#peter myer

[kmalexander]

Myer: A Free 18th Century Settlement Brush Set for Fantasy Maps

Tucked away in the Met’s American Swords and Firearms gallery in downtown Manhattan, there’s a small powder horn on display. These hollowed-out bovine horns were common in the 18th century until they were eventually phased out by powder flasks. Carved into this particular horn is a crude but intricate map of the Province of New York around the middle of the 18th Century. That map, allegedly…

[taeaura]

reblog from insta 'cause why not

[nobitchs-world]

Me: I love horror movie slashers

My scary ass if I ever saw them:

[macabrebatz]

HORROR MASTERLIST

Notes: I write for so many horror characters that I gave most of them their own masterlist. Some characters are grouped together by source material (like characters from the Saw films) while others get their own individual masterlist. Never did I expect to be writing for 30+ horror characters but here we are.

Multiple character posts

Pinhead & The Cenobites

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Art the Clown

The Sinclairs (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Jennifer Check (no longer writing for her)

The Fireflys (Baby, Otis, Rufus, Spaulding)

Candyman

Steven Wilkins

The Driller Killer

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Freddy Krueger

Valak & Malthus

Ghostface

Pyramid Head

Ash Williams

Patrick Bateman

Pennywise

Jack Torrance

Tiffany Valentine & Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (human vers.)

Saw Characters (Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Adam Stanheight, Lawrence Gordon, John Kramer)

Repo! Characters (Pavi Largo, Luigi Largo, Nathan Wallace, Graverobber)

The Lost Boys

The Haunt Actors (The Ghost, The Devil, The Clown, & The Zombie)

Asa Emory

Yautjas

[coolpeaches]

Reno Gold and Peter Korth photographed by Corey Myers for 'Homme Fatale' by Patrick Church

[charliedawn]

How the slashers and the Hannibal fam would react to reader having nightmares 💙🌙

Love your AU and writing 🌟

Jason Voorhees

Jason had noticed your shivering long before you awoke. He’d been sitting near your bedside, carving a piece of wood absently when your breath hitched. When you shot up with a small gasp, Jason gently placed the carving down and tilted his head. He didn’t speak, of course, but he did lean in—just in case you wanted a snuggle buddy. When you leaned into him without thinking, he didn’t hesitate. His arms enveloped you, protective and steady. He held you until your shaking stopped, then offered the little carving—it was a baby rabbit.

Michael Myers

You’d woken up sweating, heart hammering in your chest. Michael was standing in the corner of the room, silent as always. He didn’t speak, only scribbled a note in the tiny notebook he always kept clipped to his jacket. When he handed it to you, it read: You’re safe. Then he sat at the edge of the bed to hold you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep again.

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Thomas had rushed in when he heard you cry out. He looked wild with worry at first, machete forgotten somewhere along the way. When he saw you trembling, he sat beside you and offered his hand, surprisingly gentle. He didn’t know how to comfort with words, but he placed your hand in his and pulled out a small tin music box, one you’d once admired. He turned the crank until the music lulled you back to sleep.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba had panicked at first, waking up to your distressed murmurs. He made soft, frantic noises and rushed to your side with his mask slightly askew. Once you were awake, he cupped your face in his warm hands, tilting his head to try to read your emotions. He began mimicking soft cooing sounds and pulled out a tattered teddy bear he’d kept since childhood. He gave it to you with a big, uncertain smile.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy had already seen the nightmare—you didn’t even have to describe it. You awoke with a start, his name already in your mouth. When he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and sarcastic as ever, he muttered, “Next time, just invite me in—I’ll rewrite the whole damn thing.” But beneath the barbs, he looked shaken. Freddy sat by you and, after a long pause, said, “Nightmares are only scary when you think you’re alone. You’re not.”

He then pressed a hand against your forehead and disappeared…

You had no more nightmares that night.

Norman Bates

Norman had already put the kettle on by the time you wandered out of your room with a blanket around your shoulders. “Bad dream?” he asked softly. He handed you a cup of chamomile and gestured for you to sit beside him on the couch. “Sometimes I wake up and…Mother’s voice is still in my head,” he confessed gently, offering companionship without pity. You two sat in comfortable silence after that, the soft clink of spoons in mugs your lullaby. You didn’t even feel it when he kissed your temple and gave you his shoulder to sleep on.

Bo Sinclair

Bo heard you cry out and burst into the room with his shotgun in hand, thinking there was an intruder. When he saw your tear-streaked face, he paused, slowly lowering the weapon. “Damn, darlin’. You scared the hell outta me,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, he added hesitantly, “You want me to stay a while?” He lay down beside you—on top of the blanket—and told you a ridiculous, half-true story about a gator he once caught to keep your mind off the fear.

Vincent Sinclair

That night, when your whimpers pulled Vincent from sleep, he climbed from his cot and silently sat beside you. He offered you his sketchbook and a pencil. You both sat drawing quietly for an hour, until your heartbeat calmed. He drew a small image of you sleeping with a protective hand around you—his—and tore it out to leave on your nightstand.

Lester Sinclair

The moment you screamed, he barged inside with a baseball bat—ready to fight. But then a realized you only had a nightmare. He left and you thought he had gone back to his own room when he came back in your room with fruit juice boxes and snacks. “Nothin’ like a full stomach to make ya feel like everythin’s a’right.” He then put on the TV and you watched cartoons while having your midnight snack.

Pennywise

Pennywise heard the nightmare forming in your mind, the scent of fear blooming like steam in the air. When you awoke, gasping, he was already at your bedside, crouched like a gremlin with furrowed brows. “You dreamed of being eaten,” he told you, almost offended. “By me, no less.” Then, with a theatrical sigh, he produced a balloon animal. “You know I’d never eat you. I’d miss you far too much.” You laughed in spite of yourself, and he beamed.

Penny

Penny had crawled into your room like a curious cat, nose twitching. “You had a bad dream?” he asked, as though it were a puzzle. You nodded. “I have one too, sometimes. There’s a big bird that pecks at my heart,” he whispered, snuggling under the blanket with you uninvited. “But you’re not alone, little birdy. I’m here now.” He hummed a tune until your eyelids fluttered again.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had been watching from the crawlspace. The moment he heard you whimper, he emerged in eerie silence, face pale and mask clutched in his hand. “Did someone hurt you?” he asked, voice quiet and a little too calm. You shook your head, breath still ragged. He sat beside you and took your hand. “I don’t like when you’re scared,” he whispered. “That’s not allowed.” He lay beside you and insisted you face him while you slept again, “so the dreams can’t find you.”

Jack Torrance

Jack woke up at the sound of your nightmare and sat up in bed like a man struck by lightning. “Dreams’ll get ya,” he said, almost to himself, eyes wide. But then he looked at you, truly saw you, and softened. “Hey…hey, it’s just a dream. It’s not real. You’re here. With me.” He wrapped his arms around you, and even as he trembled from his own ghost memories, he held you steady. He told you about his favorite book as a kid, and somehow, you both calmed down by chapter two.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. (1991)

He entered your room as soon as he sensed something was amiss—he had an uncanny way of knowing. He sat at your bedside with a glass of warm spiced milk and asked, “Would you tell me what frightened you?” His voice was low and soft, words carefully chosen. As you explained, he nodded, never interrupting. “Dreams are but mirrors of the self. You were brave to wake up.” He kissed your forehead and stayed beside you, humming a lullaby in a language you couldn’t place.

Hannibal Lecter Jr. (2013)

You awoke to find him already seated beside you, reading a book. “You cried out,” he informed you calmly. “You might find it helpful to speak about it aloud.” His fingers rested lightly on your wrist, pulse under his touch. When you told him, he merely nodded and offered interpretation. “That creature in your dream? That may be fear, my dear. But you having nothing to fear. For I will protect you. I promise.” Later, he brewed jasmine tea and you fell asleep to the rustle of turning pages beside you.

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan had barged in, all clinical concern and blazing eyes. “Nightmare?” he asked quickly, already checking your pulse and brushing your damp hair from your face. “Your cortisol levels must be through the roof.” He didn’t speak much after that—just pulled you into his arms, letting the silence say what his pride wouldn’t. He didn’t let go until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin had been painting and didn’t notice until you stumbled into his studio, shaken. “Bloody hell, what happened?” You told him, stammering, and he softened. “A nightmare, huh? You poor thing.” He set his brush down, wrapped you in a giant knitted blanket, and started doodling your dream monster on a scrap canvas—only it had clown shoes and googly eyes. “Not so scary now, huh?”

Peter Hannibal

Peter had been crying over a sad movie when you found him, so when you came in teary-eyed too, he opened his arms immediately. “You had a nightmare too?” he whispered. You nodded, and he buried his face in your shoulder. “Let’s protect each other then, okay?” You curled up on the floor together in a pile of pillows and dreams, whispering stories until your fears fell away.

[filthyslashertoad]

Slasher First Date Headcannons

Oh yeah guys, guess who’s adding more characters! ME!!!! So…introducing…PETER STRAHM AND… MARK HOFFMAN!!!! (air horn noises)

Also just to be clear I’m writing for lestat and Louis from the movie NOT THE TV SHOW(It’s just not that good imo)

Peter Strahm

Is a hopeless romantic that 100% believes in love at first sight.

Talks way too much and gets very passionate when sharing his own interests.

Is the type to bring you multiple different flowers because he wasn't sure what you'd like.

Prefers first dates to be at restaurants or cafes.

Mark Hoffman

Is an asshole to you the first time he meets you because he thinks that it counts as flirting?

Quickly becomes absolutely enamored by you and wants to know everything about you.

The day after he definitely finds you walking down the street and blares his sirens to get your attention and say some cheesy pickup line to ask you out on another date.

Michael Myers

The closest you're gonna get to a first date with him is him showing up at your house and eating all of your food while staring at you from a nearby hallway.

Don't expect a first date kiss, but do expect a sentimental staring contest before he leaves.

Amanda Young

Your first date was probably being in a jigsaw trap she either made for you or both of you being in the same trap. (She doesn't have much of a social life)

Quickly becomes attached to you and goes out of her way to make you survive the trap.

Bo Sinclair

Hits on you when you pass through the town and invites you to have a picnic on his lunch break(Which consists of beer, crackers, a few blueberries, beer, and hotdogs)

Tells you all about mechanic stuff and some of the prettier parts of the town.

After lunch, he invites you to go out with him if you're passing through(fixes your car for free).

Vincent Sinclair

Teaches you how to make candles and mini wax figurines. (It's harder than it looks)

Makes a tiny doll version of you and him and gives them to you.

Not much talking happens during the date(obviously) but he makes up for it with hand gestures.

Patrick Bateman

Hears one of his buddies talking about you and how beautiful you are and automatically decides he needs you to be his girlfriend.

Pulls out the nines, I'm talking Dior suit, Givenchy shoes, and he even buys new hair gel before your date so he looks as fresh as possible.

Will most likely talk almost the entire date about his accomplishments while using business jargon.

Lestat(Interview with a Vampire)

Most likely had the intention of seducing you to suck your blood but realized that you had more to you than what seemed.

Invites you to go to the opera with him and Louis but ends up taking you to a much more secluded section of the opera house.

Wants to turn you into a vampire on the first date(I don't even know what base that reaches)

Louis(Interview with a Vampire)

Isn't much of a romantic(anymore) so it's more so a deep conversation shared between the two of you in a beautiful garden.

Asks you what it's like to be human and what you admire about life.

Gives you a bouquet of his favorite roses as a surprise.

Michael Emerson

Wants to really really impress you so he takes you to a bunch of places that are "hidden" and brings a bunch of snacks. (Doesn't mind also going to see a movie)

Definitely tries to kiss you on the first date.

After your date Sam teases him all night about his crush on you.

[florabellalove]

LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH 🦢🫶🏼

sometimes I just want to read a reverse comfort fic about some big burly character absolutely breaking down, call it a saviour kink or whatever but there seems to be an absence in this world

[sunni-yg]

𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏꩜.ᐟ

[princessimotep]

Blind Character Devotion

Anyone else just ever watch a film / series or play a game and you meet this one character and it just changes your whole perspective? These characters can just turn your brain to mush and you wish they were real?

My genuine reaction when I see them-

[lucycore]

I'm so random..I can't even

Maybe someone out there will relate to some at least..

[dr0ct]

Horror arts dump!

[actuallyminapaige]

i could fix them ❤️

made a video about every character i think i could fix except it gets progressively worse

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, how are you? I wanted to ask you how the slashers and the Hannibal family would react when they discover that Y/N is an Irish fairy like Aisling, a Selkie like Saoirse, and a wolfwalker like Mebh, and I wanted to ask you if you like Tomm Moore's films like The Secret of Kells, Song of the Sea, and Wolfwalkers (also, I was wondering how Eddie and the Horde would react)

FUN FACT : TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY

Message from author: Happy (- litre late) Birthday to you @sydneyneftlixarts 😄

Freddy Krueger

"You’re like a freakin’ Irish Powerpuff Girl," he jokes. But when you transform in front of him—really transform—he shuts up. "…Okay. That’s actually badass." Deep down, he’s impressed and maybe even a little jealous. Might call you his ‘freaky seal’ or ‘enchanted hellhound.’

Michael Myers

Silent, watchful. He’d stare at you differently after the discovery—not with fear or confusion, but with a deeper kind of curiosity. You’ve always seemed ethereal to him, but now it makes sense. When you vanish into mist, whisper with trees, or walk as a wolf in the woods, he simply follows. You’re not a monster to him—you’re family.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. (1991)

He immediately identifies your folklore roots. His fascination with folklore finds new life in you. "Ah, a creature older than time, hidden beneath skin." He tests the boundaries gently—"Do you feel pain like we do ? Do you age ?" He offers you exquisite seaweed-wrapped dishes and asks pointed questions about your sealskin. He’s charming, but always calculating. You are a delicacy, intellectually and maybe otherwise…Be careful. 🥲

Hannibal Lecter Jr.

He understands you. He’s the only one who says, "I suspected." He doesn’t fear your wolf teeth or your seal appearance—he embraces your duality. "You are one of these rare beauties that can be found once in a lifetime. I won’t let such beauty die when I can preserve it."

Morgan Hannibal

He wants to test you. Blood samples, how your anatomy works, how the transformations occur. He will do his research and since he is first and foremost a man devoted to science—he will be observing and learning from you. But he’s respectful. Secretly he’s fascinated, completely taken by your wildness. He will protect you, but the cost might be too high…

Kevin Hannibal

Draws you nonstop. He’s obsessed with the way your hair moves, the shimmer of your selkie skin, the shape of your claws when you growl. He’s blunt about it: "You’re unreal. In a good way." He also makes you sea-salt caramel desserts like it’s a religion.

Peter Hannibal:

Peter falls HARD. He sees you as a creature of heaven. He starts writing songs about you, sobbing as he does it. "You’re so beautiful I wanna die." He’s emotionally overwhelmed by your presence and insists on protecting you like you are his very own magical princess. He clings to your Selkie stories and weeps every time you sing. Also will unfortunately hide your seal skin because he wants to keep you forever…

Bo Sinclair:

"Alright, sugar…now ya gotta be messin’ with me." He’d act skeptical, but the moment he sees you talk to animals or heal someone with a song, he’s shaken. Your wolf form especially leaves him speechless and confused. He starts calling you his ‘wild thing’ and will 100% pick fights with anyone who looks at you sideways.

Vincent Sinclair

Speechless. Sketches you in every form—wolf, seal, human. Obsessed with your hair, your glowing eyes, the way you hum to the moon. He secretly builds a hidden shrine in your honor. He views you as sacred.

Jason Voorhees

Jason would be entranced. Eventually, he’d leave offerings in his strange, quiet way: feathers, bones, shells. Watching you transform into a spectral wolf or slip into the sea with that otherworldly glow ? He’d stand by the shore like a loyal guardian, just watching. It reminds him of purity, of nature—two things he deeply respects. You’d never have to worry about being hunted. Because he would kill anyone who would want to take you away from where you belong.

Brahms Heelshire

Utterly enchanted. He already thought you were some kind of fairy, and now that it’s confirmed ? He believes it’s fate. "That’s why you’re so kind, so different…you’re not like them." He is referring to other humans. He grows possessive, seeing himself as your chosen mortal. And when you sing like Saoirse, he hides and sobs, claiming it hurts and heals him all at once. The Selkie part scares him the most—he’s terrified you’ll slip back into the ocean and leave him. He hides your sealskin (gently…lovingly…obsessively).

Pennywise

His head cocks at your song. "You…are not from this world." He sees you shimmer in your spirit form and grins with rows of teeth. Pennywise sings too—that’s how he catches his preys. He sings them to sleep and devours them that way. But when you bare your wolf teeth and howl with power that shakes the ground, he pauses. He realizes—you’re like him. He knows. He remembers. He’s met your kind before. He’s not afraid—he’s intrigued. "Little sea-skin soul…aren’t you far from home ?" Fae creatures, old spirits—he knows them. He also knows you do not belong here…

Penny

Absolutely obsessed. He follows you everywhere like an enchanted child, fascinated by your every shift and secret. "Can you fly ? Can you talk to trees ? Do you eat souls like me ?" He doesn’t want to hurt you—he wants to be like you. And he’s constantly asking for songs, dances, or stories from your fairy kin. He immediately calls you ‘sister.’ He’s fascinated. He follows you when you run as a wolf, swims with you when you’re a seal, and hums with you when you’re glowing in the moonlight. You’re wild and weird like him, and he absolutely loves it.

Norman Bates:

Terrified. Enchanted. Confused. He doesn’t know whether to fall in love or run. "Are you…are you an angel ?" He clings to you like a spiritual experience, like you are his divine protector. Your gentleness, grace and otherworldly aura soothe his paranoia. He starts calling you “miracle” in private.

Jack Torrance

"Okay…what the fuck did I just drink." He brushes off your transformations at first as hallucinations, but then he starts seeing forest spirits in the corners of rooms and hearing your voice calling his name even when you’re not around. He starts unraveling again—this time, not from madness, but from awe. "You’re real, aren’t you…?" He then smirks and chuckles. "Well damn…Didn’t see that one coming."

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]