Damage: 0 Confusion: 100

lil marshmallow

Moving to the melody Flowing into harmony All my sorrows behind me My inner sanctuary

Pines pines pines

The cutest cat

(Source)

DBD Killers' / Slashers' Types 🔪💖

Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Danny Johnson, Jason Vorhees, Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger (OG):

- Freddy adores those who are sweet and innocent; the thought of being the one to defile someone like that gets him off. Are you a virgin? Never been to a party? Have a overprotective family? Count him in.

- Those who play hard-to-get, are mean and hot-headed, and won't put up with his sh*t are also his favorite. He LOVES to get a reaction out of people and thinks it's funny to make others angry. Plus, he thinks it's cute when you're mad.

- A bit of an uncommon find, but he'd love someone who can match his energy. If you're just as messed up as he is, and are down to clown and mess with others, he's instantly in love. Of course, keep your ego in check- he's the dream demon, not you, and he doesn't need a partner to torment others in their sleep... BUT he'd love to have you along for the ride all the same.

- He'll love you no matter your size, but if there's more to grab he's not complaining.

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Michael Myers (OG):

- He prefers those with a quiet-to-medium lifestyle and volume. He doesn't really like anything that's too rowdy, as he's easy to annoy and he's got a short fuse.

- Seriously, annoying is a big no-no. You may have better luck if you've known each other for a long time, but just know he wants to reach over and crush your head like a can of coke.

- On a more positive note, he's pretty content with pretty much anything, as long as you don't get in his way too much or give him a headache. It doesn't matter to him what you look like (although being taller than him may make him ever-so-slightly uncomfortable at first), what you do in terms of work/school, or what your hobbies are.

- He has a soft spot for eldest siblings types - those who are reasonable and can care for his needs without being too overbearing like a parent are perfect in his eyes. He'll never admit it, but he likes being spoiled like a giant cat....

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Jason Vorhees:

- Nothing about your appearance really matters to him, but height ESPECIALLY doesn't matter to him - If you're taller than him he loves it, and if you're smaller than him he loves it.

- Wants both of you to feel safe - he wants someone who will protect him just as he protects them. Those with nurturing, kind personalities are perfect for him. Someone his mother would approve of is a MUST.

- On that note, drugs, booze, and sinful activities are a big no-no for him. If you remind him any of those gross camp counselors he so dislikes, he may just have to put you down.

- Although it make spook him just a tiny bit at first, he loves cuddly, physically affectionate people. He's a big teddy bear.

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Ghostface / Danny Johnson:

- Danny LOVES people who are tinier than him, whether it be physically or personality-wise. Those who are easy to overpower and fluster make his ego go through the roof, plus he thinks they're adorable.

- He also low-key likes people who could kick his ass with a single glance. It's not his first choice, but the threat of danger certainly gets the blood pumping to a few places.

- Being hard-to-get just makes him want you even more. Having things as soon as he wants them is alright, but having to work for them gets him excited - it's like a game to him. Are you ignoring him? Mean to him? Just difficult to get alone? He's instantly obsessed.

- He doesn't mind people who are on the rowdy, loud side, but they do activate his kill instinct just a tiiiiiny bit... well, maybe a lot. ... A ton.

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Leatherface / Bubba Sawyer:

- His type would be the classic "pretty person with nice hair and eyes who smells like flowers and is nice to him no matter what." If you're pretty and kind and look and act like you're some fairytale princess (even if it's just in his eyes), he's immediately head-over-heels.

HOWEVER...

- He really just wants someone who's patient and kind. Thats it. Shoot, even if you're not either of those things he'll love you all the same, so long as you have what's best in mind for him.

- It doesn't matter what kind of life you lead. He personally leads a pretty secluded lifestyle with his family, only really going out for food or other necessities, so that would be preferable, but in the end he doesn't mind how quiet or loud of a life you lead, so long as you dont put his family in danger.

- On that note, getting along with his family is a MUST. No matter how much he loves you, if you're rejected by them then he'll have no choice but to... well, you know. Hope you like questionable meat stew.

- ...He just wants someone to nurture and be nurtured by. ):

This is a new DBD killer/Slasher HC blog! If you liked this and would like to see more, please send me an ask! Thank you for reading!

Yookan Westfield - Grey and Orange (Shinjuku), 2019

A Gift Worth Keeping

This is the second part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Words: 983

Sept. 10th 5PM

It’s been almost a month since you arrived. A month of babysitting a human, Mammon rolls his eyes. If only he could find the human. Usually you follow him around, clinging to his side. Well, in reality, he follows you around, but today he lost track of you after RAD.

He’s actually not sure what Lucifer would do to him if he let you get hurt. He doesn’t want to know.

He’s been looking for you for ten minutes. So far he’s checked your room, the kitchen, dining room, and living room. And you’re nowhere to be found. He’s starting to worry. (About Lucifer, not your well-being.)

Finally, as he approaches the library, he hears your voice.

“So… do you think he’ll like it?” you ask, showing off something to his brothers.

“Pfft, MC, he won’t even look at it before trying to sell it,” says Levi, not bothering to look up from his game.

“What?” Mammon’s heart clenches at the hurt in your voice.

“Yeah, if he can squeeze a Grimm out of it, he will. I mean, the thought is nice, but…”

“But I made it myself,” you start.

“Oh, even better. ‘Handmade by a human!’ It’s doubled in price now,” Satan laughs, looking up from his book. Mammon’s face drops.

“Really?” you ask, enthusiasm gone.

“MC, darling, you put a lot of time into it. Do you really want to give it to someone who won’t appreciate it?” Asmo asks. With that, Mammon huffs.

“He… he’ll appreciate it!” you say, holding whatever it is close to your chest.

“Look… to tell the truth, he’d probably try to sell you if Lucifer wouldn’t kill him. He’ll flip that faster than Beel eats a cheeseburger.” Satan turns the page.

“He’s a scumbag,” says Levi, “he takes my things all the time to make an easy buck. And he’s my brother. Why do you think he’d appreciate something from you, a human he barely knows?”

“No, he’s not. He’s a good person,” you say, anger dripping from your tongue. Mammon’s eyes widen. “And he’s my friend! You guys are wrong.”

“Sweetie…” Asmo begins.

“I mean, yeah, he likes money. But that’s his… thing. You know, I wouldn’t expect Beel to stop eating. Or… Asmo to stop staring into that mirror,” you say.

The fifth-born looks away from the mirror for a moment, “I’m fixing my makeup.”

You ignore him. “None of you can help your sin. Why are you guys always being mean to Mammon for his? It’s not fair. Fuck, now I sound like Mr. Envy,” you chuckle and Satan smirks behind his book. “Anyway, I’m gonna go give this to him now. But, you guys really suck a lot, you know?”

“Let us know how much he gets for it,” says Mr. Envy himself as you stand. You stick your tongue out at him, which Asmo laughs at.

Mammon’s heart races and he turns to quickly climb the stairs, two at a time, to his room, where you’re headed, with a gift, that you apparently handmade, for him. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

They think I’m good. He smiles softly to himself, then it drops when he realizes you just stood up to his brothers, who could’ve actually killed you.

He’s got to have a talk with you about that.

A knock at his door startles him. “Uh… Mammon, are you in there?”

He blinks and wipes his hand through his hair, waiting a second before he opens the door.

“Hey human,” he says, nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t been looking for you and he’d heard none of your conversation and wasn’t internally combusting from your words.

“Can I come in?” you ask. He can tell you’re hiding something behind your back.

“Yeah, I guess.” He steps back from the door to let you inside, then closes it behind you, and takes a seat on his couch. You follow him over and stand in front of him.

“So… I kind of made you something.”

“Oh?” Really? He had no idea. Not at all.

“Yeah. So… here,” you say, thrusting a large gift bag into his lap. He raises a brow.

“Open it.”

He smiles and reaches into the bag to pull out a round yellow cushion. “Hey, this looks like Grimm!” he points out when he sees the skull on the front.

He notices how your eyes light up. “Yeah! Yes! I tried. I’ve not really been crocheting long, so it’s not perfect-”

“Yeah it is.” He turns the pillow in his hands. On the back is a small tag which reads ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“It’s really good,” he says, eyes wet. He refuses to cry in front of a human, no matter how nice they are to him.

“You like it?” you ask.

“Yeah, ‘course I do. It’s money,” he grins and puts the pillow under his head, leaning back on it with a sigh. “It’s great, MC, thanks.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, before throwing your arms around his shoulders, “happy birthday Mammon! I’m so glad you like it.”

He freezes, breath caught in his throat, then puts one hand on your back. “Uh, yeah.”

You pull away, and pretend not to notice the blush blooming on his cheeks. “I’m gonna go downstairs to help with dinner. See you in a bit!”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, watching you exit his room. He pulls the cushion back from behind his head to examine the tag once again. ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“With love,” he whispers, tracing the words. Is that how you feel about him? How he feels about you? And he groans, pressing his face against it.

(Just wait till he finds the card inside the bag and reads the sweet message you wrote. He won’t be able to look you in the eyes for a week.)

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A Creeply Christmas

Because sometimes we all need to spend Christmas with the characters we love most.

I wrote this while listening to “Believe” from The Polar Express on repeat and the vibes were immaculate, so I hope you enjoy

Merry Christmas everyone

It was a calm, tranquil Christmas morning in the Underworld. All citizens and even the king himself were tucked snuggly into bed, comforted by the warmth given to them compared to the harsh Underworld winters. A calm walk through the woods within would show you nothing but snowy bliss, even the monsters hidden within enjoying the quiet of the world and sleeping in. Snow softly drifted down, the trees standing firm despite the weight of the frozen flakes resting upon them. The world was the very image of calm, and it seemed that everything would be going right today.

Or, at least, it was peaceful and calm until you reached the heart of the forest. Of course, Slender’s mansion always had to be the oddball out, and while it had been enraptured in tranquility for most of the morning, a lot of its residents were now up and running about, causing quite a ruckus, especially because-

“WE’RE OUT OF COFFEE? ON CHRISTMAS MORNING?!” Jane’s voice carried through the mansion, her irritation causing those around her to ring out in laughter as she searched through the cabinets in a panic. A deep chuckle from behind her pulled her out of her frenzy, a muscular arm reaching past her.

“It’s right here, hun. I picked up more last night.” Tim’s morning voice resounded out deeply and served to calm her even further as he placed her favorite flavor within her outstretched hands.  

“You’re awfully rambunctious this morning, aren’t you, Jane?” Brian teased her, sliding next to her to prepare his own mug of coffee.

“Well, how could I not be?! After all, they’ll be here today!” Her previous morning grumpiness forgotten, she danced around in excitement as she waited for her cup to be filled.

“As if the entire house isn’t up and ready to go just for that reason alone,” Jeff grumbled out as he joined those in line for coffee, BEN’s laughter ringing out from above as he floated into the room.

“I mean, come on Brian, don’t act like you weren’t fretting all night last night over whether or not they’d enjoy your gift.” BEN teased him with a wink, landing at the kitchen table and digging into Slender’s famous Christmas pancakes.

“W-WELL! It is their first Christmas with us, and I just- Well- I- I- I want it to be special…” His volume diminished as he shyly fiddled with his hands, joining BEN at the table for his own serving of pancakes.

“I’m sure they’ll be happy just to be receiving something from you in general, Brian.” Slender’s voice boomed from the head of the table as he flicked through his morning paper.

Soon, all residents were happily munching on their Christmas breakfasts, Toby being the last to join them, still bundled up in his blankets, hair an absolute disaster from his bedhead. It was a calm and joyful morning for all of the residents, and even the nocturnal creeps had stayed up to partake in the Christmas festivities. All of them were excited, and not just because it was Christmas, but because they’d get to see their favorite person; you would be joining them this Christmas.

As the time for your arrival ticked closer, the clocks throughout the mansion serving as a constant reminder, everyone began growing antsier and antsier, the excitement flowing through all of them and providing a lively atmosphere within the walls of the mansion.

“They’re gonna like my present most!” BEN proudly boasted, pointing to himself as he struck a confident pose in front of the grand tree taking up most of the room.

“N-no, I’m sure… They’ll like mine… Even more!” Toby refuted, poking his head into the room to pout at BEN as he finished up some last-minute decorations Brian had found the night before.  Jeff’s laughter resounded between the two of them as he pulled Toby into his arms, ruffling his hair in a teasing manner.

“As if the two of you chumps could beat me when it comes to picking out presents for them, I’m obviously gonna be the winner!” Bickering started amongst them, before getting cut off with a scoff from Tim.

“It’s not a competition,” he stated, taking a long swig of his coffee from his seat by the window before flashing them a cocky smirk, “But if it was, I’d be the one taking the cake.”

“Oh REALLY now?!” They all taunted back, laughter filling up the room as everyone began bragging about how it was their own gifts that would surely become your favorite, that they each knew you far better than the others. As the time for your arrival finally closed in, they had all begun racing towards the door, wanting to greet you immediately.

“I… Get… The first hug!!” Toby shouted out, racing to get there first.

“You got the first hug last time, it’s my turn today!” BEN yelled back, shooting past him to guard the door.

“You’ll all end up getting a hug anyway, does it really matter who gets it first?” EJ yawned out, moving to hide in the darkest corner by the door, a blanket draped around him and his eyes tiredly blinking as he too wanted to be there to greet you.

“Of course it does! The first hug is the best hug!” BEN pouted at him, cheeks and chest puffed out.

“Why don’t we just do one big hug this year?” Brian suggested, joining the group. Everyone considered it thoughtfully, providing their own suggestions and ideas, as snow began to crunch softly outside.

Your footsteps, gentle but fast as you moved through the woods echoed around you, your arms tight around your chest for added warmth, your breaths coming out in clouds in the chilly morning air. A smile bloomed on your face as the familiar outer walls of the mansion came into view, and you found yourself moving faster to reach your destination. As you knocked softly on the door, it had been swung quickly open, surprising you as you were met with the eager smiling, cheering faces of those that cherished you most.

You’d been swept up into a large, glob of a hug, BEN and Toby fighting to be closer to you as everyone swarmed around you, going with Brian’s idea of a group hug. Laughter filled the air as you made your way through the blob, hugging each creep in turn.

“I can’t wait to have you open presents, I need to have proof that my gift was the best!”

“No, MY gift is the best!”

“No… It’s mine they’ll… Like most!”

“Oh, come on shitheads, you know I’ve got the best taste.”

“You barely have common sense, how are we to expect you to have taste?”

“HEY! I’m not THAT bad!”

Laughter surrounded you once more as you found yourself surrounded by the warmth and mirth of those around you, and as your own laughter sounded out, causing them to all pause and look eagerly at you, silence filling the room again.

“You don’t have to compete for which gifts are the best, because after all,” the smile upon your face had taken away the breath of everyone in the room as they stared at you in awe, “You’re all the greatest gift I could possibly ask for, and all I need.” As your laughter filled the room again, the timid creeps around you moved closer for more hugs and head pats as they cooed at you, helping you move to the living room so you could make sure you had a seat.

They’d make sure this was your best Christmas yet, because, after all, you deserved it- and as the person they all loved most, they’d do anything to give you the love and warmth you need.

This will never NOT be funny