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[madmanwonder]

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Crossover Fusions Horror: Slasher + Yandere AU

How does a meeting with the famous slasher in Neo go for Steve? How did their battle end?

“I snapped her neck…and I think she had fallen in love with me afterwards.” The Man-Out-Time replied with a bashful expression as he looked at the overly psychotic and lovesick expression of the small slasher.

[wyervan]

I forgot to add slasher au

Sun and moon slasher au posture check

crustacean in nature

[frudoo]

hiii sorry ik u write slasher!141 so maybe this could be some random version of that but what if reader is craving physical touch and simon is *refusing* to give it to her and being super mean so she goes to johnny crying and he satisfies her needs and comforts her ?🎀

only if you feel comfortable writing !! 💗🎀

Once again I am SO SORRY it’s taken me so long to get to your ask!!!

This kinda turned into more of a Simon-heavy fic than I thought, I hope that’s okay :(( on this blog, SIMON RILEY GETS A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!

Hope this holds y’all over while I’m working on the second part of this 🤞

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Mentions of depression (one use of ‘kys’). Hurt/comfort. Entire series is a dark!fic—MDNI.

Sometimes, Simon gets in a foul mood.

Today, it was a victim that got him all twisted up. Slippery little bitch, always managing to weasel her way out of his usually iron-tight grip and immobilize him just long enough to go into hiding. When he finally took a bludgeon to her knees so that she couldn’t run anymore, she resorted to scratching, and when he ripped off her nails, it turned into harsh words. Typically he’s able to drown their bullshit out, but this harlot was absolutely brutal.

Gotta kill bitches because you can’t get any pussy?

Fucking ugly bastard, you remind me of my uncle’s dead dog.

Why don’t you spare your victims and kill yourself instead?

Needless to say, her death was quick and well-deserved. Still, her words got to him. All the depression he’s tried to fight off for most of his sorry life came back roaring like a forest fire. He came barreling inside the house and upon seeing his bad mood, you attempted to hug him.

He shoved you off.

Simon, your sweet baby boy who always makes sure to give you a lingering kiss each morning, night, and every hour in between; the man who pulls you into the shower every chance he gets just so he can take the time to ask about your day while he carefully washes your hair; the one who brutalizes anyone who dares look at you the wrong way—Simon Riley shoved you off. You fell to the ground and all he did was step over you, storming up the stairs to his room. Kyle was first to get off of the couch and run after him. John pressed a short, apologetic kiss to your forehead then followed the younger man. You heard the lock click and then you were alone.

The tears come before you can fight them off. Not once has Simon ever treated you like this. Even when you beg, the man refuses to do anything remotely kinky in the bedroom if it involves you being brought momentary pain. The sudden change in his behavior is jarring, to say the least. You don’t even bother to pull yourself up, curling into a sad little ball on the ground and sobbing.

��Bon’, did ye see wha’s wrong wit’ Simon? Saw ‘im stompin’ in an’- bleedin’ ‘ell, hen, are ye okey?” Johnny bursts through the door covered in dirt and sweat—he had been in the garden pulling weeds for you and must have seen Simon’s demeanor before he went in the house—immediately falling to his knees when he sees the state you’re in.

“He- I- he’s never-” you ramble through tears, unable to look your beloved Scotsman in the eyes even as he lifts you into his arms.

“Och, it’s alreit, lass, le’s ge’ ye tae bed,” Johnny coos, carrying you up the stairs and into his own bedroom.

Johnny cautiously pulls the covers back and lays you down, making sure you’re comfortable. The contrast of his gentleness and Simon’s indifference makes your chest tighten painfully. It hurts being treated so poorly, especially by someone who swore he would never cause you any harm. It makes you feel icky, wrong.

“Talk tae me, hen,” Johnny insists as he strips off his dirty clothes, stealing a glance at you every so often.

When you shake your head, he frowns, flipping his shirt inside out to rub the grime off of his face. He decides he’s clean enough to get under the covers with you, pulling you close and rubbing random circles all over your skin. Johnny’s always been such a reverent lover. In every graze of his fingertips, every touch that causes a shiver throughout your body, you can feel his devotion.

“Please?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose, then the corner of your mouth.

“Simon pushed me,” you mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed by this entire ordeal.

“Oh, bonnie girl,” he coos, pulling back to look at you. “Ah ken he can be a reit arse.”

“I just wanted to hug him because he seemed sad, b-but he just… he pushed me down. He’s never done that before,” you sniffle, tears gathering in your waterline for the umpteenth time.

“M’sorry, hen, ye didnae deserve tha’. Simon jus’... well, sometimes he lets ‘is brain ge’ the best o’im. Doesnae ‘appen tae often bu’ when it does, changes ‘im,” Johnny explains, cupping your face in his big hands.

“I just wanna sleep it off,” you sigh sadly.

“Ah promise, when ye wake up, it’ll all be back tae normal,” Johnny carefully tucks your face into the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your soft waist.

It takes no time for you to fall asleep in his arms, your soft snores making him smile to himself. Your eyebrows furrow and your bottom lip puckers out when he presses dozens of kisses to your face. Johnny cracks his neck and settles his body in, about to join you in your nap, when there’s a soft knock at his door. He lifts his head slightly, one eye open to look at whoever just walked in.

“Is she asleep?” Simon asks gruffly, looking undone.

“Aye,” Johnny responds quietly.

“Can- can I come in and ‘old her?”

Johnny’s heart breaks all over again at the tone in his lover’s voice. He waves Simon over, shuffling further in the bed to make room. He adjusts you on his chest as the blond settles in next to him so he could be by the both of you. One huge, scarred hand rests on the small of your back right below the Scot’s.

“Ye feelin’ better?” Johnny questions in a murmur, his free hand wrapping around the back of Simon’s head to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Simon nods but doesn’t elaborate any further. His gaze is focused on your peaceful face and his chest tightens at the knowledge that he hurt you. Johnny doesn’t allow him to spiral, pulling him down into a slow, tender kiss.

“She’s alreit, ye ken,” he whispers against the older man’s lips. “Kno’s ye didnae mean it.”

“I feel awful,” Simon frowns, nuzzling his crooked nose against Johnny’s jaw. “Too good f’me, all o’ya.”

“Si?” Your small, croaky voice startles both men.

“Here, sweet girl,” he responds instantly.

You yawn as he cups one cheek in his palm, leaning into his touch without hesitation.

“Missed you,” you mutter, opening your eyes just long enough to look at him with a lazy smile.

His heart skips a beat, and tears flood his eyes. He leans forward to press his lips to your temple, resting his head on the opposite side of Johnny’s chest to face you. The younger man grins as he gently massages both you and Simon’s shoulders, happy that both of his loves are finally at peace.

“Missed ya, too,” Simon sniffles, intertwining your fingers with his.

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I’m excited to announce that now, due to some extra free time and drawing motivation:

Asks for Mister Puzzles/Slasher Puzzles are open!

While I write and illustrate the actual story part of this fic, I thought it could be fun to go the route that I’ve seen many other AU-centric blogs take and open the question box to you guys to ask the masked madman himself. Anything you’ve been curious about? Want to know how he’d react to something? Well, ask away!

Important to note, that this is NOT considered canon to the story. The answers he gives and his reactions will be canon/accurate to his character, but these asks will be considered separate and irrelevant to the story as a whole.

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YOU CAN:

Ask him about himself! His life, his past, his favorite movies, anything you want really.

Compliment him

Insult or antagonize him

Try to flirt with him (warning though that he will be completely unresponsive to it)

Send him drawings, gifts, etc

Anything else you’d like! (So long as it isn’t listed in the “please don’t” list.)

PLEASE DON’T:

Send any explicitly NSFW asks or fetish asks

Ship him with any of the SMG4 crew

Try and give complicated character interactions (it would be difficult anyway, considering he’s answering all of these behind a camera.)

Try and get him to interact with the multiverse (he’s not ready for that yet it would wreck his mind)

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More will be added if I think of it. As for now… ask away.

[justwantswafflefries]

Gangle deserves to kill Jax

Yk

As a treat

she really does tho...

[overly-dramatic-artist]

hi hi~ someone popped into your cafe, hope you didn’t mind. Luv your oc btw very very pretty. Can she see ghosts as clear as Riri though? hehe

One hot cocoa with extra whipped cream and cinnamon, coming right up!

Hi hi hi, friend @enjayvee ! I love your Riri (and Vidia too)!

Hmmm, so Cassandra can see the ~energy~ of spirits but not full forms of ghosts, similar to seeing aura, though she sometimes will chalk it up to astigmatism lol. When she was little, her grandmother explained this as her being a “seer,” and she taught Cass about the occult, including but not limited to tarot, osteomancy, and growing the perfect garden of beautiful but deadly plants (which she may or may not have used to have her late husband pass under strange circumstances). Oh, and also the art of making the most delicious mug of magically comforting hot chocolate!

[delirisse-au]

Really stupid idea:

Narinder and Mary go on dates for the sole purpose of constantly trying to kill each other

That would go about as well as you think it would

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

How would the killer boys react to wyervan's slasher boys?

I think they'd get along rather well :)

[moon-buggg]

food! honestly idk.

more slasher!yn stuff?

The one and only reason Juno started working at the arcade- easy access to pinball machines

and like... to get paid. Or whatever.

[fishyvamp]

I think Tarhos, Trapper, Danny, frankly all of the killers really, would come with me to my doctors appoitment and threaten the doctor if they weren't taking my issues seriously, love them for that

This hits close to the chest, doctor's ignoring signs brushing you off. Suddenly your notes include hypochondria, history of severe mental illness, or some other way to discredit you for every cynical half assed doctor who sees your notes. Maybe not every killer, but enough of them for sure and these are violent and passionate killers. If you are their world, oh boy the doctor better hope that they only piss the one off who isn't stab happy dump their body in the woods kind of person.

Just for my sanity and so I can live vicariously through my own writing this will take place in a modern!AU though if you want a more period accurate one I'd indulge.

Evan Macmillan, The Trapper, is from one the most influential families in the city. What the fuck do they mean his doll is a lazy and should lose weight?! You're trying everything to get better, but you can barely get out of bed. Your limbs feeling like lead most mornings. He shows up holding your hand as he listens to the doctor adress him and not you. Telling him, not you that it's all about diet.

Evan Macmillan is short tempered, he tries to hard to control it, but the fact that the doctor is talking to him and not you and asking him for the information has him screaming at the doctor as you try to calm him down. The man is seeing red, hating himself for prioritizing the work at the mine instead of your health. If the doctor doesn't agree to at least test Evan will make sure the doc is blacklisted to hell and back, because you don't deserve to live like this without at least answers.

Tarhos Kovács, The Knight, is a veteran, turned mercenary, who enlisted way too young. He's seen too many fall apart from neglect and you are his world. He knows you are trying and he knows you want to get better. Your eyes full of tears whenever you come home a new bottle of pills in a brown paper bag. You hurt all the time, your head hurts all the time. Days on end in bed, you feel bad that with little time he is home is spent with him caring for you. Surely he would want someone less broken.

One too many times this has happens and he's driving to the doctors office leaving you at home just so he can yell at someone. The doctor would be preferred, but he'll settle on an administrator to threaten and scream at. They haven't done any scans ever for you and you've dealt with this longer then you have known him. It hurts him to know that you're being ignored. For some strange reason you get a call saying the doctor wants scans on the book for a more comprehensive look.

"Jed Olsen", The Ghostface, is silent rage kind of guy. You insisted that he didn't need to come. You're still freshly dating only a few months, but he knows your ill and knows you've been ignored Everytime you've asked for help. You're afraid he's going to scream at the doc make a scene and just generally be embarrassing. You know he's angry, he's got that look in his eye that You've only seen when he said he had business to take care of weirdly smelled of bleach the next day. However that didn't happen instead you watch him pull out a thick pocket journal opening it up.

Turns out he's been monitoring you closely and that smart watch he got you was him preparing for this. He starts rattling off any and every unusual thing he's noted and is even willing to give a copy to the doc to go over. Hard to say it's in your head when the details are all written down. The doc says he needs to look over it to figure out what tests he wants to run but there was enough there for him to justify it. "Jed" is just happy to see that look of relief on your face knowing that something might finally happen even if there is no cure at least you're a step closer to finding out what it might be. He also starts taking your vitals more openly now that his secret is out.

Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, has been ignored enough time himself to know who is the right doctor to go to. Someone who will actually listen to you, someone who looks horrified as you explain why you just stopped trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Philip doesn't care how far the two of you have to travel for you to get proper care, he'll take work off to drive hours to get you to a specialist. He doesn't see it as a chore, he loves you and this; this is just him caring for the one he loves more then the air itself. He'll even carry you inside when you inevitably pass out on the drive home.

[madmanwonder]

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Crossover Horror Serial Killer AU

Recently there has been disappearances within the school. Do you know anything about it 21? You are a teacher of U.A. High School.

@superstar97 I think you meant Slasher AU

"Are you implying I've something to do with the abbhorent disappearances of my student?" Professor Vomi better known by her student and fellow teacher as 21 asked in a calm but ominous tone in her velvet voice.

[wyervan]

Your Sun and Moon are such weirdos, I love them!! Can I ask how affectionate are they with each other? I know they are very close friends, but do they ever hug? Or do they prefer less physical demonstrations of platonic love?

Also, what is their love language?

I wouldn’t say their relationship super demonstratively affectionate, but Slasher Sun n Moon do have a very casual physicality to how they interact with each other. They fidget with each other’s hair or clothing, throw limbs over each other while hanging out and watching TV, lay or lean on each other, grab at and push each other around.

Words like “I love you” are seldomly said, gifts rarely exchanged between them. Moon’s “love language” is often trying to actively antagonize Sun. Teasing, bullying, biting 😝. He makes a sport out of ruffling Sun’s feathers.

Hmm…Sun is probably an “acts of service” kinda guy? That’s a “love language”, right? But Moon hates to be coddled 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ doesn’t like it when Sun fusses over him, so that’s not how they do things in their relationship.

But they’re comfortable around each other, often even more so than they are alone. Bonded pair ⚠️ Do not seperate. Underneith all the argueing and rivalry, there’s an unshakable bond made of unconditional acceptance of each other’s inner monsters.

[jovialoddity]

Hello Jovial! Lemme just first say that I love your Professor Puzzles AU! It's simple, yet so charming and funny!

So, where is Professor Puzzles's father in this AU? What is their relationship? Is it still the same as it is in canon?

Hi there!! Thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you to say! 🥹💖

And that’s a good question! Unfortunately, his relationship with his father is pretty much the exact same as canon. His backstory’s relatively the same as canon too, maybe with some slight alterations. He hasn’t spoken with his father since he was 19 and has ZERO plans of doing so.

He’s still subconsciously trying to prove his father wrong here with his films, but it’s just not happening in quite the same way as it did in the original timeline. He sometimes gets genuinely angry at himself for not being able to get popular enough yet to prove to him that he has that creative vision.

[frudoo]

I love your Slasher!141 series!!

Here me out- a bad stomach bug is being spread faster then the plague, and Reader being a daycare teacher? She has it within the first week.

Imagine her coming home from work, coughing and sniffling more then when she left, and her sweet, sweet lovers take good care of her♡

I mean what husbands would they be if they didn't?

Writing this with a sinus infection lmfao

Warnings: Emetophobia. Sickness. Pregnancy.

You throw your car in park, stumbling out of the driver’s seat with a whimper. You don’t even make it to the front door before another wave of nausea hits you and you fall to your knees with the force of it. Tears stream down your face as bile stings your throat.

     “Bloody ‘ell, dove,” Kyle’s concerned voice sounds from behind you.

     Your lover gently lifts you into his arms, wiping away some drool that drips from your slightly agape mouth. It’s obvious that you’re feverish. For one, you’re hot to the touch. Your eyes are glassy, lids drooping sadly, and your nose is stuffy. It makes his own stomach sick as he cautiously carries you inside of the house.

     “Flu is going around the daycare,” you rasp as Kyle tucks you into his bed. “And the baby’s not exactly helping with the nausea.”

     “Poor thin’. Lemme take care o’ya,” he whispers, gently rubbing one hand over the fat of your belly where another tiny little life hides just beneath.

     Your pretty boy presses a kiss to your hair before quietly leaving the bedroom. He returns about five minutes later with a bucket to catch whatever sickness escapes you, a hot cup of tea, and a very worried John. The latter man has a cold, wet rag in his hand that he gently drapes over your sweaty forehead.

     “Want some company, darlin’?” John asks softly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. 

     “I don’t wanna get y’all sick,” you frown, gently pushing his hand away from your face. 

     “Well, I’m not leavin’ you alone. The others are gonna run to the store and get some medicine, but I’ll stay with you here—no exceptions. Best get comfortable, girlie,” John grunts as he climbs into bed with you.

     You’re not well enough to protest, anyway, so you just accept your fate. Price hums contentedly, spooning you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. His forearm rests beneath the curve of your tummy, thumb dragging over the exposed skin where your shirt rides up. He’s quick to hold your hair and support your body when the nausea comes and goes, and after a while, lets you rest your head on his chest once the fight is knocked out of you. 

     When the guys get back, Simon gets started on a batch of brothy soup, Johnny grabs some pajamas from your room and helps you into the shower—he actually keeps his wandering hands to himself, the gentleman—and Kyle gets you dried off and dressed. While the two younger men help you detangle your hair and moisturize your chapped skin, the older men prepare a tray for you so that you can eat while still resting up in bed.

     “Thank you,” you tell Kyle as he props some pillows behind your back.

     “Don’ ‘ave ta thank us,” he responds, pulling the covers back over the lower half of your body so that Simon can set the tray on your lap. “S’wha’ we’re here fo’, babe.”

     By the time your head hits Kyle’s pillow and you’re asleep for the night, they’ve already cleaned everything up and, as you’ll find out in the morning, called into your job to let them know of your state. Thankfully, after a couple of days, the worst of the virus passes, and whatever lingering nausea that remained dormant in your body slowly dissipates with every sip of soup and nibble of the crackers that John feeds you. 

     It’s really too bad that you’ll have to bicker with the guys over who gets the main bathroom when they all fall ill a week later. 

     (Spoiler alert: the pregnant lady gets bathroom-hogging privileges.)

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Are there any fun facts about Slasher Puzzles? :D

Oh I have a LOT. Here’s a small collection of them!!

Mister Puzzles’ voice sounds significantly different from canon, being far more raspy and hoarse. He’s barely spoken at all in the past 15 or so years that he’s been living in the woods aside from occasionally muttering to himself or talking to the characters while watching TV. He usually speaks in a bit of a quieter/more neutral volume because of this, since it puts a lot more strain on his vocal cords to raise his voice, unless he’s extremely mad or needs to shout for some reason.

^adding on to this: singing is COMPLETELY out of the question for him. It would come out sounding godawful and probably strain his throat if he tried to sing too loudly.

He’s a bit younger than my usual interpretation of Mr. Puzzles (Slasher Puzzles is 32, while I usually interpret Puzzles as being in his 50s)

As you can imagine, he hasn’t seen every moving picture in existence like canon Mr. Puzzles has. He’s watched a lot but doesn’t have access to every show or movie ever released. He usually just watches whatever’s playing on the TV, but constantly frequents the horror channels.

There’s a decently big lake in the forest where Puzzles lives that he ADORES. The lake is his favorite part of the forest. He spends a lot of his time there when he isn’t foraging or sitting in the cabin living room in front of the TV.

Most of the things he owns, he’s stolen from campers he came across in the woods. He brought practically nothing with him when he initially ran away from home since he was in such a panic in that moment, so he’s had to rely solely on whatever was in the cabin he now lives in, what nearby campers have, and anything else in the woods that wouldn’t kill him. So far it’s served him well since he isn’t dead yet.

Was most definitely thinking “wow, it’s like I’m in Survivor (2000)” when he first started living in the woods.

He has a funnel chest, which affects his breathing and his ability to run for long periods of time. Despite this, he’s still incredibly fast and active - probably more so than some of the members of the SMG4 crew.

He has a small collection of weapons that he found in the cabin’s tool shed and plans to use - an axe, a saw, a machete, some rope, and a small pocket knife. The axe is his favorite when it comes to practicality, but the saw is his favorite because he thinks it looks awesome.

Shockingly enough, he hasn’t killed that many people before deciding on targeting the SMG4 crew. Before he found them and came up with his movie, he’d only killed one person, and it was in a complete blind rage - not intentional at all. The SMG4 crew were just a breaking point for him.

The clothes you see him wearing in all the official art for this AU? He doesn’t usually dress like that. This is EXCLUSIVELY for his movie. He normally just wears worn down, sewn-together jeans and a tank top.

[justwantswafflefries]

I’m picturing the canon gang meeting their Slasher AU counterparts and complaining about their haunted house adventure, and the Slasher AU gang calling them pussy ass little bitches

yeah, they wouldn't get along too well with the canon gang...