Includes: Jesse, Asa, Jason, Look-see, Daniel, and Thomas
Holding hands with Jesse
Jesse likes to hold hands often, no matter where or who is around. He would just kill anyone who shows any disgust or discomfort as his affections for you
Jesse likes to run his thumb over your knuckles, he loves the look of your smaller hand that he holds in his.
Loves the look of his gloved hands holding yours
He tends to take your hand and press your knuckles to his temple and close his eyes as he imagines his future with you.
Holding hands with Asa
Asa doesn't hold hands often, he definitely dislikes holding hands with others around but if it will help his image he'll hold your hand, unless he is home and feeling kind he lets you hold his hands
He likes it when you hold one of his hands in both of yours, it makes him feel wanted and feels like you need him
He also likes to make eye contact with you while you hold hands, mosty likes to hold hands at night in bed
Holding hands with Jason
He loves to hold your hand but he is just very shy, if you hold his hand he will gladly take yours and would hold your hand as long as you would like!
Jason likes to slightly swing your hands, he doesn't realizes he is doing it but once he notices he would get shy and try to pull away embarrassed but if you tell him its ok and swing your hand he will feel much better
Holding hands with Daniel
Now as much as Daniel loves to hold hands he gets a little insecure, he is scared to hurt you with his hook and would hesitate at first but once you reach for his hand or hook it lights a spark in him
He likes to hold your hand while his hook lightly trails your jaw as he tells you sweet nothings
Doesn't care for others watching as he would want to be more romantic and intimate
Holding hands with Look-see
Look-see has very very large hands and feeling your hand completely covered by his hand he would take that chance any chance they get
They purr quite loudly as you hold hands and he likes when you run your fingers over his claws they also enjoy when you kiss their hands
Holding hands with Thomas
Thomas loves holding hands, he gets a little shy around his momma and likely won't around Hoyt or Monty but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hold your hand
He loves holding hands in bed after a long day and he just curls up to you and wraps his arms around you holding both of your hands close to your chest, he feels truly blessed to have you
I'm going to share with you guys some headcanons I have of my dear, beautiful and wonderful princess Daniel Robitaille :3 (aka. Candyman)
❗Remembering❗
Everything I say here is my interpretations of the character and >>my<< headcanons about him. If you have another interpretation, agree or disagree, you are free to share your opinion in the comments 👍
Let's start
✿~Favorite hobbies, skills and talents
• Daniel Robitaille is a talented and very detailed artist. He always seeks to do the best in his paintings. He likes to put passion into everything he does.
He has loved painting since he was young, which is why he studied at the best schools of his time to create magnificent works. He enjoys learning and applying new techniques to his arts.
• In addition of learning the best painting techniques, he also learned to behave like a polite gentleman in the society, learning to dance, speak several languages and play an instrument.
Not that he needed to prove something to someone, but to challenge himself. He likes to learn new things.
• He knows how to lead a waltz like no one else. He is a gentleman from the 19th century, and at that time, if you wanted to conquer and impress the most beautiful women in the ballroom, you needed to know how to dance. And Daniel is the best in terms of charm and elegance when dancing.
• He is bilingual, knowing how to speak French perfectly and a little bit of German. He knows how to speak other languages such as Greek and Spanish, but due to lack of practice, he remembers very little of the lessons from his time.
• One of his favorite hobbies, besides painting, is literature. He loves romance and poetry books. His favorite type of romance is those that end in tragedy. For him, there is something poetic about death and love. If you mix the two in the right amount, it's a perfect dramatic love story.
• He was taught to play instruments such as piano and violin, but he was not very interested in learning that. He is more of a listener than a musician.
• He loved going to concerts and theaters when he was alive, his favorite type of music is serene, sweet as honey. And his favorite type of theater plays are mainly dramas. But he loves a good comedy.
✿~Favorite foods and colors
• Daniel Robitaille loves good food (and who doesn't, right?) He loves roast meats, savory pies, cakes and any type of sweet.
• He loves shortbread cookies accompanied by good coffee sweetened with honey. After all, he loves sweets and sugary things.
• His favorite type of sweet pie is lemon or cherry. He loves chocolate and strawberry cakes.
• He is also a fan of good wine. He likes the ones that don't have a very strong flavor more.
• He loves colors like yellow or red (he looks good in red.)
✿~Love, sexuality and relationships (and a little of lore)
• Daniel Robitaille was and IS a very charming, seductive and charismatic man. So much charm that he could have the most beautiful girls he wanted... And the most beautiful men too.
Daniel has been interested in many women of his time, even men, but he can never date or seem interested in any man, oh no. Never!
It was a difficult time for a black person, imagine a black and queer person. Bisexuality was something abominable in those times. Many desires were repressed, forcing him to hide in the shadows. But he found safety in the lips of his beautiful muse and beloved Caroline.
• Daniel loved Caroline like he never had before. His passionate young heart was emotional, and full of affection. The two loved each other very much and swore their love every day and night. For him and Caroline, their love was strong and not even that prejudiced society could separate them. Even after their deaths.
• Daniel after spending years wandering throughout the afterlife like a ghost, waiting for someone to summon him again, he found a shelter in the underworld so he could rest while waiting to be called again. There, he sympathized with a hideous demonic creature not receptive or pleasing to people's eyes, but to his, he was the most beautiful in all of hell. The Hell Priest Pinhead
• It took a while for the cenobite's heart to soften, but he was unable to resist Daniel's charms. The two fell in love and live off the pleasure of each other's love, the comfort in each other's arms. Daniel loves his beloved Pinhead intensely, just as he loves him just as much. Intense, pleasurable.
• Daniel can finally explore his sexuality, discovering new things about his own body and mind. Feeling and satiating every bit of what Pinhead had to offer him. Intensifying the love he felt for Pinhead and his pleasures. He loved him. He loved him so much that he chose to remain in hell with his beloved for all eternity. Even if someone summoned him again, and he went to the world of the living, he would always return to his beloved.
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✿~Other things he likes
• Daniel loves cats. He always wanted to have cats when he was alive, that's his favorite type of animal. He acts tame when around kittens, always wanting to pet them and play with them.
• He also really likes birds, he likes to hear their serene singing when he is in the world of the living.
• He also likes butterflies, they are his favorite insect. He likes how their wings are colorful and have different patterns. It gives him a lot of inspiration to paint when he see one flying.
• He doesn't get along very well with dogs, they are too noisy and agitated for him, so he avoids them.
• He loves flowers, all kinds of flowers. He likes their colors, their smells. They are all beautiful to him. Red roses, lilies, hyacinths and chrysanthemums are his favorites.
Request: I deleted the ask 😭, but it was about Candyman/Daniel Robitaille with a chubby/plus-sized significant other.
Warnings: canon backstory
So, back in the 1870s when Daniel was alive, plus size was not appreciated in society. After all, corsets were a major part of the fashion. If you were a woman and plus-sized, you were cast out. As a man, the consequences were less final, but still, you were not taken seriously.
However, I don't think the Candyman shares that mindset.
Daniel was born as a slave, a rich one, yes, but still a slave. He had little to no rights, even if his family was wealthy.
And he witnessed what happened to the other slaves who didn't have money. He'll never forget the images of malnourished slaves being beaten to death.
In his mind, weight equals financial stability. You have money to buy food, so why bother thinking about weight?
The fact that you look nothing like the starving slaves of his time just calms his mind.
He feels obligated to keep you healthy and happy. Daniel can cook, and he will do so often. Food is a luxury to him, and he tries to give you the best he can offer. You will simply never go hungry with this man.
If other people comment on your body, and he's close, he'll quickly dismiss them with a cold remark. Daniel can be extremely intimidating when he tries, and his sharp tongue mixed with his deep voice are enough to keep rude people away most of the time.
And oh he's so sweet afterwards, wrapping an arm around you protectively, complimenting your look, so you don't feel bad. If he could, he'd protect you from all these mean comments before they reach your ears.
The man loves sleeping on you. Daniel is a pretty dominant lover, but there are times when he just wants to rest on your chest and have you hold him.
He loves touching you, too. The way his large palms wander over your skin makes your body tingle.
As a painter, he tries to capture your beauty the best way he can. Heavily detailed paintings of you, beautifully adorned with colors, perfectly blended, so you look like a deity, as well as countless body studies of your nude form. He's so in love with you.
Daniel is very, very romantic. That and his unnatural strength often help flatter you. Lifting you when you need something, carrying you around: he tries his best to show you that you're not "heavy" to him.
Nicknames. He likes to use old-fashioned ones like "love" or "darling" but with that voice of his, any nickname sounds breathtaking. He knows how much you like to hear him talk, too.
Prepare to be praised to the moon and back. Especially late in the night when you're about to sleep, he enjoys whispering compliments in your ear.
Daniel will buy you clothes. Especially sundresses are a weakness of his. Anything that has a wide, swishy skirt makes him weak in the knees.
And the look in his eyes when you wear said sundresses? He is stunned. You sent the poor man to heaven.
EEEEEEETINA aaaaAAAAA Aight homie: Leslie, Candyman, and Herbert with an over sensitive s/o who gets really upset when being yelled at, even if they know that it wasn't meant in a mean way, they just can't help but almost cry? Look, man, were my overly sensitive empaths at?
Ahh, Whiske yes! I will hopefully do the best boys the justice they deserve! I am very excited to write for Herbert and Candyman now, so let’s see what happens! Thanks as always for being patient, love you, horror mom!
Though I feel this, I feel like at most times I’m overly sensitive and it’s a bitch. But I hope the wait was worth it, hun!
Leslie, Candyman, and Herbert West with a sensitive GN!S/O
Rating: Sadness.
Length: 1.8k
Leslie Vernon
You knew better than anyone that Leslie had been a more passionate person than you were used to, he was eager to learn and take what he’d learned to apply it to his work. It was something he threw himself into and sometimes that meant he had become so focused that things around him didn’t register right away.
You were more than okay with this setup he had, you had both established your feelings about it and you understood to a point, but you found it best to stay out of his affairs, it helped you separate everything that it came with Leslie being a slasher. Though it didn’t bother you so much with the killings, it kind of bothered you how distant and far off he seemed to be whenever he came back around. His visits were brief to the point you figured that moving in with him would help more so it wasn’t so out of the way.
Turns out it helped a little, but there was a huge breakthrough for him while he was in his scouting phase and he seemed generally excited by finding his perfect final girl. You were happy for him and celebrated, though you did end up wondering what would happen if things went south, but you pulled yourself from the shiver-inducing thought and congratulated him once again.
But as days passed, you grew more and more worried, watching the news talk about the upcoming anniversary of the Vernon’s deaths, it was a lot to handle for you, so all you wanted to do was communicate your worries. You didn’t mean to bother him as soon as he walked through the door.
“Les, I’m worried that you’re getting into something that you can’t come back from and I just-”
“Hey,” his voice was firm and you stiffened, “not right now, okay? I’m a little busy. I gotta get to Eugene before he takes off.”
You stand there and bite your bottom lip, screaming at yourself not to cry, you CANNOT cry, not in front of him. Leslie didn’t take immediate notice of your stunned silence, but when he did, his expression dropped and he glided to your side. “Shit, babe, no I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean to sound so- ugh, I’m sorry.” He’d pull you into his grip and wouldn’t let go until you told him you were fine. He didn’t want to leave with you being upset, he hated it and forgot that sometimes his voice could be so firm, he didn’t mean it. Leslie never meant it.
He’d pull away with both hands on your shoulders, looking at you with a soft face. “You know you’re my world, right? You know that, I could never be mad at you.” He’d once again pull you into a hug and nuzzle against the side of your face, whispering that he could sound like an asshole sometimes, but you were his world and you of all people were the one who stood here and supported him. He canceled his meeting with Eugene to stay back and make sure you were back to feeling okay again, which was always a wonderful feeling.
Leslie was passionate and headstrong, but he also had a good sense of your emotions and felt awful when he was disregarding how you felt because of his work. You kept him grounded.
Candyman/ Daniel
He was a whispered rumor on the corners of the streets, he came to be because they believed, because YOU believed. He usually kills those that doubt his existence in order to keep his name alive, but when you called upon him and he sensed the heart of a true believer, he didn’t know quite what to make of you. He was entranced for sure, and you were one of the sweetest souls to grace his presence in such a long time, his true muse.
Daniel, as you now knew him by, had stuck around you since he was first ‘summoned’, just appearing and reappearing at will around your home. He startled you for the first few times he had decided to visit, and he did get amusement out of your reactions. But he had noticed that most days you were drawn into yourself and quiet, which he had found to be rather normal behavior from you. He thought nothing of it, though when in those rare moments you truly smiled, it caught him off guard and stirred something deep and hidden within him, something so human.
He had been gentle from the beginning and had always spoken to you as if he had the patience of a saint, so when his voice would raise, it would throw you off and you would internally panic, so you had to separate yourself from the room before your emotions got the better of you. When he had been pulled away from you due to the shameful non-believers who slandered his name, his reputation, he would grow irate and would feel like a shadow of his former self, all of that hatred and fear and despair bubbling back up to the surface. His voice raised as he belted out his frustration, not at you, but near you, and you didn’t handle it well.
Your body seized and you sat there on the sofa, hugging your knees to your chest as you buried your head in your hands as you thought of anything but the yelling, the tears threatening to escape as you sit there and attempt to drown everything out. He’s completely unaware of this though, he hadn’t risen his voice in front of you before, this was new, it was terrifying.
Daniel appears what feels like moments later as he looks around, confused, not seeing you anywhere until his eyes land on a form on the sofa. He kneels down to reach you and placed his non-hook hand on your shoulder, his voice is soft again. You perk your head up, your eyes glassy and your cheeks streaked with tears. His eyes widen at the sight, seeing you so fragile, so scared, it hurt him. He takes you in his arms and just wraps you with his scent, his ghostly warmth, and it slowly soothes you back into comfort.
He won’t speak right away, allowing you to calm on your own terms, but once you begin to squirm in his grasp, he releases and looks at you, offering the kindest smile. “What’s troubling you, sweet one? Did I upset you with my tone? I swear, I didn’t mean to, you know this, don’t you?” All you can do is nod your head sleepily, wanting nothing more than to be cradled against him and just allow yourself to melt against his touch, to forget the feeling of fear, and just live in this moment with him.
After some time, you pull away and tell him that you understand, it just sets something off that you can’t control and it’s a natural reaction. “Oh, sweet one, never apologize for your emotions, I should be the one begging you for forgiveness.” Of course, how could you resist that charm when he was so incredibly sweet to you? You couldn’t help but smile and rest your forehead against his. “Don’t worry, there’s no need to beg,” you replied playfully through your tears.
Herbert West
Herbert was one to usually, if not always, to be oblivious to others around the house let alone someone else being in the room with him. You being a bit more distant wouldn’t even set anything off in him to think there was something about you that needed tending to, but there were those rare moments you would both be in the same room and he would be a completely different person; softer, more open, and just a tad bit more vulnerable.
His lab work in the basement was and always will be a priority to him, and you knew this going into this odd sort of relationship with him, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. Sometimes if he wasn’t focused so hard on something, he’d notice you down in the lab and watching him intently, his hands at work while you either watched or just read a book, he found it rather endearing. He grew used to your presence being there when he came to his senses, but most times he was too concentrated on the task at hand that he forgot you were there.
Herbert loses his cool rather often, that’s been known to everyone who worked with or near him, he wasn’t the calmest person in the room, but he thought rationally and he was incredibly intelligent and devoted. Though that devotion came with its ups and downs, including some of his experiments tanking and not coming to fruition. This frustrated him greatly, so much to the point he’d slam his fists down onto the table and yell.
The first time that happened was a time you would never forget only because it was the most scared you’d ever been in your life. Something went wrong and Herbert’s reagent didn’t have the effect he wanted it to, things went wrong and nothing had been going right for him that day, he was so frustrated that he had a terrible outburst with you in the room. He tried to control himself when you were in the room but today, it was one of those times his mind escaped him, he wasn’t aware of everything in the room, he only saw red.
When Herbert came to and calmed down, all he saw was you hidden in the corner of the lab, your body shaking from the stifled sobs, and all he could do was stand there, frozen. He felt foolish, idiotic, for letting himself become so enraged. How could he lose himself in front of you? When he finally felt it necessary to step closer, the pain that stabbed him in the stomach when you flinched was too overpowering. Herbert fell to his knees before you, his expression broken as you peeked up to look at him.
“I- I’m, God, I’m sorry…” He couldn’t find it within himself to grovel, that wasn’t who he was, but to see your eyes with terror in them as you looked into his, it hurt more than anything he had endured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I can understand if you don’t wanna be here- I mean, I don’t know… Ugh, dammit.” He was frustrated with himself more than anything, but what pulled him back was your cold, gentle hand sliding into his, squeezing it lightly. He looked back at you and he saw that smile, a small one pulling itself from the corners of your lips, all for him.
“Please,” was all he said, and you knew. You knew he felt guilt as he looked at you, but your hand squeezed again, immediately telling him you’d be alright. That was one of the beautiful things about your relationship: you both somehow just felt one another, you didn’t need to verbalize your feelings, you just knew.
How do the boys act at a Halloween Party? Slasher Headcanons.
Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Candyman, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Sam, Sinclair brothers, Billy and Stu.
Tonight was the night for Halloween and a Halloween party was thrown, originally not for the Slashers, but once they get in they’re mistaken to have killer costumes and are just now sitting in the room.
Please do not repost, claim/steal my writing.
The night was chaos when all the boys were brought together, like lord.
Michael was first at the house, he was blood thirsty and ready to kill.
When the front door opened while he was sneaking around, the person gave off a fake scream and laugh and welcomed him in.
Confused, he followed anyways, and slowly more and more of the slashers would follow.
Bubba was covering his ears and whimpering as the costumes scared him and the music was too loud. He had no idea how he got dragged into the party but he HATED it. He doesn’t even know how he ended up here, one moment him and his twin brothers were trick or treating and suddenly Nubbins and Chop Top were dragging him into a house.
Thomas was beside Bubba, trying to comfort his alternate. He ends up taking Bubba outside and brought him some fruit punch and cookies. Thomas didn’t really care for the party, he’d rather be at home asleep if anything.
Daniel was called through the mirror, and instead of hooking somebody’s face, he was grabbed by his hand and hook and was pulled out to dance. He actually really enjoyed it, he was hated for years and suddenly people were having fun with him, dancing. He ended up flirting with a few people too.
Michael Myers was merely standing around, scaring people because he’d be around the corner. He did get some entertainment out of it, but he doesn’t really like parties, he ended up stabbing a few people and almost eating the house owner’s dog. 😬
Jason was overall confused and overwhelmed, he had never been to a Halloween party. He studied the room before joining in on some dancing, but grew really shy, so he went to sit by the food bar and ended up fighting Michael over the dog. A small brawl between the two over a dog.
Sam is at the candy bucket, eating every single piece. He’s getting away with it too because he’s so god damn adorable. People were cheering him on too like he was chugging the candy like it was fruit punch, rather wild. Sam did enjoy the Halloween party a lot and he approved that people were following his rules set for this haunted day.
Vincent was mostly walking about, admiring people’s handmade costumes, the paintings or art pieces in the house. Vincent hasn’t really been in a social situation like this so he was just mostly chilling. He wanted to go home and get back to work on his art projects and doesn’t know how his brothers convinced him to leave the basement or even the house.
Bo is a fucking party animal, he’s chugging beer left and right and passing out on the floor. Honestly that’s how I can see it, just him passing out somewhere, having Vincent and Lester drag him home.
Lester on the other hand is either everyone’s favorite or least favorite at the party, no in-between. He’s having fun telling his stories, showing off his knife and whatever else he has on his person, he’s on the dance floor. Literally had a blast and was a bit mad that Bo had to pass out on them, making them go home early.
Billy was dragged by Stu and honestly sat in the corner for the most part with Michael, he went around and occasionally flirted but other than that, he went home early, leaving Stu there.
Stu and Lester became instant besties, they were partying up a storm and overall having a great time. Literally cling to Lester’s leg when he was trying to leave wailing dramatically. He’s also the reason why the neighbors called the cops, he ended up fleeing through the window, shattering it and running down the street, more than likely with no shoes on.
Bubba and Thomas were already gone as soon as they saw the police lights, both BOLTED, Bubba squealing in fear and Thomas focused on just getting the hell out of there.
Daniel wasn’t too worried, if anything he just disappeared as soon as the cops go into the house. Along with Sam, Sam just hobbled out, full of candy and took off into the streets, never to be seen again until next year.
Jason hurried his ass out before anything, he got out through the back door and scrambled to the woods.
Michael Myers straight up stabbed a few cops before getting shot at several times. He ended up arrested but stabbed his way out of jail, like the old badass he is.
Overall, Halloween was chaos this year.
Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you enjoyed, I was thinking of giving you a Halloween treat and I hope you got a good chuckle out of the crack writing I did. Have a safe Halloween!🎃🎃
Can I ask for some CandyMan stuff? WHAT DOES HE USE THE BEES FOR? I NEED TO KNOW!!!
i watched the 2021 movie today- it was kinda disappointing ngl
as i've said before, i believe he can control whether or not he is (for lack of a better way of describing it,) full of bees at any given moment
the bees obviously are a significant part of who he is. i think he uses them just to frighten people, but he doesn't need them for his victims as much as for a reminder of what happened to him/fuels him
daniel as he is now can't really feel pain, at least not caused by the bees. in my opinion, emotional pain would be the only pain he can feel, not so much physical since he isn't human anymore
other random helen thoughts because why the fuck not
tw towards the end some of it gotta a little suggestive...haha whoops.
helen is a total history nerd!!
she likes visiting museums. she's partial to history or art museums, but since she's ever the learner and is rather fond of finding out new info, she's willing and eager to go to all sorts of museums!
trevor was never very supportive of this side of her...he liked his women more complacent and subservient which was never very much helen's thing. losing herself to the candyman "myth" was almost a blessing- it unlocked the side of her that was always too afraid to be more.
i've already said before that she likes poetry and fictional stories BUT, along with her love for history she often finds herself reading biographies, or things like personal accounts of people alive during periods of troubling (and/or horrific) events.
her favorite color is blue
helen isn't big on PDA- as i've said before- but she's still somewhat of a romantic.
she likes planning out and cooking meals for candlelit dinners at home.
she likes treating her s/o to little gifts
flowers- but not roses. usually they'll be handpicked. and not a full bouquet but rather one or a few individuals.
books. or handwritten lines. she'll insert small poems she's done in her s/o's school books/bag- a fun surprise for them later :3
subject matter is always changing. but on the rare occasion- she'll slip you something that toes the line of risqué. again- she likes teasing uu ;)
also !! ii said the most she'd do in public is hugging or handholding- but she also kisses her s/o on the cheek in greeting or parting <3
