I tried drawing some of the AOD cast as major horror film icons that I believe they're somewhat inspired by (or have a lot in common with.) This was mainly an excuse to practice drawing and get back into the groove of drawing things for myself. Black and white Danny and Rachel also included because their icons were from black and white films.
Rachel Gardner: Christiane from Les Yeux sans Visage (my personal favorite)
Zack Foster: Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th Part III
Here I would like to share my general thoughts about how could it be on surface level, no deeper
At first, you wouldn't even notice his presence. Zack isn't the type to spam you with messages, leave hundreds of notes, or give you any hint that he's around. He prefers to watch from a distance.
Soon enough, you'd start noticing strange things. For example, you always make it home safely, even though you usually end up in some kind of minor trouble. If someone treats you badly, there's a chance that a few days later they'll have a very unpleasant conversation with an extremely tall guy wrapped in bandages, end up with a few bruises, or simply disappear altogether, who knows what kind of mood your "bloody angel" will have.
Zack would deny being interested in you until the very end.
"I'm not stalking you, idiot! I just happened to be nearby."
Even though his version of "happened to be nearby" has been going on for three days straight.
He knows your daily routine perfectly. The routes you take, the places where you like to sit alone, the time you usually come home.
If he notices you're upset, he'll get irritated. Not because he knows how to comfort people, but because he can't understand who dared to ruin your mood.
The funniest part is that Zack genuinely thinks his behavior is completely normal. In his mind, he's simply making sure nobody hurts you, because you're obviously incapable of protecting yourself and need someone watching over you. He would never admit how much time he spends observing you. If you suddenly change your usual route, he'll become noticeably anxious.
One day, you might accidentally catch his gaze from the window of a nearby building and then he'll simply walk away without a word, as if you're the one who just did something embarrassing.
Of course, he won't be able to hide his stalking forever. When you finally ask him directly:
"Are you stalking me?"
Zack will freeze for about ten seconds before muttering something like:
"So what if I am?"
There won't be any fancy excuses. He'll honestly admit that he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and he'll be genuinely surprised if you get angry about it.
If you do get angry, he won't show up for several days after the argument. But eventually he'll come back anyway, just keeping a little more distance and trying not to get caught watching you.
And if you don't get angry, and his weird feelings happen to be mutual... then both of you probably need therapy.
Zack has absolutely no idea how to court someone. Instead of flowers, you might find a bag of your favorite sweets or something you've wanted for a long time sitting on your doorstep (stolen, most likely) and honestly, you'll be lucky if you don't find somebody's organs there instead.
He's extremely jealous, although he'll try to act like he doesn't care. His jealousy usually manifests as aggression toward both the object of his jealousy and whatever caused it. Zack doesn't really understand the feeling itself, which only makes it annoy him even more.
He loves physical affection, but rarely initiates it himself. Looking at him, you'd never guess he enjoys that kind of thing. However, if you hug him first, he'll instantly go quiet and become unusually calm.
Sometimes he'll simply sit beside you in complete silence. For Zack, that's already a huge display of trust.
The most important thought in his mind would be:
"She's/he's/they're safe. That's all that matters."
And if someone ever tried to hurt you, Zack would place himself between you without hesitation, even if it meant getting hurt himself. Of course, his goal wouldn't exactly be to protect you, his real intention would be to eliminate the threat permanently.
You woke up in a a dark apartment like place? You're not sure but you are sure about the man brandishing a giant scythe at you. :: Zack x reader :: Vulgar language :: Violence :: Blood, weapons.
Fandom: Angels of death
Rating: 16+
No NSFW
Violence and swearing
It was cold and damp when you woke up. You had no idea where you were, you were just trying to get home late one night. How long have you been here, days? Weeks? You haven't found a way out and you've been wandering so long your legs ache. Then thats when you hear it, scraping. Almost the scrape of something wet and slimey sliding across the floor, it made you gag. Along with it you heard the chuckle of a man, something in your body told you to run so, as quickly as possible you ran down the narrow passages. In the distance you heard his voice.
"Oh now the little bitch runs." His voice accompanying a cackle. Like nails on a chalkboard. You kept running in the current direction. You couldn't tell where his voice was coming from, it bounced off the walls, echoed in your head. "Oh I love it when they give me a chase!" The voice got louder, he knows this place better than you. Suddenly you tripped and then he appeared, dark hoodie, covering his eyes. Bandages around his hands, neck, chest. Black raven hair unkempt but the thing that caught your attention most was the giant ass scythe he was swinging around. It still had blood at the curve. Your breath caught in your throat, you thought you were gonna die, but for whatever reason, probably adrenaline you forced yourself up and kept running. "Haha! So the slut isn't as boring as she looks." He sneered, you could hear his footsteps catching up, then a slam right next to your head caused a slight squeal to escape your mouth. You quickly covered it but not before he heard it. "Oh you make noise too! I can't wait to cut you open." Another swing and tears stung your eyes.
You managed to find your way through an empty room, slamming it shut and going through the other door. He stood there rattling the knob. "Get out here you fucker!" He screams, banging his body against the door, it shook at its hinges as you ran out of sight. You heard his high pitch laugh once more as something shattered. He must've sliced the knob with his scythe.
You were out of his sight for now, but how long? It became painful to breath, you needed rest, to be replenished but soon, your legs throbbed and gave out. Curling up, you waited for him to end your misery, you didnt want to die, not like this but what could you do? Soon he stood over you, raising the blade. Squeezing your eyes, you tried to crawl but he didnt let you, he stepped on your back, grinding into your back. You let out a choked scream. "Aw your screams are like music to my fucking ears slut." He grinds his foot into your spine harder.
Tears flow freely down your face, more so if frustration than anything though and maybe the pain in your spine. The clinking of the scythe raised but it never landed. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, trembling. Slowly you open your eyes and peek behind you, he's frozen, face contorted in pain, his free hand over his side. "Aw... fucking hell." He grit through his teeth. An unhealed scar reopened from reckless behavior. He stepped back as the blood leaked through his dirty hoodie. A few seconds later he collapsed clutching his side and you immediately sat up, scooting back. "Well bitch? You gonna run or are you just dumb." He still tried to be intimidating but sweat began pouring down his forehead. Looking around you saw a needle and had an idea. You pulled out a string from your dress and grabbed the needle. "The fuck are you-?" He was cut off by you pulling his hand away. "Hey! Are you stupid or something?" He shouted as you pulled aside the sticky and bloody hoodie. "Shut the fuck up and let me help you." You snap, adjusting the thread. That shut him up as he leaned back to reluctantly let you help him.
AHAHAHHAHAA I’M SO HAPPY TO FINALLY DO FAN ART FOR THIS SERIES!!! I knew immediately when I added this prompt I’d draw Zack, Ray was a later addition but the empty space was just begging for her :3
