Pairing(s): reader insert, romantic- Jason The Toymaker x reader, Laughing Jack x reader, Candypop x reader
Warnings!! : Jealousy, yandere themes (they’re creepypasta- and apparently healthy isn’t in their vocabulary), codependency(mild?),
A/N: small set of head cannons for my fav creeps! I haven’t been able to write much recently but they’re haunting me so I had to get smth down :p
Jason The Toymaker:
Instead of a heartbeat, when you lay on his chest you can hear the gentle tune of his music-box.
His ‘heart’ doesn't speed up the way a human heart does but instead his song plays slightly louder
-> so much so that it can be heard just standing beside him when he's especially flustered.
Jason is a very co-dependent lover, always craving to be attached at the hip— and he expects the same from his lover. He overthinks often too, leading to jealousy of the idea of another man that he’s made up in his head.
He’s easy to anger- overprotectiveness, jealousy and co-dependency makes for a ticking time bomb of a man.
Regardless of how easy he is to set off— he refuses to argue with you. He gets mad, of course— and it’s visceral, screaming, thrashing and tearing until his workshop is a crime scene once more… — but when it comes to you he’ll instead become avoidant- preferring to go quiet and huffy or even isolating himself for days rather than risk scaring his beloved.
As fitting for a toymaker, Jason made a doll in the image of his lover— it’s a darling item, delicate and more intricate than anything you could think possible. Its accuracy is uncanny.. every minuscule detail pinpoint to perfection- down to the sparkle of its eyes and the freckles of its body.
-> it’s a small doll despite that, quaint enough to sit at the head of his desk as he works— keeping him company until he has the real thing by his side again.
He makes a smaller version first, until it no longer compares to his lover- then a life-size model is in order… anything to ease his worries.
Laughing Jack:
Jack has arms too long not to put them to use, and what better use is there than holding his darling?
-> I imagine his fingertips reach his mid-calf… so freakishly long; meaning they wrap around your torso almost twice each… Safe to say you’ve got the prettiest, black and white striped blanket for bedtime !!
Speaking of which- total cuddle bug when it comes time to sleep! I don’t think Jack needs sleep, being made as an angelic(?) toy originally, but he chooses to lay beside you all night as a comfort to himself.
-> I don’t think I have to point out the major attachment and abandonment issues this clown has.. but feeling the breathing, beating heart of his loved one against him all night is enough to finally lull him out of his constant fear and paranoia.
Definitely the type to enjoy rubbing your noses together in a cute type of kiss, only his nose makes it difficult… I saw someone on tiktok head cannon his nose to be bendy- kinda like a doorstoper and that just makes this funnier to me !!
His nose makes regular kisses difficult to begin with— craning your neck at an awkward angle is the only option. On top of that- this freakishly tall creep always scoops you up for a kiss! He knows he’s too tall to kiss normally, but he’s more than happy to adapt if it means a few more smooches :)
Candypop:
He never really considered the possibility of him having a lover.. not since he fused with Terrors anyway. And yet here he is, and he’s never been happier.
Sees his s/o as his best friend, wants to spend every moment together even if it’s in silence..
Candy rarely tires of conversation, with anyone, but especially not with his lover. When he does go quiet it’s nothing short of eerie… seeing your giant, jingling jester stare into a wall lifelessly isn’t exactly a comforting sight when you first stumble across it…
-> The quickest way to recharge his battery is to just sit with him. Much to the surprise of many- as much as he loves jokes he would much prefer to lay with his most trusted in silence until he’s ready to run his gorgeous mouth again.
This demon is shameless, and has no restrictions on flirting. Any time, any place, the moment a witty line enters his head it’s straight off his tongue. He lives for entertainment, and finds it in the fear of his victims all the way to the flush of his darling’s face.
Considering how many ‘wives’ he’s had in the past, marriage, children and promise of domestic life mean nothing to him. There won’t be a wedding.. unless you really want one.. but regardless, even without a bride and groom, rings and bouquets… he’s sworn himself to you; heart, body and soul, forever.
-> No ring can bind a couple as inevitably as a demon’s will can, anyway. Nothing will separate you now that he’s found how sweet love can be… he’ll make sure of it.
‘No signal’ deviders by the lovely @kodaswrld and the darling black lace dividers by @strangergraphics !! <33
This is kinda random but like I’m craving smth with one of these characters!! LJ, Candy Pop, or Jason hah…Or u could do all three but honestly it’s up to you cuz I love them all hehe!! Okay hear me out— one of them x like a curvy-ish reader?? Like not skinny but not exactly chubby!! Like a nice waist, thicc thighs or big chest, soft stomach, nice butt..I’m trying not to word anything weirdly LMAO
Side note im requesting bc i saw ur writing and it was so yummy so i wanted to request u 🤤🤤🤤 TY!
Jason isnt particular about his partners body's but broo if he has a soft or curvy partner he is squeezing. Typa guy to be bottoming and trying to suffocate himself within ur thighs. Definitely lays on top of you. Would live for his s/o in a cute short dress that shows them off. Most likely to: use his partner like a pillow
ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕡-
Biggest freak about it. Sucks ur tits while he fucks ur thighs. Leaves hickeys all down the inside of your thighs while eating you out or sucking you off. Hed pick you up and squeeze all over. Most likely too: make cute or sexual jokes about it and then kiss you all sweet after apologetically.
𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜-
Most normalish about it. Hes shy so he won't bring it up at first but if he realizes its ok he becomes the most affectionate about it. He isnt as much of a munch but hed love to tease ur thighs with kisses. Titfucker I'm sorry. Lets you top him. Most likely to: be all loving about it before begging you to use him
would some more candypop or lj stuff be okay? or maybe jason ... ^^
LJ, Candy Pop & Jason The Toymaker Headcanons
❥ Laughing Jack
> He's an asshole, constantly mocking the other creeps and making a joke out of them, rarely takes anything seriously.
> He gets very depressed when no ones around, even though he's constantly pushing people to avoid him. All that energy just bubbles down to nothing when hes alone until he spots a victim, then he's silly, cruel and crazy again.
> He long got bored of tormenting the souls in his circus but he still does it sometimes, even though he realised how it doesn't relieve the pain at all. He's still cruel as shit so it still brings him joy to do so.
> He has found a few sort of friends in the mansion, none hes emotionally close with but, Jeff, purely because Jeff is always looking for a fight so when Jack is making fun of him, it turns to a full blown brawl which after a while turned into more of a fun thing that wasn't that serious anymore, they banter.
> Candy Pop was able to level him out a bit, being a stronger demon, fellow circus actor and also being relatively high energy and silly, they managed to bond a little, Candy Pop finds him kinda weird though but he's down with it anyway.
❥ Candy Pop
> Goofy man, doesn't really care about the other creeps boundaries, like personal space or just talking their ears off when they're not in the mood.
> He always wants someone to talk to, anyone who's there, he gets bored very quickly. Most people in the mansion are willing to speak to him, many get annoyed with him. He doesn't really have anyone he's close to emotionally though, other than his canon best friend Nathan the Nobody. He's also semi close with Jason, but he doesn't fully trust him, he's been around long enough to know a two faced bitch when he see's one but theyre still good friends.
> Those two are the only ones that can actually tell when he switches to Night Terrors, he is capable of fully transforming into that demons side but they basically never do, they like their jingle jingle Miku jester vibe I guess.
> When his personality switches to Night Terrors, it's kind of subtle as in his demeanour just gets a hint more intimidating and mean. He's alot more backhanded when speaking to others, making more jokes at the detriment to others. You can kind of see it in the way he looks through you too.
> When he's in the zone between switching to Night Terrors, he completely zones out, the only time his mouth is shut. Sometimes the eery quiet in his mind and demeanour carries out for anywhere between a few seconds to a few hours, usually he's just laid down on the couch or even the floor humming almost silently to himself. The only people who've seen him like that is Nathan and Jason
❥ Jason The Toymaker
> More of an introvert in my eyes, he doesn't speak before he's spoken too, but if he takes an interest in an someone, he'll make sure they find their way to acquainting themselves with him.
> He's like fake-polite to people he is bored with/doesn't like, presents himself in a very charming way and suger coats insults/backhanded compliments in a way you almost wouldn't notice "Wow, you're as sharp as a sphere!".
> He's more like dreamcore to me, whimsical. His toys have that wonderland vibe and he looks very beautiful but in an uncanny way, he would definitely suggest something like painting the roses red. He's has a creepier wonderland vibe though, like Alice Liddel.
> When he first came to the mansion, one of the people he took an interest in was Candy Pop because of how majestical he looks (He thinks most of the creeps are ugly as shit and doesn't want to associate with them, he's shallow), by "took an interest in" I mean he hyperfixates on people, obsessed with their appearance and behaviours.
> He did get over the obsession when he realised how annoying and immature Candy Pop can be, then he became one of the only people that Jason wasn't completely fake with, now they regularly spread gossip/talk shit about everyone else since Candy talks to everyone and knows alot and Jason judges from afar alot.
A/N: Please remember to separate fiction from reality. If you ever find yourself dating someone who treats you badly, behaves in unhealthy ways, or causes you harm please encourage them to seek help or remove yourself from the situation immediately. Your safety and well-being always come first.
It might sound like common sense, but sadly, it isn’t always common anymore. So I’ll say it again. These are fictional headcanons, and while they may explore dark themes, you should never date or romanticize someone who is abusive, Makes you second guess yourself, is dangerous, or capable of causing real harm.
Summary: Dating Headcannons of Candypop yayyy I'm not writing the summary but probs later✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭
╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ⌞⸝⸝★ The Slenderverse ୭ ˚.⌝ ˎˊ˗
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ At first, the dreams felt almost comforting despite how strange they were. Bright carnival lights reflecting across puddles that looked too red beneath the tent glow, laughter echoing through nowhere, the scent of cotton candy thick enough to make your stomach turn. And always him standing at the center of it all with that painted grin and those impossible pink eyes fixed entirely on you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You started waking up exhausted. Not physically mentally. Like someone had spent hours speaking directly into your head while you slept. Sometimes you could still hear faint carnival music even after opening your eyes
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop loved blurring the line between dream and reality. Little things started appearing that shouldn’t have been there purple balloons tied outside your bedroom window, wrapped candies left on your desk despite locking your door, confetti scattered across your floor in shapes resembling smiley faces
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The first time you truly saw him awake, your blood ran cold. He was sitting upside down on your couch like gravity meant nothing, kicking his legs idly while humming a carnival tune. “Aww,” he cooed when you froze in the doorway, “you look way cuter terrified than asleep.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He acted offended when you screamed. Not angry offended. Like you’d hurt his feelings. His lower lip tugged into a pout while bells on his outfit jingled softly. “That’s rude,” he muttered, voice playful despite the way the room darkened around him, “I’ve been visiting you forever.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop constantly invades your personal space. He leans over your shoulder while you’re distracted, appears inches from your face without warning, or casually drapes himself across your furniture like he belongs there more than you do
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Sometimes he’s strangely gentle. He’ll braid strands of your hair absentmindedly while talking nonsense, press cold fingers against your forehead when you’re sick, or tug you into his lap while rambling about dreams and stars and colors that “humans can’t see anymore” other times you catch glimpses of something underneath the act. A second voice overlapping his own. Smiles stretching too wide. The way shadows behind him twitch independently when he’s irritated
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He’s possessive in an unsettling way. If someone gets too close to you romantically or emotionally, Candy Pop’s attitude shifts immediately. The teasing humor vanishes, replaced by sharp smiles and thinly veiled threats disguised as jokes
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He hates silence from you. If you ignore him too long, strange things begin happening around your home lights flickering, whispers bleeding through walls, nightmares becoming violent enough to wake you shaking
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The worst part is how emotionally intelligent he is. Candy Pop knows exactly what to say to keep you unbalanced. He notices every hesitation, every nervous glance, every tiny crack in your confidence and presses on them with terrifying precision “You think I’m scary now?” he once laughed softly while spinning one of his balloons between clawed fingers. “Sweetheart, you haven’t even seen the parts of me trying to protect you.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He becomes deeply fascinated with your fear. Not because he necessarily wants to hurt you but because your reactions make him feel grounded. Real. He watches your expressions constantly like he’s studying how humans are supposed to love
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ If you cry in front of him, his response depends entirely on which side of him is dominant. Sometimes Candy Pop panics, wiping your tears away with frantic apologies and gifts piled into your arms moments later. Other times he simply tilts his head, smiling faintly while watching you break down like your pain is beautiful to him
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You slowly realize he’s isolating you. Friends stop contacting you after mentioning strange dreams. Certain people suddenly become terrified around you for reasons they can’t explain. Candy Pop always acts innocent about it, swinging his legs and insisting, “They just don’t appreciate you like I do.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Sleep stops feeling safe. Sometimes you wake up unable to move, his silhouette perched at the foot of your bed while dozens of glowing eyes blink behind him in the darkness. He’ll whisper softly during those moments, voice overlapping with something deeper beneath it. “Dream while you’re wide awake.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The more attached he becomes, the more possessive he grows about your attention. He despises being compared to anyone else and reacts especially badly if you suggest another person makes you feel safer than he does
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ One night after someone flirted with you openly, Candy Pop appeared covered in flecks of something dark beneath the carnival lights of your dreamscape. He smiled too brightly while offering you cotton candy stained faintly red at the edges. “People are sooo selfish,” he sighed dramatically, “always trying to steal what’s mine.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He constantly refers to you as if you already belong to him. “My dreamer.” “My favorite thing.” “My little light.” The nicknames sound affectionate until you realize how serious he is there are moments where the original Candy Pop seems to surface beneath Night Terrors’ corruption moments where his expression softens into genuine sadness instead of mockery. During those rare instances, he almost seems horrified by himself
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Once, while tracing shapes against your palm with gloved fingers, he asked quietly, “If I had met you before… before all this… do you think I would’ve stayed good?” It was the most human he’d ever soundedBut those softer moments never last long. Something darker always drags him back under eventually
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He absolutely weaponizes affection. After terrifying you, he becomes overwhelmingly sweet afterward cuddling against you, apologizing dramatically, showering you in gifts and attention until you start questioning whether the fear was justified in the first place
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ At some point, you stop trying to explain things to other people because every attempt makes you sound insane. How were you supposed to describe him? A thing that lived halfway between nightmares and reality. A jester with too many teeth and a voice that sometimes sounded like several people speaking at once. Someone who could stand in the middle of your locked bedroom despite every window being shut
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You try to leave eventually, of course you do. Anyone would. You spend weeks planning it carefully. New apartment. New phone number. Blocking every contact tied to your old life. You even avoid sleeping for nearly two days beforehand because you know dreams are where he’s strongest
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ But the second you finally step into the new apartment, exhausted and shaking, there’s already a purple balloon waiting for you inside just one floating quietly in the center of the dark room like it had been expecting you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Your stomach drops so hard it physically hurts then his laughter starts somewhere behind you “Aww,” he sighs almost sympathetically, “you really thought distance mattered?” that’s the moment you realize something horrifying. Candy Pop was never attached to your house he was attached to you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ After that, paranoia settles into your bones like rot. Every reflection starts looking wrong. Mirrors lag half a second behind your movements sometimes, and if you stare long enough, you swear there’s another smile beside yours too wide, too sharp, disappearing the second you blink
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You stop answering unknown numbers after the calls begin. At first it’s just static and distant carnival music, but eventually you start hearing breathing. Then laughter. Then his voice, muffled and delighted, whispering things like, “Turn around,” right before you feel something cold brush the back of your neck
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The lack of sleep starts eating away at your memory. Entire chunks of your day vanish without explanation. You’ll find yourself standing in rooms with no idea how you got there, hands sticky with melted candy you don’t remember touching
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ One morning you wake up with dirt beneath your fingernails and bruises around your ankles. Candy Pop only giggles when you confront him about it, lounging upside down from the ceiling while his bells jingle softly. “You walk around a lot in your sleep now,” he hums. “I wonder who’s been taking you places.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You start recording yourself sleeping out of desperation. The first few nights show nothing except restless tossing and turning. Then, on the fourth night, the footage cuts out at exactly 3:13am the final frame before the static fully consumes the screen shows him crouched beside your bed smiling directly into the camera
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ After that, the recordings get worse. Sometimes the footage captures you sitting upright in bed, staring blankly into the darkness while whispering to someone offscreen. Other times, you leave the room entirely and return hours later with blood on your sleeves that definitely isn’t yours
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop never explains where you go he just watches you unravel with fascinated affection, like someone admiring cracks spreading through delicate porcelain
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The hallucinations become impossible to separate from reality eventually. You start seeing balloons in crowded places hovering motionless above strangers’ heads. Sometimes when you look again, the people beneath them are gone
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You stop eating properly after discovering candy wrappers scattered across your apartment despite not remembering buying sweets. Your stomach twists every time you smell sugar now because underneath it there’s always something metallic lingering beneath the sweetness
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ People start looking at you strangely too which you hated you didn't want them to stare at you like that... no that'd make you seem worse...
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Coworkers ask if you’re feeling alright because apparently you’ve started laughing quietly to yourself during conversations. You don’t even realize you’re doing it until someone points it out
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The worst moment comes when you finally hear him while fully awake not near you, deep inside your head loud laughter curling between your own thoughts, while you stand frozen in a grocery store aisle, hands trembling around a basket you don’t remember picking up
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ “There you are,” he whispers warmly, like he’d been searching for you. “I was wondering when you’d finally hear me properly.” from then on, you’re never alone again
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He comments on everything you do. Every thought. Every flicker of fear. Sometimes he finishes your sentences before you even say them out loud
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑You begin catching yourself talking back to him instinctively under your breath in public that’s when people really start getting scared of you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You try seeing a doctor eventually. You sit there exhausted, shaking, trying to explain the dreams, the voices, the missing time, the thing following you halfway through speaking, the psychiatrist suddenly goes silent their eyes slowly drift over your shoulder. The color drains from their face so quickly it makes your stomach lurch you turn around expecting to finally see him standing there but the room is empty ehen you look back, the psychiatrist refuses to meet your eyes anymore. The session ends early. They won’t explain why and three days later, their face appears on the news beneath the word missing
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ By the end of it, you can’t even remember when the fear stopped being enough to make you run. Maybe it was after the sleepless nights blurred together into static. Maybe it was after too many people disappeared or maybe it was the moment his voice became the only thing capable of cutting through the crushing silence in your head
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You hate yourself for it sometimes the way your body unconsciously relaxes when his laughter curls through the room, the way your trembling eases when cold gloved hands cup your face, but exhaustion has hollowed you out so deeply that Candy Pop has become the only thing left inside the ruins. The nightmares, the paranoia, the isolation, it all wrapped around you slowly until even terror started feeling intimate. Familiar. Safe in the most horrifying way possible, and Candy Pop knows it
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He sees it in the way you instinctively search dark corners for him now. In the way your breathing steadies when his bells jingle softly nearby. In the way you stopped fighting whenever he slips into your space, arms curling around you while that awful grin stretches across his face
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He holds you against him like something won rather than loved, pink eyes glittering with starving satisfaction as your exhausted mind finally caves beneath his influence. “There you are,” he whispers gently, almost affectionately, while his claws tilt your chin upward
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Behind him, the carnival lights of your dream flicker like dying stars and somewhere underneath the distant laughter, hundreds of muffled voices continued screaming unheard but you barely notice anymore. Because by now, Candy Pop has you exactly where he wanted fragile, unraveling, and clinging to the monster destroying you like he’s the only thing keeping you sane
To that one writer that has the y/n for candypop's nickname being "jingles" thank u for that fr cause now im always gonna associate that with him and it lowkey makes me giddy u ate that fr I'm so serious
