDS SO HE JUST KIND OF PUT A SHIT TON OF BANDAGES ON YOU BUT HE TRIEEEEES. HE'S TRYING TO CAREEEEW FOR YOUUUUUUU BESTIE FOR YOUUUU

It's not even funny how much this man makes me think. His stupid traumatised ass is driving me insane

[jennilah]

anyway tagging this w a bunch of relevant tags hoping for you tag prowlers to help me out here

i wanna follow more slasher FANART accounts. horny is fine too, yall are fucking hilarious in ur own way

memes, art, gifs, vids, anything. i want Content™ blasted through my bloodstream faster than its current pace

esp Michael & Jason bc theyre my faves so far

DBD is cool too, i dont play but hey, u guys got good memes & clips

cant guarantee ill follow but ill at least check out your recommendations.

i miss the days where every fandom had a go-to "___pls" account that was just nonstop fanart every day. gimme those if u follow any active ones