#ace makes stuff

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I've wanted to redraw that "evil clowns need love too" picture with Pennywise and my sona/self-insert for months now. I loooove how this turned out teehee 😈💕🤡

Closeup and reference under the cut :3

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Camera Roll

As Mary Earp’s girlfriend…

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Extremely goofy post

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William Afton x Avery Foster (selfship)

Pictures from Pinterest. Lyrics from “Yandere”, by Jazmin Bean and “Killshot – Slowed + Reverb”, by Magdalena Bay

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Amanda Young x Ace McKenzie (self-ship)

“What if it happens again?” The words came out weaker than I’d have liked them too. More scared. Her thumbs brushed against my palms, against the pale mangled scars there. The sheer conviction that burned in her eyes was almost enough to convince me, as was her unwavering voice as she said, “It won’t. I won’t let it. I promise.” As if she’d personally fight Jigsaw if he came to take one of us a second time. And I believed her. Because I’d do the same.

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How about ☔️ ? As for the f/o, I leave the choice entirely to you :3

☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?

I’ve had some serious Mandy brainrot today, so I went with her for this! Also the snippet got away from me schwoopsieeeeeee lmao. No real content warnings here aside from a couple suggestive lines. For the most part it’s just cutesy fluffy stuff!! :3

I tapped a fingernail against the glass, breath leaving a puff of condensation from just how damn cold it was outside. “I don’t think this is gonna let up anytime soon,” I admitted. We’d already waited at the diner for a half hour longer than we’d intended. The rain had only gotten more intense, pounding against the window as if determined to force its way inside.

Amanda made a noncommittal sound of agreement. She looked tiny on the other side of the table, as if the faded red vinyl of the booth was going to swallow her up. But she looked at ease with that idea. At ease just sitting here, drinking endless amounts of coffee and talking about nothing. Talking about everything. As if the world didn’t exist outside the preciously unremarkable 24 hour diner.

As much as I wanted to wring Jigsaw’s neck for what he’d done to me – to us – I had to admit. I did appreciate the little things so much more now.

“We can’t just stay here all night.”

“Why not?” Mandy asked, propping a fist against her cheek and fixing me with a wide-eyed, almost pleading look. But she had on a soft smile. Fuck, I wished I could capture the image of her smile in my brain forever.

“You can’t expect me to sleep in these booths. Who knows the last time they got cleaned with more than a wet cloth.” I said it jokingly, but the idea of passing out here did have me repressing a shudder. It’s not like a Jigsaw trap could solve my goddamn germaphobia.

She glanced out the window and sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

She sounded so reluctant, it took everything in me not to capture her hands and say, If I could spend the rest of my goddamn life with you trapped in a mediocre diner just to see you smile and laugh and never worry again, I would. I wish I could. I want to. But that wasn’t the reality we lived in, the reality of long work days and paying rent and the hell of our own minds and the quiet nights with too few hours.

I shrugged with an apologetic smile. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Amanda met my gaze. “Yeah,” she said softly. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Because there had to be. For us, there had to be a tomorrow. We'd fought and maimed and killed to live to see that tomorrow.

We split the bill, Amanda tipping back the last bitter dregs of her coffee and me tipping back the last heart-destroyingly sweet dregs of mine, then threw on our coats and huddled by the door. Neither of our coats were waterproof. Neither of us had brought an umbrella; neither of us even owned an umbrella. The fucking forecast had said it wasn’t going to rain till past midnight, but the fucking forecast had been wrong.

“On three,” Amanda whispered.

“This is gonna suck,” I whispered back. “It’s gonna be cold as fuck.”

“I can warm you up afterwards.” Amanda gave me a pointed look. I couldn’t help the stupidass snort that escaped me. “Okay. One…. Two…..”

“This is gonna suck so bad.”

“….Three!”

She shoved the door open and bolted. I was right behind her. The coats did absolutely fuckall. I was soaked and shivering in seconds, teeth chattering so hard I could practically feel my skull vibrating. I was right. This sucked ass. But at least there weren’t that many other people out because of it. We raced down the sidewalk, barreling through the puddles in our wake and not stopping once, because if either of us stopped it would be even worse starting again.

It felt like it took fucking forever to get back to my tiny apartment, and I was trembling so hard it fucking hurt, but we made it. I yanked off my boots, peeled off my drenched socks, and hurled my equally-soaked coat onto one of the kitchen chairs. “Holy FUCK it’s cold.”

Amanda was on me in an instant. She was soaked too, her coat shed alongside mine and her hair plastered to the sides of her face. She looked like she’d been thrown into a washing machine. But she was standing on her tiptoes and had her arms thrown around my neck and was pressing kisses to my face and I couldn't ignore the sheer delight that made me feel.

“I said I’d warm you up,” she said slyly.

….She did say that, didn’t she? Well, who the hell was I to say no to that offer?

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NN!Freddy Krueger x Ace Henderson (self-ship)

The edge of a blade caressed my nape, tracing over the sensitive skin like a cold, deadly kiss. A promise, a threat, an idle movement that meant nothing more? It was hard to tell with him. Though his nose sweetly brushing against my cheek as he leaned down to peer at my notes suggested the latter. It reminded me, faintly, of a predator sniffing out its prey. So….. what did that make me? The hare that fell in love with the fox, the mouse that fell in love with the cat, the sheep that fell in love with the wolf? And what did that make him, if he returned the sentiment?

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Hey there, welcome to my selfship sideblog! My name is Ace, and I love villains, monsters, and morally questionable characters. I mostly reblog stuff, but on occasion I'll post original thoughts, writing, and art too. Feel free to vibe or send asks!

I don’t have any DNI criteria, just be 18+ and respectful, and please do NOT bring discourse onto my blog. I’m a horror and Gothic lit fan who studies literature. I don’t have time for pearl-clutching, finger-pointing, or all-or-nothing statements with no nuance.

In that vein, there will be cutesy soft stuff here, but there will also be NSFW, dark, and horror-related content as well, so proceed with caution. Feel free to ask me to trigger tag things. I can’t guarantee I’ll say yes if it’s something I reblog/post about frequently, but there’s no harm in asking 💜

I follow back from @/ace-of-hearts-and-spades. Dividers by @/pixopix.

My F/Os:

Pennywise (It 2017). Status: selectively sharing. Tag: 🎈

Gabriel May (Malignant 2021). Status: sharing. Tag: 🧠

Amanda Young (Saw). Status: sharing. Tag: 🧩

William Afton/Springtrap (FNAF). Status: sharing. Tag: 🐇

Andrea Beaumont/Phantasm (DCU). Status: sharing. Tag: 💀

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street). Status: sharing. Tag: ⏰

Retired F/Os:

Jack Griffin (The Invisible Man 1933). Tag: 🧪

Karlach Cliffgate (Baldur’s Gate 3). Tag: ⚔️

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Others selfships: anything about other people's selfships!