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In their 40s, graying, and a pathetic stalker?

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Begging on hands and knees for more crumbs about them please

And wearing a tight black turtleneck under their medical coat, one of the very sluttiest things it is possible for anybody to wear. Important!

Sloane’s entire family are medical professionals. Their parents and siblings have all worked up to senior consultants and heads of hospitals; even though anaesthesiology is a perfectly valid and difficult career (and Sloane is certainly not badly paid by any means), they’re a bit of a family disappointment. They were pushed really hard growing up, so never had time to make friends or properly integrate with their peers. Studying was their entire life, and now their job is their entire life. As a result, they’re incredibly awkward and still struggle a bit with imposter syndrome - having their darling to “take care of” (in quotations, naturally) makes them feel like they’re more of a success.

Their ‘type’ includes: workaholics, anxious people, anyone who they think needs a break. If they’re sweet and polite to Sloane if they interact (if they can!), that’s a bonus, because they deal with very rude people as a medical professional and they’re also used to people not being nice!

They work mostly in the emergency room, but due to staff shortages and their specialised skills, they also work sometimes in more routine surgeries and also do some private freelance work. (They have worked under Constance’s father! They’re quite fond of her and go out of their way to check Constance is doing alright - they’re totally drawn in by her proper young lady act.)

As I said, they’re definitely a stalker type and they’re very likely to fall for a patient, though they’ve fallen for coffee shop workers or shop assistants and coworkers too. They have a lot of access to sensitive medical records (and by extension addresses and contact info), so watch out!

Packages left on doorsteps with gifts, phone calls with heavy breathing down the line, windows cracked open . . . Sloane sometimes reads like they’re working through the stalker handbook. But they mean well, honest!

Whilst mostly non-violent, they’re not entirely above hurting their darlings in order to take care of them. They prefer to keep them drugged and delirious (forced cuddling, somnophilia and needleplay are the usual orders of the day with them), but if their darling is combative or has a lower tolerance . . . Well.

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"Lucas? I was thinking about something--that is, I wanted to ask you for something. And um, I know it's a big ask, and maybe it could be a Christmas present 'cause it's a such a big ask, but... do you think I could call my parents? Or write them a letter? Just so they know I'm okay. Just so they don't worry, I mean."

He stops what he's doing, a stillness that makes your spine go cold - you'd compare it to a deer in the forest, but that's not quite right. It's the silent, calm stance of a wolf about to leap upon a deer.

"Why'd you wanna do a thing like that, darlin'?" He asks you, his voice a carefully controlled thing, a tightrope pulled taut. "Ain't I takin' care of you well enough here? You wanna go tellin' tales about me, is that it?"

Before you can think of some lie to tell him, some reassurances that of course not, that you just want to tell them how happy you are, just check on them and see if they're well, he's turned to you and you can see the veins flexing in his knuckles and the knit of his brow and the way his jaw is twitching, and the words die in your throat.

"No, darlin'. No, I don't think you ought to." One of his fists twitches, and you imagine wood clenched in it, imagine a sharp blade heading directly for your soft, sensitive flesh. "It'll just make you homesick, and ain't we been workin' so hard on that ourselves? This is home now. You wanna say somethin', you can always say it to me."

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Have you drawn anything for the anaesthesiologist?

You know what anon, this made me finally draw them. Just for you.

Awkward and forty-something and pathetic. But trying! Unfortunately Sloane's trying also means kidnapping and drugging and stalking and such. Sometimes that's how it is.

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also please like this post if it is fine if i in turn draw my ocs kissing your ocs for oc kiss week btw!!!!

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“Cass… I think this is infected. I-I don’t feel well…”

"Infected?" He seems sharper somehow, as if the word has switched something on in his brain. You feel somewhere deep inside of you, away from the pain and the confusion, relief. Cass is going to do something about it. Cass isn't going to let you die here, of sepsis or infection or some kind of awful mould in this ancient ruin of a house that will get into your wound and devour you from the inside out. "Let me see."

You weakly proffer your leg towards him, and he's on his knees in moment, peering closely at it. He even moves the eyepatch from his other eye, though you have to fight not to turn away from the squirming mass within it. He stares at it, bringing up a hand, long fingers sliding over the wound that is turning colours no human skin ought to ever be.

"Oh," he breathes, and there's something in his voice you can't place. "Oh, you're right. Yes, darling, this is very infected. Look . . . do you see these colours? That mottled blue, versus the green - the way that the skin is starting to wave at the edges? The bubbles inside? The way that the blood is starting to thicken, like tar, take on that oily sheen . . . Oh my." He's almost breathless. You wince as he digs his fingers right into it, nails sliding into the mass of infection. It makes you gag, a sharp ring of pain echoing through your head. You tell yourself he's just checking it over, before he figures out how to cure you, but your head feels muzzy and heavy.

"Gods . . . It's beautiful, isn't it? Let me grab my paints. Don't move an inch. I wonder what it will look like tomorrow. I wonder how long we can let it rot before you have to lose the leg . . ." There it is again - that dreamy, far-away look. The look that tells you he's thinking about you as a piece of art and a piece of meat and not a living breathing person. "Ah, darling. Sweetheart. My dearest muse. We'll find out together, won't we?"

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Imagine trying to tell lucas about yourself thinking if you humanise yourself he might let you go, it's what your meant to do with kidnappers right? Only for it to backfire as everything you say only enforces to him why you are better off with him

either you risk saying something he doesn’t like - and risk a lecture or a gruff ‘well, darlin’, your days of doin’ that are over’, or you make him fully certain he did the right thing by kidnapping you. he doesn’t like it all that much if you talk too often about your past - a sun-drenched wistful childhood memory is fine, of course, a rose-tinted nostalgia . . . but more recent history gets dicey. as far as he’s concerned, he should have been able to rescue you from the horrors of your former life much sooner!

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Hello!! I just reread all your Lucas works (absolutely love him) and there's a question I've been meaning to ask! So, darling cannot under any circumstances leave the cabin, that much is clear. But what if they have some sort of chronic illness or allergy that *needs* constant medical attention? I for one have crohn's disease so I need to be accurately medicated and have a few doctor's visits a year or else I'll be in horrible pain (and maybe even in need of surgery at one point, like I already had to have.) So.. how is Lucas going to go about that? He tries his best to care for his darling (in his own sick way), but this is something he cannot manage on his own. So would he just straight up kill them because he knows that they will eventually become a burden at one point?

Hello anon! I am so glad that you have been enjoying them and that he has resonated with you!!! <3

I felt absolutely sure I'd answered this kind of question before but I couldn't find it, so! With a darling who's disabled or chronically ill, he ramps up the cooing protector thing all the more; of course they need his protection, look at how weak they are! Barely functioning!

Still.

They can tell him about it, and he sure will look into it, but . . . unless they are thoroughly broken and he thinks they are about to die without medical attention, he's absolutely not taking them to the hospital. He's getting medication himself (his poor housebound spouse can't come, you understand) - he's figuring out how it can be managed the way it was before medical care was so simple to access. If the answer to that is just 'they died' . . . he's still going to damn well try. His mother didn't raise no quitter, after all.

The pain thing . . . oh, he does hate seeing his darling in pain, but also . . . they're so much easier to deal with like that. They need him! He can snuggle and coo and smother them with affection and there's nothing they can do about it except helplessly cling to him and ask him to try and help. No thoughts of escape. No thoughts of anything but the pain going away. And they're so thankful if he does manage to help, with hot water bottles or massages or medication he gets from the bathroom cupboard--

A man could almost get used to it.

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Percy, I trusted you.

That same awful smile; sympathy, tinged with just a touch of triumph, a touch of smugness. That same crinkling of his eyes, that same slow, honey-drenched tone that he used to use to murmur sweet things into your ear--

"Oh, I know you did, sweetie. That's what makes it so much better. Come on, look at me now - do you not think maybe that you deserved it?"

He lets the barb sink in for just one carefully controlled moment, before he's pinching your cheek again, simpering, his veneer of faux compassion at once setting your teeth on edge and making you want to curl into a ball in his arms. Even care that's undoubtedly a lie begins to feel a sweet prospect when one has been chewing on sawdust for months.

"You did trust me, after all. And you trusted those other people, too. Perhaps this is just the kind of person you attract. Perhaps you were just made to suffer. It's alright, though," he's still smiling, and you have to blink the blur of tears away. "If you're going to suffer, sweetie, at least you know whose hands it will be at now. At least I'll take care of you when we're done. At least you know I hurt you because I care about you. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

You hate to admit it almost does.

[in-character OC response game!]

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Think I may allow myself to go insane and update and make more accurate F-Lists for all of my OCs today. As a little treat.

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Lucas’s worst nightmare: A development company buys some land near the cabin and starts building houses around it 😂

ABSOLUTELY. I think when Lucas bought his land, he bought as much as possible - so when he talks about 'trespassers', he really means it! He has (and had) a lot of money; a big government payout to not speak about his time in the military, and a monthly generous stipend to keep him silent.

Of course, the woods doesn't recognise him as owner (the woods owns itself), but legally? They'd have to manage to track Lucas down to buy it, and that in itself is a challenge! Doesn't stop him having nightmares about it though, probably.

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(For Mortal Glamour Van!) Gosh, Van--did you hear the rumor about that local forest? People say that they hear weird sounds at night and even during the day, or see things... like it's haunted or something. It sounds really spooky! So--I was thinking we should totally go explore it at night. With some flashlights, of course. You don't have to go, though, I'm okay with exploring on my own!

His face falls; he looks like a kicked puppy, his brows drawn in and his mouth twisted to one side.

"I . . . I don't think that's a good idea," he says, and his voice is quieter than you've heard it before. "How about we go out instead. The club? Or we could . . . we could see a movie? Or even - if you w-want to see something haunted, we could . . . explore that abandoned bar just on the edges of town?" He swallows. "Just . . . not the forest."

"Please."

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I feel like I have a hundred OCs so even though I have other characters for murdersim style content I stick to the eight or so I mostly talk about here. But if you are curious and would like more information here is a quick silly breakdown of some other OCs who scuttle around my brain waiting for their chance;

Tundra werewolf girl who didn’t quite get brought up in human society and sometimes accidentally eats someone she really likes. :(

Former opera singer vampire MILF with misandrist tendencies and mothering issues who is now the head of a mafia.

MC folk violinist girl who made a deal with the fae when she was fourteen and is still paying for it now. It might be a curse. Headstrong, reactive.

Necromancer and his serial killer boyfriend he brought back from the dead! Writer and his concert pianist came-back-the-same-but-scarier husband. Package deal. Necromancer man is prickly and standoffish and serial killer man is a hopeless romantic.

Cottagecore artist who happens to be immortal and was groomed by his adoptive demon foster father to take over his domain. MC as well as a murder/yandere/kidnapper type. He’s got range!

Pathetic anaesthesiologist who works in intensive care but has developed an unfortunate drugging/needles/snow white style bordering on necrophiliac kink who likes their poor kidnapped victims to be calm and quiet and lovely to look at.

Totally Normal Accountant who Doesn’t Have Urges borne from the fact his estranged family run a redroom/snuff film/human trafficking for gore and such purposes circle. He has left that behind, thank you. He is Totally Normal.

Old man vampire academic lecturer former scholar who teaches night classes and is mostly a nice calm guy except when the fact he doesn’t drink human blood anymore gets to him and he goes into a frenzied attack mode.

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going on a rampage of replying to asks that got abandoned btw. mostly about lucas (as is the way). under the cut, sorry if you see your ask from a million years ago!!!

general tws for cannibalism, murder, injury etc and one question about menstruation

lucas probably (read: definitely) built the cabin himself. the floors are old wooden boards; not the most comfortable, but not the worst! there are a number of rugs that look as though they were woven by hand; perhaps a victim before you? he wouldn't be overjoyed to see you sleeping on the floor - your poor back! - but if it's the middle of the day, and you're looking cute in a patch of sunlight . . . he just rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue and lays a blanket over you with a fond smile on his face. you will have to return to the bed or the couch later, though; lucas is far too old for snuggling on the floor and he really enjoys holding his darling.

you know what anon? you live your best life. lucas is a bit awkward and gruff when he's out in civilised society and sometimes this kind of thing goes over his head, but . . . always nice for an old man to feel like something pretty and young is flirting! and if you're silly enough to flirt all willy nilly with someone who may or may not be a mass-murderer cannibal - well, he's basically gotta take you home and keep you safe, right?

oh, ABSOLUTELY. i do think lucas makes a bit of a thing about holidays; he can take or leave halloween, but he's a sap for romantic christmas time, for valentine's day, for a kiss on midnight at new year's eve . . . so yes, he's celebrating his darling's birthday. hopefully you've told him that (if not, he saw it on your ID before it all got mysteriously waterlogged and ruined and lost at the bottom of a covered well on his property.) or you're going to be in for a mildly disconcerting surprise!

he finds you a present he thinks you'll like. he absolutely does try and get a cake, though he's not a dab hand at baking himself (he much prefers darling to be the one to do that, it just feels so much more homemaker-y!). he might get one in town and say it's for his birthday. little bit of wrapping paper, some streamers . . . no balloons because he can't stand the popping sounds.

and of course, it's not really properly your birthday until you're underneath him in bed and . . . you know . . .

so there isn't a like, canonical 'this is how many darlings lucas has had', but i always imagine the number hovering around eight or so. if this included the victims of all of his kill-and-eats, oof . . . but i think lucas - especially considering his general preference in soft sweet shy darlings - would feel as though he could take them on. they just need to work together . . .

i think if you were very well-behaved and careful what you asked for, you could probably get some kind of personal music device. not an ipod - that way lies computers, finding a way to put music on it - but perhaps a cd player and cds, or even a walkman or a cassette player. the first time you don't hear him when he calls because you're too plugged in, though . . . well. lucas giveth, lucas taketh away.

he's actually really a bit of a sweetheart about it. he's aware of these things, especially if his darling is afab - he's kind of clueless (definitely makes you write down the brand of pads you need and any info, and definitely drives a couple of towns away to get them), but when it comes to being taken care of . . .

lucas loves a darling who's a bit compromised, as long as they're pathetic about it. sniffling and snuggly and sad? he's all over it. so as long as you don't start getting angry and snappy, he's there with a hot water bottle and some of the chocolate he rarely ever buys and big hands gently rubbing over your stomach. won't let you do anything for yourself. he thinks the crying is cute and will snuggle and kiss and reassure and (unfortunately) get hard over it, the dacryphilia is strong.

but the snapping? he'll forgive it the first few times, but unfortunately you're right about the 'stern' correction. face set, voice warning. he won't punish you whilst you're still actively bleeding and in pain, but he remembers - and you'll get the punishment threefold when it's over. hope you didn't plan on sitting down !

honestly, that would be his preference. if you prefer staying inside? he's way less worried you're going to make a run for it. he loves a cute little homebody. it would be nice if, once the two of you were settled together - and lucas ofc is convinced that will happen - you showed a bit of interest in some nice, calm pursuits like gardening or spending time with the chickens . . . but he's not going to try and force you outside, when you're so much safer in the cabin!

he'd be patient!!! he speaks a little spanish (you pick up all sorts of things in the military, after all) though he's not all that great at it - his accent always bleeds through, no matter what he's doing. so if you're a spanish speaker, great! but he'll be patient with you and he'll probably try and learn a bit of your language too. his only irritation would be if he can't quite get across a telling off!

listen, anon. he's my OC and as my wish fulfilment OC i get to say 'yes'. he still might not deal well with it, but he'd at least make an effort. a couple of things, unfortunately, might get used against you if he thinks it will be to the advantage of keeping you inside - but lucas himself is suffering with something that might be ptsd (read: is), so he's not going to dismiss it out of hand.

i daresay SOMEONE will be offering to assist with the whole back blown out thing. not my fault. he's got to pay attention to his darlings, you see, because some of the others haven't worked out--

paranoia absolutely activated. he brings it up CONSTANTLY. he's worse about leaving you (locks you in, gets bars for the windows, even if he trusted you entirely before this, his trust in human beings otherwise is completely gone and keeping you safe is more important than keeping you happy). holds you so tightly you think you're going to suffocate. jumps on every syllable you stress strangely, like walking on a tightrope edge.

it's . . . it's not a good time for anyone. there's a reason he works so hard to be as off the grid as possible.

from february... crying.....

honestly i think he should get a dog. i think his darling deserves a dog. i think that your guilt tripping would work and you two would end up with a fluffy friend who slept on the couch with you and has to occasionally be shut out of the bedroom at night for a while. bonus - dog has plenty of bones to chew on!

piggy backs are free and allowed but he would prefer to princess carry you around if it's an option (and it has been, in the times he's broken an ankle to prove a point). when he's mad he's very much the 'fireman carry toss you over the shoulder' kind of man. doesn't even break a sweat.

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I know Percy's awful, but, I just love books so much that I can't help but imagine a reader who wants to keep talking about books with him lately.

Because what else are they going to do, kept in a room and tortured day after day by someone they thought was their loving, equally-book-loving boyfriend??

It takes their mind off things, after he's had a feeding session, to curl up in his arms and read together if they've been granted a book, or ease into a discussion about a book they've both read, or talk about book pet peeves, or anything at all book related.

It's calming, in a way.... to go back, even for just an hour or two or however long Percy feels like being sweet, to how it used to be, when they'd get into long discussions over books.

Sure, now instead of being at a cozy cafe they're captive in a single room, their body is dripping with sweat from the exertion of fear and sometimes they're convinced Percy is giving them books with scenes that creep them out on purpose... But you gotta take what you can get in a situation like that.

This is pretty much what would be going on with me, I fear.

And he encourages it! An interest in something shows a will to live, after all; proof that he can keep coming back to them and can keep drinking them in, because there’s enough fight left in them to still enjoy something.

(There’s still something he can tear from them).

And he does love books himself. And there is something pleasant for him about the feel of them relying on him, clinging to him, whispering thoughts and perhaps even bringing a new one to the table he hasn’t discovered! He’s almost proud of them; of course he chose himself a clever little thing to keep captive, he’s just that smart himself—

And oh, how frightened they’ll be if they wake up one day and cannot see to read.

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Do Percy's powers only work when reader is sleeping? Or can he fuck with them when they're awake, too?

They are stronger when sleeping - he’s a sleep paralysis demon, after all - but he’s perfectly capable of fucking with them whilst awake! He’s just less able to create a full immersive cinematic hallucination if other people or too many variables are involved, hence why he keeps his captives in a room in his house that is technically a ‘created’ space that he has full control of!

(The exception is victims suffering from sleep deprivation; because their mind is already in a state of suggestion, he’s able to play with them a bit more!)

He can always siphon off fear, though; that’s the equivalent of his nourishment, and is one of the reasons he likes to get his darlings in situations that they find frightening and uncomfortable (whilst feigning that it’s an accident, of course).

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For Lucas What is a trusted and a non trusted darlings daily schedule like?

And what would he expect in general on their very first day with him?

Generally, they get up together; how trusted they are depends on how much of their own free will they get to exercise! A trusted darling might be allowed to shower alone and pick their own clothes; if not trusted, Lucas will insist on doing those things for them. (Although, that being said, even if a trusted darling is allowed to do it alone he does get warm and fuzzy feelings from being asked to do something for them like brush their hair or choose between a colour to wear!).

A trusted darling might be allowed to go out into the garden to check the chickens for eggs and to feed them - Lucas might come with them, or he might not. That's a privilege, though - if they're not trusted, he expects them to stay inside, and perhaps get things ready for breakfast.

They eat together; who made the food depends on a lot of things, but generally Lucas likes to cook together! A non-trusted darling might not be permitted to handle things like knives and fire, though.

As for the rest of the day . . . darling is free to fill it as they like, mostly. Lucas has plenty of things he needs to do around the house (that's a negative to living off-grid). They can fill their days reading or sewing or listening to music or baking. Darlings who aren't trusted have to stick to hobbies that require a little less complication and things that can't be turned back on Lucas, though - they can draw or read or do a jigsaw puzzle. Things like baking in the kitchen alone or sewing (those scissors! those machines!) are reserved for when he trusts them more.

A trusted darling might also be allowed to go outside with Lucas for a little bit. They might have a patch of garden that they can tend to themselves and grow flowers, or Lucas might ask for help tending to vegetables.

In the evening, they share another meal - the same applies as earlier. They might cuddle on the couch or watch a Western or listen to music together. If Lucas is feeling content, he might not even go out into the woods, especially if it's been quiet - but if he does, a non-trusted darling is generally put to bed early and locked in the house (and Lucas will carefully make sure everywhere that can be locked is; if he could, he'd lock them in the bedroom, but unfortunately they do need to use the bathroom. Darling will hear every lock on every window click shut one by one). With a trusted darling, though . . . he still locks the front door behind him and still warns them to stay inside, but they can stay up later reading or carrying on with a project (he'll still tell them to not stay up too late!). They can even open a window if the evening is getting too hot. They have a lot more free reign over the cabin!