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Just discovered your page, and I enjoy your writing!!! Hope you're doing well!!
Could you possibly write something about the Sawyer family's reaction to a s/o that was/is like a big serial killer? They'd mainly use their victims as art pieces?
maybe even news of their deeds has reached out texas (if they weren't originally from Texas)
Regardless if not possible, I'm just glad you write for them, thanks for that!
Thank you pookie wookie bear and sure anon and yes we need ppl to write for niche horror fandoms also btw these killers have a moral code and don’t go for women or children because I feel bad writing normal serial killers🙂😤
Sawyers/Slaughters x accomplished serial killer! GN! Reader
Johnny Slaughter
-when he first met you he was surprised
-what, a little thing like you really could be the infamous New York journalist proclaimed “Bloody Painter”, known for your high victim count, showing your victims in gruesome public displays of different body parts, and most of all: your ability to evade capture
-you fled to Texas in a stolen car, abandoning it off to the side as you met a sweet, handsome young man with an arrogant grin and a cocky stance~ just the kind of man you loved carving into
-you both flirted for a while, equally unaware of the others intentions, both having the illusion of dominance and thinking the other the fool, until eventually you get him to invite you to his home for dinner
-halfway there he stops, pulling out his hunting knife as you begin to pull out your favorite carving tool as well, and the moment he turns around with his knife and feral eyes, you do the exact same, and that’s when he knew, knew what- and who you were
-“Well… I’ll be damned.” Johnny chuckles lowly at you, still making eye contact as you eye him with caution
-“You best be careful too, pretty boy, or I’ll slice you open like a pig and lick your guts…” You respond, a slight smirk as you lick your knife
-“Best of luck with that, darlin’. In the city they do things a little different than here in Texas.” He huffs though arrogance, lunging at you
-you both get into a weird flirting/death threat cycle for a while, ending with you both panting on the ground from trying to literally kill one another, and finally call a truce
-you get introduced to the family and are instantly welcome, you’re practically a celebrity. But most importantly, you and Johnny are unstoppable.
Nubbins Sawyer
-You and Nubbins had met in a rather… unconventional way. You had been fleeing from Washington, where you had been coined as the “DC Rope Gutter”, often hanging your victims in a noose of… well, their own guts. But they had it coming, you like to say.
-you’d been in your car, too covered in dirt for the license plate to be visible, when you spotted a greasy looking man on the side of the road, and found him almost… attractive, in your sick and twisted mind
-he instantly recognized you, standing there in shock as you pulled over
-“Y-you! You’re the-the… the DC Rope Gutter! I-I read a-about you in th-the papers! Saw y-your pi-picture! C-can I get a ride?”
-you nod and smirk at his overeager demeanor, after all, who are you to deny such a fan of your work?
-he spends most of the car ride yapping about how great you and your work are and how he hung up some roadkill in your style, gut nooses
-by the end of the car ride he’s convinced you to come for dinner with his family, who he eagerly explains your identity to, and you sit down and have dinner with them
-as you leave, Nubbins walks you out, and for a second you forget how he could ever even be a killer, when he looks up at you with such adoration and affection in his eyes, and you decide to give him a kiss goodnight, leaving him speechless and blushing. Just the way you like him.
Sissy Slaughter
-you and Sissy had gone wayyyy back, even back to before you were a big time killer, and just a fellow member of her cult in California, the nature of your relationship nothing more than acquaintances
-one day sissy had left the cult to go back to Texas, you had left two weeks prior and gone on a bloodthirsty adventure of your own, with only a thumb held up to hitchhike with, and your spiked bat
-you were known as the “Double B Killer”, the B’s standing for Bloody Beating, as that’s exactly what you did, beating any man who looked at you the wrong way bloody with your bat, and leaving them in motels with bloody messages on the walls for staff to find, leaving a crimson trail across America, eventually ending up in Texas, where you lay in a field of spring flowers, smiling at the blue sky
-suddenly, a familiar voice pops up “Sunshine? It’s been forEVER, sugar!” Sissies bubbly voice perks up, “How you doing, I heard youreeee a big time now, got a name an’ everythin’, hm?” She giggles, sitting next to you as you catch up and tell her the details of your trip since the cult, and she catches you up on family life as well
-she eventually invites you back to the house, where you eat a meal with her family, instantly charming them all with your sweet demeanor, and agreeing to stay for a week around the farm
-a week turns into a month… a month turns to two, and eventually you and sissy have grown quite close, having a (surprisingly) healthy relationship and you are both forced to be reckoned with, your artistic ability and her beautiful, sick mind, that not even you know what’s going through half the time
-but you don’t need to. All you need is her, and you certainly have her.
Drayton Sawyer
-You now worked at the farm with Drayton, your killing days were long over, and you and him had grown up into the brutal lifestyle of the Slaughters together, and wee both part of an unsolved chain of murders dubbed “The Texas Two Cent Murders”, because you and him were just young adults and had a running gag of leaving pennies in the eyeball sockets of your victims
-You had the artistic vision, he simply followed along, you enjoyed making your art much more than he did, and he respected the process
-after all, you were two creatives… in slightly unconventional ways, him with his cooking and mastery of flesh, and you with your corpse manipulating, enough to send police shitting at the crime scene
-you and him grew closer and closer in relationship, still laughing about your golden days as you get older, or giving a knowing grin whenever you spot a penny lying around
-you are one of the few a people that Drayton lets in, and become a crucial part of the family, the polite balancing out his rude, but the slightly younger mind to balance out his older one
-he respects you as an artist and always will, and boy does he enjoy watching you indulge your craft.
Bubba Sawyer
-you and Bubba had already known each other for quite some time before he ever knew about your dark past
-which is why he was so suprised one day to see you humming as you dipped your paintbrush into the decapitated girls head, collecting the crimson to then paint on the bone mask you had made off a freshly killed boy
-you smile at him, and he gives you a confused and startled look, and you realize you had never told him, patting the seat next to you as you explain
-You were known as “Virginia Masquerade Killer”, Often wearing or putting masks made of the bones of previous victims on your latest face, decorating them with the blood of your last victim, and you had slowly made your way up to Texas after simply realizing Virginia just doesn’t appreciate artistic prowess as much as you’d hoped…
-Bubba looks intrigued by the mask, similar to his own skin mask, and grunts in question, wondering if you’ll make one for him as he cocks his head to the side, and you look into his pretty eyes, smiling and nodding, because who can say no to that face?
-Bubba respects your craft as much as he’s careful around you, and loves it when you make him your special bone masks to wear, as they’re surprisingly comfortable to sleep in
-He loves listening to your stories and watching you create and wear the masks, and you both have several photos of you both posing with them
-very sweet for a serial killer couple
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hello my most favorite writer in the world. Can you do headcanons for the sawyers where y/n saves them from a victim and kills the victim but immediately has a breakdown after because they never wanted to kill anyone? How would the Sawyer comfort them?
🫶❤️ yessss pookie
Sawyer/Slaughter Family x New Killer! GN! Reader
Johnny Slaughter
-he never thought you could do it
-I mean, when he first caught you, you had held your tiny little bone knife, your chin quivering with effort to not burst into fearful tears, almost adorably as if you thought you could come close to being a threat to him as you yelled at him to stay back, or else!
-next thing you knew, you were Johnnys new obsession, and well, he liked keeping his things close
-tied up in his shack, to be exact
-sweet n tough little thing you were, it took him months to stop you from trying to run from him
-but he never thought you’d grow so protective over him, he ain’t exactly the lovable type
-but his perspective on you changed whenever a victim who had gotten close to stabbing Johnny in the neck with a bone knife met their untimely end at your hands- or, knife, rather
-he saw you with sissy’s borrowed razor blade, standing over the dead corpse of the victim, shaking and shivering as if you didn’t just violently stab her to death
-he personally felt proud about you killing her and didn’t get why you was cryin’, you just saved him, an’ ain’t that a good thing?
-he probably doesn’t comfort you that much or at all, leaving you alone for the rest of the day, but that night he certainly shows you how proud he is in some of the only ways he can….
-“Honey, now you may not damn understand but you- you saved my life out there! Fuck them morals, you have me, an’ that’s all you need ta’ care bout.”
-(yall nasty)
Sissy Slaughter
-you were her pet, her precious who she wouldn’t dare let the kiss of death reach any time soon
-and honestly you two got along swell
-you didn’t like that she killed at first, but honestly, you didn’t know what was going on in her head half the time and it was useless to stop her
-besides, she was always sweet to you, and you had grown a certain dependency on her, as she has you
-but she never expected that you would be the one to execute a victim, that had just gotten a little too close to pushing sissy out of a window at the top of the house
-so you acted on impulse, shoving sissy out of the way to wrestle the victim, until your hold on them slipped, and in a panic, you pushed
-watching them fall to their death, meanwhile sissy was staring at you in awe until she saw you drop to your knees, bawling as if you were the one who had gotten pushed out a window
-“Now, sugar, what’s wrong? You saved me, sunshine! You saved me!” She would like you that loopy, slightly unhinged smile as she’d cup your face, hugging you until you felt even slightly better
-a pit formed in your stomach as you knew this was your letter signed in blood, the price of your relationship with her, and you knew this wouldn’t be the last lamb you would sacrifice for your favorite priestess
Nubbins Sawyer
-you and Nubbins were… odd, to say the least
-you had grown somewhat protective over him throughout your relationship, ever since you picked him up in your Ford truck all those months ago
-you’d learned rather quickly about his families… usually violent habits, and the abusive nature of his family towards him, how Nubbins would cling to any scrap of affection you gave him like a starved dog
-that’s not to say it wasn’t mutual, but something that you never could see yourself doing was killing for him
-well, until today
-Nubbins was in a chase with a victim, little did he know that they had set up an ambush, and you had tried following him to tell him, and you got there just in time as three girls surrounded him, all with bone knives that were shaking in their sweaty palms, circling him in a strange dynamic of bravery and caution
-they didn’t see you lurking in the corner though, as you pulled out a small pistol, the only weapon you had ever owned, not once ever fired
-you figured it would be a quick death for them, almost merciful compared to what the Slaughters would do to them
-so you shot one of the girls, hurriedly shooting the other and watching nubbins jump on the last one who tried to escape, manically giggling like a child who had gotten a lollipop
-it took him a minute to realize you were on the floor, choking out breaths like you couldn’t quite get enough air
-he rushes over to you, standing over you
-“Y-Y/n?! Y-you a-ain’t look so good…. Y-you okay?!”
-he slaps your face a few times, (much to your dismay) and your panic attack finally slows down as tears brim your eyes
-you were tough, dammit! And here you were crying like a baby over something you knew one day you’d have to do anyway
-Nubbins isn’t quite sure how to comfort you, but he would give you lotsa cuddles and bring you roadkill like a cat to make you feel better
-it doesn’t, but it’s the thought that counts right?
-“H-hey Y-Y/n! L-looksie what I g-gots ya! I-it’s a dead r-rat! Real big too!”
Drayton Sawyer
-you were one of his best friends, an older friend he had that helped judge Chili contests he frequently won
-after a few years you had gotten curious about his secret ingredient, and found out when he had planned on making you his next Chili
-but, you were surprisingly unreactive to his secret, instead cracking a joke about how he truly must put emphasis on the Blood, sweat, and tears into his cooking
-so instead you became his gatekeeper, the one normal person he had in his life
-of course you’d never ever kill yourself
-but hey, this is Texas. Gotta do what you gotta do, and you ain’t mind about Drays habits if he keeps making that damn good Chili that keeps you in a job
-until one day you came over at the wrong time, when they were looking for their escaped meals
-you noticed a young girl, not older than 20 had grabbed his broom and was trying to wrestle it out of his hands, and you could tell she was ready to strike him down
-you stormed towards them, kicking the girl backwards and hitting her in the head with a broom, hoping to knock her unconscious so Dray could do the rest
-but instead, the broom was so sharpened and your blow was so strong you ended up cracking her skull, instantly killing her, and you looked wide eyed and cursed, looking at Cook with utter disbelief at your own actions, and then back at the poor girl and you broke down on the ugly carpet floor Nancy had picked out
-“Gee, Y/n. Y-yknow you really did uh- save me back there you know. You- you don’t be that hard on yourself. Cmon now, get up. We got some chili to make.”
-he would be soft on you and give your chores to distract yourself with
Bubba Sawyer
-oh, how you two were perfect
-both sweet and shy and yet you cared about each other so much, and you really didn’t see Bubba as a killer at all
- not naturally, right?
-it was his evil family that made him do it, you knew him as a gentle giant with a sensitive heart, he barely knew what he was doing
-At least that’s what you tried so hard to believe
-and while you might’ve been sweet, you were also goddamn protective
-so when you saw a girl manage to grab his chainsaw, waving it around him like a lunatic, you managed to stay calm
-that is until she hit his arm, spilling blood as he looked at you with a pained whimper as she started trying to swing towards his head, taking advantage of the moment of distraction
-you didn’t hesitate to take her down, tackling her and in a fit of rage, piercing her chest with the chainsaw
-as soon as the old chainsaw stopped revving and the adrenaline was gone, you looked at what you had done in absolute horror, and ran upstairs, locking yourself in Bubbas room for hours
-he eventually came up, grunting in concern as he plopped down next to you, pulling you in his massive arms and stroking your hair
-you know what he can’t say in words he will always say in action, and he wanted to let you know that he still loves you, and you’re all that matters, and you’re still the bestest person in the world, his favorite (:
Chop Top Sawyer
-it took you admittedly a while to get comfortable with some of your boyfriends more… cannibalistic and sadistic characteristics
-but hessss just a silly guy rightttt🤪 (you need therapy so bad)
-but you grew to not care eventually, as long as he never made you kill himself.
-which, to his word (surprisingly) he never ever did, only teasing you about your lack of ability or do so every once and a while
-“Come on- Y/n! It’s uh- it’s great! You gotta try it, just uh- trust, killings awesome!” He’d say with a goofy grin as if he didn’t just suggest a casual slaughter like it was golfing
-but Chop Top himself never thought you would end up doing something like you did that fateful Thursday afternoon
-one of the victims had escaped the basement, trying to sneak around the house to get outside the property
-everyone was alerted and was searching the premises, you with chop top, and both of you had decided to search the garden entrance when suddenly a victim appeared up behind Chop, holding a bone knife to his throat as he grinned like he didn’t have a knife to his neck
-you slowly turned around, seeing she was trying to hold him hostage and demand you let her off the property, and instead, you took a risk and whipped out your gun, shooting her between the eyebrows, you had only practiced on dummies before, and shooting flesh was much different than hay, the comparison made you want to barf
-Chop top simply smirked, not noticing the distress on your face and nodded at you “Holy shit! That was uh- pretty h-hot babe.” He walks over, slapping your ass as you glare at him for being so emotionally immature, and tears prick your eyes
-he ill not comfort you that well and see things from kind of a self centered pov im sorry but he’ll try the best he can
-“Cmon, Y/n! They ain’t uh- they ain’t even matter! You got me! You uh- saved me! That’s a-all that uh- matters! And you looked pretty f-fine doin it too…. so don’t uh- cry like that..”
Hands Slaughter
-it took you a while to get to know hands, he was a much different non verbal than Bubba
-more agressive, and much more intimidating, it took you a while to get used to your odd relationship, when he had decided you were simply too lovely to kill, and you were his
-you never understood him, and barely understood his twisted mind and its affection for you, but you could understand some things
-one thing you didn’t anticipate is that you would end up feeling mutually attracted as well, to the tough drag racer who you had firsthand witnessed how violent he could be, how explosive
-so you never imagined you would be the one fighting, much less killing for him, even the thought made you sick
-but I guess you never know how you’ll react in a situation until it happens to you
-because whenever a particularly large male victim, a wrestler had managed to knock him down, getting ready to smash a large rock over his head, you had screamed and pushed the man, giving hands enough time to grab the rock and smash his head in, and you finished him off with a gun when you noticed the males corpse still twitching
-god, it was brutal. You threw up instantly, shaking in a cold sweat as hands stood at you, obsessing silently as he let out a few tired grunts, before shaking his head and carrying you away from the disturbing scene
-he cares for you, he really does, and he’s one of the few family members who wouldn’t make you kill ever again after seeing how much it wrecked you, and makes sure to keep the gorier side of things away from you as he comforts you out of your depression for the next few weeks
-he doesn’t have a lot of soft spots, but you managed to find the few and cling
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AN: Not proofread lol, send more TCM requests and horror in general, I lowk miss them
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hello 👋, I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Drayton Sawyer with an s/o who's a cannibal but VERY picky when it comes to eating, like s/o only eats humans raw and won't eat anything else because they don't like the texture?
I love your headcanons and writing a lot, keep up the good work ❤️
Picky Eater! (Platonic) Reader x Drayton
(Sorry I don’t write him with an S/O bc it’s not in my comfort range butttt platonic results are similar promise)
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-At first he gets hella annoyed at you not gonna lie
-“Goddamnit, Y/N! You’re part of this dang family now, you better eat what I make and like it or starve!”
-he thinks you’re one of those people revolted by eating human and gets irritated
-eventually he learns that it isn’t that you don’t like eating human, it’s that you don’t like COOKED human
-he still gets annoyed at that but because he cares about you lots
-he starts finally leaving out some raw meat for you whenever he cooks, muttering under his breath about how you’ll get damn sick eatin all that raw meat
-you never do though
-I think he’s totally one of those old ass people that think you’ll catch a cold if you stand outside when it’s raining for five minutes
-old wives tales ahhh
-but he would be begrudgingly impressed by your digestive system and its ability to handle the raw meat
-he’s definitely not one for showing affection upfront
-but you’d definitely catch him smiling and chuckling to himself whilst setting out your special “raw meat”
-anyway, at first he starts out annoyed but over time sees it as an odd (who isn’t odd in that family) but endearing and memorable trait
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Ponyboy is so fanon-core fr
I never realized it before until recently but it’s so crazy how much and how often ponyboy babies johnny in the book….. always talking about him being the pet of the group (which is true but he really does talk about him like he was a dog or a cat like chill out girl 😭), how much hero worship he has for everyone around him, his stature and soft spoken-ness, pony really seems to preserve him by making him seem like 10 years old even though he describes many situations in which johnny is taking care of him especially in windrixville like staying awake for him on the train letting him sleep on him, his own jacket as a blanket when he goes to buy them food, etc lol I hope you get what I mean I don’t have the book with me rn so I can’t really give off exact examples off the top of my head but—
also maybe that’s why people are often soooo turned off by the concept of J and D being a ship because of how PB describes him, I’ve seen people think that J was the same age or younger than him and so they think of a big brother/little brother dynamic for jally when they actually seem more on equal ground than pony and dally (who in a kind of mentor/mentee relationship) and even pony and johnny (who I’d say are in more of a brother relationship… controversial opinion I know but I’m sticking with it!) in fact I’d say they’re the Most on equal ground in the whole story even more than soda and darry…. but I’ll let you guys figure that out on your own… even though JD only have a 1.5 age difference
okayyyyy so I definitely didn’t mean to make this about the ship dynamics of the book but I guess I can’t not be gay for five fucking minutes 😭😭😭 but it’s relevant to the point !!! idk I just felt like rambling to someone about it because pony really does talk about him like he’s so little and I think that really muddles the perception of johnny even though he’s trying to honor his memory because of the delicate ways he’s trying to protect him after he died :(
johnny cade they will never make me hate you </3
Oh yeah, I definitely think a lot of it is Pony’s recognition of himself as the youngest, as a “baby” and sort of projecting it off onto someone else. However, we know the gang doesn’t just see pony as “the kid brother” so it’s sort of his own issue to work out- as well as I think a bit of a lack of understanding? Or lack of a way to properly explain the way the gang treats Johnny, they take it a little easy on him as he’d been shaken pretty bad (they wouldn’t known/use ‘traumatized’ but they would know he changed a little) but they never really talk down to him.
No but yes I agree! Pony sort of washes over a lot of senecios where Johnny is clearly the older/more mature of the two of them. He’s the second youngest but he’s still 16. He’s still protecting and helping Pony like the rest of the guys and the whole “my fault for dragging a 13 year old kid along” detail…
No you’re right honestly. It’s weird to me as Johnny’s described as soft and close to Ponyboy but he never came across as 14 or that young to me in the book or movie— like there was always that knowledge to him that revealed his age. And I agree… he and Dally are on equal footing and trust. They have something going on whatever way you interpret it…. Personally I find “little brother” INSANE. As where people baby Johnny they over age Dallas… he’s 17 it’s a years age difference. If a friend barely older than me tried to pull that I’d throat punch them 😭 it’s ? They’re trying to make it cute but it feels a little demeaning? Putting the “little” in there. Dal doesn’t talk down to Johnny… honestly he talks up to him, gets mad expecting him to know better etc — trusts him with the gun, money etc everything and taking responsibility.
But no that’s also so sweet that in a way, even if Pony is being a bit off in how Johnny was treated that he’s trying to sort of protect him within his story. Honor him in a strange way. Ough. He was his best friend, you’d want to sweeten that image. Absolve.
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The parallel between the quotes in Holly Blacks books is something that is not nearly talked about enough….
Jude’s “Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.”
Suren’s “And perhaps somewhere inside her, she is coming to learn that she can be all the things that once scared her.”
USGEUDHDB HOLLY IS A GENUIS
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Kinda sus Oak…. 😭
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Genius.
Who's that girl from Corpse Bride, the blue one? Cause she kinda reminds me of Suren.
Edit: her name's emily and I actually just found an amazing corpse bride x stolen heir fanart. It appears that somebody agrees with me. Huh.
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TELL ME YOU DON'T SEE IT I DARE YOU
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Hey outsiders community
I think that something quite a few people forget about the outsiders is that it’s a book. I’ve seen Wayyy too many people get caught up in arguments over “not writing Johnny that way” or “not writing Dallas canon accurate”. And you all forget you’re arguing over fictional characters, from a freaking book. If you don’t like the way someone writes a character, scroll past it. If you have your own opinion, go ahead and share it on your own account. But anything you write that isn’t a quote directly from the book isn’t going to be canon, so don’t treat it as such. Make Tumblr a safe space where people feel like they can express their opinions and interpretations of their characters, even if it disagrees with yours. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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The Gang Playing a horror game (think Dead by Daylight or Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Because I need more spooky season outsiders hcs
Ponyboy Curtis
-prefers playing victim
-really likes to frustrate the killers and open all the exits even if it’s unnecessary and he gets killed in the end
-he’s just a little shit like that
-most achievements fr- he’s not stopping the game until he gets even the really fucking impossible ones
-he likes outsmarting the killers and I think that he’d have a lot of skill points in proficiency and stealth
-he’d def main a more quiet and stealthy character that’s less health and stamina based and more efficiency based
-definitely taunts by the exit, does the little twerk bounce thingy
-he doesn’t use his mic because he likes the anonymity of it
Johnny Cade
-okay but hear me out he DOESN’T choose a stealth based victim
-he does main the victims instead of killers
-but his victim is health and stamina based
-like I feel like he’d just be ready to run for a really long time lol
-he doesn’t even try to fix the generators/make exits but stands next to pony while he does it
-I feel like he just annoys the killers because his health is so high
-he’s kinda screwed if ponyboy dies though lol
Dallas Winston
-killer main
-he’s not super good at it and does annoying stuff like puppy gaurding
_rage quits 💀
-doesn’t look at stats at all and only picks killers he thinks look cool
-so he ends up with ones completely different his playing style with a not great ability
-“A hook? Why’s this guy so goddamn lame?”
Darry Curtis
-victim main
-plays the healer or mom
-always gets killed first and blames all his teammates
-but he always has healing bottles and either dies first or survives off of healing the ones that know how to actually play the game well and escape
-def a teamer
-when he plays killer he’s actually really good and he uses heavy hitters
-but it’s too easy and being a victim is harder
Sodapop Curtis
-victim main
-has no idea how to play
-he consistently wins
-but only because he flirts with the killer over voice chat and they let him escape 😭
-always plays the sexy girl ones because it makes him feel bonita
Two Bit Mathew
-fucks around
-both as the killer and victim
-toys around with the victims as the killer lmao and sets really annoying traps
-as a victims he’s the WORST
-he’s made so many killers rage quit
-because he taunts too hard, both in voice chat and by doing the twerk by the exit
-or just finding a hack to open the exit insanely fast
-or just repeatedly throwing things at the killer then running away while they’re dazed
-he’s the definition of a goddamn troll lmao
-he doesn’t care about winning or losing~ his goal is to make at least one person rage quit
-because if this, he also makes his fellow victims quite made with him
-because he sells them out fs or uses them as human body shields
-definitely does really annoying things like waiting on the other side of a door while the killer can’t quite reach him
-just genuine troll
Steve Randle
-he follows sodapop mostly
-lmao when he’s the killer and pony is a victims it’s so funny
-they forget about everyone else, their only goal is to beat each other
-he doesn’t know much how the game works
-but man he figures it out quickly when pony is a victim
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THE OUTSIDERS HYPERFIXATION IS UPON US BUT SPECIFICALLY DALLY. MOSTLY JUST HIM. HE IS SPECIAL TO ME. I LOVE THE STORY BUT DALLY IS JUST SO YES PLEASE UNDERSTAND I LOVE HIM. ALSO IDC WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU AGREE MY MAN DALLAS WINSTON WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE WHITE. MUSICAL DALLY FOR THE WIN. HE’S MY FAVORITE. (Don’t) IGNORE THIS POST ITS ALMOST 11 AND IM TIRED OKAY SCREW YOU.
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Guys I thought of something really sad. Hear me out: Ponyboy was an info dumper. Whenever he would read about something fascinating at school, he would continue researching it and eventually learn a lot about the fact and then sometimes he would just randomly info dumped to one of his brothers, but his favorite person to info dump to was absolutely Johnny. it’s that Johnny is a pretty good listener so he was obviously the best person for info dumping and pony would share a lot of interesting facts with him. So after Johnny died, sometimes Ponyboy would read something interesting, and start to talk to Johnny, only to remember all over again that he’s never going to have anyone that wants to hear his weird little facts again, at least not in the same way.
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Pookie bear, why did you wake up and choose violence 😭😭😭
Did it hurt when you realized that Johnny isn't gonna be at Pony's graduation? Or won't be one of his groomsmen? That he is truly stuck at Tulsa because he is quite literally buried there? Did it hurt when you realize that all the fics that have both Johnny and Dally alive aren't canon? That Pony will live the rest of his life without someone that truly understood him like Johnny? That they won't grow up and raise families, Johnny won't be considered an uncle: that Johnny and Dally will remain pictures in albums that Pony could point to and say, "That right there is Johnny Cade, my best friend in the whole world" They won't have weekly barbecues or late nights out by a bonfire. He won't laugh or smile ever again, nor will he make a snide remark, he won't cry or scream: he's a corpse, one more greaser body on the pile.
Did it hurt when you realized he fought the hopeless war all his life and all that it got him was 6 feet of dirt from land he never considered his home?
Did that hurt?
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Sawyer/Slaughter Family Nicknames for their S/O! (Nancy + Drayton are platonic)
I’m back for October, people!
@morguemistress you requested this a while ago 🖤🖤🖤
Johnny “Hunter” Slaughter calls you possessive nicknames, things he knows have an underlying tone of owning, that play off that sweet power dynamic you both have going on. He likes thinking of you like his little prize- his dearest possession. He always brings in a little southern drawl when he calls you these things- always brings in a tone that’s just slightly softer, almost… caring. But he can’t truly care, can he? “Bunny”, “Sweetheart”, and “Darlin” are his favorites…
Nubbins “The Hitchhiker” Sawyer has a habit of worshipping you from the ground up- he prefers calling you names that reflect that. He also likes calling you names that are sillier- he names you after things he observes that remind him of you- you’ve ended up with some batshit crazy nicknames with even longer stories. But above all, you’re special to him, and he wants names that reflect that. “Lolipop”, “Cheeky”, “My Favorite”, and “Beautiful/Handsome”, are his personal favorites.
Sissy “Sunshine” Slaughter is a sweet partner- as long as don’t mind the aftertaste of her poison. She loves naming you after her environment- that’s what made her, well, her; after all. You remind her of all that is glory in life- her freedom, the fall leaves crunching beneath her naked feet, bear to the natural world. You ground her, heighten her five senses- she wants to reflect that in her pet names. Her favorite names to call you are: “Sugar”, “Sunshine”, and “Pumpkin Pie”.
Nancy “Black” Slaughter thinks you’re like her second child- she names you as such. She wants so call you things that bring you comfort- in an antique way, like the dusty smell of an old house, overrun with kittens. Maybe you don’t like that comparison- she doesn’t care. You’ll always like whatever she calls you in her eyes. She refers to you as: “Sweet Pea”, “Honey Bun”, “My Dear”, and “Darling Y/N”.
Drayton “The Cook” Sawyer doesn’t hate you- which says something. In fact, he likes you. As his favorite person, you get special treatment. He likes calling you names that aren’t anything too fancy or special, but makes it clear whom he is always the first to serve food to at the table. Basically, anything that straight up tells everyone that you’re his #1. He is a fan of calling you: “The Good Kid”, “My Best Assistant”, or “The-One-damn-sane-one-in-this-family”.
Bubba “Leatherface” Sawyer can’t verbalize his pure love for you, and out of all the family, he has the purest kind of love- like how a male dog looks up at you, with those precious, pleasing eyes. That’s how he looks at you. And while he can’t tell you his names, you already know what your dearest thinks of you as: His Wife/Husband/Partner, His Emotional Support Human, His Everything. He doesn’t need words to tell you how much you mean to him, you can tell it by his gaze.
Chop Top “Hippie” Sawyer likes teasing you- messing with you, that’s almost your whole relationship. His names for you aren’t the most romantic and elegant, or the most serious, but have his playful personality embedded into them, creating terms of affection that send the message across just fine- This is my person, with the goddamn fine ass. Chop Tops nicknames for his s/o consist of: “Sexy”, “Hot Stuff”, “Pickle Tickler”, or “My peice of ass”.
Hands “The Heavy” Slaughter is another non verbal- he cannot express his feelings for you in words, but that sure as hell doesn’t mean it isn’t obvious. Like with Johnny- you’re his. And he does a damn fine job of making sure people know it. The family knows exactly what you are to him: His Woman/Man, His Pet, His Person. You are his. You might not be able to tell from the way he looks at you, but you sure can tell from the way he grabs your waist.
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Can u pretty please make daddy some Disney descendants headcanons and Rodrick Heffley too???
But kitten whiskers- I don’t do descendants….. BUT I WILL DO RODERICK
Roderick Heffley Hcs (General)
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-he’s so bisexual you guys like actually in my brain he’s canonly bisexual
-he really likes getting his makeup done but pretends to hate it, like if you do it at first he’ll complain about you touching his face but love the feeling secretly and the result
-I feel like he has some really unnoticed trauma with how his parents treat him
-Greg gets to sort of be a brat and do whatever but I headcanon that maybe he thinks he’s really not good enough because his parents treat him like a delinquent
-everyone does, actually. His teachers, peers… imagine having that repeated over and over… eventually you just… believe it
-damn I didn’t mean to turn this angsty but yk it’s Roderick what do you expect
-He drinks milk from the carton (canon but honorable mention)
-I feel like he likes punk, emo, and rock music genres a lot and switches quite frequently between genres in his bands music
-also he’s a horrible driver (also canon but honorable mention)
-I also think he’s a horrible pedestrian, like he just doesn’t look before jaywalking
-absolutely the type to roast Greg about any music he listens to, unless Roderick likes it, then he will get some passive approval
-he thinks he looks a lot cooler than he does sometimes tbh, but honestly just has low self esteem due to his environment
-I don’t think he likes any veggies besides carrots unless they are on pizza, I just think he’s a picky eater lmao
-speaking of food he LOVES potato chips
-I think he’s not super informed on politics which can be annoying but sometimes he gets really into it which is nice to see, and if he had a partner he would let you rant about them
-I think he totally paints his nails, other colors than black too and doesn’t gaf if anyone has anything to say about that
-I think he really is a mamas boy at heart, I think even though they have more banter they get along a lot better than him and his dad
-but I feel like he thinks neither of his parents really understand him, and music is his way of coping with that sometimes
-if he hears someone talking about a band he loves he will get super duper excited but act disinterested so nobody thinks he’s uncool
-honestly just low damn self esteem and confidence, even if he pretends otherwise
-would have an amazing relationship with his brother if his brother would stop being a tattle tale 💀
-he gets paid around the neighborhood to do certain jobs like mowing grass or shoveling snow but he sucks at all his jobs, wether that’s being on time, or doing them in general, so most of the time Greg end up stealing his jobs
-the one subject he is surprisingly decent at is English- specifically reading comprehension. I feel like he has a lot of really interesting concepts but he doesn’t know how to word them correctly- and is too scared to anyway because he thinks no matter what he’s gonna sound stupid
-he has that one thing where there’s constant ringing in your ears from listening to music far too loud
-he lives for weird ass graphic tees and cool belts
-I feel like he likes some really niche bands and gets pissed whenever/if it ever goes mainstream- “I liked that before it was popular” 🤓☝️
-OKAY he does that thing where if a girl wear a band shirt he asks if she can even name five songs because he thinks it’s like flirty but it’s actually just annoying and he gets slapped for that
-The hygiene on this mf is disgraceful- only starts wearing deodorant AFTER he gets a partner
-one time he went out and got his ears pierced and probably now had some cool ass earrings
-even though he mains the drums he can play the bass and guitar pretty well
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Can I copy your homework? Sure, just change it up a bit.
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Hey, can I copy your homework? Sure, just change it up a bit.
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