#zarina kassir x reader

[rootsofdread]

leon! if youre up to it, would you write some romantic head canons for the reader with jeff, zarina, vittorio, and jonah (separate) please? tysm

always! i adore vito and jonah so i was so happy to see this!! <33

Jeff Johansen:

Underneath Jeff’s tough exterior, his mask of protection, he’s a sweet, sensitive man who enjoys his quiet and heartfelt moments with you. He loves sitting by the campfire and talking with you for hours about whatever comes to the two of you’s minds, long into either the late hours of the night or the early light of the morning depending on when you started. He holds you close while you do, and he laughs heartily, genuinely, at all of your jokes. You’re the person he feels most comfortable around.

If the two of you get mixed up with a bunch of the other survivors, he’ll search for your hand for some comfort. Crowds make him anxious, you know. He enjoys having someone who can quell his anxiety — someone he can just hold onto and feel calmer, safer. A savior.

He knows his music isn't for everyone, so he appreciates that you'll let him play it while he draws. It helps him get into the zone, and helps with any frustration he might have with the piece. He also appreciates you checking in on him while he's drawing too, he can get tunnel vision and may need it.

During trials, he always takes you away from the other survivors. He prefers it just being the two of you, it's easier to worry about two people than to worry about four; and he likes his alone time with you. Working on gens together is quite nice before the killer comes barrelling towards it. But then you two get to hide together, and he doesn't mind that.

He loves swapping stories from before you two were taken into the fog, to remember simpler times. He loves telling you about his time as a roadie, working at the video store, his dog. He loves listening to your stories, too, even if they're not the most interesting stories in the world. He misses the life before — but he knows without the fog, he wouldn't have met you. So it's not all bad.

Zarina Kassir:

Zarina is just as devoted to you as she ever was to any of her stories, her causes — in a different way, sure, but devoted nonetheless. Her loyalty and protectiveness is never a question, she is always demonstrating to you just how much she loves you. She's fiery and intense and you never have to worry that she doesn't love you. And if you do…It isn't an issue. She's happy to remind you.

She's strong, and willing to fight your battles for you if you need her to. People can be horrible. She'll help you stand up for yourself, and set your own boundaries. Or, if you don't need her help, she's always right behind you, supporting you and your decisions. You're your own person. She's always encouraging you to fight for yourself whether you need it from her or not, she wants you to know she always has your back.

She encourages you to do things you like and try new, exciting things. She likes trying to get you out of your comfort zone — she knows it can be difficult and scary, and she loves being your helping hand. She’ll never push you too far, just enough for something to be fun. She’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

What she loves most is quiet nights by the campfire, just the two of you. You both fight so hard every day, being able to rest, enjoy each other’s presence, be quiet and content…It’s everything to her. She cherishes every night like this, her little moments with the person she loves the most. There’s nothing in the world better.

She’s pretty attached to you, and is always close to you. She feels responsible for you, and just wants to look out for you, make sure you stay safe, and make sure her presence is felt and you know she’s always here for you. She’ll usually be holding your hand, will have a hand on your back or your arm, and will always give you a sweet, reassuring smile.

Vittorio Toscano:

Vittorio is a very secretive man, everyone’s aware of this; he's friendly, but closed off. But around you, he’s different. He’s visibly relaxed and more comfortable, vulnerable. He doesn’t feel like he needs to hide anything from you — you don’t judge him for his pacifism, his unwillingness to share his things with others, you listen to him and acknowledge what he has to say. He trusts you completely, with his whole heart, he knows you’d never do anything to betray him.

You’re the one person Vittorio will divulge his ancient, arcane knowledge and secrets with; he knows this world is much scarier, more magical than the previous, and his things may seem silly now. But he treasures them, and he entrusts them to you, too — it feels much like he’s bearing a part of his soul to you, these things are important to him. But it’s much more important to him that you share an interest in them, and let him speak of them without judgement.

He’s an adventurer, and will run off with you during trials to explore the trialgrounds. He makes sure the two of you are careful, of course, you can’t run into the killers. He’s been here for thousands of years, but he’s still just as intrigued by the realm as ever, and he loves getting to explore it with you. He’s always finding new things in old places, and he has that childlike wonder every time a new realm is discovered, even if it brings a new threat.

He loves reading to you. Getting you on his lap or cuddled up to his side and reading aloud from his old books is something he adores. He knows his books aren’t the most interesting things to most people — but he appreciates you let him read them to you. He’s still a scholar, and loves teaching you new things. Or old things, rather.

In the same vein — he loves hearing about things from your time period. He may have some knowledge of modern things from the realm, but he doesn’t know everything, and it’s utterly fascinating to hear about things from you. Cellphones, computers, cars, robots. It all seems as magical to him as his ancient artifacts, maybe even moreso.

Jonah Vasquez:

Jonah gets overwhelmed by his arithmetic sometimes, you’re no stranger to it, but he’s always more calm around you. His brain doesn’t buzz with numbers that cloud his thoughts and make it difficult to listen, he just focuses on you, your sparkling eyes, soft hair, your laugh and your smile. You make the world easier to navigate for him, less intense, less complicated. Numbers may be his way of making sense of the world — but so are you.

He does enjoy trying to teach you codebreaking. He knows math isn’t much fun for most people (but if you find it fun, trust and believe, he’s absolutely delighted), but solving puzzles usually is. He comes up with codes, and has you decipher them, with his help, of course, if you need it. He finds it a fun, relaxing activity for the both of you. And he loves sharing his interest in numbers with his partner.

He loves settling down and cuddling with you. He’s had a very eventful life — both before being pulled into the fog, and during these times in the realm — and he loves that you can slow it down, and he can appreciate everything again. Clouds, grass, leaves, flowers…It’s been so long since he’s taken the time to admire the world around him, and as terrifying as the realm is, it can be beautiful, too.

He tends to be a very serious man, his job demanded it of him and the realm demands it, too. But you can bring out a more lighthearted side of him — one that loves to joke around and goof off. He loves making you laugh and having fun with you, now that he has the time to have more fun. He can really make you laugh sometimes, and then he sends himself into a laughing fit. 

Since you always listen to him talk about mathematics and codes and puzzles, he always listens to you talk about your hobbies, and he absolutely loves doing it. He loves the sound of your voice, and loves seeing you so happy talking about something you enjoy. Even if it’s not something he’s particularly interested in himself — he enjoys learning about it from you, something he otherwise never would’ve heard about. He loves that.

[g0blintears]

[Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Seven. Dark Sense

Time worked differently in the realm. Sunlight didn’t exist, and the sky was always painted a dark, inky black. Nothing was ever overgrown, and the survivors never knew when they were going to be summoned into a trial until they found themselves alone with only three other people in the middle of an abandoned campfire. If it wasn’t for the entity’s servant, who would often have a routine schedule for meal time, they wouldn’t have ever known when it was the appropriate time to eat and sleep.

Now having woken up from his rest, Felix, along with all the other survivors, found themselves sitting at various tables with their trays of plain bread and baked potatoes placed in front of them.

Currently, Felix sat in front of his childhood best friend, Élodie Rakoto. Wearing a loose fitted, long sleeve crop top that complimented the pendant wrapped around her neck, and dark black jeans that fitted for comfort, said woman with coily black hair and dark brown eyes was someone who usually carried herself with a smile of confidence and a face that always looked like she was coming up with mischief. However, as he whispered to her the current theories some of the other survivors had previously talked about, the woman couldn’t help but look at her blond friend in worry.

“You guys are planning to, what?” She asked in a whisper shout. Her eyes darted both left and right as she made sure to keep her voice low from wandering ears. “Are you guys actually doing this?”

“Well, the plan isn’t really in motion. We still want to gather more details and see if this is even worth working out. But, if they do show any signs of being capable to evolve, we will plan this out more thoroughly.” 

Élodie looked at Felix, dumbfounded before scoffing. With her fork, she dug into her potatoes. "You guys are crazy. So crazy." She muttered, her thick French accent seeping with each syllable. Stuffing her mouth with the unseasoned potatoes, she continued, "But if this plan of yours works, make sure the servant of darkness learns how to season. This shit tastes awful."

Felix sighed, “We’re being serious.”

“And so am I!” She exclaimed, pointing at Felix with her potato still attached to her fork. “Look at this! It’s not even cooked all the way! Last week Ace’s potato wasn’t even cooked! He and David ended up playing hackysack with it.”

Ignoring her words, Felix frowned. “I actually thought you’d be more optimistic about this.” 

Ever since he met Élodie on Dyer Island, Felix knew that she was someone who was stubborn and assertive. Élodie was always down for an adventure, someone who was willing to take risks. A troublemaker if you will. So imagine his surprise when his usually devious friend looked at him the way he usually looked at her whenever she had something crazy planned. 

Rolling her eyes, Élodie placed down her fork and sighed. “Look, we all want to escape, but trying to escape through the entity’s servant? That’s crazy! What if it backfires? We don’t know what happens to people that step out of line. It hasn’t been recorded. Hell, we don’t even know what happened to the people that were in this realm before us. All we have is that journal.” She then motioned to the book under Felix’s arm.

At her words, the man subconsciously gripped the leather binder. 

“And it hasn’t really been as helpful as we had hoped.”

Felix pursed his lips, “I know. But it’s a start, don’t you think?” The male’s grey eyes clashed with his friend’s dark brown eyes, his stare bored into her with desperation. “How long are we going to be here? How many more deaths are we all going to be forced to endure? If there is another way to escape this hell, why not take it? What exactly do we have to lose?” 

“We don’t know-” She began to answer, but was cut off by the blond.

“Exactly! We don’t know. Élodie, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been one to never shy away from the unknown. Back in Dyer Island, you were the one to encourage us to step out of our comfort zone. You were the one to tell us to accept ourselves, but to also be open minded to chance. You lead us to grand adventures, and that in itself should show how incredibly clever and brave you are. So why not take one more risk?” Although desperate, Felix’s words held his truth as he reminded his friend of their days back in their youth.

As he looked at his friend expectantly, Élodie chose to ignore his last question and instead crossed her arms over her chest and rose an eyebrow at the male. “Trying to use your flattery skills on me to get on my good side now, huh? Very sneaky of you, Ritcher.” 

For a moment, the male didn’t know how to respond. But as soon as he caught a glimpse of her smile, the male shook his head and let out an airy chuckle, “But it’s working, right?” 

Élodie hummed, “Very tempting, but I still think it’s a bad idea.” She then looked at Felix with a grimace on her face. “Plus, I don’t know how I can be of any help. You should know better than anyone that my memories and yours aren’t all there.”

Felix’s brows furrowed, the once laid back attitude he had with his friend diminished as he mulled over her words. 

“I know, but I still think you could help me explain some things to the others better. Unlike everyone else here, we at least grew up knowing of the entity’s existence before arriving here- especially you. You have at least some knowledge of creatures similar to the entity and its servant. That’s why we wanted to let you know what was going on. You can give us some more insight from your own experiences.”

Élodie looked around once more. Speaking of you and the entity made her skin crawl, almost as if you were listening to the two of them speak at that very moment.

“I don’t know…” She trailed off. Although she was unsure, Felix was right. They couldn’t go on like this. The pain of dying was agonizing, especially in the most brutal ways. At this point, she wanted to die and just stay dead. But of course, that wasn’t an option. So if they had to resort to wild theories, maybe it could possibly lead to somewhere better than here.

But there’s still a chance that this could end badly, very badly. She couldn’t think of what could possibly happen. Afterall, they’ve endured it all. What if there’s more though? Something worse? What could be worse than death in a form of recycled torture? 

She didn’t know. 

She wanted to take the risk, but at the same time, she felt hesitant. The last time she went into something without a plan, she had led her and her friends' parents to vanish. Her memories were foggy. She couldn’t remember much of that day, but she did remember that she was the reason the entity took them. She remembered the distraught and regret she felt once she exited that lab, but not with her parents. She remembered the spiral of obsession she went through trying to find them, all of it leading to where she is now. 

Into the unknown.

This plan, if gone through, could end badly. And she wasn’t sure if she could endure another incident like that again. Her once obsessed mind was now beginning to heal after all those years of guilt. Could she really go through it all again? Squeezing the fork in her hand, the woman shook her head. She couldn’t.

As though reading her thoughts, Felix reached out his arm from across the table, and squeezed his friend’s hand. Instantly, Élodie was brought out of her thoughts and gazed over at Felix with wide eyes. 

“I know what you’re thinking, and I promise we will be careful. You don’t have to help if you don’t want to, but I know your strengths and I know you could help us plan this out.” Giving the top of her hand one last squeeze, the male sent her a wink and a small smile. “Afterall, The Pariahs are smart and fearless, remember?”

Reminding her of their childhood friend group name, the woman instantly regained her confidence. She chuckled and shook her head, “Alright. Alright. I get it.” Pushing his hand away, Élodie went back to eating her now cold food. “Fine, I’m in.”

Brushing back his blond hair, the male grinned at his friend. “Good.”

Looking around for a bit, Felix watched as most of the survivors dispersed after their meals. One after the other, they all walked their separate ways until finally Dwight, Feng Min, Yun-Jin, Zarina, and Adam joined Felix and Élodie at their table.

Once the group was together, Felix spoke to the group.

“Élodie says she’s in.”

“That’s great! The more the merrier.” Zarina exclaimed, then clasped her hands together before gazing upon the group. “So, how’s this going to work?” 

“Well, we should figure out if this plan has the possibility of even working.” Adam interjected, “We don’t want to be too hopeful. We could be unintentionally screwing ourselves over by feeding the entity if we do so.”

“Mm, good point.” Min hummed, “Does that mean we shouldn’t tell the others?”

“Probably not.” Dwight muttered, and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “We don’t want to give false hope to the others and as Adam said, feed the entity. So let’s try keeping this to ourselves.”

“Okay, so don’t tell the others and don’t be too hopeful. What else?” Min quirked an eyebrow, looking at the group that turned to Dwight and Felix.

Dwight cleared his throat, “Well, since Élodie‘s agreed to help us, we can review what we do and don’t know.” His gaze then went over to Yun-Jin who was sitting at the far end of the table. “Especially since we have a newcomer in the realm.”

All eyes went to Yun-Jin, who brushed back her hair to hide her discomfort.

Élodie nodded, “Right. Sorry, I never introduced myself.” She then sent Yun-Jin a brief smile and a curt wave of her hand, “Élodie Rakoto, occult investigator.”

“Oh!” Yun-Jin’s eyes widened at this new piece of information. That explains why the others were so adamant on scheduling another group meeting but with Élodie involved. “So you’re familiar with all this stuff?”

“Yes. Both Felix and I have a bit of knowledge on the realm since we both grew up together, me a little more since I decided to make a career out of it.”

“Wait, you two knew each other outside the realm?”

Élodie snickered, “Yes, our parents were part of the same group called Imperiatti.” She then rubbed her temple in thought. Her eyes screwed shut as she tried to recall any of her memories, but as always, came back with nothing but static.

“Honestly I wish I could tell you guys what they did, but as most of you guys know, neither Felix or I have any memories of our lives that involve the entity or its servant. We just know that our parents were part of some sketchy ancient council that had something to do with the entity.”

“It wasn’t like worship, right?” Yun-Jin cut in, eyes wide as she stared at Élodie. She didn’t mean to sound judgmental, but from her perspective, if the two grew up worshiping the entity, she knew she could not trust them. “You guys weren’t part of a cult, were you?”

Élodie turned to her with a frown, “No. Well, we weren’t at least. I can’t speak for our parents, but I highly doubt it. When our parents were taken, I remember how scared they were for us. They fought off the entity. I just don’t remember what they did, but they ward it away long enough for us to escape.” 

Min groaned, “So we don’t know anything other than the basics from the journal. Great.”

“Journal?” Yun-Jin repeated, just as Felix raised up the book for her view. A dark leather bound book with yellow tinted pages was in full display as he placed the book in the middle of the table.

“It’s a journal written by a past survivor named Benedict Baker.”

Yun-Jin’s breath hitched in her throat, “Wait, what do you mean past survivor? There were others before us?” She then focused her eyes on Dwight, “People were here before you? I thought you, Meg, and the others showed up here alone?”

“We were alone.” Dwight confirmed, “When the four of us— me, Claudette, Meg, and Jake, when we arrived here, we were here alone. No other survivors. Just us at the campfire with the servant to greet us.”

Yun-Jin brought her hands to cover her mouth, “Oh my god. So there is a way to escape? Right? If there were others here before, where did they go?”

The group looked amongst themselves. 

“We don’t know.” Zarina interjected, her voice soft as she gazed down at the journal. “The journal just stops after ten entries. He claimed that it was becoming too much. His sanity was slipping and his hope shattered, so he left the journal behind. He apparently wrote more, but pages have been torn out.” 

Fuck.

Yun-Jin ran her fingers through her hair. Just as soon as she felt the sense of justified hope, it all came crashing down. “So we don’t know what happened to them?” She whispered.

More silence ensued.

“Well, from what Benedict wrote, with each "death" we become weaker. Little pieces of our souls get consumed by the entity. By that alone, we can only assume that— well...” Adam struggled to find his words. His leg bounced from under the table as his mind jumbled as to what happened to those past survivors. 

Fortunately, Adam didn’t have to finish his sentence as Feng mumbled under her breath what they were all thinking.

“They were devoured.”

Yun-Jin wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and throw a tantrum. She thought that there was no possible way to escape, but apparently there was, but it wasn’t as good as their own predicament. 

“…what happens if you’re devoured?” She asked, her voice hushed as she glanced at the group with red teary eyes.

Élodie sighed, “We don’t know…we could be met with peace— no longer feeling pain or joy since we would seize to exist, or we could be sentient and still feel every single pain of every life force the entity has consumed. But from my own studies on dark magic, I would place my money on the latter.”

“Oh god, what if we get devoured by going through this plan?!” Yun-Jin shouted, her eyes glanced at the group in alarm.

“Keep your voice down!” Min hissed, “We don’t want you-know-who to hear.”

“How do we know they’re not listening right now?” Yun-Jin scoffed.

“I’ve already checked with them and they’re preparing for the next trial with the killers.” Dwight answered, “So we have nothing to worry about.”

Yun-Jin frowned, “How do you know? I thought they were like— I don’t know, otherworldly? How are you sure they aren’t eavesdropping right now?”

“They may be a cosmic being, but they are far weaker than the entity, so they do have their limits.” Élodie reassured, “We’ve since learned that their omnipotent abilities aren’t as vast as we had once thought. My guess is that they can hear and see all, but they don’t truly hear and see everything. Like when looking at a picture for a moment, do you truly see all of the details in the work? Every paint stroke and sponge mark? Or when you are in a crowd in a city, you can hear bits of every sound, but not every conversation to its fullest extent. Since being in this realm, that is at least the conclusion me and a few others have come up with for their abilities.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Yun-Jin frowned, “Well, okay then, what if we get devoured, huh?” Yun-Jin snapped in frustration. “I thought you guys said that there was nothing to lose.”

“There is nothing to lose,” Min commented, sitting up straight and crossing her arms over her chest. “We get devoured if we go through with another escape plan or not. Might as well take the risk.”

“And we don’t know if those past survivors were devoured or not. For all we know, they may have escaped.” Zarina pointed out, easing the tension of the others.

Yun-Jin slowly nodded. Although she was still overwhelmed with all this new information, she at least could feel her worries ease as she was reminded that her survival was probable, she just needed the others to help.

“Fine then. What now?”

All eyes turned to Dwight. 

Said leader felt his face flush in embarrassment, but he covered it up by coughing into his fist. “Right. Well, now that we got most of the basics covered we should see if there is even a slim chance of the servant caving into an emotional connection.” His eyes then ventured to Élodie. “Is there a chance for them to rebel against the entity? Or at the very least, help us out?”

Élodie pursed her lips in thought, “Honestly? Yes, but a very slim chance. Back when I was collecting artifacts for my employer, he let me read up on ancient manuscripts, some of which described ancient gods called The Elder Ones. They were different forms of gods, some of which created the very concept of life and death. World eaters and realm creators. These gods would often create various sub species to play different roles.”

”One example of this being this really grotesque monster race that were built to be mountains of sorts, kinda like a living castle but with multiple mouths on its body. It was tanky, and at the very center of its core was where some of The Elder Ones would reserve their life force. They were usually seen as lower beings, and, well, they eventually gained consciousness and rebelled against The Elder Ones because of their lack of respect. Now it’s said that they peacefully reside as illusions of mountains and feed upon anything that stumbles across their backs.”

Élodie nodded to herself. Having read many manuscripts of different religions and tales, she often thought that maybe some of them were simply made up. However, being placed in the realm of the entity, having spoken to other survivors that come from vastly different times and worlds, she could undoubtedly say that it’s a possibility that some of those manuscripts told real lore of otherworldly places.

She just wasn’t sure how they could have possibly traveled from one realm to another.

“That’s just one example of the servant defying its role. There are many of these stories of creatures that would turn on their creators because they’ve either found a new purpose or were tired of the mistreatment.” Élodie bit her lower lip, “However, these creatures were always shown to be more…expressive than what we’re currently dealing with, so that’s why I think this theory can work to a certain degree.”

She then gazed up at the group, her eyes meeting Felix’s warm grey eyes.

“So you’re saying there is a chance?” He asked, eyeing his friend with a growing smile.

Élodie looked upon the group, all of them staring at her to give the final judgment. 

“Well, if there’s nothing to lose, I say let’s see if we can get a little expression on them.” She then grinned, the thought of this theory working actually sounded more and more real the further she thought on it. “If we can sway them enough, see if they have the capability to feel or even think to themselves, I think we have a pretty good shot.”

Looking at one another, the group found themselves feeling a wave of an emotion they haven’t truly felt in such a long time. It was a surreal feeling, and one that they all knew to be dangerous, yet they latched onto the feeling with an iron hold, refusing to let the emotion slip away into the entity’s grasp. 

They were going to get close to you. They had to.

The next trial was approaching, and so far, you hadn’t seen or heard from the killer who was supposed to be next to hunt.

Standing by the empty campfire, your dull [eye color] eyes watched as the flames of the fire pit flicker and dance. The crackling noise of the campfire burned as time went on, but it never once lost its flame. It continued to burn. Emitting a heat that you knew was nice for the mortals, but for yourself?

You took a step forward, your hand barely reached out to touch the flames.

It burned at your skin, but you couldn’t feel that. Instead, you watched as the fire engulfed your hand, not burning it and not causing it pain. Your fingers merely touched the flames, as though it was touching open air.

You couldn’t feel it. 

Suddenly, you put your hand down. Barely audible, you could hear breathing. Soft and scarcely present, but you could still make it out. It approached from the darkness of the forest. Despite knowing the intentions of the killer, you didn’t bother to move. Instead, you kept your eyes focused on the flames, awaiting the killer’s next move.

As quick as a shuddered breath, you could feel a presence loom behind you. One arm wrapped around your torso, and another holding out a knife in hand over your face.

The presence didn’t speak, but you didn’t need to see who they were to know who was behind you.

Your eyes glanced at the shining silver blade. A mirror image of yourself was present, along with the masked killer with a ghoulish appearance.

It was Ghostface.

[iamtrappedplssaveme]

Shot to the Heart (Deathslinger x Reader)

Obsessive behavior, murder (it's a DBD fic), violence, profantiy, alcohol, kidnapping

Requested by Airmanon - Wattpad

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You had been in the Entity's realm for a while now when a new survivor and killer arrived to the realm. The survivor was the first you met, introducing herself as Zarina Kassir. Her first match would not be with you however, as you went to the campfire to find Ace, Laurie, and Nancy would be your teammates.

You and Ace enter the trial in the same location. The sub-realm had a Wild West theme. Is the new killer a cowboy? Anyway, you are near a generator so Ace gets on it.

A gun shot rung across the location and Nancy screamed. You went stiff, beads of sweat rolling down your face. Ace didn't stop or make any sound and a peak at his face revealed he was doing his best poker face. So the new killer is a cowboy with a gun... Another scream could be heard, signaling Nancy had been put on a hook. Nearby, too. Your heartbeat grew in volume and speed. A generator was completed across the map and then... BANG!

You had been shot and were being pulled toward the killer. You finally got a good look at him. He definitely was a cowboy, but he also had glowing eyes, face injuries, and gray hair. An old cowboy for sure. He also in general seemed like a shambling corpse. Ace finished repairing the generator you two were repairing as you ran from the killer. You had dodged the next shot before dropping a pallet and running into a building. The building resembled a saloon and once you were inside, you hid. As your heartbeat calmed, a generator was fully repaired.

You started repairing a generator on the second floor of the building as Nancy screamed once more, indicating she had been previously rescued but was back on the hook. After a moment she screams again. Her final scream as she is carried up by the Entity. You didn't need to see it to know it was happening, you'd seen it time and time again. You had gotten a little more progress repairing the gen when Ace screamed. Another generator was completed.

A gunshot nearly misses you but Laurie stands between you and the cowboy, accepting to be chased as you go and save Ace. After healing Ace, you head back to the saloon with him to repair the generator. It had been kicked. Laurie was hooked. You make your way to the first floor and out of the saloon, running to save Laurie. As you did, Ace screamed again. Laurie goes to the generator in the saloon as you go to unhook Ace once again. Just in time, as that is when Laurie finishes the generator. However, Laurie is quickly hooked after that. As Ace saves her, you start opening the exit gate. Ace goes on the hook for the last time and is sacrificed. Laurie runs over to the gate and you get shot just as you're about to open it. Laurie runs over and opens it, but she was too late as you were being hooked. In desperation, Laurie unhooks you only to take your place. She is sacrificed as you run out of the exit gate. You survived, but at what cost?

As you healed in your tent, that cowboy's laugh played in your head repeatedly. He terrified you... but then, shouldn't all the killers? And yet... there was just something about him so much worse. You felt in your gut something was going to happen.

Things had gone on the same after that, you hadn't gone against the cowboy in a while but the others had. Even so, whenever you slept, you ended up having nightmares about him. Thankfully not Freddy level nightmares, but nightmares none-the-less. You hoped you wouldn't go against him too often. But then you started matching against him every trial. He would always tunnel you and camp at your hook. He wouldn't do that to any other survivor. Did he have something against you? Then you started being put in the Dead Dawg Saloon in between trials instead of your tent.

You tried confronting him about it, "Why do I always end up here?!?!?" At first, he wouldn't answer until one day...

"BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE!"

"Your's? How am I your's?"

"You're beautiful/handsome and tough. You always escape in trials with me. You're perfect." You didn't respond. He caressed your cheek, "I'm always thinking about you, and you think about me don't you?"

"I... I need to think." You run off and hide in a bush somewhere. He didn't follow. You wanted to cry, but the Entity had other plans for you. A trial against The Shape. And he didn't give you the attention The Deathslinger did, not that you minded. It was probably a good thing. You were the last to die, but he mori-ed everyone. You hated when he brought Tombstone and the hair.

After the trial, you were back in your tent but you felt like you were being watched. Your next trials were all free from The Deathslinger. You hadn't really made friends but you needed a friend to get your mind off The Deathslinger, so you started talking to Dwight. He was in all your trials anyways. But you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched...

Your next trial was against The Deathslinger and your teammates were Dwight, Zarina, and Min. You and Dwight spawned near eachother and started repairing a generator when you started hearing the heartbeat. That's when you knew it was him, but he ignores you and went searching for Dwight. By the time Dwight had been hooked, 3 generators were completed. You went for the save but he stopped you, holding you back. He held your head by the chin from behind to face Dwight. His other hand was firmly on your left shoulder.

"What is he to you?"

"M-my friend!" The last generator was completed seconds after the one prior.

"Wrong answer." He one hit downed you. Exposed No One Escapes Death. Your teammates hurriedly opened the gate and were chased out. You watched Dwight die on the hook. The cowboy never returned to hook you, leaving you to bleed out. Everything went black.

You awake behind the bar in Dead Dawg Saloon with your arms and legs bound with rope. You weren't gagged, so you tried chewing the rope around your arms. Once they were free, you used them to untie the rope around your legs. As your ran out of the saloon from the entrance behind the bar, your heard thuds, the sound of footsteps as he entered the building. You went to hide in a corner of the map and hid behind a wall before you burst into tears. You tried to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't hear you.

He sat with his head on the table as he drank the liquid in his glass. You weren't going to return his affections, he didn't expect you to. Then you entered the saloon. He immediately perked up and looked at you. Your motions were slow and drawn at as you sat at the table with him.

"Y/N..."

"I will stay, but please don't tie me up again."

He looked into your eyes angrily, "I gave you space to think and you took that opportunity to get all close with Dwight of all people!"

"He's just a friend, believe me."

"Just a friend? You were going to him every opportunity you got, I saw!"

You spoke calmly, not trying to argue, "So you were spying on me?"

"Maybe I was!"

"You know what, I don't care. What are you drinking anyways?"

He calmed down, "It's whiskey." You take his glass and chug it. He stands up, "What was that for?" You shrugged, not telling him you would rather be drunk than fully aware of your current situation. The cowboy leaned in so his face was inches away from your's. "You're cute." You looked away. That's when you both got pulled into a trial.

You made sure throughout the trial that he didn't see you. You did not enjoy being around him and definitely did not enjoy knowing that you'll have to see him after. Claudette was now on a hook, you rescued her. Then David was on hook, then Claudette again, then Min. They had all been downed close to the same time. Luckily, you managed to save David who saved Min while you saved Claudette again. By the end of this, you ended up being the last one left alive and escaping through the hatch.

Later still, he was sent into a trial without you. You cried with a smile on your face and sang softly to yourself. The words were chosen as you went, you didn't feel like singing a real song right now. Sometimes you did, but right now you did not. "I am alone... I miss the world. My life, my friends. Now, stuck here, he breathes down my neck. I just want to be free!" You would do this whenever you were alone.

Then, you had been pulled into a trial without the cowboy, whom you now knew to be named Caleb. The killer this time was Legion, Frank specifically. All of the survivors, including you, ended up being moried. When you returned to the saloon, Caleb noticed your wounds and seem surprised.

"So you were killed in that last trial?"

Your tone was grim, "Moried..." He hummed in response. You went to your corner and he did not follow. You started singing. The song was Here's Your Perfect by Jamie Miller.

"But you won't see me break, call you up in three days. Oh send you a bouquet saying it's a mistake. Drink my troubles away, one more glass of champagne. And you know I'm the first to say that I'm not perfect and you're the first to say that you want the best thing but now I know a perfect way to let you go. Give my last hello, hope it's worth it. Here's your perfect." Little did you know, you had gotten carried away and he heard your voice. It was beautiful, more so than anything he had ever heard in his life. He was beckoned by your voice, mesmerized by its charm.

"Oh my dear Y/N, you have the voice of an angel!" You jumped when you heard his voice, face going completely red. He looked into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into an embrace.

Maybe you could give him a chance.

[dweetwise]

my brain decided to have a cute dream about zarina, and now it’s time to simp <3

ship: zarina x reader warnings: none word count: 500

Zarina x reader: Revolutionary beauty

In the Entity's world, you can never take anything for granted. The rules and locations of the realm are ever changing, forcing its inhabitants to adapt.

But there's one thing you know for certain, a constant that stays the same no matter the Entity’s influence.

Zarina Kassir is beautiful.

Her narrow face, sharp features and determined eyes that see through any bullshit. Her petite frame, hiding incredible resilience and proving she's not to be underestimated.

But it's never been purely shallow. It would be easier, if it was.

It's her willpower, her drive to do her absolute best even in the direst of circumstances. It's how she never leaves anyone behind, going as far as to make herself vulnerable to help others. Using her wits and experience to take any edge over the horrible monsters hunting her and others. It's her unwillingness to give up, dead set on finding a way out, brushing off gratitude by claiming she was just doing the right thing.

All the while never sparing anyone's feelings.

“I was finishing my gen—” Ace tries to reason after the latest trial gone wrong.

“No, you were rummaging through the basement chest," Zarina interrupts sharply, hands on her slender hips. “I have kindred; I saw you, you moron.”

The gambler flounders for an excuse under her scrutinizing stare. Next to you, Feng snickers at his misery.

“Oh, don't even get me started,” Zarina accuses, turning to face the gamer, her messy bun bobbing with the motion. “We would never have been in that situation in the first place, if you hadn't tried to greed for a lost generator.”

“It was 99!” Feng protests.

“That's no excuse,” Zarina says, crossing her arms covered by a camouflage shirt, the pose highlighting her exposed midriff. “Getting grabbed off a generator next to the hook is what cost us the win.”

“I think you're just salty that your sweet honey-poo got camped to death,” Feng snarks, shooting you a not-so-subtle smirk.

Zarina's beautiful face morphs into a scowl as she glares at the woman, and it’s enough for you to decide to step in.

“It's okay, babe,” you say, standing up from your seat to come up beside Zarina. “It was an unlucky trial; let's just forget about it.”

She sighs, but instantly seems more relaxed, her defensive posture softening as she leans into you just the tiniest amount.

“If you say so,” Zarina relents.

It's touching how she always stands up for you, even when you think there's no reason to. It's just one of the many reasons you fell for her in the first place.

“Come on, let's go,” you encourage, gently grabbing her hand.

“Alright,” she says, her serious face breaking into a small smile as she meets your eyes.

Zarina starts to tug you along to the edge of camp, her warm hand clasping your own.

Not for the first time, you realize how incredibly lucky you are to get to call her your girlfriend.

[gnarlybxstard]

So, I wrote something for the Deathslinger aka Daddy Caleb and yeah...lol. 🙃

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Survivors

👓 Dwight Fairfield 👔

👟 Meg Thomas 🏃‍♀️

🧪 Claudette Morel 👓

🏞 Jake Park 🏕

🖼 Nea Karlsson 🛹

🎃 Laurie Strode 🗡

🃏 Ace Visconti ♠️

⌚️William "Bill" Overbeck 🪖

🎮 Feng Min ⚙️

🥊David King 🏈

💤 Quentin Smith⏰️

🔫 David Tapp 🧢

🎸 Kate Denson 🏵

Kate Denson x Reader headcanons Violinist

🥼 Adam Francis 🪨

🎨 Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen 🎸

🎤 Jane Romero 📺

🏍 Yui Kimura 🔧

📑 Zarina Kassir 📹

🔦 Cheryl Mason 🌫

🏛 Felix Richter ✏️

🔍Elodie Rakoto 🔦

📀 Yun-Jin Lee 🎶

📟 Jill Valentine 🔫

🚔 Leon Scott Kennedy 🔫

📖 Mikaela Reid 👓

🕶 Jonah Vasquez 🧮

🌊 Yoichi Asakawa ☂️

🔦 Haddie Kaur🎙

👠 Ada Wong 🎧

💉 Rebecca Chambers 🩹

🔮 Vittorio Toscano 📜

🔧Thalita Lyra 🪁

🪁Renato Lyra 🎸

⚙️ Gabriel Soma 🪛

[d34dg1rl5]

TRICKSTER x READER (Dead by Daylight)

A/N: So, Trickster is the newest killer in the Dead By Daylight universe. He isn't even "official" yet, as far as I know he is just in the BETA-build as test version. I actually don't know that much about him, just what's in the DBD-Wikia. But I am already in love with this dude, i mean, just LOOK AT HIM! Anyways let's go on with the story-

(Y/n) wakes up on the map of the Gideon Meat Plantage. Her/His head hurts abit and she/he gets up. "Oh god.. Not another trial.. It's the fifth trial I'm in this day!!", (Y/n) cusses and starts walking around. After a while, the girl/boy finds the first generator near the basement and starts working on it. "I wonder where my other teammates are... I haven't seen them since the start of the trial..!" Suddenly (Y/n) could hear a painful scream from the basement and quickly hides in a locker hoping the killer won't find her/him. She/He lurks out from a small gap of the locker and could see Zarina Kassir being dragged to the hook by no one else than the Trickster. Quietly waiting for Trickster to leave (Y/n) waits to save Zarina so she could still be in the trial and not be sacrificed by the entity. 

Trickster finally leaves the basement and (Y/n) slowly pushes the door open and runs to her team mate who is dangling at the hook. "I'll save you, just don't scream!", the girl/boy hisses at Zarina and helps her from the hook. "Thank you, (Y/n).. We gotta leave the basement before the killer comes back..!" She limps out of the basement and (Y/n) runs after her injured friend. 

After a while of running Zarina stops behind a big rock and kneels down. "Could you heal me please?", she says and (Y/n) nods patching up Zarinas wounds. "There.. All done! Let's stick together until the end of the trial.. It's more save that way..!" The two survivors quietly start walking around looking for a generator when they could hear another teammate being wounded by the killer. "Shit.. I think that was Yui.. We should fix these gens! C'mon!!" Zarina hisses and (Y/n) looks in Yuis direction. "I think we should help Yui..!" Zarina sighs. "We said we'll stick together... Okay then, go help her, I'll see if I can fix the gens." 

Quietly (Y/n) runs off for Yuis rescue but just as she/he arrives, the Trickster moris Yui. He throws her lifeless body to the floor and grins while playing around with his pocket knifes. Just as he was about to go away, he sees Nea hiding behind a rock. She also had the same idea to save Yui from the killers grasp. The Trickster runs after her and (Y/n) sighs. "Nea is giving us enough time to make the gens work..!" The girl/boy runs to a gen near her/him and starts working on it while hearing Nea scream in pain. "I would love to help but I can't risk getting killed.. I want to get out of here alive..!" 

Meanwhile four gens are fixed and Zarina meets (Y/n) at the last gen. After a short amount of time the gen clicks and the sirens start to howl. The doors are now able to get opened. Running around like lost dogs, Zarina and (Y/n) try to find the exit and finally find the gate. (Y/n) pushes the handle down and after a few minutes the door starts to open. But the exit is locked with spikes coming out from the ground. "SHIT!! The killers perk has activated.. We need to find another gate!" Zarina yells but suddenly gets hit with a pocket knife. She screams and starts limping away quickly. "Zarina!", (Y/n) yells and tries to run after her but she/he could hear the Tricksters wicked laugh ringing through the cold air. Quickly, (Y/n) hides behind a bush full of thorny roses and cuts her-/hisself accidentaly. The girl/boy hisses and looks at her/his injured hand, which starts bleeding slightly. Suddenly Zarinas scream could be heard. 

(Y/n) looks around and gasps. She/He has the perk called Empathy, so she/he can see their allies auras. Zarina is just getting moried by the killer. Quietly gasping (Y/n) crawls around. She/He is now far away from both exit gates. The girl/boy gets up and looks around. The killer is good at hiding and tricking people so the last survivor has to be really careful now. (Y/n) runs around as her/his heartbeat increases which means, that the killer is near her/him. Suddenly the girl/boy gets hit by a knife and immediately falls to the ground. "OW!!" The Tricksters evil laugh could be heard right behind her/him. 

"I already thought I lost you, darling!" He grins and kneels down beside his injured prey. "I am sure my fans would've loved you. You look so pure and delicate. A perfect girl for the perfect K-Pop-Idol!" He stands up and laughs like a maniac while (Y/n) is trying to crawl to the hatch that has just spawned. "Uh uh uh! Where are you going kkoch*?" Trickster stands in front of the hatch and closes it right in before (Y/n) could escape. He smiles and grabs the girls/boys body and carries her/him bridal style to one of the hooks which are standing nearby. The ruthless killer puts his victim on the hook and watches as the girl/boy gets stabbed by the entity and sucked up into the sky. 

Grinning Trickster waves after her/him. "Goodbye aga**! I'll see you at the campfire!" The man sends a kiss after her and turns around walking to the exit.

*Kkoch = Flower, **Aga = Baby

[red-doll-face]

Masterlist

red-doll-face slasher blog masterlist!

Hello! Welcome to my blog! This is my masterlist, where you will find almost every piece I’ve written. Each piece has additional warnings at the top so please check those!

Updated: 07/21/21

A small legend: 

gn: gender-neutral

tm: trans masc

afab: assigned female at birth

f: fem reader

m: male reader

nsfw: content that is usually sexual in nature

hcs: headcanons

pieces: usually 180-1800 word drabbles

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn 

Jealousy hcs m

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

For you. f (mentioned) pt.1

Dedicated To You.  gn (no mentions of gender) pt.2

Sanguine gn

Mojito gn

Rob Zombies Michael Myers 

Hcs:

x clumsy goth Reader gn

x Reader (related to Loomis) gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Full Course gn slight nsfw

Michael Myers

Hcs:

Taking Care of Sick S/O gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn despite prompt

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn 

Mark of Incision f nsfw  (a 6 chapter au for michael myers: a little ooc AO3 link)

Pieces:

locked in. pt.1 gn

keeper. pt.2 gn nsfw

Under a Blanket of Blue gn nsfw

Heavy Metals gn 

A Friend from Work gn

(There is another section for Michael below, the difference being Dead by Daylight standards bc I know some people don’t play this game. It’s not that good. 😔)

Bubba Sawyer

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Domestic Fluff hcs gn

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Feral Alt s/o gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn

Pieces:

Right Action gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 37 gn

Free Room gn nsfw

Billy Lenz

Hcs:

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

x shy goth Reader gn

x trans masc Reader tm 

x reader who loves plants gn 

Pieces:

Sleeping Dust Bunnies gn

Vulnerability gn nsfw

Lent tm

Angst Prompt 23 gn

Asa ‘The Collector’ Emory

Hcs:

x Detective!Reader gn

x Blind Singer!Reader gn

x Reader who attracts bugs gn

Pieces:

Lovely Letters gn

Anything gn

By Similar Methods gn

Catalogs gn

I Don’t Live Today gn

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m 

Pieces:

In the Middle of May afab nsfw

Harry Warden

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x clumsy goth Reader gn

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

Light Headed gn nsfw

Daniel ‘Candyman’ Robitaille

Hcs:

x Reader with allergies gn

Brahms Heelshire 

Hcs:

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Dead by Daylight Killers

Max ‘The Hillbilly’ Thompson Jr.

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sad Hc gn 

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn 

Pieces:

Red Strings gn

Snow Blind afab nsfw 

Michael ‘The Shape’ Myers

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

My Blue Heaven gn pt.1

Blues in the Night gn pt.2

Drabbles gn

Sad Hc gn

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Hcs:

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Male s/o with a dog m 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Bargaining with the Devil gn nsfw

Nothing More  gn

Drabbles gn 

Anna ‘The Huntress’

Pieces:

Kiss Prompt 11 gn

Kiss Prompt 47 gn

Kiss Prompt 50 gn

Drabbles gn

Evan ‘The Trapper’ Macmillan

Hcs:

x Male s/o with a dog m

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Drabbles gn

Susie ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Can I uh kiss you?”  gn

Pretty Little Black Eyes gn NSFW

Amanda ‘The Pig’ Young 

Hcs: 

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” gn

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

Joey ‘The Legion’ 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader  gn 

Sad Hc gn

Kiss hcs + blurb gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pyramid Head ‘The Executioner’

Pieces:

A Case of Bleeding Flesh gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka

Hcs: 

Sick Reader hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

A Star in the Night afab nsfw

Bubba ‘The Cannibal’ Sawyer: 

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Rin ‘The Spirit’ Yamaoka:

Adiris ‘The Plague’:

Caleb ‘The Deathslinger’ Quinn:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Ji-Woon ‘The Trickster’ Hak:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Nemesis T-Type ‘The Nemesis’

Hcs:

Fluff hcs gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Already Yours angst gn

Herman ‘The Doctor’ Carter:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Hcs:

First Kiss  gn

x Killer s/o gn 

Sad Hc gn 

Pieces:

Core gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

David King

Pieces:

Gratification gn nsfw

Quentin Smith

Hcs:

General cute hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Angst Prompt 7 gn 

Claudette Morel:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Meg Thomas:

Ace Visconti:

Feng Min:

Laurie Strode:

Jane Romero:

Yui Kimura:

Zarina Kassir:

Cheryl Mason:

Élodie Rakoto:

Steve Harrington:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Yandere Prompt ‘You’re all I ever think about’ gn 

Jeff Johannson:

Kate Denson:

Yun-Jin Lee:

: Let me know if any of the links aren't working. Please read warnings at the top of each post I don’t mean to upset anyone. Thanks for reading !! :

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Dead by Daylight x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

by Foxynite

Words: 62, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Halloween Movies - All Media Types, Left 4 Dead (Video Games), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, Saw (Movies), Ash vs Evil Dead (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Silent Hill (Video Game Series), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dwight Fairfield, Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Nea Karlsson, Laurie Strode, Ace Visconti, Bill Overbeck, Ash Williams, Feng Min, David King (Dead by Daylight), Quentin Smith, David Tapp, Kate Denson, Adam Francis, Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen, Jane Romero, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Yui Kimura, Zarina Kassir, Cheryl Mason, Evan MacMillan | The Trapper, Philip Ojomo | The Wraith, Sally Smithson | The Nurse, Lisa Sherwood | The Hag, Max Thompson Jr. | The Hillbilly, Michael Myers, Herman Carter | The Doctor, Anna | The Huntress, Leatherface | Bubba "Junior" Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Amanda Young, Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown, Rin Yamaoka | The Spirit, Frank Morrison, Julie (Dead by Daylight), Joey (Dead by Daylight), Susie (Dead by Daylight), F.J.S.J. | The Legion, Adiris | The Plague, Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face, Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Kazan Yamaoka | The Oni, Caleb Quinn | The Deathslinger, Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Additional Tags: NSFW, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

[spookysnicket]

Blog Rules 👻

Hello loves, it’s spooky! Thanks for stopping to read the rules! I try to keep this updated for mobile readers, however some sections may not be the exact same as how it is from the link on my blog. Rules and character lists below the cut. If asks are open, request away ❤

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Hey! Thanks for stopping by to the read the rules, ilysm,,

Remember to check my description to see if requests/matchups are open! *If you send something in while they’re closed, I still might do it, but it’ll get put at the bottom of the to write pile. However, please know this is not a guarantee.

PLEASE do not follow this blog or interact with my content unless you are 16+, and do NOT send ANY NS!FW requests unless you are 18+. If you are under 18, I ask you to please blacklist/block my tag #NS!FW before interacting. I don't mean to judge anyone, however minors interacting with any of my ns!fw content makes me extremely uncomfortable. Thank you for respecting that in advance (:

INFORMATION FOR MATCHUPS:

*Spooky’s matchups include a pairing with ONE of the characters from my lists based on information you give me, followed by AT LEAST 5 (likely more) personalized HCs for you and your match. Feel free to add NS!FW bits and send a matchup request in for an OC. My matchups are based on the character I think would be most compatible with the information sent, however if you would like a specific character, or like to avoid a specific character, please go ahead and mention that in the request. Please use these suggested points when submitting a matchup request to help me better choose your match:

The preferred gender(s) for matches

Your personality/personal traits/attributes

Your hobbies or skills

OPTIONAL: 3 words to describe yourself with

OPTIONAL: What you’d like in/from a match

OPTIONAL: A brief description of your appearance

OPTIONAL: Your preferred pronouns

OPTIONAL: Preferred a slasher, non-slasher, dbd killer, or survivor match

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RULES:

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I WILL:

Do any format for requests- (if you don’t give me a format, your request will most likely be written as hcs) This covers headcannons, fics, drabbles, shorts, and reactions (GIFs & HCs)

Cover angst and a majority of sensitive topics, only excluding any super out-there kinks and things like excessive non con or vivid abuse (everything will be tagged accordingly)

Do multiple characters for one request

Take NS!FW requests, however these might take longer

Write for a reader with any gender identity, sexual and/or romantic orientation, disability/disorder, etc- HOWEVER I will not write for a reader of any certain ethnicity (outside of matchups), as something I write could be offensive and I don’t want to take that risk

I WILL NOT:

Write anything NS!FW for characters who are canonically minors, nor will I age them up just to write NS!FW requests for them; however I will write for childhood prompts

Write for AU prompts, unless they’re really interesting, I’m just fairly terrible when it comes to writing anything outside of realistic fanon/canon

Write anything I deem too OOC for characters requested, aside from crack for fun

Write character x character WITH THE EXCEPTION of certain poly! x readers

*If you’re still unsure if you can send in your request after reading these, send me a message or ask about it on anon! I’ll get back to you ASAP!

SLASHERS I WRITE FOR:

Jason Voorhees🏒 *NO NS!FW

Thomas Hewitt 🍴

Bubba Sawyer 🐓

Billy Lenz 👁

Billy Loomis  🌂(polyface 💕)

Stu Macher 📞 (polyface 💕)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (1988) (x Tiffany) 🧸

Tiffany Valentine (1998- human only) (x Charles/Chucky) 💄

Leslie Vernon 🍎

Bo Sinclair 🔧

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

Lester Sinclair 💀

Patrick Bateman  💳

Michael Myers 🔪

Norman Bates  🐦

Amanda Young ⚙️

*NO NS!FW FOR CHUCKY (I can’t figure out how getting it on with a doll would work)

NON-SLASHERS I WRITE FOR:

Carrie White (Novel & 1976 adaptation)✨ *NO NS!FW

Jennifer Check 💋

Brahms Heelshire 🔥

Hannibal Lecter 🧠 [x]

Eric Draven 🌧

Jack Torrance 🥶

SURVIVORS I WRITE FOR:

Randy Meeks (1996) 💿

Anita ‘Needy’ Lesnicky 💔

Dwight Fairfield 🍕

Meg Thomas 🏃🏼‍♀️

Claudette Morel 🌷

Jake Park 🌲

Nea Karlsson 🛹

Laurie Strode 🎃

Ace Visconti 💵

Feng Min 🎮

David King 🍻

Quentin Smith 😴

Kate Denson 🎸

Adam Francis 📖

Jeff Johansen 🤘🏻

Jane Romero 📺

Yui Kimura 🚦

Zarina Kassir 🔍

Felix Richter 📐

DBD KILLERS I WRITE FOR:

Evan MacMillan ⛏

Philip Ojomo 🚗

Max Thompson Jr. 🐑

Sally Smithson 💔

Anna (Huntress) 🧸

Rin Yamaoka 👻 *NO NS!FW

FJSJ (All Legion members) 🎭 *NO NS!FW FOR JULIE & SUSIE

Adiris (Plague) ☣️

Danny Johnson 📸

Kazan Yamaoka 👹

Caleb Quinn ⛓

Herman Carter ⚡️

CHARACTERS TO BE ADDED:

N/A

*Characters with an [x] by their name are characters I’m not as familiar with or are ones who I don’t have a 100% solid interpretation for

*Feel free to suggest characters you want to see, I’ll add them to my list! If I can’t find the movie a certain character is from, I’ll end up doing research on them until I think I can write them well enough (:

*FOR CHARACTERS WITH MULTIPLE VERSIONS: Please specify which version you’d like- otherwise I’ll write for a combination of their timelines

*Thank you again for reading the rules, I owe you my soul ❤️❤️ And happy requesting!

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a fic! this was commissioned by @memoryofheather, my very first commission :-) if anyone else would like to commission me, [i am open!]

pairing: zarina kassir x F!reader word count: 879 warnings: none summary: Zarina had asked you to meet her by the campfire. You weren't sure why.

Sat by the campfire, Zarina hums a tune to herself. It was one of the few she could remember from her childhood, one her mother sang to her on the rainy days she came home from school sobbing her eyes out. Although this moment wasn't quite the same, it calmed her nerves all the same. She fiddles with her bracelet and glances around, unsure what to do with herself. She knew she shouldn't have started waiting for you so early, but she did, and there wasn't any possible way she'd just stand you up now.

A few more minutes went by -- though to her, they felt like hours -- before she heard rustling in the brush. She straightened her back out and looked over, her eyes sparkling and face flushing the moment she saw you walk through the shadows in the trees. You were wearing the same thing you always wore, like her, but she always thought you looked so beautiful. You were such a beautiful and powerful woman.

Zarina scoots over on the dirt as you approach the fire, giving you space to sit down next to her. You brush off a space on the log and sit just above her, and you smile at her.

"So, what's so important?" you ask her, tilting your head into your shoulder.

"Huh?" her query was instinctual, she hadn't processed your question yet.

"You wanted to talk by the fire, just the two of us," you shrug, "I figured it must've been important. Is it?"

"Oh. Um..." Zarina was never one to stutter. She always knew what she wanted to say, and she was never afraid to say it. "Right. Yes, I...I did want to talk to you about something very important." she brushes some stray hairs behind her ear and breaks eye contact.

You raise an eyebrow, and lean down closer to her, resting one hand on her shoulder, then sliding it over the top of her back to rest on the other. "Well, whatever it is, I'm here to listen." you reassure her.

Zarina glances over to you for a few moments. Yes, you were always there for her. Always. You were always by her side, when permitted. She smiles to herself. Her eyes dart back to the distance, over the burning fire.

"We've known each other for a while," Zarina started, though, honestly, it was difficult to gauge how long it had actually been. Time wasn't much of a thing here. It had felt like years, but it could've just as easily been months, or weeks. "And we know each other pretty well. Right?"

You nodded. It was true; the two of you had shared a lot of secrets, and many more vulnerable moments than that. Companionship was important here, and closeness even moreso.

Zarina nods, too. "You're such an amazing woman," she was back to looking at you, now, a certain glistening in her eyes. "You're so beautiful, and so smart, and so strong..." she smiles warmly.

Your cheeks darken, and you giggle. "Did you want to talk privately just to compliment me, Zari?"

She giggles a bit too. "No, I..." she runs a hand through her hair, "I wanted to tell you, I...I felt like you should know...I'm in love with you."

For you, for a few moments, time freezes. It was like taking a picture; Zarina's sweet face, illuminated by the fire, the warm red-orange brightening her hopeful eyes. She was always so gorgeous, but right now, especially so. You couldn't believe what you had heard. You. She was in love with...you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same." Zarina tilts her head down to catch your eyes. "I just...felt like you should know."

"No! I..." you blurt out, then bite the inside of your cheek. "N-no, I...I, uh..." you clear your throat. So, this was really happening. "I...I love you, too."

Zarina seems taken aback for a moment, her eyes wide. Neither of you seem sure what to do next, unmoving, your eyes locked onto each other. Silence came over both of you, nothing audible but the fire crackling; it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, though. Just starstruck.

You finally decide you should break the silence. “I, um…I never knew you felt the same way, Zari.” you say softly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time…” Zarina admits, “I just…well, I didn’t know you felt the same. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I would’ve been so upset if I lost you.”

You feel your heart flutter. Sure, you’d always known your relationship was important, for both of you. But hearing it was that important to her, as important as it was to you, so important it had to be protected, at the cost of telling each other the truth — it was really something else.

You slide off the log, and settle yourself next to her, pulling her close against your side. Zarina freezes at the sudden contact and her cheeks flush deeply. You chuckle a little and crane your neck down slightly to kiss her on the cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush. “I love you, Zari,” you repeat.

Zarina can hardly contain her giggles. “I— I love you too.”