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Pinning this one once again, see the popularity spike in my discounts I've decided to change my prices for you guys! <3

Your Horror Mother’s (NEWLY PRICED) Writing Commissions

I’m Whiskey, otherwise known as Kayla, Horror Mom, etc! If you’d like to help by supporting me financially I’ve decided to open up writing commissions for those who’d like something a little bit more personal and longer than a normal post!

If you're interested you can contact me here:

[email protected]

DM on tumblr (here!) for questions

So what will you be paying for?

I do not write fics, however I will write what I call Hefty Headcannons (HH)! This will be a series of bullet points like typical headcannons posts, however each bullet will be a "hefty" paragraph or so! These bullets will also be more in depth according to the request that is given, therefor the plot will be "loose"(unlike a fic) but still have large amounts of material per bullet.

As for the request itself, I will only be taking one character per commission!

Prices:

Extra - Small: 5 - 6 bullets for $5

Short: 8 - 10 bullets for $15

Medium: 11 - 14 bullets for $10

Long: 20 - 25 bullets for $25

$20 flat extra if it is an "extreme kink" that I normally would not write/feel comfortable writing (Ex. piss, vomit, feet, etc.). Of course, mention the kink in the request and I will let you know if it falls under that category or not or if I'm willing to write it!

I will also be taking payments upfront to ensure that you are serious about the inquiry.

I take payments through Venmo, CashApp, and PayPal.

What and Who I will write for:

Will: I will write smut, fluff, extreme kinks(of my choice, depends on price), x reader, angst, suicide/abuse mentions (read my rules post in my bio to get a better idea if you're confused) and either gender neutral, male, or female readers

I don't feel comfortable doing either trans or any other gender/pronoun specific reader not mentioned because I myself am not trans. I don't want to make you guys pay for me to write about something that I can't properly detail it in writings and you end up not getting what you paid for! I'll gladly do them in my regular inbox, but I don't want to make any uncomfortable or feel misrepresented with my writings, especially if you're paying!

Not: Underage, character x character, incest, rape, scat, & graphic detailing of abuse/suicide

Who (those I'm the most comfortable doing in depth writings for based on my own knowledge. If you want anyone else, you just have to ask and I'll see what I can do based on your request!):

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Loomis &/or Stu Macher

The Creeper

Hannibal (NBC only atm!)

Otis Driftwood &/or Baby Firefly

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent, Bo, &/or Lester Sinclair

Harry Warden

Pyramid Head

Amanda Young &/or Mark Hoffman

Jack Torrance

Art the Clown

Doom Head

Leslie Vernon (Depends on the request!)

Asa Emory

Carrie White

Eddie Gluskin

Anton Chigurh

As for timelines based on when your works should be done, it will depend on A) which length the request is and B) which characters are in said requests. These commissions will have priority over my regular inbox of course, but keep in mind I do still work on my regulars inbox requests.

These commissions will be emailed back to you as a viewable doc (seeing as the format I would like to use works odd as a pdf) and you have the choice to let me post it to the public after it's done! If not, I understand of course, but if you'd allow me to post it I could get more traction and hopefully more buyers!

Of course, come to my DMs with any questions 😎🔪

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whiskehorange · 1 year

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“A Somewhat Helpful Presence”

A long commission with permission to post for you all!

Michael, at this point in your relationship with him, was quite an easy book to read. Maybe he didn’t throw tantrums like a child or even as typical adult males would, or verbally accused you of everything under the sun, but from what you could gather from a “Michael Mood” changer was apparent. Think about it, what does he do? He stands and he breathes, barely. When something has gone awry in that brain of his, you can point it out like a sore thumb. Heavier breathing (but still relatively quiet for anyone else wearing a mask like his 24/7) and a slight twitching in his step. He’s harder to move from where he stands and he sneaks up on you an eerily amount more than before. He hasn’t quite stopped his stalker nature, you can’t blame him.

While it would be a lie to say that Michael has never been keeping an eye out and about with your daily activities and schedule, he's never been one to go through your phone. I’d be surprised if he ever took the time to learn how to work a smartphone properly. He’s old fashioned, if he wants to know where you are and what you’re doing he’s going to follow you around and figure it out the hard way. It was different to hear your phone buzzing and lighting up at odd times of the night once you started your new job, however, and it didn’t take him too long to catch on.

Again, with new age tech Michael was not privy to it so opted to stay out of it when you were on your phone and even tuned out your buzzing most of the time. But even he can’t help but notice that little ting and buzzt almost every ten minutes. Shifting his eyes over towards your direction like knives every time you’d pick up your phone when he heard it, but too nosy about what was on your phone screen to notice the disgusted, aggravated eye roll and lip curl you did before dropping your phone back face-down on the couch.

After three days of constant let down notifications (which felt like a month), Michael really began to take notice, which was ultimately both a good and a very, very terrible thing. “Damnit,” you huffed under your breath. Setting down the ladle and rubbing your face with both hands. This was the 12th message you had received in the five minutes you had started making dinner. Bzzt; eleventh. Ting, bzzt; thirteenth, the classic double text. You had to admit that at first when you started your shifts with the guy he was nice and friendly, but you also regret putting your number down in the book next to the phones for emergencies. Was it nice making a few friends living here in Haddonfield? Absolutely, but maybe just not this guy. Giving a polite excuse of being busy you ended your part of the conversation and put your phone on silent for the rest of the night.

Michael wasn’t too on the case around this time, but much more so around day seven of the constant notifications and what escalated to be phone calls at any time of the day. “No, no thank you I’m actually busy that day,” “Well maybe next week,” “Aw, thank you, but I actually can’t that day.” No matter how many times you had to decline coffee and brunch was starting to wiggle itself into your schedule for as much as he started to call you, but what caught Michaels eye was your nervous fidgeting and the painful look on your face every time you had to decline what the person on the other line was saying. To put it bluntly in Michaels brain, you have no friends, so the amount of calls you got and dates was off to him. Watching you silently from the doorway, you give him small comforting smiles as you continue to decline and agree to small talk questions. “Yup, seeya,” you finish unenthusiastically. Michael stands there.

“It’s just this guy I work with, he’s really taken a liking to me I think,” you sarcastically laugh, “He just keeps calling me and asking me out to the same coffee date over and over even though I’ve declined him… over and over.” You wipe your face and look up at Michael, giving him yet another comforting smile before resuming your show, urging him to come sit down with you on the couch. There continued to be buzzes and messages during the night while the two of you watched the TV before you mindlessly turned your silencer on. It was comfortingly quiet now, despite the sound from the speakers and laugh tracks of the show, but quiet enough for you to slowly slouch into Michael's side and sleep. That didn’t stop him from seeing the small blue light illuminating from under the screen on the couch, however. Picking up your small phone in his giant hands, the most recent text on your lock screen being “You’ve got real pretty brown eyes.” Only to be quickly removed by a new text: “Could you do next Thursday for coffee? I’d like to spend more time with you, I really like you Pratt.” You seemed to be taking this quite well, through Michael's eyes at least, but you really couldn’t stand having to work the same shifts with this guy every week. It was only a matter of time before you quietly tried to change your shifts without him attempting to do the same.

Ruffling your hands into your bangs and fixing up your dark hair you look at the four consecutive texts. It was only 8:00am and you finally had your first day off working a different schedule than him and he still made time to text you while being at work. Shuffling your way down to the kitchen in your morning clothes you make your way past Michael, doing his routine checking of the house for intruders even though you try to convince him that the new security system does it for him. You leaned over the kitchen counter, waiting for your keurig to finish brewing, eyes closed and thinking about how you could possibly give this guy something that would make him be quiet. You loved your job and adored every other coworker there, so quitting was out of the window. Reporting him would do the trick, but did you really have the heart to do that to him? Maybe he just doesn’t know how to make friends, maybe he’s just really lonely. Either way you were close to doing it anyway.

Ring, ring, ring. Michael hands his hand out to you, sipping your mug at the kitchen table, pointing to your screen. You could see that there were three previous missed calls, the call ringing through your phone ended and making it four. “Thank you, love,” you sigh, taking the phone and inevitably ruining your casual looking-out-of-the-window o’clock. You didn’t have to worry about calling back as you were certain he would within the next 15 seconds, which you were correct. Taking a moment to collect yourself you finally connected and gave a terribly fake, surprised greeting as if you didn’t know what question he was about to ask you for the twentieth time this week.

“I’m good, no you didn’t I was already awake,” “You're on your cigarette break? But it’s only 8:30,” “Oh yeah? That's nice,” ''Yup,” “Oh,” “Mhm,” “Wow, yeah, yeah I get what you mean,” “Brunch? Well, I mean…” Rubbing the bridge of your nose you sigh, really debating if working there was even worth it. “That sounds… good. Coffee at, what time is it now… coffee at 11? Yeah?” Your eyes were closed, your face defeated as you took a deep breath, Michael could hear a muffled “Do you want me to come pick you up?” before you perked up and practically yelled no over the phone. “No! No, no I can do it, it’s okay. I have to head that way anyways, don’t worry about it.”

Spending a few more seconds attempting to end the conversation you end the call, slouching into the table with your head in your arms, groaning. Composing yourself and sitting back up you put the chair in and lean your head into Michael’s chest, “I’ll be back later, I’ll bring you home something you might like from the shoppe,” and slip back upstairs to get dressed and head out.

You were dead set on not impressing this guy at all with your time and outfit, but you knew it wasn’t going to matter in the end. Throwing on whatever you touched first in your closet it looked like you were going to attend a college lecture early in the morning in a cold classroom; old but fitting sweats with something light to cover yourself with, and your hair in the same way you had it when you fixed it early that morning.

As soon as you rounded the corner towards the coffee shop you could see him sitting there at one of the tables in the front, staring at your seat like he was trying to manifest you there out of thin air. You had purposefully taken your time walking here rather than driving to take as much time to yourself before wasting away your day. While it was only about a 20 minute walk from the Myers house you knew he would be there early anyways, hoping to catch as much time of yours as he could, and sure enough, there he was, sitting there for who knows how long and you’re still 10 minutes earlier than you’d like to be.

Unbeknownst to you, Michael had his own plans. It was much harder to sit and watch you in these parts of town seeing how busy they are with people and drivers at almost all times of the day as long as the sun is up. Michael held no remorse for not giving you an ounce of privacy (also unbeknownst to you) these last few days. Every time you went out Michael was somewhere close by, blending in perfectly around the town like the shape he is. There was nothing you could do about it even if you did find out. That was something Michael took a small pride in: knowing you could do nothing about him nor really stand up to him, he’d cut that idea into anyone, literally. All those recent nights of you having time taken away from him by your phone was stacking in his consciousness and it wasn’t being taken very well. Michael had spent so much of his own time corralling and subtly dictating your way into his heart just for you to be going out of your way to spend it out and about?

If Michael truly had his complete way, you’d be a hermit just like him, minus the killing part. If there was one word to describe him, it's territorial. The deep trust he’s put in you and you alone to not only be alive around him, but to confide in him and show him any ounce of attention and love is immeasurable rare. While he doesn’t necessarily think you’re cheating, he doesn’t think you’re stupid enough to really go out of your way to do that to him, he still does not like this lack of… well, you. Michael’s mind is difficult to no end and being able to get him out of a funk like this without any disasters is not an easy job. You having a social life that consists of just going to work was hard enough to get him to settle with, but going out of your way to go out with someone that wasn’t him? Michael might be smart, but he can certainly be blinded by rage easily enough.

Michael festered in this toxicity, stalking you endlessly throughout the week just to notice you coming home to him every night to give your undivided attention to him, it was odd. He certainly didn’t grow up with this level of trust that you had in him let alone the trust he put in you. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to act. He stood there, across the street, just watching you. Watching you walk into the shoppe, watching that man greet you. Watching him closely, watching him put his arms around you for a hug, boiling in his own skin as he stood there motionless.

“Hey, sorry for the wait-” “Don’t be! I’ve been waiting here early, it's okay, I promise!” Embracing you in an unexpected tight hug, you stood there stunned, looking around nervously before slightly tapping his back. He let go after numerous uncomfortable seconds, beamed back at you with a toothy grin. “You look so nice today Pratt, I’m glad I took off of work to finally have this coffee date with you. It seems like forever since I’ve seen you!” He boomed at you, practically yelling at you despite only being four feet away from you. You felt strangled by his presence, looking down at the coffee he had already ordered for you. Smiling, you cup the warm mug in between your hands, looking down into the dark brown espresso before you. God please let this be over soon, you thought to yourself, still trying to shake off that hug. There were always plenty of coworkers that you could give friendly touches and side hugs to at the right times, but this guy just didn’t understand how to take a hint. The room would always go quiet whenever he came in, everyone seamlessly slipping back into working to avoid any unnecessary confrontation with him.

“So, how was your day? You look tired, that’s why I ordered you that coffee, figured it is a bit early,” he let out a chuckle, snapping you out of your woeful thoughts. You reciprocated his laugh, nodding, “Thank you, I’m just normally a tea drinker at this time in the day, coffee upsets my stomach.” A lie, of course, you’d never catch yourself drinking something from him that you didn’t watch him bring to the table. Quite frankly, it actually smelt quite good, but you’d take your losses. The tea here was quite good and you’d stop by here frequently on your way home from work to pick you up a tea and Michael something fruity. Of course, he had also taken it upon himself to order you a tea; his choice of tea. All the while talking about his subtle love for you and whatnot, occasionally commenting on your appearance, your eyes, and even your complexion, all of which he’s been doing for the last 25 minutes. Every uneasy agreement, nod, and attempt at guiding the conversation literally anywhere else but on you fell of deaf ears.

“I know this might come as a shock to you, but I find you very pretty, Pratt. I’d really like to get to know you better.” You smiled blankly at him, giving a half-assed half head tilt of confirmation to him “Really? I never would have guessed.” He beamed at you, the grin on his face not budging at all, leaning over the table towards you he grabbed one of your hands with both of his. Giving a slight tug to get your hand free he only tightened his grip, pulling your arm closer to him to get you to look at him. You glared at him, snatching your hand away and rubbing it between the fingers of your other hand, “Please, don’t touch me.” “Pratt, I just want to be honest with you,” He shot his hand out again in an attempt to catch yours but you pushed yourself away from the table and out of your chair.

You decided it was your time to go, you had been sitting here for almost 45 minutes trying to be nice, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. “Listen, I’m in a relationship and I’m not comfortable with how you touch and talk to me constantly. I’d really appreciate it if you stopped texting me outside of work hours too, I really just feel uncomfortable with this.” You slowly back towards the door, looking him dead in the eye as you spoke, pivoting on your heels and clutching your to-go tea in one hand and your phone in the other. You could hear him protest behind you, but you booked it out the door and down the corner, tears welling in your eyes from anger.

It was about time since Michael gave you a piece of his mind, cutting you off before you had even made it home. Seeing you leave the shop so quickly he knew something was wrong, however with how far away he was he couldn’t tell you were crying until he got up and into your face, blocking your way. You gasped as you bumped into him, catching your breath as he pulled you into the alleyway. “Damnit Michael, you scared me. Please don’t do that.” You huffed, looking up at him to see him not only unmasked but angry, almost as upset as you. “Here take this, I don’t fucking want it.” Shoving the tea into his chest for him to take you work your way around him, heading back home but Michael grabbed your arm, pulling you back in front of him. His stone cold face never wavering, he glared into your eyes. You yelled, for the first time, at Michael,“What? What else could possibly go wrong for me today Michael? Please, let me go home.” He stared at you, same expression, but slowly noticed your shaking body. Rubbing your hard gently you avoided eye contact with him, waiting for him to let you by. Moving his hand up to your shoulder rather than your arm he gave you a slight nudge to make you look at him. He tilted his head down towards you like a nod, tell me is what he was saying.

You gave one last huff before wiping your face, pushing your fingers gently under your eyes to keep the tears away. “He-” you started, but couldn’t finish before warm tears streamed down your face. You pointed back the way you came, unable to speak in full sentences as you explained to Michaels menacing figure before you just what had gone down in the shop, what he had been texting you, and how he made you feel. “He grabbed my hand, not hard or anything, but it just made me feel so gross,” you started again, before crying into your sleeve. Michael pulled you into his chest with one arm, keeping the other one by his side as you let it out into his shirt. He was fuming, but not at you. Seeing your expression this morning and your unwillingness to arrive there on time definitely sparked questions to him, but having you connect the pieces for him was enough to snap him out of his one-track thinking. You had no reason to lie, he practically witnessed it himself.

You composed yourself and looked up at Michael for a split second, avoiding his sharp eye contact once again. Bringing his hand up to your face he brushed his thumb over your wet cheek, swiping away the last tear. “Can we please go home now?” You quietly begged Michael, holding his hand in yours. With a gruff huff, Michael let you lead the way, following behind you closely as per usual. He knew that you hated when he’d put his mask on and stalk his way around town, but he knew his way around. Michael knew how to not get caught. Michael wouldn’t get caught.

#Michael Myers #Halloween #slasher x oc

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