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they have no idea what personal space means when it comes to each other and i love that

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Robin Buckley, and Debby Harry, the lead singer of blondie, Nancy’s favorite band, (has a poster in her room + Robin listed it when Vecna had Nancy), around the 1980’s

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We have another Byler reactor on our hands

The way he stopped talking when Mike held Will's hand LMFAO

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the friend // the queen // the bride // the child // the sweet

the victim // the monster // the widow // the lost // the damsel

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made moodboards of some of my favorite horror ladies (who I also write for 👀👀) to hopefully get my writing mojo back. enjoy!

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the friend // the queen // the bride // the child // the sweet

the victim // the monster // the widow // the lost // the damsel

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made moodboards of some of my favorite horror ladies (who I also write for 👀👀) to hopefully get my writing mojo back. enjoy!

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Some Bitches Really Be Out Here Adding "Killer Klownz From Outer Space" And "Gremlins" Into Their Request List

it's me, i'm bitches.

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Herbert and Dan Cain (we need more of our domestic Dan boi) with an s/o that is very scared of thunderstorms?

A/N: danbert!! my otp!! this took a while cause like,,,herbert aint sweet,,,even still, hope ya like it!!

You have been scared of thunderstorms since you were a child when an unfortunately awful storm left you in complete darkness while you were home alone. You rode out the storm under the coffee table of the living room, and when your parents got back home, you were a mess of snot and tears.

Your relationship with the mild-mannered Daniel Cain and the slightly sociopathic Herbert West was still a relatively new one, one that you guys were still trying to figure out and sail smoothly through. 

However, one thing you didn’t think you’d have to tell them was that you were deathly afraid of thunderstorms. You just,,,didn’t think that it would come up until much later.

Uuuuuntil about 4 months into the relationship, when Herbert and Dan came home from class to see you hunkered down under your guys’ coffee table curled up in a ball sobbing.

Now, Herbert is not understanding, and very calloused when it comes to ‘irrational fears’, so he would not be soft and gentle.

However, he would partake in distracting you so you wouldn’t annoy him and Dan with your incessant crying 

(...which is a blatant lie; though he’s shite at admitting it, he cares deeply for you and Dan, and would be dutifully at your side calming you down or talking your ear off so you have something else to focus on).

Dan would be more of the nurturing one, the one that holds your hand gently and lets you bury your face into his shoulder for security.

He’d brew coffee, hot chocolate, and/or tea for all of you to drink and would 100% slave over making a pillow fort in the living room for you three to camp out in.

Turning on the TV as loud as it would go to drown out the thunder was an option for you guys, but the power lines were down during the storm and it took the airwaves and internet with it so uh...that’s a no-go.

The storm ends up getting way too loud to sit through in the living room, and Dan and Herbert can feel you shaking like a leaf with the urge to cover your ears and curl up in a ball out of fear.

This leaves you guys with the only option of going into the basement- otherwise known as Herbert’s laboratory, where the storm wasn’t as loud and you were able to calm down just a bit.

Though the lab was mostly dusty and filled with tables and scalpels, you guys made due, with you in the middle of the drowsy Dan and the flustered Herbert (who you were slowly falling asleep on).

You guys rode out the storm together, you somehow falling asleep flung across both your boys. Dan had his arm around you while propped up by one of the lab tables, and your feet were on Herbert’s lap who also looked to be sleeping, albeit fitfully.

You wake up that morning very warm, in a quiet lab in between your favorite people in the whole world, and you think: a storm may not be so bad...if I’ve got them to keep me company during it... as you burrow back into the cocoon of white shirts, flannel blankets, and warm boys.

(A/N: was that good?? ehhh??)

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general headcanons (sfw/nsfw) with my homie orin scrivello pls :)))

A/N: trashest boi in musical theater,,,we kind of have to stan (also tw: i’m sort of writing orin as he is: i.e. a sadistic, possessive, abusive prick. that being said, if you’re sensitive to that sort of thing, maybe consider clicking off of this one? idk, i don’t think it gets too graphic or uncomfy)

OK so like,,,just so we get this out of the way, Orin Scrivello D.D.S. is not a soft uwu partner. He’s cruel, mean, and sadistic (quite literally- there was a whole song about it).

However, he’s handsome and makes good money, and has that sort of James Dean-esque, bad boy factor to him, which is what initially drew you to him.

You were his new secretary, the other one having quit and never looked back, and though the pay wasn’t as good as you would’ve preferred, you were content with just watching him walk in and saunter in with frustration in his body.

Though he didn’t notice you much, he always greeted you with a razor-edged smirk and a wink when he did- and why yes, it did send your heart into hysterics every time he did it.

He also didn’t think much of you, if he was being honest; you were just a piece of eye candy to him, someone he could oogle at between ‘patients’ when you weren’t looking and could fantasize about being in handcuffs.

He did, however, feel a sort of possessiveness of you; after all, you were his secretary, and he was essentially your boss, so in his mind, you are apart of his property (just like his girlfriend Audrey, who you knew nothing about).

So when other men felt like they could flirt with you, felt like they could ask you out, or bring you flowers, or chat you up like you were some hussy, well…

That wouldn’t fly. Not with Orin Scrivello, D.D.S.

The men who would flirt with you got the worst treatment of all of his other patients, and that’s saying something (it’s a wonder that none of your would-be suitors have died after such an appointment).

Not that you noticed, however; you were pretty used to people screaming during an appointment, or running out bleeding from the mouths or with metal around their heads, so when it happened with your suitors, you genuinely didn’t notice.

However, even if the thought had crossed your mind, you immediately tried to shove it down. After all, someone as handsome and smooth and successful as Orin with a girlfriend as perfect and sweet as Asurey would never want someone like you.

You guys never really get together, but at some point you guys fall into a nice routine; he comes in, offers you a wink and/or a pet name (something akin to ‘doll’ or ‘legs’. Things like that, y’know?), and you’d fondly roll your eyes and tell him his schedule for the day.

He’d be the type of guy to offer you rides home on his motorcycle, and though you never take him up on said offers, it is the type fop thing you fantasized about, being the hopeless romantic that you were.

(Dreams of riding on the back of his motorcycle, holding onto him and nuzzling into his back. Wearing his jacket when you were cold. Staying his receptionist for as long as you financially could afford to...It was all so grand, and you were always sad to have woken up from said dreams.)

But then the routine is ruptured one day, when a warbly brunette named Seymour Krelborn walks into the office.

You were out that day, your older colleague Patty covering your shift so you could make it to your second job, so you didn’t hear about what happened till the next day…

You didn’t find out about his awful death until noon the next day, when you heard about it from his now-ex Audrey.

It was awful. You remember holding the phone to your ear, hand pressed to your quivering mouth as the blonde hung up on you.

It hurt. It hurt so much; you knew that he had a girlfriend, that you two would never have been together, and that your feelings were always going to be unrequited...but still you fell, and still you yearned...and now still, you hurt).

(A/N: this one’s a little shorter, since it doesn’t like,,,actually feature you two getting together. hope this is still ok???)

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you know i hate tumblrs “i hope they do something problematic” shit so much? its not only with people like thomas sanders or john mulaney or that comic guy with the bike, but with whole ass shows and projects? like nobody ever said b99 is cop propaganda. nobody was saying that until one single person mentioned it and suddenly its the worst show you could watch because of one aspect of their show, while ignoring the shows diversity and political stances.

same happened to dream daddy, like you cant deny that that game was groundbreaking for the lgbt society, but suddlenly some people started shit like ‘uhhh but 5 years ago the game grumps made transphobic jokes’ and ‘you know that joesph is actually a satanist, right?’ and suddenly no one talked about the game anymore?

everytime someone tries their fucking best to be inclusive, diverse etc. people are digging through everything they can find just to justify that they dont like it? overwatch recently hosted a huge event to raise money for breast cancer research in association with the BCRF and without even doing one second of research people accused them of working with the susan g. komen foundation (which wasnt true) and tried to boycott a fucking charity event?

what im saying is, dont let tumblr ruin everything you love because they are bitter

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so you said you write for little shop,,, who all will you write/not write for?

the only ones i will not write for are wink wilkenson (cause he's a bg character and i'm fuzzy on his characterization), mr. mushnik, and twoey! orin, seymour, audrey, and the doo whop girls are fair game!

(i’m much better at writing seymour and audrey though hnnngh-)

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hey there again! 💓 since I'm a complete whore for Herbert West, can we all get some headcanons you have for him? any kind you like, swf or nsfw, it's up to you!

A/N: My trash son,,,my beloved creacher,,,im love

OK, so for starters, Dr. Herbert West is garbage at Human Emotion and Feeling, so he’d probably see you as a distraction from his work at first.

He’d be so mad that he fell victim to human emotion, and for someone who was so below him in chemical and medical knowledge, that he would start off by just being cold and standoffish towards you to the point where you would honestly think that he didn’t like you too much.

After all, nothing was more important than completing his research and perfecting his reagent (even people who were nice and who always smelled like peaches, like you-)

However, this didn’t happen. Instead, you haunted his every waking moment, seemingly taunting him with your pretty smile and your gorgeous features and your bewitching laughter. He’s entirely sure that you know what you’re doing to him- taunting him with yourself because you know he has been bewitched by you (spoiler alert: you don’t. You’re just genuinely a nice person that thinks he’s cute.)

Everyone at Miskatonic could see that you were head over heels with this emotionally stunted dorky ass, what with the way you laughed at his monotone jokes, smiled whenever he was in class, and hovered around his space trying to ‘accidentally’ touch him or learn about what he was working on…Well, everyone except Herbert.

It honestly takes Dan and Meg sitting him down and having to tell him point blank, no bullshitting, that you’re not flaunting the fact that you got him interested, but that you just really really really like him, and that he really really REALLY likes you back.

It was like someone threw cold water on him, then hit him upside the head with a shovel, when he realized that he had indeed fallen in love with you. Suddenly, everything made sense; the fluttery feeling in his stomach, the tightening of his chest, the weird heat on his cheeks that bloomed whenever you laughed at one of his jokes, his need to see you- all of it.

However, realizing that he has feelings for you and actually telling you that he has feelings for you are two different things, and the second thing is something that he had no interest in doing (just because he wasn’t sure that Dan and Meg were right about your feelings toward him! He wasn’t…scared…that you would reject him and grow to hate him…Not at all!)

When you guys actually get together, you guys don’t,,,actually get together,,,if that makes sense??? You guys just sort of fall into a routine together???

You’re constantly in his lab at Miskatonic diligently writing down whatever he asks of you, you make lunch for him to make sure that he at least has something to eat (since you found out that he gets so buried in his work that he forgets to both eat and shower), and sometimes, when it’s quiet enough and Miskatonic is quiet…your hands end up intertwined, you talking about your day in a hushed whisper and him nodding along as he cuts open a body part with one hand and gently holds your hand with the other.

You guys aren’t very affectionate, as you’re conscious of his touch boundaries and usually wait for him to initiate anything. However, one thing that makes him melt are the jaw and cheek kisses that you give him, as well as the feel of your hand on top of his while he’s working.

You guys also aren’t really the ‘date night’ type of couple; you guys mostly just stay in and watch old cartoons while eating take out (you are also the only one who can convince him to take a fucking break once in a while)

Herbert is 100% a very jealous not-boyfriend; though he knows that what you have together isn’t serious or official, he also knows that he has very strong feelings for you, and couldn’t bear to have someone take you away from him.

(Although, a lot of the people that end up flirting with you obscenely or asking you out do tend to go missing…wonder why…)

Herbert is also the type to grab your hand or hover behind you in public when someone is making eyes at you, like a tense cobra waiting for the chance to strike.

You guys do tend to fight a lot and get into a good chunk of squabbles, as Herbert is an often cold and stubborn individual and your emotions run very high and hot; He doesn’t tend to really understand how he feels or know how to react to the things he feels, and you just wish that he would be more open and trusting and Herbert, Jesus FUCKING Christ, not EVERYTHING in life is about reanimating fucking corpses and shutting everyone out!!!

However, he also hates upsetting you, and you guys tend to make up after a short while since the idea of hurting each other nags at you both and makes you feel awful. 

He also would hate making you cry during your guys’ fights, and he usually just holds your hand and tries his hardest to show he’s sorry instead of just saying he’s sorry (he’s not great with actually saying it, but he’s pretty good at making his actions speak louder than his words).

Your relationship with Dr. Herbert West is unspoken, but as long as you two can feel the chemistry between each other, then unspoken works just fine.

aaaaand that’s all folks! sorry this was so late hon hnnnngh-

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Can u draw Randy x Sidney or Billy x Stu? :>

i can’t draw, but i can write if you would prefer, hon??

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hey guys! im so sorry that i haven’t been active; life has gotten pretty hectic, and i haven’t had time to work on any of your guys’ asks (but im so excited to write them all! i swear!)

please try to bear with me?? ehhhh

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idk about you guys, but i think it mightve been at starcourt :/

insp.

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IMAGINE YOUR OTP

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You write for dear evan Hansen jdjdjfkfnfn,,,, how about evan with an s/o who's the opposite of him,,? Personality wise??? Thank you!

A/N: omg my first ask!! And for my baby, too!! Well, ask and you shall receive, my love!

OK so Evan would 100% never confess to you on his own, thinking that you’d be too good for someone like him- what with you being so bright and outgoing and sociable, surrounded by friends and people who want to be your significant other.

He’d be so shy around you, thinking over the things he’d want to say to you, writing them down in a little notebook, and inevitably just staying quiet about them. He usually just observes you and annoys the hell out of Jared with his crush on you.

But you noticed him. Quite a lot, actually; to you, he was the cute, quiet boy who sat behind you in Trig class and who doodled trees and flowers in the margins. It was just,,,cute for you.

However, you two never really crossed paths; he was withdrawn and only had one friend, a funny yet loud and annoying kid named Jared Kleinman, and you were outgoing and bright. You always smiled so brightly, and had a circle of friends around you, and never seemed to be set off just by someone accidentally brushing against your arm.

(You were also covered in possible, more suitable partners than him; people who were sociable like you.)

You would’ve had to make the first move to even get on a first name basis with this kid, which is exactly what you do one Monday!

You two were in English together, and the person that usually sat next to Evan was out sick that day. You guys also had a substitute, one who didn’t care about where in particular the students sat; perfect for talking to this boy!

‘Hi! Is this seat taken?’ You asked, flashing Evan your signature award winning smile. His cheeks burned, and he shook his head frantically as he responded.

‘N-N-No, of course not! I-I mean yes, I m-mean no! Y-You can sit-sit here!’ He looked flustered, and had zero idea how to actually talk to you. However, despite his stutter and frazzled expression, you smiled gratefully and sat next to him. That class period was then filled with you two scribbling jokes into the margins of your work and passing it between each other, giggling quietly and barely getting any work done that period. After your written encounter, you both agree to meet up for lunch sometime.

(Dear Evan Hansen, he types out later that day, smiling like a goof down at his laptop. Today was a pretty good day! You managed to talk to Y/F/N today without making a fool of yourself!...well not really, since you guys just passed notes over your classwork in English, but still-!)

After that day, it was like some unseen flood gates had opened between you two; you were constantly sitting together at lunch (when you weren’t sitting with your friends and he wasn’t with Jared, you two always met up), passing notes to each other when possible in class, and had even exchanged numbers in the process, though he rarely responded on time due to his stressing over what exactly to text back-). As you guys hung out and bonded, your feelings began to bloom even stronger.

Unfortunately, you were under the impression that he didn’t like you like that, that he was just happy to have someone other than Jared to talk to, while he was just entirely sure that someone like you would never like someone like him. He was still convinced that you were only being nice to him, that you felt bad for the awkward kid who couldn’t even talk right.

The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman Himself had to sort you two out, bitching all the way about ‘being the only one between you two with any kind of sense’ (why yes, his getting you two together did consist of just outright saying ‘Hey, Y/N! Ev has a crush on you and you have a crush on him, I can see it. So, sort that shit out right now or I swear on my car insurance I will throw both of you out of the nearest window-’)

Once you guys actually get together, you guys do clash a bit since you guys are just,,,so different. However, once he settles into being someone’s boyfriend, he’d do the best he could (and honestly, that’s all you want from him).

You guys do fight from time to time, since you’ve never been with someone who’s as anxious and withdrawn as him and he’s never been in a relationship ever. You tend to coddle him a bit, though unintentionally since you just worry so much about him. He does appreciate your effort and your support, but he tends to get a bit annoyed since he feels like you’re infantilizing him.

You guys, however, also try to talk everything through, and your fights never last too long. For you two, nothing is too big to talk about, and it helps you two understand each other and work through your issues.

Evan isn’t one for much physical affection, but he does like forehead kisses and linking pinkies. He also likes it when you hug his arm while you guys are walking together.

You’re a much more affectionate person, having grown up in a warm and loving environment, but you dutifully tone it down for your boy’s comfort level.

Heidi, his mother, loves you; she loves that you’re patient with what her son is comfortable with and that you always try to gently coax him out of his shell. She couldn’t ask for someone better to be dating her son.

You call him ‘your little pinecone’, or just ‘pinecone’, along with the other more standard pet names of ‘baby’, ‘love’, etc. He’s not much one for nicknames or pet names, but he does call you a shortened version of your name and will drop the occasional sweetheart if he’s feeling extra tender or comfortable with you. You honestly live for those moments.

Evan doesn’t say ‘I love you’ a lot, as he’s the type of person to only say it when he really really really means it, but he’s also the type of person to show that he loves you rather than tells you, and that means more to you than he’ll ever really know.

CUDDLES AND PILLOW FORTS AT THE LATE HOURS OF NIGHT APLENTY!!!

When you guys are on dates, you tend to talk more than he does. When you were first dating, it used to grind your gears and make you feel a little bit unwanted, but the more years you spend together, the more you see his kind smiles, attentive eyes, and the little blush he gets on his cheeks when he sees how excited you are. You understand that he’s just...not a talker.

However, he’d listen to you squeal and drone over just about anything with no complaints.

You two really see each other. You understand. You like him, and he likes you, for you and nothing else. It’s all he’s wanted for longer than you could possibly know, that you just want him.

(Sorry this was so long, hnnnngh-!! i hope you like it, anon!