I loved your “Jeff’s Relationship with Liu” Soooo much oh my goodness. Could we maybe pleaseee get some Liu headcanons? If you do this thank you sooo much and I love you 😫🩷 And if not, I STILL LOVE YOU!!
The Liu headcanons are finally here!!!! I love this man so much, I hope you guys wanna see more of him 🥺🫶 both sfw and nsfw included!
Liu Woods / Homicidal Liu Headcanons
Appearance
Liu stands about 6'2 with a lean, slightly muscular build, the frame of someone who keeps himself in shape.
The scars from his brother’s attack run pale across his upper body and part of his face. The wounds were deep, and so they never faded completely.
His face is angular with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and deep-set green eyes that seem to notice everything. The scars only sharpen that impression and serve as reminders of what he’s lived through.
His hair is light brown, worn a bit too long, usually pushed back with his fingers.
In certain light he almost looks like Jeff - same bone structure, same stubborn mouth - but where Jeff’s energy feels coiled and volatile, Liu’s is calmer, more tempered and steady.
He speaks with a deep, calm voice - low enough to steady a tense conversation, careful enough that every word feels considered.
When he smiles, which he does more often than people expect, his whole face brightens and the faint dimples at the corners of his mouth appear.
Liu dresses simply - dark jeans, plain shirts, work boots, a rotation of black and navy jackets. Everything he owns looks clean and practical.
General Behavior
Liu moves with unhurried confidence. Hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, eyes scanning - it’s a posture that says he’s comfortable but always alert.
People often expect someone like Jeff’s brother to be unpredictable or abrasive, instead they find someone measured, charming, even polite.
He’s good at conversation, at making people feel like they have his full attention. It isn’t a performance exactly, but it is a kind of skill - reading tone, mirroring body language, adjusting his own presence until others relax.
When pushed, his patience has limits. The same self-discipline that keeps him calm also means that when it cracks, it’s sharp. He rarely raises his voice, but his tone can turn cold enough to stop an argument in its tracks.
He carries an older-brother energy. He's responsible, protective, the one who cleans up the mess and keeps count of what’s running low. Order calms him, he likes a tidy workspace and predictable routines. It isn’t perfectionism so much as a way to keep the world from sliding sideways again.
Every so often, something flashes through him that’s pure Jeff - a sudden smirk, a quick joke that’s darker than it should be, the faint glint of recklessness in his eyes. It passes quickly, but it’s enough to remind people that the Woods temper runs in both brothers.
He’s more charming than he means to be. There’s warmth in the way he talks, a dry, understated humor that hits at just the right time. He’s the type of guy who could flirt without realizing it - quiet smile, low laugh, leaning just a little too close - and suddenly someone’s blushing and he’s pretending not to notice. He's been labeled a ladies man many times in his life.
He's a smoker. Always a cigarette somewhere - tucked behind his ear, rolling between his fingers, hanging unlit from his mouth while he thinks. The motion keeps his hands busy, gives him something to focus on when his thoughts start circling too fast.
Years of trauma left him with paranoid tendencies. He’s cautious, watchful, slow to trust. Even when he likes someone, he keeps a part of himself pulled back, as if waiting for them to leave. The PTSD still lingers - flashes of panic, nights he doesn’t sleep, moments where the air gets too thick and he just steps outside for a smoke and a breath. He keeps those struggles private.
Despite it all, Liu’s not bitter. He’s tired, maybe. But he’s working toward peace in his own way - not forgiveness, exactly, but release. Letting go of what he can’t fix, breathing through the anger instead of feeding it.
Random Details
Liu rolls a cigarette between his fingers the same way Jeff spins a knife - idle motion, same rhythm. When he’s thinking hard, he’ll smirk to himself, and for half a second, he looks exactly like his brother did before a prank or a fight.
He watches documentaries almost every night. History, psychology, true crime, anything that tries to make sense of chaos fascinates him. He’ll sit in front of the TV for hours, absorbing every detail. He also enjoys puzzle-based games like crosswords, mechanical locks and riddles - anything that requires patience and logic.
Though Liu's jokes are subtler, it's clear who Jeff inherited his sharp wit from. When Liu teases, it’s dry and clever, delivered with just enough bite to make someone blush or stammer before he grins and lets them off the hook.
He has a few routines he never skips: cigarette break every day at exactly the same spot. Before bed, he checks every lock in the house twice, turns the light off with the back of his hand, and always leaves the curtains slightly open so moonlight filters in. Little rituals that make the world feel predictable again.
He’s musically gifted, though he doesn’t talk about it much. The piano came first - something he learned young, something that stuck. The guitar came later, self-taught during sleepless years when he needed his hands busy and his mind quiet. He plays for himself, and never in front of others.
He has an interest in faith. He doesn't attend church or anything like that, but he likes the idea of searching for meaning. He believes there’s something bigger out there, something that sees the patterns he can’t. He prays sometimes, though he’d never call it that. It’s more like talking to the dark and hoping it listens.
His space is minimalist but personal. The bed’s always made, sheets tucked tight. His desk holds a few essentials: a lamp, his notebook, and an old wristwatch he doesn’t wear but refuses to throw away. There’s a single framed photo of him and Jeff from when they were kids - the glass cracked diagonally, but never replaced. He leaves it that way. Some things, he figures, aren’t meant to be fixed.
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Liu's dominant, but he doesn't get off on humiliation. He's not interested in calling you degrading names, that's not his style.
He talks you through it - low, slow, and filthy. He's big on praising, the kind that makes your stomach flip and your thighs press together.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”
“Look at you. So fuckin’ perfect like this.”
“You feel how wet you are? All mine, baby.”
Confidence turns him on more than submission. For him, sex isn't about being dominant over you - it’s about you knowing your own power and choosing to give it to him.
He likes giving head and does it with full, focused control - tongue working in slow strokes, just enough pressure to tease until you're squirming. And he watches you the whole time, he loves seeing your reactions. He’ll have you on the edge in minutes, then pull back just to rest his chin on your thigh and say: “You wanna cum? Then say it.”
His hands are skilled and he puts them to good use. When he fingers you, he knows how to make you feel full, how to curl his fingers just right, how to press into your sweet spot like he’s done it a hundred times - and never gets tired of the way your breath stutters when he does.
The Jeff smirk sometimes shows up on his face mid-fuck. Especially when you fall apart too fast. If you cry out, or buck your hips, or arch off the sheets before he’s even done warming you up - that smile slips onto his face. Crooked and slightly cocky. Like he’s proud of how wrecked you are, and maybe just a little smug about it.
Liu will flirt during sex just to make you blush and squirm. He's the king of playful flirting. And if you're the type to flirt back, to tease him and push back - even better. The back-and-forth becomes part of the rhythm.
He doesn’t need to be in charge every second, but he always knows when to take over. You can tie him up. You can ride him. You can whisper dirty shit in his ear and make him lose focus. But the second your rhythm falters - the second you stutter, lose your breath, or moan just right - his hands are on your waist, slamming you down onto him.
He's a sucker for eye contact. If you’re looking up at him while sucking his dick, tear-lined eyes locked on his with no shame in them, it pushes him over the edge. And if your eyes flutter shut? He’ll tap your cheek and say it low: “Keep them open. I want to see you, baby.”
He doesn’t talk a lot when he’s close. But you’ll feel it in how his breathing changes. In the way his hand clenches harder against your throat or in your hair. How he holds you tighter. When he cums, it's a full-body thing - jaw locked, fingers digging into your skin, low groan bitten off at the end like he’s slightly pissed it hit him so hard.
Liu wants a girl who knows who she is and isn’t afraid to challenge him a little. He’s not scared of being put in his place once in a while - it reminds him that you’re not just a warm body. You’re a whole mind, a whole person. And he respects the hell out of that.
i wanna say something about liu. i think that man is a freekaleek. positively FREAKED out. rick james super freak. nonsensically so.
but for him, it's all very visual.
i don't think you'd even have to touch him, i think it's almost pavlovian. he sees you and his balls start to hurt like muscle memory. but he's so incredibly composed that you'd probably never know.
but if you did find out, you could weaponize the hell out of it. he's so sweet, he'd let you do it, too. the sight of an open bathroom door, inviting, warm steam escaping the threshold out into the hallway like it was beckoning him. he'd stand outside of it just to hear the water lapping at your skin, your gentle hum. everything about you would make him hard, and you wouldn't even have to try. all you'd need to do is leave the door open, and his mind would run to wild, filthy places that he would feel ashamed of later. that catholic guilt is the true killer.
and i do mean weaponize it. pretending to fall asleep in that tiny dress he hates just to hear the way his breath hitches when it rides up and reveals that sweet little pussy to him. he'd stare at it, too, shamefully because he thinks you don't know (and that's sort of apart of it for him).
but, of course you do know. you wake up and yawn cutely, only to find that he's been watching you. you smile at him, clueless, and he returns it with that penitent grin he wears when he knows he's done wrong.
a lot of people say that liu hates jeff, but I personally disagree. don't get me wrong, he definitely holds some resentment towards him for everything that happened between them. but I don't think liu could ever actually hate jeff. despite everything, he still wants the best for him. and I think that liu will always care about jeff.
that's not to say that he isn't against all the murders he committed - liu is very disappointed by jeff's lack of morals, but he will always have a soft spot for his brother. because no matter what, he physically can't bring himself to hate him.
If somebody were to ask the creeps and proxies on how attractive they think they are, what would they rate themselves out of 10 in their eyes?
oh this is interesting! let’s do it!
Toby: Gives himself a solid 3. Dude has HORRIBLE self esteem like he does notttttt think he’s all that at ALL
Jack: Do negative points exist? Jack’s worse than Toby. He absolutely hates who he is and what he was created to be. He’s almost happy that he’s blind sometimes so that he doesn’t have to actually see it
Brian: Dude’s giving himself a 6, maybe 7. That confidence doesn’t come from nowhere
Tim: 5. Doesn’t think he’s ugly, doesn’t think he’s wildly attractive. Sets himself right in the middle
Cody: 5.5/6. Cody isnt cocky, but he also isnt… blind. he’s dissected a lot of people, seen a lot of faces. he thinks he stacks up pretty fine
Habit: He’s giving himself negative points bc he’s trapped in a human body. true form he’s giving himself 10/10
Jeff: If you ask him he’s going to say 10/10, obviously. But, deep down he’d rate himself a lot lower.
Liu: 4/10. Simply because of the facial scars. He doesn’t think they really take away from him a lot, but they just bring up so much trauma he hates looking at them
Kate: 5/10? She doesn’t know tbh. She barely thinks about that type of thing
》 WARNINGS: Self-harm (cutting), child abuse & neglect, religious guilt, briefly mentioned SI & HI
》 INCLUDES: Physical appearances, habits, home life, disorders + symptoms
AN at end.
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》 LIU WOODS
|| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Tall and lanky. He's bordering on underweight and you can tell, even through his clothes.
His hair is brown, but there's an obvious undertone of orange. It's pin straight and the strands are fine, though he has thick hair overall. He prefers to keep it long, about 1/4 down his back, and always has his curtain bangs middle-parted. It ha lots of layers all throughout.
Dark hazel eyes with monolids and long straight eyelashes.
His lips are scarred and rough towards the inside due to a nervous habit of biting and chewing them.
He has five major scars on his face from Jeff's attack. Two cut horizontally on his lips to mimic a smile, one cut from the middle of his right cheek and into his left eyebrow, one cut branching off that one into his forehead, and one cut from the bridge of his nose to the end of his left cheek.
There are more scars from Jeff littered over his body, particularly his shoulders and chest.
He has several straight scars on his wrists and upper arms after developing a habit of cutting himself to cope with intense flashbacks.
His style is very modest and typically lacks color. He favors black, grey, white, and very muted shades of green and blue. He always wears a chain with a golden cross on it.
His preferred outfits always have a long-sleeved coat (typically with a long back), black slacks, plain t-shirts, and his favorite striped scarf.
Almost always looks distant, dissociated, or aloof.
|| HABITS
Liu developed the unfortunate habit of coping with his traumatic life by cutting himself.
He's incredibly ashamed of himself because of it due to his Catholic upbringing.
He believes himself to be a sinner for damaging his Earthly body, which is why he covers himself up.
He holds onto his cross necklace and fidgets with it to comfort himself.
Bites his lips and the sides of his fingers when he's nervous or bored.
Incredibly hypervigilant, checks his surroundings often.
He looks aloof and dissociated often.
Hunches over a little, in an attempt to make himself seem smaller than he is.
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|| FAMILY/HOME LIFE (CHILDHOOD)
Liu's parents were perfectionists in almost every way. They cared greatly about appearances and opinions.
Liu's father is half Chinese and half white, and his mother is white.
With Liu being their eldest son, immense pressure was put on him since toddlerhood. Basic necessities (comfortable clothing, food, enrichment, affection) were frequently held over his head, and had to be earned through proper behavior.
He developed severe dissociation as a way to cope through the abusive treatment, threatening, and neglect he faced from his family.
His parents rarely showed affection, save for the times it was earned, and were highly emotionally unstable. Liu constantly dealt with overwhelming stress about what treatment he would receive from his parents at any given moment.
When Jeff was born two years after him, he was also partially in charge of raising him because of their neglectful parents.
MDD: Anhedonia, difficulty falling asleep, episodes of profound sadness or emotional numbness, feelings of worthlessness, suicidal ideation
DID: Extreme dissociation, amnesia, depersonalization, derealization, disruption of identity (alters)
Homicidal Ideation (mostly present when Sully is front.)
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》 SULLY WOODS
|| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Sully is not ashamed of his body or scars. He prefers to wear his hair in a low ponytail if a hairtie is available, and plain short-sleeved t-shirts or tank tops with jeans.
Physically looks more awake and alert, with less of a tired look in his eyes. Definitely has an RBF though.
Stands taller than Liu.
Everything else is the same as Liu.
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|| HABITS
Runs his hand through his bangs often.
Taps his feet when he's bored.
Enjoys going on walks in dark wooded areas, but never goes without some sort of weapon on him.
Uses vulgar language and is unafraid to disrespect people who he believes deserve it.
Mirrors his parent's perfectionism in some aspects (clean house, always well groomed, tendency to 'prove' himself as better than others.)
Incredibly irritable.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I adore these guys so much. To keep his DID portrayal more accurate I knew I had to add more about his disorganized attachment to his parents + abuse at home, as THAT'S what would have cause Sully to split, not Jeff attacking him. Jeff's attack definitely is confined in Sully's memory rather than Liu's though. ANYWAY! I really wish there was more love for my boys. I hope you enjoy this, even if it was a bit heavier of a read than my other things. Cya next time,
