#Esther Bates

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Fundie instagram round up: 10/5-10/6/2024 (Part 2)

Esther and Nathan Bates welcome a new baby boy

Becky (catholica.pandam) begins teaching kindergarten thru first grade Sunday school

Tiffany struggles with the newborn stage

The Seewalds go to the zoo with the Stewarts (I hadn't seen Ivy in a while, omg she looks like her mom!!)

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Esther is 17 weeks and 2 days pregnant today, meaning she’s due October 7th.

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Esther Bates' Mom Speaks on the IBLP

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What if the nurse was bad ?

I thought…What if Nurse Y/N turned out to be a VILLAIN. 😀

Synopsis: There was the rumour of Nurse Y/N going insane and it influenced the slashers to act…differently.

Jason Voorhees

The first one to lose his mind was Jason. He felt it from the start as you became distant and your thoughts darkened. He tried to help you. You were their hope and their light in darkness. He thought he could help, that you would get better. But nothing he did seem to work, and it only made him feel worse and worse as you started growing distant and more insane as time passed. Soon enough, he became more violent himself and some of the nurses noticed his slow return to his old self. And then, he became YOUR monster. He started protecting you and return to his complete muteness and murderous self…He would attack nurses and no word or anything could stop him…And you would simply watch with a smile on your face. The medical board tried to stop you, but it was no use. You were too far gone. At the end, the slashers were back to their old selves and there was nothing to bring you back from the madness that was slowly taking over you.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was the second to notice your sudden change. You were being more commanding and your eyes no longer held that same kindness he had grown to love. You seemed so cold. But, he still wanted to believe…Brahms still remained your friend until the very end—even when he saw that there was no turning back for you. At the end, he started returning in the walls and make more victims within the hospital. He would drag nurses or random people in his walls and they would never come back. Your own instability echoed within him and the rage and the loss and the suffering returned.

At the end, he dropped to his knees in front of you—his hands covered in blood after you had told him to kill for you. He looked up at you and his eyes held only one question within their depth.

Why ?

Brahms was scared.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo started spacing out at random times. He would get angry for no reason and destroy furniture. At night, he would hold his head and scream as he felt his thoughts turning dark and murderous. He didn’t know why. He had been happy for a few years in St Louis—free from pain. He had just started accepting that things were going to change and he could be happy…but then, he had sensed this sudden unease and unexpected shift. He looked up at you and his eyes widened as he saw you standing there.

"Darlin’. Please…I…" He wanted to ask for your help and held out his hand…but then you smiled. And it wasn’t your usual cheerful or friendly smile. It was a mocking one. A cruel one.

And that’s when he understood and Bo who had never felt anything but pain and suffering and who thought he couldn’t get any worse…was proven wrong. Because nothing hurt more than being offered hope and being deprived of it. In the end, Bo became more dangerous than ever. His rage had no outlet except through violence, and he took it out on anyone who dared cross you. He would protect you, but deep down, he hated what you had become—and what you were turning him back into.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy had always suspected there was a darker side to you. Sure, you acted like the saint of St. Louis, helping out the slashers, showing compassion, and trying to reform them. But Freddy had been around long enough to know that no one was as pure as they seemed. When your shift started, it didn’t take him by surprise—it just confirmed what he’d been thinking all along.

"Heh, I knew it," he cackled, crossing his arms as he watched you lose that last bit of sanity. His grin widened, eyes gleaming with amusement as you stood over the bloodied remains of yet another victim. "You never really believed in all that goody-two-shoes crap, did ya ?"

You turned to him, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I did…for a while. But now I see…why change you for the better, Freddy, when I can turn you into something so far worse ?"

For once, Freddy didn’t have a snappy comeback. The realization hit him hard, the smirk faltering for a brief moment as he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but malice. You weren’t just playing the game—you had flipped the board, and now you were controlling the pieces.

"You twisted bitch," Freddy finally hissed, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice. He didn’t want to admit it, but seeing you this way made him feel…uneasy. Sure, he liked chaos, liked causing pain, but this was different. You weren’t just embracing the madness—you were becoming it.

You laughed harder and Freddy could see your true colours now. He could see…

And yet, even as the realization set in, Freddy found himself drawn to your darkness. After all, who better to lead him back into his worst impulses than you ? You were the monster now, and Freddy ? Well, he was more than happy to follow your lead, no matter where it took him.

Michael Myers

Michael felt it long before anyone else did. The subtle shift in your demeanor, the distant look in your eyes—it wasn’t something he could easily put into words, not that he ever would. He watched you from the shadows, his protective nature shifting into something more possessive, much darker. As you slipped further into madness, he stopped trying to pull you back. He just…followed.

When the first body showed up, Michael stood silently beside you, his knife gleaming in the dim light. You didn’t flinch or recoil at the sight of the blood, instead offering him a wicked smile that sent a chill down his spine. He understood then—you were no longer the guiding force, the light in his darkness. You had become the very thing that pulled him deeper into it.

From that moment on, anyone who tried to "help" you faced Michael’s blade. He would watch you from across the room, eyes cold and distant, but never leaving your side. You were his now, and nothing—not even your madness—would change that.

Pennywise

Pennywise had always seen the potential for chaos in you, even when you were at your most compassionate. So when you started to change, it didn’t come as a shock to him—it was thrilling. "Oh, my little nurse, finally embracing the madness, are we ?" he’d chuckle, floating around you with a twisted grin. He didn’t resist your transformation; instead, he fed off of it.

"Why stop at a few lives ? You and I, we could rule this world, turn everyone’s worst nightmares into reality," Pennywise teased, his voice dripping with excitement. You laughed along, your eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger for destruction.

Together, you unleashed horrors in the hospital and the world would learn to utter your name in fear. And Pennywise ? He reveled in it, proud to have been right about you all along. He became your partner in terror, following your lead as he fed on souls. All mercy and redemption gone…

But, sometimes he would look at you—really look at you—and his eyes would lose their light for just a second…For just a fleeting second, he would look at you and remember who you used to be: the innocent and loved little nurse who made slashers believe in change. And he would feel a tug in his chest.

…He would even come to regret the old you.

Penny

Penny, unlike his brother, was more confused than delighted by your change. He’d always been the more playful one, the lighthearted monster who didn’t take things too seriously. But as you grew colder, more distant, something inside him shifted too. He followed you around like a lost puppy at first, hoping you’d come back to your old self.

When it became clear that wasn’t happening, Penny grew more frantic, trying to win your approval by any means necessary. "See ? I can be bad too !" he’d shout, laughing maniacally as he tore into the nurses that tried to intervene. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring back the warmth in your eyes. And that scared him more than anything.

In the end, Penny followed you out of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to lose you, but he also didn’t understand this new version of you. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up. He looked at his brother one night as they were keeping your door and asked:

"Pennywise…Tell me. Are they really…Are they really gone ?"

Pennywise didn’t answer. He knew that his brother wouldn’t like his answer. So, he remained silent and Penny became sad…

He had really hoped to see you again.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent never said a word, but the change in you spoke volumes to him. He had always admired your gentleness, the way you handled things with care and grace. But now, as he watched you descend into madness, something inside him broke. His art became darker, more grotesque, reflecting the growing corruption in your soul.

Vincent would silently stand in your presence, waiting for your orders. He didn’t resist the shift; instead, he internalized it, letting it fuel his own creative darkness. The sculptures he made of the staff you ordered killed were more terrifying than anything he had ever crafted before. But still, there was a sadness in his eyes as he looked at you. He missed the old you, but he could never bring himself to fight against you.

Esther

Esther’s sharp mind was one of the first to notice your change. She watched you closely, her eyes narrowing as she began to see through the cracks in your facade. At first, she tried to manipulate you back to your old self, using her charm and wit. But as time passed, she realized it was no use.

"You think you’re smarter than me, Y/N ?" she sneered one day, her usual mask of sweetness slipping away. "You think you can out-crazy me ? I’ve been playing this game far longer than you."

In the end, Esther didn’t fight you—she adapted. She started playing her own games, twisting the narrative so that your descent into madness worked in her favor. She would help you orchestrate the chaos, but only because she had plans of her own. Esther always had plans.

Father Paul

Father Paul was devastated. As a man of faith, he had always believed in redemption, in the possibility of salvation for anyone, even the most broken souls. But as he watched you fall deeper into madness, he realized that maybe some people were beyond saving.

He would try to reach you, try to remind you of the good you had once done, but it was no use. "This isn’t you, Y/N," he’d say, his voice trembling with emotion. "You can still come back from this."

But you would just laugh, brushing him off as if his words meant nothing. Father Paul, broken by your transformation, withdrew into himself. He began to question his faith, his purpose. And in the end, he too was consumed by the darkness you had unleashed, unable to reconcile the person you had become with the one he had once believed in.

"…I truly believed you were going to save us."

He whispered—his mouth tainted with fresh blood.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman thrived on control. His routines, his polished appearance, his hollow social niceties—all carefully orchestrated to maintain his perfect image. But as he watched you, Nurse Y/N, descend into madness, he felt something shift, a crack forming in the foundation of his meticulously built world.

"You’ve changed," Patrick remarked, his voice cold and detached, as always.

You turned to him, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. "Change, Patrick ? I’d say I’m finally seeing things clearly."

Patrick tilted his head, his expression unreadable. He stared at you with a calculating gaze, as if you were just another piece of his carefully constructed reality that didn’t fit anymore. "Clarity doesn’t look like insanity," he said, though his tone betrayed no emotion.

You laughed softly, your eyes glinting with something dark. "That’s where you’re wrong. You’re always pretending, Patrick. Pretending to feel something. Pretending to fit in. But deep down, you know you’re like me."

Patrick’s gaze never wavered. He took a step closer, his face a mask of indifference, though your words hit closer to the truth than he would admit. "I’m nothing like you," he said flatly, yet there was a hint of intrigue in his voice.

"Oh, but you are," you whispered, stepping toward him. "You’ve been hiding behind that empty suit for so long, playing the role of the perfect man. But inside, you’re empty. Just like me. We’re both killers, Patrick. The only difference is, I’ve stopped pretending."

He blinked, his face as stoic as ever, but inside, something stirred. There was no rage, no fear, only a cold calculation. He didn’t care about your madness or what you had become. But there was a faint pull, the idea of relinquishing the last shred of his humanity that kept him tethered to this charade of normalcy. He was intrigued by your boldness, by how freely you had let go.

But he remained still, expressionless. "I don’t pretend," he said quietly. "I just don’t care."

You laughed again, this time louder, more manic. "And that’s what makes you dangerous, Patrick. You don’t care. You’ve never cared. But soon enough, you’ll realize how liberating that can be."

Patrick stared at you for a moment longer, no emotion flickering behind his eyes. "Liberating ?" he repeated, as if the word were foreign to him.

"Yes," you said with a smirk, turning away. "Because when you stop pretending, when you embrace what you really are, there’s nothing left to hold you back."

He didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. He’d long since stopped feeling the need to explain himself. Whatever you were becoming, whatever madness had claimed you, it didn’t concern him. You were spiraling out of control, and he would remain steady, detached. Yet, as he watched you walk away, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Because, in the end, chaos or control—it made no difference to him.

Norman Bates

Norman was never the same after witnessing the shift in you. At first, he felt a glimmer of hope in your kindness, a belief that maybe you could help him escape the shadows of his past. But that hope quickly faded as you transformed into something darker. The gentle demeanor he had grown to trust turned icy, and the warmth of your presence became a cold specter haunting him.

"Y/N ?" he ventured one night, his voice trembling. You stood amidst a room filled with remnants of your darker whims, the glint of madness shining in your eyes.

"What happened to you ?" he asked, genuinely confused and hurt. The memory of the compassion you once offered felt like a distant dream.

You tilted your head, a smile playing on your lips, but it lacked warmth. "Oh, Norman, don’t you see ? I’ve always been this way. You just never noticed until now."

Norman's heart sank as he realized that the person he trusted most had turned into a reflection of the very darkness he fought against. "But I thought we could—"

You interrupted, your voice sharp. "Could what ? Change ? Adapt ? Look at what you’ve become, Norman. You’re still clinging to that fragile sense of normalcy. But we both know it’s a façade. You are a monster. You will always be a monster."

In that moment, the realization hit him hard. He had thought you were a beacon, a chance for redemption, but instead, you were leading him down a path of destruction. And as he watched you revel in the chaos you created, he felt his own sanity begin to slip. In the end, he would become your puppet, lost to the madness you had decided to embrace.

BONUS

You jolted awake, gasping for breath, heart pounding as the vivid nightmare clung to your mind. It felt so real—the madness, the blood, the slashers losing control, becoming monsters all over again. You clutched the blanket, eyes darting around the darkened room, disoriented and shaking.

The scream you had let out echoed in the silence of the night, and before you could fully gather your bearings, the door burst open. Jason was the first to appear, his imposing figure standing in the doorway—his machete raised and at the ready. He looked around frantically for any sign of danger—but found none. He moved quickly to your side, his large hand resting awkwardly on your shoulder, trying to offer comfort in the only way he knew how.

Brahms was next, peeking from behind Jason, his eyes wide with worry. He didn't say anything—just stared, his usual playful demeanor replaced with deep concern. He slowly made his way to your side, almost afraid to get too close but desperate to offer comfort. He knelt beside you, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to touch your arm, his eyes searching yours, as if pleading for reassurance that you were okay.

Michael entered quietly, his presence felt more than seen in the dim light. He didn't rush to you immediately, his pace slow and deliberate. He observed you carefully, and then pulled out his notebook from his pocket, writing something down before showing you: What happened ?

He sat at the edge of the bed, his silent and comforting company grounding you in the moment.

Bo Sinclair appeared not long after, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern, as if he'd been dragged out of a deep sleep but couldn’t help but care. "Darlin', you alright ?" His Southern accent soft, the usual sharpness in his tone dulled by the worry in his eyes. He stood there for a moment, arms crossed, before moving to your side, brushing his hand over your hair. "Was it a nightmare ?"

Vincent slipped in quietly behind his brother, standing in the shadows. He didn’t make a sound, but his presence alone was soothing, as if he was there simply to watch over you in case you needed anything. He gave a small nod, acknowledging that he was there for you.

Freddy was last, strutting in with his usual cocky grin, but even he paused when he saw your trembling form. "Nightmares, huh ? Not my work this time, I swear," he quipped, though his voice lacked its usual venom. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the others crowd around you, before adding, "What kinda monster dreams are getting to you now ?"

But there was a strange softness in his voice, an unspoken understanding. He might have been a nightmare in the past, but seeing you like this—it wasn’t his domain. He wasn't your tormentor. Not anymore.

Jason stayed close, holding your hand gently, as if afraid to hurt you but wanting to let you know he was there. Brahms crawled up on the bed beside you, still staring at you with wide eyes, his head tilting as he kept trying to make sense of your distress. Michael’s calm, steady presence, coupled with the note in his notebook, reminded you that they were all here to protect you. Bo's hand never left your hair, his brother Vincent still watching from the corner, always there but never imposing.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, the warmth of their concern slowly easing the tension in your chest. You could see the lingering fear in their eyes—the slashers who had been transformed from nightmares themselves into...your friends.

"I’m okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly.

But Freddy, of course, wasn’t one to let it go so easily. "You sure about that, sweetheart ? Looked like hell got a hold of you."

You offered a weak smile, shaking your head. "It was just a bad dream."

Jason squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if to remind you that whatever had happened in your nightmare, this was reality now. And in this reality, they were here for you.

Michael scribbled on his notebook again, holding it up: You’re safe.

And, for the first time since waking up, you believed it. Surrounded by the once fearsome killers, you felt safe. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath…Yes. You were safe. Everything was alright. You would make sure of it…

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Okey but hear me out:

Imagine a Total Drama like show (animated parody of reality TV show), but instead of Survivor, it's a Parody of Real Housewives, and its cast is Horror Icons.

Look I just got out of work and I'm tired.

[thefundiedata]

Meet Graham Alan Bates

On Sunday 6th October 2024, Nathan and Esther Bates announced the birth of their second child, Graham Alan Bates, on Instagram. Graham was born on 4th October and joins a big sister, Kenna Joy Bates. Graham was born three days early, which is slightly earlier than Kenna, who was born one day early.

Pregnancy Announcement Esther and Nathan Bates announced the pregnancy on 21st March 2024. Esther was on Day 80 of pregnancy at the time. This was much earlier than with Kenna (Day 117). Their new average is Day 99.

Gender Reveal The couple revealed Graham's gender on 1st June 2024. This was on Day 152 of pregnancy. This was slightly earlier than Kenna (Day 160) and their new average is Day 156.

They didn't announce his name until birth.

Effect on the Data As Graham's cousin, Harvey Clark, was due at the same time, I calculated the second child multiplier with both of their estimated due dates and finalised the data after they were both born. This means this data has been used for several months. If I hadn't done this, however, it would stand at 1.72 after Harvey's birth and at 1.74 after Graham's birth, which is a slight increase.

Graham was born 718 days after his sister. This will impact on Nathan and Esther's pace going forward. This data point multiplied by the maternal multiplier (which Graham's birth has also had a teeny impact on), gives them a predicted pace of 848 days.

What's Next? With all that being said, Nathan and Esther are predicted to have a third baby in just under 2 years, 4 months time.

Pregnancy Announcement: 3rd August 2026 Gender Reveal: 29th September 2026 Birth Date: 29th January 2027 Due Date: 31st January 2027

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What happend in june

An overview of all the things that happend in june 2024

Nathan&Esther Bates (Keyes) announced baby #2 is a boy

Jason Duggar announced he is in a relationship with Maddie Grace Jones

Samuel Rodrigues announced he is in a relationship

Mitchell&Bryn Bontrager had baby #4

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Bates Family October Wedding Anniversaries

Trace and Lydia Bates: October 1st 2022: 2 years

Josie and Kelton Balka: October 5th 2018: 6 years

Jackson and Emmerson Bates: October 14th 2023: 1 year

Nathan and Esther Bates: October 22nd 2021: 3 years

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2022 Bates Predictions Review

No baby for 2022. The house is looking great though.

Unfortunately no baby this year. They have been promoting their business a lot but it doesn't seem like Michael has been allowed to get a job so she can use her degree.

Erin hasn't really commented on her ovaries this year but thankfully Finley was born healthy. I was wrong about the house as they've moved to Florida.

Lawson and Tiffany married in May. No attendance from Bindi but yes I'd say it was over the top compared to some of the other weddings.

Nathan and Esther announced their pregnancy on Mother's Day and their daughter Kenna Joy was born in October, which is pretty much the end of the year.

I was wrong about the pregnancy announcement but right about them adding to the family in the next few years. I knew Maci wasn't their final child.

Tori was indeed pregnant when I wrote my predictions. She and Bobby welcomed Cambree (no K name) in August.

Trace and Lydia got engaged quicker than I was expecting with their engagement in March and wedding in October.

Turns out Layla unfortunately wasn't the only one experiencing health issues this year. Zade was born in mid March, they moved house but kept Izzy.

No pregnancy announcement for these two.

Katie did struggle with being away from her family and there were a lot of trips to see her in New Jersey. Baby #1 was announced in August and Hailey James is due in March.

Jackson didn't join the police and instead got himself a girlfriend. Kelly sadly lost her mom. It was a fairly quiet year for everyone else.

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✨RP Storylines ✨

For all the ones (I remember) that are both finished and unfinished with some paused Adamsapple rps.

✨ Finished ✨

- Terminator Au

- Steve At The Hotel

- Mother Of Sin

- God Adam Au Part One

- Adam The Radio Demon

- Moth Adam Au

- Vampire Adam

- Dark Lucifer Vampire

- Gladiator Au

- The First Man

- Switch Au

- Obedience Au

- Serial Killer x FBI Agent

- Phantom of the Opera

- Alternative Prison Au

- Devil Nun x Priest Au

- Tangled Au

- Aladdin Au

- Alternative Snow White Au

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 1

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 2

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 3

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 4

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 5

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 6

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 7

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 8

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 9

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 10

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 11

- Bimbo Adam Au: Eden

- Ancient Prince Au

- Firefighter Au

- Adams First Halloween

- Adams First Sinsmas

- Snow Covered Love

- Chaggie Au

- Cancer Au

- Prostitute Adam x Mafia Leader Lucifer

- Norman Bates Au

- Memory Loss Au

- How The Devil Stole Christmas

- Experiment x Scientist Au

- Hobbit Au

- Mafia Daycare Au

- Adam Sin of Wrath

- Hell Nanny Au

- Oblivious Luicfer

- Body Swap Au

- F is for Family

- Adam The Last Unicorn

- Leathery Love

- Separation Trial

- Dexter Au

✍️ Work In Progress ✍️

- Boxer Au

- Monster Under The Bed

- Big Bang Theory Au

- Drag Queen Adam Au

- God Adam: Part 2

- Deaf Adam x Mute Lucifer Au

- Hanahki Disease Au

- Lilo and Stitch Au Christmas Edition

⏸️ Paused ⏸️

- Actor Au

- Warlord Au

- Demonic Future Au

- Esther Au

- Eden Lucifer

- Online Prison Affair

- In Your Head

- Devil Lucifer x Ghost Hunter Adam

- Garden Center Au

- DHORKS Captured The Devil

❄️ Adamsapple Advent ❄️

- Scarf

- Breath

- Chocolate

- Body Worship

- Decoration & Size Difference

- Shopping & Possessive

🎃 Adamsapple Harvest 🎃

- Pumpkins

- Apple Picking

- Coffee Date

- Sweaters & Falling Leaves

- Bonfire & Candy

- Scary Movies

- Haunted House

- Rainy Day

- Full Moon

- Thigh Fucking

- Temperature Play

- Biting

- Feeding Kink

- Urban Legends

- Spell Books

- Possession

- Master/Pet, Lingerie & Leather and Breeding

- Nipple Play

- Horns and Tails

- Halloween Party

- Devil's Night

- Halloween Wedding

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I found a perler bead pattern by cosmic_view on Kandipatterns ( click here for pattern! ) which inspired me to make a version that will work better on my knitting machine for the style of scarves I make then I ended up modding the pattern into other horror movie characters. Shout out to Cosmic_View for their adorable Michael perler bead pattern!

1st row: Ghostface, Angela Baker, Michael Myers, Candyman, Freddy Krueger, Jason and Pamela Voorhees, Patrick Bateman

2nd row: Chucky, Tiffany, Leatherface, Chop Top, Nubbins, Drayton, Norman Bates, Ash Williams

3rd row: 2017 Pennywise, 1990 Pennywise, Hannibal Lector, Jack Torrance, Regan McNeil, Damien Thorn, Jennifer Check, Herbert West

4th row: Esther, Pearl, Gage Creed, Billy the Puppet, Annie Wilkes, Carrie White, Sam, Isaac Chroner

5th row: Beetlejuice, Samara Morgan, Sadako Yamamura, Kayako Saeki, Toshio Saeki, Gozer, Frankenstein's monster, Dracula

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Esther Bates Q&A

I can respect the first one lol she's like, damn straight I sucked face before marriage

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More confirmation that Esther is pregnant?

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Hi, I was wondering, if your requests are open and this was ok with you. Can I ask for, what would it be like for Slasher characters Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, Chucky, Stu Macher, and Billy Loomis were dating female s/o that was like Esther from the movie Orphan. How would they feel about having a dwarf girlfriend that was a killer? What would the relationship be like? I hope I didn't overdo this request. If you're not interested in doing this delete this.😁✌🔪

So. Regarding the characters. Until recently, I didn't know who Norman Bates was, and I didn't plan to write about him. However, now I have watched the first movie, I plan to watch the rest and the Bates Motel series (as it turned out, an actor who I like plays there). I liked Norman and I plan to write about him not only this request, but also something else. However, I can't say that about Chucky. I am not interested in this character at the moment and therefore the part with him is missing here

Headcanons Orphan

🔪 Michael Myers x fem!Reader 🎃

You and Michael met at the sanitarium. He didn't think much of you at first. You were brought there when he was a teenager and he didn't pay attention to a girl younger than him. Other people didn't interest him much, and he rarely paid attention to them, including you, until one day he saw you with blood on your hands. You killed an orderly who often mocked you and you clearly did not regret what you had done

He overheard the doctors discussing you and was genuinely surprised when he found out that you were a couple of years older than Michael. Because of a congenital disease, you stopped growing and looked so young and you took advantage of it. It intrigued him and pretty soon you started noticing that he was looking at you. He saw that you did not give up trying to escape and used a variety of methods for this

You ran away a few months before him and he doubted that you would ever meet, but he was wrong. When he snuck into one of the houses and killed a married couple who lived there, he heard your voice. When he turned around, he saw you with discontent on your face. Even though you didn't know about it, he was pleased that you met again. You were deprived of a foster family in which you planned to stay longer, so you decided to go with Michael and, if possible, get as much benefit as possible. Next to him, you were sure that you were safe

It was difficult to characterize the relationship between you in any way. Both of you didn't have a proper understanding of romantic relationships, but you stayed close and protected each other. You were physically weaker than Michael, but no one expected you to attack them and you took advantage of it. You were the perfect murderous duo and you were both sure that it wasn't the only thing that could connect you

🪓 Jason Voorhees x fem!Reader 🏕

When Jason first saw you, he was surprised. He thought you were a kid who got lost and ended up in an abandoned camp, but your clothes were different from the usual ones. It was more like a hospital gown. He came closer while you were hiding in one of the cabins, and only then was he convinced that it really was a hospital shirt and saw that there was blood on you, although he doubted that you were injured. When he saw a crashed psychiatric clinic car and several dead orderlies in the woods, he realized what had happened to you

He came to you the same night and was surprised when you were not sleeping but sitting holding a scalpel in your hands. You were ready to defend yourself, even though Jason was much bigger. However, he didn't feel any negativity towards you. Jason raised his hands to show that he wasn't going to hurt you. Only after that did you calm down a little. He even treated you to dried meat and brought you clothes from the bag of one of the tourists he killed. It was only when you cleaned yourself up that you quietly thanked him and told him about your name, that you were supposed to be transferred to another psychiatric clinic, and also that you and Jason were the same age, but you looked younger and were much shorter due to a congenital disease

You stayed to live in one of the huts and Jason often came to you. He cared about you and he was sure his mom would approve of it. When there were new tourists who decided to relax by the lake, Jason saw how you killed several of them at night. One of them, a big guy, tried to grab you, but Jason wouldn't let him do it, killing him. You weren't afraid of killing, you were a murderer yourself, and as a sign of gratitude for your help, you kissed Jason on the cheek, which caused him to blush on his cheeks

Jason often stayed by your side. He would put you on his shoulder without any problems and carry you with him. You killed people together, even though you were motivated by different motives. There was a warm relationship between you. You took care of each other and helped each other. Apart from each other, you had no one and your life in the forest suited you both

👻 Billy Loomis x fem!Reader 📞

You and Billy knew each other because of his father. He was friends with a married couple who adopted you and at first he was sure that you were just an orphan girl with oddities. He was sure of it until your foster father was killed. Everyone claimed it was the same killer who was operating in their city, but Billy knew it wasn't him, because neither he nor Stu did it. That's when he started to get suspicious about you

His theory was confirmed when he snuck into the house where you and your foster mother stayed to live. He intended to just watch and maybe find out more about you, but he saw how you stabbed your foster mother. You grumbled obscenities and even cut yourself on purpose to deflect suspicion from yourself. Billy couldn't help but chuckle and you quickly turned to him. You understood that he saw everything and he understood that you were not who you seemed, so he set you a condition. He won't reveal your secret if you honestly tell him who you are

He listened to your story with genuine surprise. You turned out to be a couple of years older than him, and you spent several years of your life in a psychiatric clinic. Because of your congenital disease, you looked younger than your age and took advantage of it. Billy was intrigued by you. Looking at you, smeared in someone else's blood, who shamelessly deceived and killed, he realized that he could not let you go so easily. Especially considering that you also weren't going to let go of the person who found out your secret

His father temporarily took you under his care, and Billy, in front of others, played the role of a caring older brother who sincerely empathized with your loss. However, in fact, he let you get very close to him. You quickly guessed who exactly he was and now you had a common secret. You were both murderers and this secret seemed to bring you closer together

👻 Stu Macher x fem!Reader 🔫

You and Stu have known each other since your first day in town. You were adopted by a couple who were friends with his parents. He heard that they couldn't have their own children, so you became an important family member for them. Several times they came to their house for dinner and Stu tried to communicate with you many times. He was amused to watch you, a girl who behaved not like a child, but like an adult. It seemed funny to him. When your foster parents needed to leave town, they asked Stu's parents to look after you. However, he found out about it only at night, when he returned home covered in blood, confident that everyone was asleep

He climbed into his room through the window and planned to go to the bathroom, but in the hallway he bumped into you. You looked at him with absolute calm, as if there was blood on him. However, he caught sight of a scar. There was a scar on your neck, as if from some kind of belt, usually it was hidden by the collar of your dress, but now you, apparently, did not expect to run into someone. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm and dragged him into his room. Despite your calm expression, he noticed a mocking twinkle in your eyes

He expected to hear words of concern, but instead he heard discontent that if he really decided to play the killer, he should at least come home clean and not attract too much attention. Stu was surprised by this, and also by the fact that according to you, you had much more experience in this than he did. During your late-night conversation, he found out that everything he knew about you was a lie, your name, your age and your story. You were a few years older than him, you spent part of your life in a psychiatric clinic and you kill people. You didn't hide that you were planning to kill your foster parents, but now you had a more interesting task. You wanted to see if you could make a real serial killer out of Stu, since he's already started killing people

Stu didn't tell Billy about you, realizing that he could be against it or use you in his plan. When you and Stu were alone, you didn't hide your true identity and he liked you much more like that. He hoped that he could get to know you even better and when his and Billy's plan came to life, you could become a part of their company and his life

🔑 Norman Bates x fem!Reader 🔪

You met Norman when you and your foster mother arrived at the motel. You looked like a young girl in a dress with a high collar and long sleeves. Your mother checked you in and Norman had a little chat with her. She did not hide from him that you are her adopted daughter and that you plan to move to the nearest city after her husband disappeared. Norman was smiling at you in a friendly way, but your face remained calm. He assumed that the reason for this was an emotional shock. Your foster mother rented two rooms, one for herself and one for you

You were quiet and didn't cause any problems, unlike your mother. Norman's mother was angry and she didn't like her, so she got rid of her. When Norman regained consciousness, he hurried to hide the traces of blood and figure out how to explain to you that your mother had abandoned you, as he heard your calm voice. You told him that you were grateful that he helped you. Turning around, he saw you, with a slight smile on his lips. You went up to him and kissed him on the cheek as a sign of gratitude and calmly began to help him get rid of you by your foster mother, as if her death had absolutely no meaning for you

When he asked you how you could stay so calm, you told him that you originally planned to kill her, just like you killed her husband, and a large number of people before them. You told him that you were about the same age as him, that you looked so young because of your illness and that you spent a long time in a bad place where they hurt you, claiming that they wanted to cure you. He understood what place you were talking about. He was surprised that you were the same age as him, but looking at you, looking at you and knowing that you were being harmed, he wanted to protect you. He suggested that you stay at the motel at least for a while, mentally deciding to try to convince his mother to let you stay with them as long as possible

Despite the fact that you looked quite young, you really were an adult woman. Pretty quickly, for the rare visitors to the motel, you were his little sister, a sweet girl who helped him look after the motel and your sick mother. However, in fact, you were much closer to him. You were the only woman his mother was willing to accept and who was willing to accept him and his mother. Maybe you've finally found the family that really would finally be yours

[charliedawn]

Hi, I really like your blog. Can you please do the slashers and the Russian nurse. She came to America to exchange experiences. She is quite strong and tall, she can effortlessly throw Jack on her shoulder and carry him to the room. As soon as y/n arrived at the hospital she acted like a stereotypical Russian, cold, stoic, not talking or smiling, with a neutral expression on her face. But after some time in the hospital, when everyone is assembled, she starts laughing and says that she likes to play pranks on foreigners that way. In fact, she turns out to be very kind, smiling, cheerful, a little cheeky and flirtatious. She's very understanding and you can share anything with her. I'm sorry if my query makes you feel cringe, прошу прощения

Freddy :

Freddy : "So...You're the new girl, huh ? Wasn't expecting Hulk in a dress."

Freddy was...Freddy. He looked at you and bam, big women jokes just kept coming out. He couldn't have stopped himself, even if he wanted to.

But, he wasn't expecting you to play dumb.

"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Krueger ? I am confused.", you replied with your best poker face and Freddy almost spit out his morning coffee.

"You gotta be kidding me...Superhero ? Tall ? Green ? Strong ?", he tried to describe the Hulk to you, but you tilted your head and frowned at him.

"...I am even more confused."

He then proceeded to go on and on about all the heroes of comic books and try to 'open your horizons'.

You never told him that you actually knew the Avengers, it was best to keep quiet and let him try to culture you on what he thought was 'true American culture.' It made him talk, and it was nice to hear him talk about anything else than dirty jokes.

It didn't mean he sometimes didn't let himself crack a dirty joke or two in your presence, or even attempted flirting from time to time.

Freddy *smirks* : "...You know...I wouldn't mind you sitting on my face sometimes. I always fantasized on how it would feel like to die by big woman suffocation ?" *cheeky wink*

You laughed and Freddy was so surprised, he almost fell off his chair.

"....WAIT. HOLD UP. YOU CAN LAUGH ?!"

Pennywise :

Pennywise : "It's going down, girlie. I can assure you that you ain't as strong as me."

He tried to assert dominance right away.

Let's get something clear.

Pennywise is one of the short ones. He's not as tall as any of the others, but he's the strongest. Hands down.

He could run a marathon with Penny on his back and not break a sweat. It's one of his strong points and he'd be caught dead before letting anyone deprive him of that title.

So, he would of course try to gain the advantage and make it a competition.

He'd ask you to compete with him by carrying heavy things around, arm wrestling and other various challenges..

Pennywise *grumbles under his breath in annoyance when you succeeded in carrying Brahms for a whole day*

At the end, he did learn to respect you, especially when you made sure to let him win sometimes—as to not lose face in front of the others.

He doesn't understand why or how you managed to become so strong, but even though Pennywise is technically a god—you managed to push him to his body's limits...And that's no easy feat.

Jason Voorhees :

You : "Jason ! Bath time !"

Oh no...

Nope.

No water.

He ran. He ran faster than he had ever ran in his life, not expecting you to course after him.

You : "Jason ! You come back here !"

He kept running...until he hit a wall and fell backwards.

He was certain you wouldn't be able to move him if he was completely still—but was surprised when you almost effortlessly lift him up and started walking to the bathroom.

He tried to get off, but had to eventually give up as you started humming to yourself and didn't seem to mind the slasher trying desperately to escape bath time...

The other slashers were stunned when they saw the both of you and Jason was red in the face under the mask.

He frantically tried to escape again, but was once again unsuccessful.

Freddy tried to open his mouth—but as if you had the same Freddy senses—you and Jason both glared at him.

You : "Don't. You're next."

Freddy's smile dropped and Pennywise guffawed beside him while you kept walking.

Jason didn't like being carried around—but he had to admit, it was nice to have someone stronger than him.

Brahms Heelshire :

Brahms was very suspicious of you at first—staying hidden and making sure not to make his existence known until he was sure you were nice.

He observed your reaction to his doll very closely and when you started singing to it in your native language and cradling it gently in your arms—he knew that you were trustworthy.

He showed himself to you and you smiled.

You : "Ah. You must be Brahms. Nice to meet you."

He nodded before suddenly pulling you into a hug.

Brahms' way of saying: you too.

He then proceeded to show you around and his favorite toys.

He was excited to have a new friend an when you started bringing him russian stories and toys—his eyes literally sparkled in pure joy.

Brahms would then ask you to read them for him and even try to learn Russian so he may talk with you in your native language.

Brahms would become curious and happy to find out new things with you and share his own personal childhood stories with you.

Michael Myers :

Michael did find it strange when you first appeared.

He doesn't normally trust strangers and tends to stay away, but he did eventually get used to you.

Problem is...Low and behold, the great Michael Myers can and did become jealous of you when you started becoming a role model for the youngest slashers.

Michael is technically their father. He is very protective of his (adopted) children and Myers eventually found you someone to undermine his authority.

Myers *glares at you from afar when you wave at him and walks away*

He was aloof at first. Didn't think he needed you.

But, that quickly changed when he tried to help Jason with his truck and it ended with him, actually trapped underneath the car.

He tried to move it, but had to eventually give up and Jason had to go find you.

You immediately ran outside and started using your strength to pull the car off Michael. He crawled from underneath and once he was out, Jason and Brahms came to pull him up.

He finally realized that having you around wasn't such a bad thing and even thanked you.

He wanted to apologize too, but didn't find the words.

When you smiled, he knew you understood and smiled back.

Jack Torrance :

"...Mr. Torrance. It is the third time I am telling you that it is time to go to sleep.", you reminded Jack who was still hunched over his writing machine, like an old grumpy leprechaun trying to protect his pot of gold.

"Oh yeah ? You're gonna do...what ? Punish me and send me to bed without cookies ?", he mocked and you replied in all seriousness.

"Carry you on my shoulder and tuck you in bed like a teeny-weenie baby."

"...You wouldn't.", he tried to call on your bluff—but was met with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk.

"Попробуйте. (Try me.)"

Now, Jack is the only one who knows a little Russian, since his ex-wife was from Russian descendance through her great grandmother or something...

So, he would understand most of the things you say.

And, it was funny when you would pretend to have a whole conversation in front of the others when it would simply be an exchange of random Russian words with absolutely no context..

But sometimes...You would use the language to know you were being serious and Jack knew better than to protest.

So, he sighed in defeat and stood up.

"You know I could kill you, right ?", he told you as you were about to leave and you stilled for a second or two before smiling mysteriously back at him.

"ложиться спать (go to bed), Mr. Torrance."

Truth was, there was absolutely no way he would do that—and you both knew it.

Norman Bates :

You : "Please. Let me hug you."

Call it Russian intuition—but you knew Norman needed a hug the moment you met.

There was just something that made you convinced that the man deserved one. And, it was quite strange as you hadn't even exchanged names yet.

However he didn't seem to mind as he simply tilted his head and asked.

"...On what grounds ?"

You shrugged in response.

"On the grounds that I wish to hug you."

Norman seemed a little taken aback—but not actually opposed to the idea. He stared at you for a while, trying to find out if there was anything in your eyes that could have been interpreted as bad intentions but...He found nothing.

He then crossed his arms over his chest and asked.

"Even if I decide to kill you afterwards ?"

You took two seconds to think about it before nodding.

"Never been so sure of anything in my life."

Norman seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally sighing in defeat and opening his arms.

"Fine. 5 seconds.", he indulged.

"10.", you attempted.

"4.", he said adamantly.

"Да. (Fine.)", you finally agreed and hugged him.

You stayed like this for 4 seconds exactly before Norman pulled away and you sighed. He did say 4 seconds...

"So, ready to die ?", he asked with a small playful smile and you nodded.

"It was worth it.", you replied with a small playful smile of your own and for a moment—Norman thought about actually killing you.

But, he only extended his hand forward.

"My name is Norman Bates."

You looked at the outstretched hand and smiled before shaking it.

"I'm Y/N."

And let me tell you, Norman had never felt such a powerful handshake in his life.

Penny :

"Friends."

"Friends."

There wasn't much to say.

Penny immediately knew that you were trustworthy and didn't waste any time befriending you.

But, what was even funnier was that he perfectly knew Russian and when you were alone—he would often start talking to you in Russian just for the fun of it.

He found the language funny and liked the way it made his tongue feel weird.

But, Penny is also a mind reader. And he would sometimes make sure to creep the others out by finishing your sentences for you.

So, you would sometimes start shouting in Russian and he would loom over you from behind and start repeating your sentences word for word for dramatic effect—or support you.

You *after seeing Jason and Freddy fight for the third time this week* : "Сколько раз у нас должен быть этот разговор, пока ты не поймешь, что нужно себя вести ?! Ты хоть представляешь, как мне грустно видеть, как вы все время ссоритесь ?! (How many times do we have to have this conversation until you figure out how to behave ?! Do you have any idea how sad it makes me to see you guys fighting all the time ?!)

Penny *behind you and giggling maniacally* : "Идиоты (Idiots...)"

Esther and Five Hargreeves :

You were about to ask Five and Esther to go to sleep when you barely managed to miss a bullet coming from their room.

You sighed.

"Children...What did I say about firearms indoors ? What is the meaning of this mutiny ?", you asked before entering their room and found them with angelic smiles on their faces.

Esther : "Well...we concerted between ourselves, and came to the conclusion that—as adults—we should no longer have a bed time."

You *sigh again and pinch the bridge of your nose tiredly* : "Bed time is for children and adults alike. I have a bed time too. And I cannot go to sleep until I know that you are in bed."

Five *chuckles* : "Too bad..We're not going to bed tonight."

"Дети", you tutted in fake disappointment—hiding your smile. "...Do we really have to do this every night ?"

Esther giggled and Five smiled darkly.

Esther *gets out knives* : "Don't tell us you don't like it."

Five *pulls out the gun he was hiding* : "Besides, you perfectly know we don't like it when people call us children. Gotta remind you somehow."

You *laugh and shake your head before shutting the door behind you with your foot* : "Fine. Let us play for a little."

Needless to say, they eventually got to bed.

[fundieshaderoom]

Duggar Watch at the Twin Reveal

Jim Bob, Michelle, James, Jackson, Johannah, Jordyn, and Josie

John, Abbie, Gracie, and Charlie

Jessa, Ben, Spurgeon, Ivy, Fern, and George

Jinger (via Facetime)

Joy, Austin, Gideon, Evelyn, and Gunner

Joe, Kendra, Brooklyn, and Justus

Lauren

Jedidiah, Katey, Truett, and Nora

Jeremiah, Hannah, Brynley, and Brielle

Gabrielle, Andrew, Riley, Colton, and Denver Patton

Lauren Nakatsu

Kimberly Flanigan (Nakatsu)

Elijah Kaneshiro

Esther and Kenna Bates

Alaythia Wissmann

Jim Bob also confirms they currently have 16 grandsons and 17 granddaughters which matches to the current count. So no secret babies from Joe and Josiah have been born yet!