[jadeslashes]

꒦꒷ [ JADE / JAY ] ⎯ 19 : he/they/she/it : nb & bi : autistic : slasher, villain & monster fucker.

⋆ ⎯ 18+ blog, nsfw !

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: TAKE MY HEART,

✩ INFO & DNI.

✩ WHO I WRITE FOR.

✩ REQUESTING & ASK BOX RULES.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: FROM INSIDE MY CHEST.

⋆ ⎯ SLASHER MLIST ┃ DBD MLIST ┃ CM MLIST

[mothhball]

Murderer? I hardly know her! transparent ver under the cut

[iamwatchingu27]

I'll be the No 1 men runner

[jadeslashes]

HIIII!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG ❤️❤️❤️

I feel kinda weird requesting this since it's one of the first times I've ever requested, but how about a jester reader (gender neutral or male, you decide) with Pinhead, Chatterer, and Jonathan Crane?

like, the reader constantly cracks jokes (some funny, some not), pranks people, is clever, playful, has literally no fears, etc.

sorry if it's too much :(

can I be 🐓 anon?

꩜ ⎯ includes: the cenobites ; jonathan crane.

꩜ ⎯ gn!jester!reader.

꩜ ⎯ rating: fluff <3

꩜ ⎯ warnings: hellraiser canon typical violence & descriptions. ambiguous mention of alcohol in dr. crane’s part.

꩜ ⎯ note: hii 🐓 anon sorry i took so long 2 post this hi, tysm for requesting n feel free to rq again or say hi <3 i merged chatterer and pinhead’s bits to just be all of the cenobites bc it made more sense to me i hope that’s ok :’) also thx for requesting for my fav characters atm ily /p

⛓️﹒THE CENOBITES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

after coming across the lament configuration by chance, you’d become obsessed with the mythos surrounding it. the stories, incredibly few of them that there were, of extra-dimensional beings known as the cenobites, and how this puzzle box that you held now, your fingers working away at it, was a door to their dimension.

your fingers ached from the hours of nonstop work on the configuration, determined to solve it even if it didn’t yield the opening of a door between dimensions as the legends said it would. when you’d first gotten your hands on the box all those months ago and learned of its mysteries, you doubted that there was truth to any of it. that it was simply an urban legend.

even just hours ago, you still would’ve said that the cenobite mythos were bullshit, just an intricate and macabre story someone made up. but as time ticked on, and you couldn’t take your hands or focus from the box, your belief began to waver.

and then it happened. you solved it. and with the sound of a bell tolling from some place far away, the realization that you were wrong washed over you in a cold, all consuming wave. and the tolling of the bell sounded closer with every ring.

the seconds before they appeared dragged on like hours. of everything you’d heard about them and this puzzle box, you wondered during this time—as one of the walls of the room you stood in began to unfold itself—which parts of them were true.

the accounts of the cenobites being creatures of lovecraftian caliber, beyond the reaches of what a human mind could grasp, had been false. they were humanoid in the very least, but somewhere in the dredges of your mind you knew that they were human. not now, but maybe before they’d been decorated with devices and means of torture that only existed in fragments in your world.

unsure of what else to do or say, and so fearful you couldn’t even feel your legs as they struggled to hold you upright, you asked who they were.

the being with pins sticking out of its head answered. though, their response didn’t truly answer anything.

“explorers in the further regions of experience—demons to some, angels to others.”

it was them. the cenobites. if you’d been reading this in a book or watching this happen on a screen (and honestly, that’s how it felt, like you were watching this happen to a character in a movie, even though the cenobites were standing right there, almost within arms’ reach) you’d have thought that sounded badass.

and furthermore, you’d have found the designs of these beings divine. you sympathized with the poor human beings trapped beneath pain and desperation. and yet, on the opposite side of that sympathy, you found their pain beautiful, found them beautiful.

and it was then that you noticed the scent of vanilla that they carried.

you were already doomed for all of eternity to unending torture and pain after you somehow managed to solve the lament configuration. might as well make the best of it, right?

“you opened the box, we came.”

“that’s what she said :)”

you couldn’t wipe that idiot smile off your face, even with four extradimensional beings looming over you, all their expressionless faces remained unfazed by your joke. and it wasn’t even that good of a joke.

absolute silence save for the sounds of… chattering teeth?

what an interesting eternity this is gonna be!

you’ve never not been able to at least get a chuckle out of someone, so when you started throwing punchlines around in the torture room with the four beings, to make yourself laugh and suppress the cosmic fear of what an eternity of suffering will be like, it was jarring to hear nothing but the sounds of rattling, clinking chains and the buzzing of flies in response.

no matter what you do, you cannot get a single laugh out of any of the cenobites. they’re stone faced and reactionless at every joke you try to land.

but hey, with the cenobites, no reaction is better than a bad reaction. you weren’t getting disemboweled and mutilated punchline by punchline. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that maybe they were entertained by you. maybe that human part of them hadn’t been completely extinguished.

except for chatterer, though. you’re not sure if it’s distaste or amusement that the cenobite is trying to express when it chatters after a punchline. with its face being mangled to the point of being nothing more than a mouth outstretched with metal hooks and shallow, skin-covered indents where eyes must’ve once been.

🐦‍⬛﹒DR. CRANE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

the stone-cold, clinical demeanor of dr. jonathan crane seemed tough to crack. or maybe he just wanted to come off to people that way, and no one had ever tried.

to everyone else, jonathan was an intelligent, if a little bit dull, psychologist. a psych professor, a doctor at arkham, the scarecrow. someone to be taken any way but lightly.

but your playful demeanor and (sometimes funny, sometimes not) jokes didn’t discriminate. and you wouldn’t dull yourself down just to appease someone, like dr. crane, who appeared to take life way too seriously.

in the break room, at meetings, wherever you two saw each other, you were always smiling, sharing something funny with your coworkers. it was charming to dr. crane.

and on top of it all, you wouldn’t exclude him. when you were telling your jokes and stories, getting laughs out of everyone, your eyes would always welcomingly meet his, inviting him to be a part of it rather than acting like he wasn’t there and assuming him to be a bore.

even in the occasional one on one interactions you had with him, this didn’t change. sometimes you’d even get an actual laugh out of him, something that you never really saw him do otherwise.

whenever you saw the smile that you’d gotten out of him break across his lips, and heard his stiff but amused laugh, you could never get yourself to stop smiling. and you’d feel yourself start to heat up with embarrassment, smiling like an idiot at him.

then the two of you would straighten up, as if reassuming the emotionless facade of arkham employees, tell one another to have a good day, and move on.

getting him, of all people, to laugh was a testament to your good humor!

and you got him to do way more than laugh, too; you’d managed to get him on multiple dates. but if anyone ever asked you about your relationship with him, you wouldn’t say a word about how much it’s grown.

being coworkers at a place like arkham, it wasn’t wise to let the word spread and draw so much attention to the two of you. for the sake of carmine falcone’s operations, which both you and jonathan were a part of facilitating at the asylum, you and him needed to blend in.

but during the time that you’d spend with him where it was just the two of you, at one of your homes sharing a drink in the living room, he’d began to loosen up considerably.

his real laugh is a little cold, but smooth and usually fairly quiet. he typically doesn’t burst into laughter, but you can always get a genuine chuckle out of him. if you can get dr. jonathan crane to laugh you can probably get anyone to laugh.

as much as your indiscriminate, timeless jokes were the reason jonathan was so drawn to you, it was still a detriment at times. times like meetings and dinners with those who you and jonathan work for.

it didn’t matter to you if these meetings were the wrong place to crack your jokes, even in spite of the unimpressed, dirty looks they’d earn you from your overseers.

in front of them, jonathan won’t crack even the slightest hint of a smile for the sake of being professional (unless it’s funny enough).

if it’s funny enough, you’ll get a stifled chuckle before he clears his throat and corrects his posture, making sure to maintain his reputation. while you stand beside him, trying and failing to hold back that smile, as always. it made you feel like two school kids trying to silence your laughter in fear of the teacher noticing.

and then when the moment’s passed and nobody’s looking, he’ll shoot you a scolding glance asking: why would you do that??

but somehow, unlike anything or anyone else, your smile is his weakness. and when you softly chuckle about how funny it was, jonathan’s sternness lifts and you two share a laugh.

[viledom]

[belovedinfidels]

i think these bitches fuck pretty similarly - mean and nasty and nothing to set a wedding date to - but i think jonathan is kinda clinical about it and jackson is more amusing. jonathan’s not one to really smile or lose his inhibitions, but he isn’t entirely without feeling. i think, like the psychologist he is, he talks you through it, and isn’t entirely opposed to pet names or praise. he likes treating sex like an elaborate experiment. he’s too busy watching and recording (sometimes literally, sometimes mentally) to lose himself until he wants to. he’ll tie you to bed with his tie and see how many times he can make you cum until you cry your pretty overstimulated tears, and in a detached, doctoral tone he’ll rise from between your legs and say something like ‘very good’ & it amazes you how little he concentrates on his own pleasure until he’s ready. he lasts less when it comes to anything to do with fear or uncertainty though - blindfolds, whips, wax play, etc, etc.

jackson enjoys fun. he wants to press your face into the ground. he likes the sting of rug burn on his knees and his hands after. he likes folding over you and pressing his lips against the shell of your ear and whispering things like ‘what a pretty fucking whore you make for me baby.’ and he kinda likes it when you’re not entirely submissive. pull on his hair and scratch his back. leave red indents on his ass and worry his lip between your teeth until you taste copper. hold his gun to his head and play a bit of russian roulette. terribly fucked up men

[mothhball]

could I offer you a soapbox and a megaphone, my liege?

[mothhball]

currently thinking about Jonathan Crane getting up in the morning.

Rubbing his sleepy lil eyes and reaching for his glasses

super lackluster breakfast bc I KNOW this man is not a morning person and he might even skip eating altogether (at least he has coffee)

getting dressed and just standing around in his little sweater vest while he picks out the rest of his suit

I know I'm babygirl-ifying him so bad, but PLEASE

[mothhball]

this has been in my brain for so long

[makeyoumine69]

[fanofspooky]

[jadeslashes]

Do you like Mortal Kombat? If yes who is your favourite character?

decently into mk bc of my boyf so i’m kind of a fake fan, but general shao & baraka i will not explain further

[jadeslashes]

might be time to redo my blog again tbh,, i miss my red theme </3

[jadeslashes]

been basically inactive for like a while but i’m back w a vengeance pookies‼️

updates for sit down beside me (my jonathan crane fic) r coming soon AND i added jerry dandrige to my character list!! send requests!!!!!! be gross and weird in my asks box it’s slasher breeding season guys cmon

[makeyoumine69]

1 year ago, on September 23rd, I posted my very first Patrick Bateman fic, and that day changed my life. I had no followers, no friends, and I didn't expect my fics to get any attention at all. Patrick became my biggest inspiration and the most comforting character I could have ever dreamed of.

Despite the fact that Tumblr can be very cruel and depressing at times, after a year of being here I now have almost 2.5k followers, and I've met so many amazing people.

So I just want to thank everyone who has ever read my stories. Every like, every reblog, every comment makes me happier and motivates me to keep going. I've written over 100k words for Patrick, and I hope this is just the beginning!💗

My special thanks to my mutts who have always been there for me, I love you guys!🥰💓😍 @sleeplessphantom @lissasharp @theesirenteller @moosesquirrelrb @melis-writes @melis-writes @thvshusband @ahsxual @nervousbananacupcake @r04dk1ll-w4nn4b3 @bookwormvoyageuse @whereireid @bunnylouisegrimes @thecitysgraveyard @tres-spades-hotel @bluujaiwrites @jacktorrancekinny @ladyalexandranna @jadeslashes

[jadeslashes]

ghostface (dbd) with an S/O who has hypersomnia, and is just a sleepy gal?

✩ pairing: the ghost face x hypersomniac!reader.

✩ warnings: mdni, no nsfw but still tbh.

✩ note: i didn’t expect to love this idea as much as i did, hope you like it <3

first of all, jed olsen is always down for naps as a date

each time you come over he’s got all the pillows and the coziest blankets in his house on the bed just for you <3

if he sees you yawn or start to get quiet he immediately asks, “getting sleepy, lovely?”

a lot of the time you’ll wake up to him after falling asleep while he’s over, and he’ll have some snacks and a kiss waiting for you

occasionally though, you’ll wake up to an empty room, confused until he comes back, with some sort of little gift for you

or, you’ll wake up and suddenly he’s in your room with you when he wasn’t before

“hey, i was wondering when you’d wake up”

he’s so sweet and so comfortable, you consider him to be a perfect match for both you and your sleeping habits

and jed considers you a perfect match for him, too

in part because, unbeknownst to his sleepy significant other, getting snacks for you to wake up to isn’t the only thing he leaves and comes back for

he knows your sleep schedule very well, knows about when you’ll be waking up and therefore when he should return

he doesn’t always make it on time though, and when he doesn’t, he compensates by stopping at the store after visiting his most recent victim to pick something up for you, then comes back

everything about your relationship is a win-win for him, his guise of being a loving boyfriend keeps you from asking questions (not that you’d ever even ask, you were the last person to suspect anything of him)

don't get me wrong, jed is head over heels for you, the fact that he can commit his crimes while you sleep is just a (massive) bonus

and if he was ever questioned, he'd always have you as a verifiable aliby

things between you two would stay perfect, until your infallible sleep schedule changes, and you wake up one night with him gone, not for the half hour (if that) it would take to go pick up some of your favorite candy, but for hours

when you started asking questions, jed didn't know what to do, he didn't want you to know him as danny johnson, he wanted to remain as the perfect boyfriend he'd made himself out to be

but he stayed calm, made some excuse or another, that he needed to stop in at work to finish something that would've been late if left undone, that he was stuck in traffic or had car troubles; anything to fix this slipup

so long as it didn't happen again, things could stay perfect for the two of you

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: lmk if you guys like this concept and want a part two w more angst and possibly somno if y’all r down for that lmao

[horrorfilmdyke]

ewww youre Not a gross freak... ? thats so weeeirddd.. i dont think we can be friends sorry

[horrorfilmdyke]

some people assuming this post is a joke... im always so serious about loving gross freaks and you should be too

[jadeslashes]

OOOOOHHHHH HIIIII OKOKOK ever since Singularity was released I've been so in love oh my god monster fuckers unite

Could we maybe have something with yandere Hux? There's a new survivor (gn reader) and something just snaps in Hux and it just has the need to like own the reader. Whatever it has to do to get the reader, it will do it.

Let's say that the Entity wouldn't allow that. So during matches, Hux gets the other 3 survivors out of the way so it can get some time with the reader. And may Entity have mercy on any unfortunate soul who tries to get between Hux and the reader.

Ofc totally fine if you don't want to write this!! Thank you for your time ilysm!!

✩ pairing: the singularity x gn!survivor!reader.

✩ warnings: yan stuff, slight descriptions of gore & violence (the singularity’s mori), nsfw; mdni. specific tw’s under the cut.

✩ note: MONSTER FUCKERS UNITE thank you sm for this request it’s like exactly what i was hoping for when i made the post saying i write for hux now!! also it got a little nsfw at the end i hope it’s okay w you👉👈 i had sm fun writing this, sorry it got a little long.

✩ tw: smutty implications but no detail (do lmk if you want a part two w those details though🫣).

this amalgamation of flesh and metal had a very limited spectrum of emotions, and in terms of the humans it was only more limited; only experiencing disdain and the acute awareness of superiority in the presence of them

seeing you was like finding yet another alien crystal that granted hux a new set of emotions and awareness, something that the half-human-half-machine was not meant to feel

it wasn’t love, a creature like hux could never comprehend such a primitive and all-too-human emotion like that

it was something similar, though; need, an intense need

but that word didn’t quite encompass the feeling either

it confused hux, maybe even scared it

maybe the human components of hux’s body were taking their toll, giving hux the primitive human qualities that it hated

this was something that hux needed to overcome and get to the end of, and the only way to do that was to follow through, let this feeling lead hux so that it could end it

but in a trial with three varmints getting in its way, bringing all four survivors—and most importantly, you—closer and closer to escaping hux’s clutches, it wouldn’t be so easy

in its computer brain, it deduced that the quickest and most efficient way was to get rid of the other three, get you alone

one by one you’d hear the screams of your fellow survivors in the distance, paired with the unforgiving and impersonal voice of hux

“it will be fast, possibly painless”

none of them standing a chance against hux and it’s determination to get them out of its way

and by the end, it’s all too quiet out, and you’d have to be beyond lucky to get the remaining generators working in time to escape unharmed

making your way around the map, desperate to find the hatch—your last hope—you come across the sprawled and unmoving bodies of one, two and three of the other survivors

their faces utterly decimated, hardly human anymore, now just the viscera that made them up before

you were alone, and seeing your dead friends with melted faces brought you to one conclusion; that you were staring death in the face, and the same thing that happened to them would inevitably happen to you

the mechanical sound of hux stepping toward you solidified it

now that you were standing right in front of hux, completely at its mercy, it realized it still didn’t exactly know what it singled you out for, what it’d do when it got to this point

the machine’s hesitation, although short, gave you time to admire its mangled form, beautiful in a way

overcome with that feeling of obsession, hux just kept following the same instinct that brought the two of you here

maybe it was another fault of hux’s human components, a driving force that couldn’t be comprehended by such a superior computer brain

it was biological, a desire coming from the weak, needy flesh that hux had sculpted itself with

in such a primal, depraved state, the machine realized what it had done all of this for; what it needed

hux needed to own and claim you

in hux’s unrelenting grasp, you try to wiggle to free yourself

“squirm, little worm”

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: THX 4 READING.