#ok but i love how like all my requests for vincent are like this lol

[kiss-theggoat]

Ok okay okay- I’m back and I just have to pitch this idea to you. Don’t feel like you need to write anything for it but I just need to slide this over to you. House of Wax setting again lol- okay so the clothes and outfits- the boys have a lot already from their previous victims. But sometimes they want something a bit different for an exhibit. Enter the S/O. Who’s sitting in the garage with Bo, sowing outfits together for Vincent’s new figures. She can’t be in the basement with Vincent since she needs proper light- but can’t be completely alone since the boys are still, even after years, unsure if she’ll try to leave.

So She’s just there, tongue sticking out as she thoughtfully sows glass beads onto a dress. And if any victims walk through the garage, and ask why she’s sowing in here or what she sowing- she’ll say;

“Oh its clothing for the museum”

“Oh I’m working on one of the girls prom dresses.”

“Oh, one of the old men in town ripped his pants again.”

“I just enjoy the company and music.”

She’s also always repairing the boy's clothes when stuff… happens (cough cough knife and chasing)

Angrily sitting there, sowing up Bo’s shirt and lecturing him. “I just re-did this Bo! Now I have to pause my work on the gown for Vincent.”

-🪴🖤

A/N: Hi hi hi 🪴🖤!! Thanks so much for the request and I love the idea! It’s so cute to think of one of the boys coming up with some clothes that need mending. Anyways, on with the one shot!

The Sinclair Seamstress

Sinclair Brothers One Shot

Summary: You find yourself as the personal seamstress for the Sinclair brothers.

TW: none 🖤

The radio was quiet, filling the kitchen with a soft melody which you hummed along to. You were hard at work at breakfast for the Sinclair brothers, whom you’d become very close to in your year in Ambrose. The toaster popped up beside you, and you held the pan that contained almost nine eggs worth of cheese covered scramble. You’d filled the house with an amazing aroma, mixing cheese and eggs and bacon, and onions in half because Bo and Lester liked onions and Vincent and you didn’t. You smiled as you grabbed the toast, now having two pieces for each of you. You placed the carefully on the plate and then buttered them all before putting the egg scramble between the two pieces, along with three pieces of fresh, crispy bacon.

“Somethin’ smells good.” You heard Bo’s raspy morning voice and it filled your chest with warm honey, making you turn around with his plate in your hands like a little kid presenting a handmade gift.

“Breakfast!” You said happily, setting his plate down where he usually sat, at the head of the table. “Sit.” You said, walking towards the fridge. You wanted to grab out the gallon of orange juice you’d gone so far to buy, but you knew that he’d hound you for a beer, so you skipped the hassle and grabbed one for him. You popped the cap off and set it besides his breakfast. Bo looked up at you with a quaint lopsided smile, which you knew meant he was pleased.

Before you could ask what he had planned for the day, you heard the creaking of the steps and whipped around to see Lester, sliding his loose old button up over one arm. As he moved, you noticed the huge hole near the armpit seam of the shirt.

“Lester, you can’t wear that. It’s falling apart.” You scolded and walked towards him, fingers finding the tear and tracing it.

Lester sighed, “Well I ain’t got another shirt today. It’s fine.”

“I can fix it for you before you leave. Do you have a sewing kit?”

Lester gave you a look with one eyebrow up. “You can sew?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I used to make my own clothes and stuff. It’s a really easy fix, no time at all.”

“…Well alright. I’m sure we got some sewin’ stuff somewhere.”

And this conversation was how you became a personal seamstress for the Sinclair brothers. You never thought you’d be in this position, living with three men in a town of wax and making clothes for their sculptures. But, here you sat, red fabric draping over your legs as you moved closer to the seams you were sewing. The only downside to this was that they didn’t own a sewing machine, so everything you made had to be by hand. This definitely simplified yours and Vincent’s designs, but you made it work.

The dress you were working on now was for a pretty blonde girl in a classy red cocktail dress. You were excited about the fitted bodice and the slight flare of the knee length skirt. Vincent was particular about this dress, and the girl that was about to become wax didn’t have anything that fit that vision.

You hummed to yourself as you sewed, enjoying the pace of the activity and the feeling of the fabric under your fingers. You were sequestered to your room in the house, locked, because the boys were dealing with a new group in town. But it was already close to two in the morning, so you decided that you’d stay in your room until sunrise and then you’d go out and look for them.

That concern and worry was quickly flushed away by the sound of the front door slamming shut and familiar big boots stomping up the stairs. You ran up to the door and unlocked it, seeing a sweaty but thankfully not injured Bo.

“Oh thank god.” You said, practically tackling him with your arms around his neck. “You scared the shit out of me, Bo.” You whispered. “Where are Lester and Vincent?”

“They’re alright. They’re in the workshop.”

You pulled away from him and nodded, sighing a breath of relief. As you stared at him, subconsciously scanning for injuries and blood like you were used to, you noticed a giant hole through your perfect sewing.

You reached forward and touched the edges of the tear. “Dammit Bo, I just fixed this! You guys can never keep your clothes in shape.”

“Not exactly my fault, darlin’.”

“Take it off. I already have my stuff out.” You grumbled, moving back towards your chair and moving the dress onto your bed.

“We’re gonna have to tell Vincent that this dress is gonna take longer now because I have to fix your shirt for the ninth time. And he also wants me to make a pair of pants for another sculpture, but-“

“You don’t have to fix it, doll.”

“Take your shirt off, Bo.”

Bo slid his button up off and handed it over to you with a sly smile on his face, chuckling a bit at the fact you were so perturbed at the hole in his shirt. You grabbed his shirt and finally your supplies, sitting back down in your chair to begin sewing.

Just then, you heard more footsteps clunk up the stairs. You looked up from your needle to see Vincent and Lester. And even though you were relieved that they were okay, the stack of drawings in Vincent’s hand, surely new clothes for his new sculptures, made you anything but happy.

[meat-husband]

SFW Vincent and a fem so that he’s kidnapped??? Does he have to hide her or how does she react to him?

Thank u for requesting my wax boy!! This is sort of the original version of this post, but I liked it enough to finish them both apparently Vincent gives off stalker vibes lol

Your eyes open slowly, still heavy with sleep and fatigue, but there’s not much to see once you do. The room is dimly lit, only vague shapes somewhere in the distance that you can’t make out, and what you can see is blurry, filtered through your unfocused eyes. The rest of your body is still numb with sleep and so far all you can feel is the heavy weight of your eyelids, drooping back down as you contemplate closing them and drifting off again.

Each time you woke up, groggy and confused, you didn’t stay that way for long. These brief glimpses of consciousness were dizzying and your head already hurt, so you allowed your eyes to close again. You didn’t know what you had been hit with, but the pain hadn’t gone away yet, a deep, swollen throbbing over your temple and behind your eyes. There is a tender spot there and you suspect that it’s covered in a nasty bruise, but there is no way to see if you’re correct.

You’ve been here for days. Maybe even weeks, but the first few days were a blur, and even now you have no reliable way to know what time of day it is. There are no windows here, no natural light, but you can guess that it has been around two weeks spent on a little cot in the corner of a dark basement. They feed you once a day, or at least you think so, and you have counted eleven meals, plus however long it was before you woke up for the first time. Thinking of food only reminds you of the dry weight of your tongue, heavy in your mouth - it has been hours since your last taste of water, perhaps longer.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you try to focus your vision. Even with clear eyes, the room is dark, but it looks empty, flickering light showing you only shelves and tables, a worn chair pushed up next to a pile of loose papers. That’s where your captor had been before, but the glimpses you took now didn’t show him anywhere. He was lingering nearby, he always was, so you breathe carefully, stealing short peeks through your lashes. The room is dim enough that you can’t see clearly to the other side, so you remain still, waiting.

You are getting tired, though. The small amount of food and water you’ve been given hasn’t been enough to sate you - they’re just keeping you alive, giving you the bare minimum and each day only makes you weaker. There were no solid memories of your first few hours here, but you must have fought, the aches and bruises you had woken to told you that much. You wanted to keep fighting, but the tremble in your arms and spinning of your head when you sat up made you think that submission was the best option for now. Not forever, you told yourself, you were just going to bide your time, and one day you would have the opportunity you needed to get out.

There is a noise, a quiet shuffling from somewhere across the room. You stiffen in place, closing your eyes to keep up the facade of sleep even as the sounds grow closer. His steps are heavy, muffled in a way that makes you think he’s trying to be quiet, trying to step softly. A throbbing pulse starts up in your veins, heart beating faster in apprehension, and you hope he won’t notice the tension in your body. It’s probably meal time, the hunger in your stomach tells you, and you waver between fear and need. You’re afraid of him, of both of them, but they’re your only source of food and water.

You nearly jump when you risk the next peek through your lashes. The dim golden light of the room is behind him, a figure looming over the little corner you occupy made into a silhouette by the flickering candles. The darkness hides his features, but you know which one it is - only one of them ever comes down here, tending to you in between long vigils spent hunched over the tables, working at some task that you hadn’t yet figured out.

A hand hovers over you, as if he’s thinking of shaking you awake, but it never descends. Instead, he pulls it back, curling long fingers into the fabric over his chest.

“Wake up.”

His voice is quiet, raspy and unused, and you’ve never heard him say more than a word or two at a time. It sounds labored, like it takes some effort to get out the words he does say, but they’re perfectly clear despite the shortness.

You don’t try to keep pretending. The pain in your stomach can’t be ignored, you desperately want something to eat, so you open your eyes fully, looking straight ahead rather than up at the man standing over you. Your arms still shake when you push yourself up, and his hand is back, hovering over your shoulder as if to help, but you make it up on your own with only a little trouble.

A thick chain pools in your lap as you sit up, the padlock at your neck bouncing against the protruding bones at your collar. You wince and the weight of it is uncomfortable, but your hands are tied at your waist, so you can’t adjust the makeshift leash and collar. The length of it follows your legs down to the end of the cot, the metal cold against your skin, wrapping around the leg of the bed.

You wobble a little bit but stay upright, looking up expectantly, but a swoop of fear rolls through your stomach when you notice that there is no food. He’s holding a bottle, the same one he’s always brought you water in, but this change in the routine unsettles you. You’ve never been offered water outside of mealtimes, and unless they’re going to start withholding food now, you’ve never had a meal that was only water.

He holds up the bottle, shaking it back and forth, and although you’re uneasy, the slosh of liquid makes your dry mouth ache. You watch him unscrew the plastic lid, but you don’t open your mouth when he tries to press the bottle to your lips. Something is going on and you don’t want to be caught off guard.

“Thirsty?”

Your heart skips at the unexpected question and you look up, away from the water, meeting his gaze for half a second. You don’t hold it for long, forcing your eyes back to the floor and shaking your head. You’re dehydrated and tired, but you aren’t drinking that water no matter how much you want it.

He presses it to your mouth again, prying your bottom lip open with the rim of the bottle, but you jerk away. A small splash of water hits your chin, dripping into your lap, but you fight against the urge to lick the wetness from your lips.

“Drink.”

“I don’t want it.”

Your own voice is nearly as broken as his, dry and coarse. It hurts to speak, your throat seizing up and a cough builds, but you choke it back down.

He seems confused by your refusal. You’ve never turned down water before, and clearly you need it, but you keep your mouth shut and eyes down. He prods you with the mouth of the bottle a few more times, making insistent little noises, but you turn your head away.

A big hand grasps your face and you jolt, fighting to pull out of his grasp. Strong fingers dig into the flesh of your jaw, biting into you, and the bruised side of your face throbs again. He pulls at your bottom lip with a thumb, held still while he tilts the bottle to your mouth again. Soft noises, coos and shushes, come from him in an attempt to calm you, but the hard grip on your face makes you panic. Your hands, tied at your waist and unable to reach out of your lap, twist and pull at their bonds, rattling the chain.

“I’ll drink,” you gasp out, twisting your neck to get away. “Let me go, I’ll drink it, just don’t make me.”

You’re surprised when he does let go, and your head tilts and turns for a moment longer to escape the hand that isn’t there anymore. It throws you off balance, your chained hands too slow, and you go down, laying on your side and propped up on a wobbly elbow. You breathe heavily for a moment, watching him loom over you, but he makes no move to force the bottle back to your mouth.

You look at the bottle, and the brief taste of water you had gotten earlier makes you crave it all the more. The taste is always strange, more earthy and metallic than you expected, but it was a natural taste, not something tampered with. Maybe he’s trying to drug you, maybe not, but either way you know you’ve got to get it over with.

“I’ll drink it.” You repeat.

You’re too tired to sit back up so you stay where you are, watching with half lidded eyes as he offers the water again. Despite your protests earlier, you drink eagerly, gulping down the metallic taste and relishing the feeling of it soothing your throat. It drips down your chin, sliding down your neck and soaking into the dirty collar of your shirt, but you don’t care.

You watch the bottle in front of you empty, much faster than you want it to, but it feels so good to finally get something to drink. Food would have been good too, something heavier to push away the hunger in your belly, but you’re not going to complain.

Your eyes open when the bottle is pulled away from you, though you don’t remember closing them. Maybe it was drugged after all, because you’re feeling the exhaustion hit you now, making your limbs heavy. A hand on the back of your head pushes you gently down until your head lays on the mattress, long fingers digging into your hair and staying there. He doesn’t move even once you’ve settled down, bent at the waist to keep his palm pressed to your skull.

Your eyes are heavy again, but you keep them half open, peeking at him from the corners. You aren’t sure what he looks like, besides the long hair and messy clothes, but you supposed there was probably a reason he wore the ugly mask. It was just lifelike enough to give you an uncanny feeling of unease, and the right eye was always ominously dark and blank. He was tall, much taller than you, and bulky. You wouldn’t have been able to stand up to him even if you weren’t half starved.

“Better? Good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter in reply, feeling the weight of his hand shift as he slowly strokes your hair. “Good.”

[sunshineyuuji]

Surprising Facts (pt.2)

IkeVamp suitors with an s/o who randomly says interesting facts (pt.2)

Characters: Vlad, Theodorus Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh

Warnings: first grade English (lol), ooc suitors?, gn!reader/fem!reader

Notes: Guys, I got another request OMG! I'm jumping like a child who sees something they like (／⩾ ω＼). So @vanadeyeira asked me if I could make this prompt with Vlad, Theo, and Vicent and who am I to deny? So here I am writing this at 5:30 am (Nov 16) and God knows when I'll finish lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoy! (Update: I finished this today at 10:00 am lol)

Vlad

Vlad has been alive for centuries, darling, so he knows quite a lot.

But like Le Comte, he's not fully aware of things from the modern era so you might as well surprise him with "modern" facts.

"The Vatican City is the smallest country in the world."

"Vatican City?"

"You'll know in... a few years, hehe."

He's not surprised you know so much. Actually, he's happy!

Just... try to keep the creepy facts for yourself.

"There are around 150 bodies of dead hikers on Mount Everest and they're used as landmarks."

"Interesting way to use a body..."

Could gladly hear you all day telling him random facts and also explaining. He just loves listening to you.

Especially when talking about flowers.

"Is this... a gardenia?" You asked, looking at the flowers Vlad gifted you.

"It sure is." Vlad smiled at you.

You looked at the flowers with a smile and carefully picked them up.

"Did you know that gardenias mean love, purity, and refinement?"

Vlad chuckled softly and kissed your hand.

"I do, that's why I chose to gift you them."

Theodorus Van Gogh

"Did you know women can lactate without being pregnant?"

"You're getting on my last nerve, hondje."

Now what's with the random information?

Why are you telling him that? He didn't ask, so why are you telling him?

He doesn't get annoyed over the fact you know stuff, he's annoyed because you say it out of nowhere and he can't expect what you'll say.

“Did you know that buttermilk doesn’t contain any butter?”

“Ok, that’s it. Get out.”

There was a period of time where you stopped telling him the random information you know.

He got genuinely worried and rushed into your room.

You explained it was because you knew it annoyed him so you decided to stop.

“...You’re way too silly, hondje.”

It may catch him off guard, but it’s you who’s telling him. How can he say no to you?

Even if he says it annoys him, he secretly hears and tries to remember everything you say.

Vincent Van Gogh

"You know, neuroscientists say that love is as strong as illegal drugs."

"Oh? Well then, guess I'm always high for you."

He either chuckles or asks more about what you're talking about.

Loves hearing you talk. That little sparkle in your eyes and the excitement you have when explaining is adorable to him.

Though he's always interested in what you say, he shows way more interest when you talk to him about art facts.

"Apparently, studying and pursuing art is closely linked to improved reading and math skills."

"Huh, really? That sure is interesting... I wonder how people associate reading and math with art."

Getting a little more romantic, he sits you on his lap while you continue to tell him about random things you know about art and other stuff.

"I could listen to you all day, sunshine. I can never get bored when I'm around you."

[the-slasher-madame]

If you're still doing requests: What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol) Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially? (I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)

HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.

CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!

Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.

I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).

Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--

Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say

Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).

I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.

Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever. 

I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks

Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding. 

While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D

Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333

[mehidktbh]

ok ok if you want

Bo (or all the Sinclairs lol) with an afab s/o who gets insulted/made fun of because of cellulite and stretch marks on her legs? or arm flab? or not being shaved (legs and arm pits)? or all of it?

some city boy just acting all disgusted by leg hair lmao

my issue is that I always come up with even more ideas when writing my request, my main idea was about cellulite aaaaaa

A/N: Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! I love this one! Thanks, sm for requesting! :)

Warning: Reader being made fun of, bullying, reader being insecure and mentions killing and violence

BO SINCLAIR:

- Bo would definitely be angry when he finds out what those people said to you. He would definitely stop what he was doing and handle those people right away. If they weren't already dead by Vincent

- He'll make sure they get what they deserve, rather that could be killing them on the spot out of anger. Or instead, he'd take them down to the basement and torture them for as long as he liked. He would also let you watch and interact if you wanted, he'll watch from the corner and probably cheer you on.

- But if that's not your thing don't worry Bo doesn't mind, it's not like he'd want them to see you anyway after what they did. He'd gladly go up to the house and give you all the sweet time you want with him.

- Speaking of that, this is the only time he'd probably be vulnerable to you and sweet towards you. He'd coat you in nothing but sweet words and praises as he gently touches and rubs your skin.

- If you want some alone time he's more than happy to give you that. Just call him anytime you want and he'll be coming back to you with a glass of water in hand and ready to fetch or do anything you'd like.

- He's also open to you wanting to cuddle or watching something. While Bo normally doesn't like breaking routine most days he'll only break it when he has to. And you surely are an expectation.

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

- Aw...

- This man would be all lovey-dovey towards you <3

- He would understand what it's like to be hated and insecure. So when you finally admit that those people earlier he is all mad and angry towards them. He'll be more than happy to kill them for you if you want :)

- When Bo finally hands over the bodies to Vincent he'll do whatever you want to them. He'll make sure that there tossed and thrown away to the pit first thing tomorrow and therefore never seen or talked about again.

- Through just like Bo, Vincent would also be more than happy to give you snuggles and cuddles. Do you just want to lay in bed all day? Of course, he'll be there laying next to you. And then when you wake up Vincent would have already prepared you a nice meal, he doesn't care what you look like or your body he just wants you to eat.

- Vincent would also cheer you up by drawing sketches and pictures of you. Like just little doddles of you probably laying down or standing up in a field of flowers or something. ❤️

LESTER SINCLAIR:

- Lester would be calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. He would hate for you (this precious angel) To be hurt by some other low life losers. He'd constantly tell you how much he loves you and he would show it too.

- He'll maybe have to deal with them someplace private or instead let Bo and Vincent handle them. Maybe by him telling them what they did But overall he just wants you to forget about them as soon as possible and just focus on how stunning you are.

- He'd kiss you and tell you all these things about you. How much he loves you and how much wants you, all while trailing his hands up and down your body.

- He'll also do anything you want, such as running a bath or going out maybe. Want to watch TV? Of course! Want to go out maybe? Yes, he'd do it all for you!!

- This man would worship the ground you walk on. He'd also worship you. If you know what I mean...

[wanderbreadsworld]

ok ok so. requests. I have so many thoughts it's hard to settle on one but for now - how would they (whoever you want, rn really week for all the Sinclairs, but also love Tommyband Mikey so 🤷🏼‍♀️) react to a s/o who is a sex-positive asexual? that's the easy version at least lmao.

more difficult would be an aceflux s/o - to me that means fluctuating between being sex-positive, indifferent, or repulsed (and, as is the nature of asexuality, this has nothing to do with the partner).

I could imagine Vincent would probably be the one to best understand different forms of attraction cause he probably isn't sexually attracted to (all) the victims, but might be aesthetically attracted?

sorry if this is too complicated 😅

I'm gonna do something I've done before, and do a short little blurb for each Sinclair brother, because they all deserve so much. And like my many other works, not proofread lol. This is on the fluffier side, hope that's okay. I hope it's what you wanted and you enjoy it ❤

!!!Warning!!!: mention of the Sinclair brothers' parents arguing (domestic disputes, and implied coercion if you think hard about it. They were abusive to Bo, and I wouldn't doubt toxic to each other as well. But that's my own headcanon))

Bo: It may take a little explaining, but Bo would understand. He's not hypersexual, but he has a decently high drive. But he would be more than patient to let you come to him unless you tell him otherwise. Despite his playboy facade he puts on, he would never push you for sex or hurt you. And if the person he loves fluctuates between loving and hating sex, or wanting hugs instead, then he's more than happy to oblige. In his own words, "I never wanna hurt ya darlin'."

Vincent: You're correct. Vincent does understand the best. He 100% feeds off of whatever sexual energy you give off. If that's none? He's down for kisses and cuddling. If it's a lot? Vincent is more than happy to indulge in your desires. That man understands the best out of his brothers what you mean and want. Vincent knows you love him, and is the most secure out of his brothers with that knowledge.

Lester: Lester is both in between his brothers, and yet different. He would never pressure you to do anything, and would happily give up sex completely if that's what you wanted. It's just, living such a sheltered life, and being ignored by his own parents, he obviously doesn't have the best grasp on good relationships. Some of his first thoughts are things like 'But, isn't sex important? Bo always snuck out with girls, and Ma and Pa always argued about it, like they did everything'. Lester just needs a gentle touch and firm reminder that he's nothing like his parents. Whether it's sexual or not, he's more than happy to give you what you want <3

[the-slasher-files]

Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕  

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall  

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR      

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately  

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him  

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

[stitcheswashere13]

i saw this prompt on AO3 "Did you three have a sister?" You ask shyly. Lester clenches his jaw and swallows hard. "I saw that there were four of you, in the pictures." if you wanna do it <33

This right here- Ty! For the request btw! Ok so- im basing this right after ofc this request and a fun fact on the movie- The fun fact on the movie was that there was going to be 4 kids instead of 3, but they changed it to 3 kids, and if im not mistaking the 4th kid that they took out was a girl, So I'm basing it off of these two things- And Woo! first semi- angst post! and again ty for my first request! sorry i didnt get to this sooner lol!

Ok! time for the story!

“The fourth kid”

Warnings! Mentions of death, Kinda sad, A couple dark-ish humor jokes. Thats all i can think of-. Around 450 words.

*y/n looking at an old picture book* “Hey- uh- Did you three have a sister? Or Another sibling?” you look over at the men to see Lester clenching his jaw and swallowing hard. “ well, what makes you think there was another one of us?” you pick up a photo and lift it up to show Lester “well, i saw that there was 4 of you, in the photos” Bo slowly leans in to take a look at the photo as he softly whispers “oh, Lester you can tell them, me and Vince dont mind” you look over at Vincent  to see him nodding as he very quietly says “its fine”.  You look at Lester tilting your head slightly until he starts to quietly speak “There was a fourth one of us, our sister, she was a bit- how do I put this... Extra” You were about to say sorry for asking about her until he started up again “ She died by being stabbed by one of our victims, Bo brought them in the house gave one for me to kill, gave on to Vincent and kept one for himself and our sister, what we didn’t know what that there was a fourth person who somehow manged to sneak in, find a weapon. Our sister went out as a distraction,  and as soon as they figured out she was with us, they stabbed her in the heart. This is why everyone is a bit more overprotective than how we used to be.” Lester finishes “Guys, im so sorry-” “ Its ok” bo soon says “she is in a better place.... most likely beating the living shit out of the person who killed her with her shoe, She did that to me twice.” Everyone in the room giggled a bit at the comment “yeah, she was a wild fire” Lester chuckled a bit  at his comment to lighten the gloomy mood.  Vincent then grabbed down an old necklace and leaned over to Bo and Lester and whispered something. You see Bo smirk and say “Hey Y/n, come here for a second and turn around.” You follow Bo’s Directions, and as you do you feel Vincent putting the necklace on you. “Oh! Thank you! What's this?” You look at Bo, when he starts to speak “well it was her necklace, and you two are quite alike, and now that you know about her, we thought she would want you to wear it.” You smile at Bo’s words as you begin to thank them again. You soon hear Lester  (trying to lighten the mood) Yell “LAST PERSON OUTSIDE GETS PUSHED IN THE POND!”  And you all began to run outside.

End Note!  

Yeah I tried to lighten the sad mood a bit, Again, Thank you so much for the request, speaking of request they are open, And Thank you guys for all the likes and follows! Sorry for this being short,  Check out my pinned post to see who I write for and what stories i have written! and Have a Lovely Day! 

[chocolate-parfait]

Ok weird request if it’s to hard don’t do it scenario fluff where Theo/Mc have a newborn baby and how Theo is like like um he takes care of the baby by himself for the day this is so weird I’m sorry if it’s to hard u don’t gotta do it LOL

Not weird at all! I hope you like it, I felt very soft when writing this ;u;

Also imagine this: Theo has to take care of something but he's holding the baby. Arthur is the only person around but he doesn't wanna see the smug grin on his face when he's holding HIS child. Begrudgingly, he passes them to his bestie saying "You may hold the child. Once." idk it made me smile

also reference to than one meme that went "you may spank it, once."

A father's heart - Ikemen Vampire (Theo)

Sitting on the velvet armchair in the stillness of a spring afternoon, Theo held his beloved bundle of happiness with his arm, lulling it up and down, chasing away any possible disturbance from their sleep. Softly humming an old nursery song that stayed with him throughout his childhood, he gazed attentively at the small face laying on his chest, memorizing every small detail with a love and care he reserved for particularly beautiful paintings only. The baby's eyes were now closed, a peaceful expression on their face, but when they were open, there was always a bright spark of inquisitiveness, and they looked around with great curiosity; many had told him that they were of the same sky blue as his own, and whenever such comments emerged during conversations, they'd go straight to his chest, filling it with pride and joy. To his biggest dismay, he was no artist and had no talent for art, but he firmly believed that this was the greatest creation he could ever achieve, even in a thousand lifetimes. No masterpiece could compare to the feeling of holding his own child between his arms; it was the creation of your love, a mixture of you and him, yet completely original and unique on its own.

As he lazily swam through such pleasing considerations, a wide smile forming on his lips unbeknownst to him, a small hand reached up to grab his collar, half-opened blue irises trying to get used to the cozy light permeating the parlor. A small whine, then another, slightly louder than the previous broke the still atmosphere.

“Feeding time, already? Let's go get you some milk then, little one.” Sitting up, Theo strolled out of the warm room, walking downstairs towards the kitchen. Passing by the dining room, he met the local pianist's grimace with a glare of his own. Yes, the baby was crying. Yes, he knew how much Mozart disliked loud and annoying sounds. BUT! They were his baby angel's, and as such, he accepted no manifestation of displeasure around the child. Even when their diaper was full of smelly excretions or their throat sore from crying out loud the whole night, they still were one of the best things that had ever happened in his life; alongside you and Vincent, obviously.

After finally reaching the kitchen counter, Theo skillfully prepared the feeding bottle (one of the many gifts from Comte's trips to the future) and turned on the stove to heat the milk. As he waited for everything to get ready, he took out a pacifier from his breast pocket, and offered it to the baby, in the hopes of distracting them for a couple minutes. In the meantime, the art dealer's best friend and worst nightmare stepped into the small room, eyes full of mischief like usual.

“Who do we have here, the inseparable duo! Already having some attachment issues, are we?” Despite being met with just a grunt, Arthur kept his Cheshire grin in place and moved closer, cooing in delight as a joyful giggle came from the small creature. “How can you treat me so coldly, when even your own newborn adores me so much?～” When, after saying such words, Arthur spread his arms as if inviting the child to escape their own father's embrace, Theo turned the other way, looking even more annoyed than before. “There's no way in hell I would be giving YOU my kid of all people. You'll probably drop them.”Another giggle from the infant. “What kind of criminal are you trying to paint me as!”

As their banter went on, gradually louder than the previous whines that had disturbed Mozart so much, the art dealer swiftly poured the warm milk inside the bottle, letting it cool down a bit before sitting down in the dining room, Arthur following suit behind him. Any complaint and half insult that was flying in the air before, completely quieted down as both men's attention caught sight of the newborn calmly drinking. As the bundle's small hands gripped the bottle, Theo lost himself in the sight before him. Seeing the baby alive, safe, and contentedly drinking the milk like a starved man made him realize once more how lucky he had gotten in this second life of his.

“Theo.”

Thinking back, if you hadn't stepped in and convinced him not to throw his life away for revenge then he, you and your child wouldn't be here.

“...Theo!” The man immediately snapped out of his thoughts when his friend snatched the bottle away from him. “You're feeding them too much! Also, you have to...” Immediately understanding what needed to be done, Theo gently held them upwards and rubbed their back, waiting for the cause of discomfort to disappear before finishing the bottle feeding session, ignoring the other's teasing look.

Parting ways from the English writer, the chestnut-haired vampire took his dozing infant to the nursery, lovingly tucking them in their white cradle. After doing so, he did not immediately go away, instead remaining there by their side, gazing at them with a peace and quiet that would trick one into thinking that his aquamarine eyes were his brother's instead of his own. As he smirked at the realization of how uncharacteristic this tenderness was of him, gaze focused on the baby's sleeping face, he felt a pair of arms sneak around his waist, hugging his body in a tight embrace. Immediately recognizing your gesture, Theo turned around and held you back, closer still. You had barely been out for a couple hours, and yet he had missed you so dearly. The family would never be complete without you.

Carefully tucking those thoughts at the back of his mind, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Had fun in town today?”

“Surely not as much as you did. You look so relaxed, darling. That loving expression, it suits you.”

“It's all thanks to you, liefste”

[ikeromantic]

Ikemen vampire theo x mc where theo and MC become parents and theo has to take care of the baby for a day by himself? LOL if it’s to hard u don’t gotta do it idk if I requested this before lol

Day 26 of Ikemektober!

I haven’t read all of Theo’s route yet, so I don’t know how accurate to character this is - but I hope you enjoy ^_^  Approx. 1800 words of baby filled fluffiness for the ask.

Theo snuggled to his precious hondje despite the insistent sunlight streaming in the windows. She was soft and warm, and it felt good to have her nestled against his chest. If fate allowed, he might have stayed right where he was until Sebas announced lunch. But late morning weren’t for parents.

As if on cue, the twins began to cry. Anna was breathy and quiet, but her sister Akari made up for that in spades. Her cry was demanding and loud, and there was no way to ignore it. Not even for five more minutes in bed with his lovely wife. 

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Oh - oh, my babies. I’m coming, coming . . .”

Theodorus watched her stumbled from the room, half asleep. She was exhausted since they’d had the twins. It was a lot of work, even with helpful uncles in the manor. 

He watched her shuffle back from the nursery, a baby in each arm. They had their mother’s dark, straight hair and their daddy’s big blue eyes. A deadly combination. Theo scooped Akari up and bounced her in his arms. She stopped crying as soon as he held her. 

“Ah, papa has the magic touch, hm?” His wife smiled at him. “I don’t think they’re even hungry. They just wanted company.” Anna was settled too, happy to be held. The four of them ended up laid out in bed, the two babies in the middle with their mom and dad on the sides. 

Hondje was falling asleep already, with long, slow blinks. Theo felt bad for her shouldering so much of the work with the babies. He wanted to help out - he just wasn’t sure what one did with a baby. They were terribly fragile things. 

As if to illustrate his point, Akari wrapped her tiny hand around his finger and started chewing on it. Her mouth was small and pink and it tickled a little. 

“Trying to eat me up, eh?” He laughed quietly. Maybe he could try to give his beauty a break today. Let her sleep in, take a long hot bath, eat pancakes in blessed silence . . . all things neither of them had done since the babies were born.

All he had to do was take care of these two feisty little ones for a few hours. Surely . . . surely that couldn’t be too hard. 

Theo slipped out of bed, silent as a cat. He carefully lifted Anna and Akari and took them for a chat with Vincent.

“So what I want to do is take care of them all today - but, what do you do with a baby, broer?”

Vincent tickled Anna’s tummy, fascinated by her smiles. He didn’t look up as he replied. “Well, if you want her to have peace and quiet, you should take them out someplace.”

“Like a gallery or a cafe?” Theo tried to imagine it. All he could picture was Akari and Anna trying to eat random items and crying a lot. 

“No. Someplace they can just . . . be babies. Maybe take them for a picnic?” Vincent finally looked up. 

“A baby picnic? I guess that could work.” They would stay on the blanket, safe and sound, and well out of their mother’s hair. 

“Perfect. Why don’t you get them dressed and I’ll meet you out front with some picnic supplies.” Vincent smiled widely.

“Are you coming with us?”

“Of course! I can’t miss a chance to dote on my sweet nieces.” 

Theo carried the babies out. At eight months, they were getting a little heavy but they were still too small to walk. He didn’t mind the weight but he wished they wouldn’t wiggle a kick so much.

It took Theodorus almost an hour to get the little ones bundled up for an autumn day. Long sleeve dresses and little warm leggings courtesy many shopping trips with Comte, mittens and boots from Arthur and Dazai, and a red scarf for Akari, and a yellow one for Anna. He topped it off with little knit caps shaped like an apple and a pumpkin. The hats and scarves were handmade by Sebas. He’d taken to knitting cute accessories for the girls in his spare time, and seemed to really enjoy seeing the twins wear his creations.

“Why do my babies look like they’re part of a harvest festival?”

Theo turned to see his beauty in the doorway, making puppy eyes at him. “Mijn knabbel, I was going to surprise you with a day to yourself.” He felt ridiculous having to tell her about it. Couldn’t she see what he was doing? 

She crossed the room and put a kiss on his cheek before he could say anything else. “Thank you, love.” 

The look in her eye made him go warm inside, like a summer breeze. It reminded him of all the reasons he loved her. “Just go back to bed, hondje. You look tired.”

“Mmm, I will. I want to be rested up when you get back.”

“Oh?” And now Theo knew he had something to look forward to. He gave her a quick goodbye kiss and took the squirming babies to the front entry.

Vincent was waiting for him with a double carriage for the babies and a big basket of goodies. He also had a blanket for the ground, a spare one for the babies in case they were cold. “Are you ready to go?”

“I think so. They’re dressed and wiggly.” Theo laughed, setting the babies in the carriage. He looked at the basket on his brother’s arm. “Did you bring something for them to eat?”

“I did. Sebas made up a special pancake and berry blend and put it in little jars. They will love it.” Vincent grinned. “I’m hoping to sketch them today. They are almost a year old and I haven’t managed to get a single good painting of either of them.”

“They move too much.” Theo gave the babies a mock stern look. “You have to hold still for mijn broer when he’s painting you.”

Anna and Akari gurgled at him in response, completely unrepentant. 

The brothers took the babies out to Vincent’s favorite flower meadow. They laid the blanket under a tree and set the babies down on it. Anna sat where her papa put her, but Akari pushed herself up on all-fours and wobbled toward a pile of fallen leaves. 

Theo scooped her up just before she got there. “Think you can escape little one?”

She started to cry, an angry, helpless sound. 

Vincent put his hands to his ears. “Can’t you let her play in the leaves? It wouldn’t hurt anything. We used to play in leaf piles all the time.”

“Yes but -” Theo wasn’t sure how to put it into words. It was different when it was your baby. You worried more. About all kinds of things. Still, his brother was probably right. 

“Ok, ok,” he told Akari, and set her down on the blanket. She immediately stopped crying and went for the leaves again. “Just don’t eat them - please?” 

Vincent laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you plead like that. Being a father has changed you.” 

Theo shrugged. His brother was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. The two of them watched the babies crawl over and under the leaves, picking up the bright red and yellow ones to stare at them in wonder. And occasionally gnaw at them with their little slobbery mouths. 

Gloves, hats, scarves, and booties disappeared through playtime, replaced by dirt and dead leaves. A different sort of fall costume, Theo mused. 

Vincent managed a few quick sketches, but the girls made it hard to catch them in any pose. They had so much energy and everything fascinated them.

Eventually they got tired and let their papa and uncle feed them. Then promptly fell asleep in the baby carriage. 

“I guess that’s our cue to head home,” Vincent sighed. 

Theo nodded and stood up to gather the scattered picnic items. He found the two hats, and the mittens and boots, but the scarves were gone. He tore through the leaf pile and checked under the picnic blanket. They weren’t there. Or in the baby carriage. Or in the basket.

“What’s wrong,” Vincent asked. “Did you drop something?”

“No. Godverdomme. I can’t find the girls’ scarves. They have to be here someplace.” 

“The ones Sebas just gave them to wear for winter?”

“Yes, those.” He shot his brother a look of annoyance that faded the second it landed. It was impossible to be annoyed with Vincent. “Can you help me look for them?”

“I will. I’d hate to see Sebastian’s face if we had to tell him we lost them.”

“Thanks, broer. Helpful.”

“Don’t worry Theo. We’ll find them.” Vincent gave his angelic smile and the two of them tore through the picnic site again. Still no scarves. 

Theo knew they needed to get back soon, but he didn’t want to give up. That just wasn’t his style. “Did you check the grass, Vince?”

“Yes, and I went through the leaf pile again. Lots of red and yellow, nothing knit.”

“And the picnic basket?”

Vincent sighed. “We both looked through it. Unless Akari and Anna managed to stick them in the jam jars, the scarves aren’t in there either.”

Theo popped open the basket and checked the jam jars just in case. With the babies, you could never be sure.

“I think we’ll just have to admit we lost them, Theo. I’m sure Sebas will be alright. The twins got to where them out once at least.”

“Yeah.” Theodorus felt a sudden wave of exhaustion. It had been a very nice day but the ending spoilt it all. 

He and Vincent pushed the baby carriage back to the manor in low spirits. Anna and Akari slept through the whole drama, unaware of the importance of their missing scarves.

Sebastian met them at the door, all smiles. “Did you have a nice day out? Did the girls like their pancakes?” He leaned down to look at the snoozing pups. His smile faltered. “Ah, still not cold enough weather for a scarf?”

Vincent looked over at Theo.

It would be easy to lie right now. Say that’s right, and then the scarves could go missing without it being his fault. But Theodorus wasn’t one to shirk responsibility. Sometimes you had to man up. Admit your faults. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, as he considered how best to break the news.

His fingers brushed something wooly and soft. His eyes widened.

“What is it, broer?”

Theo tugged the soft fluff from his pocket. A scarf. Yellow. And in the other pocket, one red. He grinned at Sebas. “Nah, they took them off while they were playing. I stuck them in my pockets for safe keeping.”

Vincent laughed, relieved. “I wish you could have seen them, Sebastian. They were so cute.”

Sebas smiled. “Well, I’ll have to wait for your next outing.” He gestured upstairs. “I believe your lady is waiting for you?”

Theo grinned. 

Vincent nudged his arm. “Don’t worry, Sebas and I will babysit the rest of tonight.”

He didn’t need anymore encouragement. He bounded upstairs, eager to show the mother of his children how much he appreciated her.

[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

ok im so sorry i messed up this ask, so here ya go @llch1 💚💚💚

Your Slasher Lover Finds Out About Your Secret Identity as a Slasher 🔪🔪🔪 (Michael, Bo, Vincent, and Lester.)

Warnings: Violence

Michael Myers

Surprised, but kinda doesn't care.

Thinks back on past events, finally connects all the dots in his head.

How you manage to stay alert to always notice his stalking presence, why you never reacted to gore, why you never talked about any of your friends and family. You were a criminal too. A convicted murderer.

Low key mad that he didn't figure out sooner.

What is this blood trail.... ? You mean you kill bitches too? Cool.

Never gonna let you join him tho. The Shape works alone.

Also, Halloween is his thing. You can have Thanksgiving or some shit.

Don't give him that look, Y/N, he has a reputation to live up to.

Subtly tries to concince you to switch to a kitchen knife as your primary murder weapon, if it isn't already.

Bo Sinclair

Scuse me what? Haha

Oh lol, that's funny darlin', he'd sure like to see you try.

Thinks you couldn't hurt a fly regardless of your appearance and personality.

When he actually sees you shank a bitch though, he'll be surprised, shocked that you were actually being serious.

Y/N.... His Y/N.... He never knew you could be capable of the terrible shit he does.

But certainly doesn't hold it against you, he may be an asshole, but he's less of a not a hypocrite.

Mr. Bo Simpclair has been activated.

Seeing you slash all those fuckers up with practiced ease turns him on to no end.

*cue shocked heart eyes as he watches blood splatter all over your clothes and face*

*drools*

After, he tries to act like he totally hasn't been simping for the last ten minutes.

"Remember to wipe your drool, honey."

"! .... The fuck you talkin' bout."

*stubbornly walks away, subtly wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he thinks he's out of sight*

You:

Vincent Sinclair

s h o o k e t h

Was he hallucinatig from sleep deprivation, or did his sweet Y/N really just fuck that girl up?

Um--

Shit ok

Call him a hypocrite, but honestly is kinda spooked by it at first.

Finding that out probably sends him down a spiral of existentialism, duration of stay ranging from six minutes to a week.

Don't worry though! Of course he still loves you to death, he just needs to deal with his current existential crisis.

Was that real? What you did? Or was his love actually a figure of his own imagination due to years of loneliness? No. No.

Although he is just the slightest bit sad that you didn't tell him, its totally reasonable, and sweet Vincent is physically unable to be mad at you.

You've always loved and accepted him for who he was, so of course he returns the gesture.

He's also very worried after, asking and talking to you about how you started and why you do it, if there is a reason, who and what hurt you, etc.

If you happen to have a particularly sad backstory, he'll 100% cry while apologizing for everything that has happened to you, as though he were the source of your pain.

When you assure him that nothing that occured in your life before was his fault, he'll just hold you close and tell you he loves you.

Lester Sinclair

This smol bean probably takes it the hardest out of all the boys mentioned.

Of course he know what his brothers do, but it doesn't mean he particularly enjoys taking part in the actual killings.

He's never directly killed someone, and he doesn't ever want to, so the fact that you do is definitely going to baffle him.

He'll respond calmly and with understanding, but he'd feel a little sad.

No no he's not mad at you or disappointed in you, he could never be.

Its just that to him it seems that him and all the people around him has some kind of connection to death, and he honestly is too kind and empathetic for that life.

He wished he were more normal. Have a normal life in a real, populated small town, have you and his brothers at his side, working a decent but humble job. He dreams of interacting with co-workers, local shopkeeps, and neighbors, thinking that if he had those kinds of opportunities, maybe he would be less socially awkward.

Lester doesn't hide his feelings well, so you notice the absence of his jovial manner, and asks him about it respectfully.

He confesses his feelings while apologizing profusely.

The conversation probably ends with you both sobbing into each other's arms.

There @llch1 , sorry it took so long, i keep messing the posting up xD I post on my phone so its very easy for me to click on wrong things :(

I've been busy lately, hence my sloth-paced posting ; _ ; Sorry about that

If you've requested something, don't worry im working on them 💪 keep 'em coming, your requests are inspiring and motivating for me. 💓

Enjoy your weekend🥂

---Zali 🖤

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hello! I really liked your headcannon of the guys seeing their baby for the first time. I didn't see Jean or Theo tho, so can you do them, please? Its really ok if you don't want to, but thank you if you do. Have a nice day 😊

Sorry it’s taken me so long to post again. I’ve been extremely busy on top of fifty other things that I really don’t want to get into. lol. I’m back though so if anyone has any requests please feel free to ask.

Characters: Jean, Theo

Warnings: Birth

Jean

When he found out he was going to be a father he literally about died for a second time in his life

He honestly didn’t know what to say and just stared at his s/o with a blank expression, internally screaming, and walked away because of all the overwhelming emotions flowing through his veins

The pregnancy was hard on both parents, physically, for his s/o and mentally for Jean because, after all, he was still a teen when he died so he had no experience when it came to children  

He was terrified about being a father, mainly because he didn’t believe that he would be a good enough one to raise a child that would be able to survive

He didn’t think he was stable enough to be a father, cause how could someone that could barely take care of themselves take care of a tiny human?

The birth progressed rather quickly, it felt like one moment his s/o was having contractions then the next they were on a bed gushing out water, screaming their head off. 

(Was 100% against letting Arthur between his s/o’s legs but knew that he was acting as a doctor and not the usual shameless flirt, so Jean didn’t say anything)

He didn’t know what to do while the baby was being... um... evacuated so he just stood off to the side with a pained expression on his face until Arthur motioned him over and scolded him for not supporting the birthing women

Jean hesitantly grabbed one of his s/o’s hands until they squeezed his hand hard and practically shocked him out of his haze, so he squeezed back to let them know he was there and was supporting them

When he heard the baby cry for the first time he was confused 

Why was the child crying? Was it sick? Hurt? Would his lover be okay? 

Question after question was flying through his head

Later is s/o was holding the child when they suddenly looked at Jean and told him to hold the baby. His heart dropped at the idea of him, something so impure, touching a baby that hasn’t seen, felt, or heard any evil

But once he did hold the child Jean felt as if the warmth from the baby’s body soaked into him, chasing all his impurities away, he relaxed and wouldn’t stop staring at the baby in his arm

He started crying once the baby opened their tiny eyes and smiled a wide, toothless, grin at him, grabbing for his eye patch and babbling away

“I will forever be in your debt, my love, you have given me too much I’m afraid, you have took my hands and held my digits between yours. You have gifted me a child, you have created a family and let my impure self in, and I swear my endless loyalty to you and our little gift from God.”

Theo

He happened to come back drunk with Arthur when he noticed two heartbeats emitting from his lover and a conflicted expression plastered on the face he fell so hopelessly for 

He was confused and asked if his Hondjie had anything they wanted to tell him... only to receive a huff and the sight of his s/o walking away in response

He was shocked once his s/o told him they were pregnant, he already knew because of the double heart beats, but to hear it from their lips was like a slap in the face

It took a second for the information to completely sink in but once it did Theo jumped and twirled his lover around all while smiling like a little kid

When they ate together Theo would always give some of his food to his pregnant s/o (yes even some of his pancakes drowned in syrup) not wanting them to go hungry and it possibly effect the baby

He was already really protective over his lover, but now that they were pregnant no one, and I mean no one, came in a ten foot radius of his lover besides himself and his brother without Theo growling at them

He would never admit it but he, just like Jean would be terrified at the thought of not being a good father, after all he didn’t have good roll model parents so how would he know what a father is supposed to act like

He would not be able to deal with his s/o’s mood swings

He would try to tell himself that it the shifts in mood were just because of the pregnancy but that didn’t always work and he would catch himself snapping back at his s/o or arguing with them or insulting them like he does everyone causing his s/o to cry and Theo to freaking out while practically drowning in his regret for not having better control over his mouth

He was away from the mansion closing up an art show when his s/o went into labor

When he returned he was greeted by a frantic, gagging Isaac shouting that a head was coming out of Theo’s s/o.

A head? Theo was confused but once he heard his s/o scream his name he connected two and two together causing him to dash to his lover like a mad man, destroying everything in his path

The baby was in Arthur’s arms when Theo rushed through the door

Quickly walking over to his s/o he planted a kiss on their sweaty forehead and told them how amazing they did and how beautiful they looked at that moment 

When he held his baby for the first time he couldn’t get over the fact at how much the baby resembled him and his brother, Vincent, and honestly felt overwhelmed at how much pride and happiness was coursing through him

Theo would promise the child that he would protect them and love them unconditionally and be proud of them no matter what they did

He about died when he saw the eyes of his s/o looking at him and baby with so much adoration and love 

Theo would smile gently when he sees the smile on his brothers face as Vincent holds the tiny baby in his arms, cooing and making funny faces at the infant

He would lay down with his tired lover in the bed and rest their head on his shoulder while holding the baby and say, “rest now Hondjie, I will make sure nothing happens to you and our little pup.”

[aria-chicken-flugget]

Asked by @ghost-with-journals

Requesting a POC MC

A/N: I’m not a person of colour but i’ve often thought it disappointing that there aren’t more MC’s that are POC! I’m sorry my tumblr deleted your ask before!

This is actually my first request of an Ikevamp Boys React, so I hope I do your ask justice 💖 I actually love this idea.

I know your preference was Arthur! I wanted to do all the boys but thought to keep it to those whose routes i’ve actually read. Can add to when I read more! I hope this is what you were looking for 💖

~

How the Ikevamp Boys React to a POC MC

(Napoleon, Mozart, Arthur, Vincent. Isaac and others coming soon)

Napoleon

Sometime around 1799 Napoleon Bonaparte had spent over a year in Egypt and the Middle East for what would now be referred to as a military expedition

Knowing this, upon seeing you first brought back some long forgotten memories of his past during that time. When he was human.

Despite the pain that may bring, he quickly grew curious about you. He would hide it behind the whole “I’m just doing what Comte asked me to do, it’s a chore protecting you”

Really he can’t help but ask you a myriad of questions. “Where are you from?” And once opened up to you would tell you about some of his experiences too.

He loves the rich colour of your skin, and can’t help but find you magnetic.

He wonders if your children would be as beautiful

Would quite literally be your knight in shining armour were anyone to make any negative comment over the colour of your skin

May come off over protective if his sword is at someone’s throat for some tossed slurs

You’d grip his shoulders to bring him back from possibly quite literally murdering someone

“I- i’m sorry... it just makes me so angry.”

His knuckles would whiten. You’d hold his face in your palms, a warm smile

“And I love you for being so protective of me. But that doesn’t make killing them solve anything.”

He knew you were right. He’d sigh, having cooled off, and embrace you tightly with all the words he couldn’t say of just how much he loved you

Mozart

Mozart has toured Europe when he was but five years old, in order to perform. And yet, he’d still not seen someone nearly as beautiful as you.

It unsettled him, he wasn’t used to feeling such a way upon first glance and had to steel himself from staring at you.

Everyone was always the same, always the same mindless chatter at frivolous parties

But he somehow knew you’d be a breath of fresh air, with your smile actually being genuine for a start. You’re heart seemed kind

That is until, he met you and you’d touched his beloved sheet music, causing a stir

“It’s too loud with you here.” He’d claimed to you, ignoring the curious tug of his heart that had called for yours -

that was one thing he couldn’t see coming, how he gradually wanted to spend more and more time with the woman who touched his sheet music and now his heart.

What was it about you that knocked down the walls around his heart?

He supposed he’d never truly know, even though he somehow knew from the very moment he laid eyes on you that you were the one that would.

He wanted to know more about music from your time, and the difference in cultural and traditional music from around the world.

“What about you? Do you have any musical tradition, Mien Liebe?”

“What is this ‘Pop’ nonsense, it sounds atrocious and repetitive.” You’d laughed at his scrunched features after having sang him a modern Pop song.

Would cut down anyone with no remorse were they to comment inappropriately about your skin tone, at a ball he almost lost control

He nearly crushed the man’s hand with his vampiric strength, after bidding farewell to the rude man

He would go quiet for the carriage ride home, tense and seething in the silence.

You’d expected him to explode. Only he sighed quietly before admitting,

“And that’s what you have to listen to? Even in your time?”

You’d nod quietly, “Well, on the odd occasion, unfortunately yes. That can happen even in my time.”

He’d want to make it better, and you loved him for it

ArTHOT Arthur

Believes all women are the same in that they surrender to the same charms, however his belief is shaken upon getting to know you. 

He found you intriguing upon first meet, somehow more so than other women he’d met (not that he’d allow himself to believe that) 

Curious of your strange garments and the beauty of your sun kissed glow.

He’d found his most exciting conquest yet.

“Leaving so soon? If i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were helping her to escape... that’s a shame, I quite fancy the look of you little bird.”

Would likely say terms that were used to refer to POC in his era, without realising that it’s not ok to use said terms

His heart would literally break if he had hurt you, quickly realising his ignorance to how those terms were never right to use in the first place but were unfortunately normalised then

“I... I’d never meant to hurt you, love. I’m sorry.” At your knees, his cheek against your palm as his chest ached

You’d smile, havung already forgiven him

“Don’t be daft, Arthur. I know you didn’t mean it.”

You’d tug him back up with a half hearted reproach and see the melancholy that his frivolity had brought him, melt away.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He’d smile

After realising those terms were not appropriate, would quickly defend your honour, especially if you were too quiet to speak up

It warmed your heart watching the battle of wits between a stranger being rude and the unparalleled intellect of your boyfriend

“It don’t bother her anyway, look she’s not said otherwise.” “And you equate speechless behaviour with ‘not being bothered’ do you?”

You’d walk home hand in hand and rub soothing circles in his tense hand, knowing he was irked by ignorance

“One step at a time, eh old chap?” You’d jest, making his lips curve in a handsome smile as he agreed in an echo, “one step at a time.”

Vincent

Upon seeing you for the first time, he would find himself staring,

When you frown, a little nervous or uncomfortable he’d snap back to reality and realise how odd that would seem

Would catch himself quickly and admit to you, “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to be so rude as to stare at you. It’s just that... i’ve never seen such beauty...”

He would say this, entranced, reaching out to graze his fingertips upon the soft skin of your cheek

You’d be fixed too, wondering what genius flows through the eyes of the world famous painter

“Can I... can I paint you?”

His shy request in earnest as he dreamed of just how beautiful your skin tone would be against vibrant sunflowers

He painted them in your chocolate locks and all around you as you smiled sweetly in the middle of the sunflowers

The painting was breathtaking, just as his sweetness

Much like when confronted about being ‘an emotionless doll’ would not fully understand the gravity of biggoted words

Would, if you didn’t mind, ask you about them and Black History that he wouldn’t know much about prior

If a stranger tried to be rude or biggoted, they assumed they’d get away with it due to Vincent’s peaceful nature

Boy were they wrong lol

Vincent is canonically stronger than Theo and Shakespeare but that’s not a surprise so would throw hands real fast

The fight would have to be broken up before someone got seriously hurt - fyi, it wouldn’t be Vincent getting that hurt lol

A strange sense of pride swelled your chest at him defending you, despite you not approving him beating people up

You’d tend to any wounds, dabbing his cheek softly as he watched you with unwavering affection

You’d blush, “What?” His eyes growing sad, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

You’d pause mid air, a small sigh, “Well, yes sometimes. It would hurt me more if it was a friend though.”

“It’s not okay, but it’s made infinitely better by loved ones” you’d smile, before he’d cup your cheeks,

“There is nothing more in this world that i cherish, than you.” His fervour causing tears to prick at your eyes

“You don’t have to be strong all the time. If it hurts you, tell me.”

To be continued...

~

I will edit and add more boys when I read more, I hope this was ok 🙂💖

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Match up! <3

I'm a female INFJ-T Sagittarius, I'm 168cm, I have brown eyes and veryyy long reddish brown hair (it overcomes my butt). My body is of regular size and I also wear glasses. I like nature and animals, especially wolves, horses, dogs and cats; I like music - my favourite type is hard rock and metal, even though the majority of people wouldn't think of that because of my appearance, since I don't wear gothic clothes or something that would indicate that i like rock music; it's not that i don't like those styles, in fact I would like to have it's just I don't have them in my wardrobe lol. I also like very much history and culture( especially my country's); it has always fascinating me and I'm more interested in the ones that had powerful people or soldiers - also this brings me to my fascination for combats, weapons and military costumes. Despite I have never tried  sports or anything related to combats or weapons, they have always intrigued me, especially the older classical ones; I like their designs and details that possess. The only sport i did that had to do with this was archery and I really enjoyed it. Other sports that I have tried were football, basketball, volleyball, swimming, athletics and ballet (I have dropped from this when I was a kid for football lmao). I really hate nosy people and bullies. Since I have been bullied by lot of different people, I know the hardships so I can't stand them when I see them in action. I also can't stand rapers even though I was never implicated in a situation like that, it's just I'm very sensitive on that topic. Also don't like dudes that flirt to much, I don't see it differently of bullying (I know I'm to sensitive lol). My hobbies would include listening to music,playing the violin,drawing, painting and watching anime and reading webtoons. My favourite colours are purple, red and black. I had many pets when I was a kid, now i have a dog. My favourite food is mămăligă with cheese (is a food from my country) and gyro souvlaki (this one is from Greece). As I said before I'm interested in weapons and cultures, as well as languages - until now I know three languages(Romanian, Greek and English). I have always been a lone wolf, even though I was hanging around other kids; I would still feel out of place and misunderstood. I used to hang out with boys when I was a kid since I was good at sports and they were a nice company, more nicer than the girls in my old school lmao. As an introvert, I make very hard new friends and i don't feel comfortable at all around unknown places and people. There were times thought when I was feeling comfortable around particular new people in a way that I was coming out of my shell more sooner than normal. I would like to get affection only from the people that I really like. For example I don't like to get those random hugs that the majority of girls do, knowing you better or less, or at all ( I know I'm cold hearted haha). I also don't like loud people - I wouldn't mind that if we were close though. I'm also more of a listener than a talker, so I wouldn't mind the other person doing the conversation or listening to their stories. I have never dated someone (I mean for oblivious reasons - it would be a miracle if anyonewould be interestedin me), but I would like someone who is loyal to me since I would be loyal to them and that understands me and respect my choices of conditions for a relationship (I'm not the picky type, by conditions I mean not doing the thing until marriage for example). I have not done it with someone before, but my horny two brain cells fantasise about bdsm and other things. I don't mind vanilla if my partner prefer so, but I wouldn't mind either about other stuff 👀. That is all (finally for you lol). Have a nice day! :)

Thank you so so much @jeanstan​ for requesting this. Sending you all the hugs and kisses!  A few things I would like to say before I start. Girl you are not too sensitive. You can be as sensitive as you want to be and other people should just deal with it. Nr 2 mămăligă with cheese? Mine too damn, also I speak Romanian too. Ce fain e să mă intilnesc cu cineva care vorbeste romaneste. Mai vorbim? :) Sper că nu sună ciudat. aahahaha don’t leave me. Btw the cold hearted part...nah I hate surprise hugs and touches too, like just love me from afar. XD Ok ok on with it.

So I matched you with............

                                                              ..............Napoleon

I mean you could have matched her with Jean, no? I mean the personalities match.....                                                                                                                 Anxiety shut up and let me do my thang

like what even happens up there

ok so hear me out

Napoleon is an extremely respectful man

he is more of an extrovert, but he can really do both is you please

 let’s start of at the very beginning

when he saw you, he wasn’t sure if he was looking at a girl or at an angel

you are so cute

he loves the way your hair flutters even at the slightest of movement

he knows you don’t like to be around loud people and since the mansion is practically a zoo he will always take you to hang with him and Jean

Weather it’s you watching them spa or you go to the weapons shop together

point is you have a close and tight bond with these two

ha adores your glasses, thinks they are super cute on you

teaches you how to ride a hoarse and then takes you to little outing in the woods where you can both bask in the silence and calm of the forest.

he knew you where fascinated with weapons and the like so he offered to teach you how to fence

has helped you develop your archery skills even tho that isn’t his forte

for your birthday he got you an extremely beautifully carved bow and lot’s of arrows

when he first herd you play the violin he was in awe

asks you to play for him every night. He loves falling asleep to the sweet and yet somehow melancholic melody of your violin

he understands that you don’t like to be surprise hugged or kissed and he respects the boundary you set

so in the morning instead of immediately kissing you, he sleepily reaches out to hold your hand asking for permission to drag you into bed and cuddle with you

 he always , ALWAYS makes sure you are comfortable wherever you are

asks you to draw or sketch or paint every random thing

He says you are the best at everything

Cue Mozart and Theo giving him the challenge accepted look and Napoleon staring them down like : try me

theo is obviously(unnecessarily) standing up for Vincent. Vince actually really likes your painting an d likes when you ask for tips 

Like i said  he will never ever even think about doing things you are not ok with

You don’t want to do it till marriage?

No problem Napoleon will be patient and when the time is right he will put a ring on it

he balances you out perfectly

he also catches on that you are not particularly fond of your body, and I mean that you just see it as average, and he is not having any of it

so he will tell you how beautiful you are and how important you are to him 6000000000000000 times a day

all in all

you two are so damn cute and sweet that you are giving poor Theo a toothache by just looking at you

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed!

[fetchisnotawordgretchen]

Hey! Can I get matchup for ikevamp and ikesen?

I’m Entp, humorous, cool, fun person to be around. I’m intelligent, witty, and logic based, so I can get cold personality sometimes. Kinda a tomboy who swears a lot. I tend to keep my sufferings to myself and hide my true emotions. Hella insecure and high on anxiety rip lol

I’m an artist especially animations. I learn Japanese and psychology on my spare time. I used to competitively figure skate and dance. I love mystery and psychological animes and novels where the minds are intriguing.

I look for intelligence, responsibility, and humour in other people, and I take no bs, dishonesty, and ignorance. I’m bad with children, and emotions so I hope someone can fill me in on that. Thank you!!

Hmmmmm well this might seem a bit Ironic but I'm pairing you up with Arthur!

I could just see you guys hanging out at the pub and pointing at strangers who you think has a traumatic past.

I could also see Theo telling you to watch your mouth around Vincent and Arthur telling him to shut up 😌. I feel like you two would be teasing each other, All. The. Time.

Pet names for you would include:

Luv

Darling

Lovely

Sweetie

In the upcoming winter I feel like you to would ice skate together, but Arthur would fall every step of the way while you show of your skills. Needless to say he was a bit jealous.

Here's a conversation you might have:

"Hey! Slow down I can't keep up! *Falls on the ice* THIS IS ACTUAL HELL- *Falls again* SLOW DOWN! I'M GOING TO DIE, THIS IS NOTHING LIKE SKIING!!!!"

Snuggling positions!:

Arthur would like to hold you as close as possible and gently caress your face with a gentle smile.

He loves you so much that he'll go to the ends of earth for you, and he reminds himself that everyday. Arthur will pull you into his chest and lay his head ontop of yours listening to your soft snores.

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For your second request I will be paring you up with... Mitsuhide Akechi!

Mitsuhide would fall head over heels for you! I do feel like maybe you couldn't stand him at first but things change!

He would tease you about pretty much everything but you would probably bite back just as hard.

Pet names for you would include:

Mouse

Beauty

Lovely

Raccoon

Cutie

You two would have trouble communicating your feelings so I could see one of you hiding the fact that something is wrong... but once the other finds out what it is they will correct it immediately!!

Here's a conversation you might have:

"And where are you off to little one? I'll come with you so you don't get lost. You can manage you say? Ok ok, Just don't get lost you trouble maker."

Snuggling positions!:

He would wrap his hands around you and pull you close, Mitsuhide just loves the way his arms fit perfectly around you.

He'll lay his head beside yours and look down on you, thinking of how you made him see the joy in life. This is one of the only times you'll see him most vulnerable.

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I hope you are happy with your matches!

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

do u think that any of characters u write would be ok with a partner who's ace and kinda sex averse? they're all so sexual it seems unfair to yoke them to me like that even in a daydream no matter how much i love them.

I think Cormac would be the most compatible. After that initial "Oh maybe sex IS fun, I've never done it before" stage, he more than likely would become disinterested. It's almost like an afterthought to him? Like a: "Sex is what I'm supposed to do, so I'm doing it" way. Or a "sex makes babies, so we'll have to have it to make some" in the future. He and Jeanie didn't get to be together long enough for him to slip into that. Roland also falls into this category: I GUESS they want me to have sex with them, but it's not necessary for us to be friends or romantic. (That'll come into play later.) By default, Billy will too.

Vincent as well given what he experiences sometimes with partners. Having one that is sex adverse might be a relief to him. There's not that pressure to perform or please while maintaining composure.

Klaus/Luba would fall into this category: he thinks sex is performative. Sometimes it's a job. With an asexual partner, he would be able to relax and show his true self.

Sean post-film is definitely sex adverse. It might be something he thinks he needs to feel human again, but it might be empty.

I think, in the end, there's so much sex because it's how my characters think they need to connect. To control the situation. Or it's an addiction, a substitute for the emptiness. To make up for lost time. Or they just like having it. Sometimes it's simply a plot device for conflict. But mostly it's what readers request or seem most interested in? Even if they themselves might be ace on some level. I've done intimacy without sex, and people get weird. My "fans" love whatever I write, but I think we feel in order for our popularity to grow we HAVE to write smut. So just because I write them sexual doesn't mean they need it to thrive in a relationship!

And goodness, Nonny! Yoke is so biblical! And patriarchal. LOL These characters would rather hold fast to your hand. They aren't ones to feel "tied" down.