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[ghoulishflockofcrows]

jason sketch before i start studying 🤤 okay bye

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 09

Jason the Toymaker x Female Reader - Cockwarming/Waxplay

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Creampie, vaginal, cockwarming, wax play, desperation, begging, wax dripping as a punishment, pain and pleasure, teasing, forced restraint, orgasm denial

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.7k

A/N: First time writing Jason!!! Ate him up fr

Jason was a very busy man.

His life was full of quick calculations and harrowing demands, unrest always eating away at him to finish whatever project he was up to.

His only relief? You, his perfect girl. In his eyes, you were chosen. His perfect playmate, his girl, exactly what he had been searching for.

You were hesitant at first, understandably so, but he brought out the best in you and coaxed out the reciprocated feelings he knew you had. It didn’t take long, the universe had already made up its mind: you were made for him. Jason spent all his time searching for the perfect playmate, testing so many girls that had let him down countless times, but you held. So, of course, being separated from you was incredibly difficult.

Running errands, collecting supplies, tidying his workspace- the redhead kept you by his side no matter what out of instinctual fear of losing you. Jason had searched his entire life for a girl like you, someone to be his perfect playmate; it would take hell or high water to get you away from him now.

So, of course, you were perched in his lap while he worked at his desk. Your head rested on his shoulder, body shifting and wrapping around him every time his hands moved to work on the tiny wax figurine he had in front of him. The fireplace was lit, fire crackling and popping in the brick hull, the lateness of the night surrounding you both in warmness. It would have been so wholesome, so comfortably domestic, if not for-

“Jason…”

The fiery redhead smiles.

“Yes, my lady?” He tries to hide the smirk in his voice, focusing on carving out the features of the doll he’s working on, the wax molding easily under his tools. You cling onto his back, nails digging into that pretty waistcoat he always wears, his muscled back sat straight as you tag at his white buttoned shirt. He can feel your thighs shake and tense as you try to adjust, to let some weight off of your knees as you straddle his lap. He knows you’re trying to be discreet, holding out the best you clench your gummy walls around him, a subtle hint. “What’s the matter, dear?”

“You know what…” You huff, burying your nose into the crook of his neck and taking deep, calculated breaths, trying to recenter yourself. Jason tilts his head, eyeing down at the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing that covers the pretty view of your body plastered against his. Maybe he likes to be a tease, to hear you say it instead of hiding your face in his neck.

You’ve both been here for about an hour, your body so heavy and tired from holding this position that you could cry. Every time you try to force yourself up, just enough to feel the swell of Jason’s cock nudge your insides, he grips your hips and holds you back in place. You try it again, rutting your ass just a little to nudge the divot of his cockhead against the swell of your cunt, but his low hum of warning stiffens you back against his chest.

Stupid doll, stupid Jason.

You’re nearly dizzy, your walls fluttering and clenching against him, but left unsatisfied altogether. “Are you done yet…? M’so tired…”

When he asked you to come sit with him while he finished working on his project, you didn’t expect to be hauled onto his lap with slacks unbuttoned and heavy cock lying against his hip so expectantly. You were giddy, placing your hands on his shoulders and slowly sinking down, but losing all of that excitement when he didn’t let you come up, holding you there as he began carving and smudging his metal tools on the toy.

That felt like forever ago now, your pussy gushing and twinging with need every time his length twitched with excitement.

“I’m nearly there, you’ll be alright for a little longer.” But you didn’t know if you would be, back aching and hips stuttering just to flinch upwards, knowing the movement would be useless. “Jason, please…”

The redhead huffs, setting his tools down and pressing back against the workbench chair, forcing you to sit up and look him in the eyes. The adjustment made you moan, his cock nudging just a little deeper inside, rubbing sweetly against that pocketed nerve. He rests his grimy hands on your hips, patting at your shaky thighs with an annoyed glare.

“My girl. You know you’ll get what you want, you just have to be patient.” He talks sternly, eyebrows furrowed just enough to make his harrowing green eyes bore into yours. You huff, trying your best to discreetly shift your legs a little wider to push him further to the hilt, rubbing against your g-spot.

Jason takes notice, snagging your upper thigh and holding you there as you groan, pleading with him. He lets out a hearty chuckle.

“Right. Seems we need a little incentive to stay still, huh?” Ruffling the bottom of your shirt up, Jason hauls the heavy fabric over your head, exposing the entirety of your naked body. You flush, embarrassed redness high on your cheekbones as he examines you. “Having a hard time listening today, dear?”

You shake your head, groaning a little when large hands press against your back to force you against his chest again, back into your original spot. You whine when his cock slips a little, tugging against your swelling entrance and beckoning for more. You stare into the fire behind you, the flames crackling and popping and warming your now exposed skin as you claw against his shirt.

You hear things shuffling, tools moving, and draws opening against his workbench, but you stay seated- defeated and all too pent up.

Until you hear the flicks of a lighter, the sparks snapping against the metal as Jason flicks a flame. You try to turn, to see what he’s doing, and his free hand presses you back firmly against him. “Jason?”

“Shhh, quiet, my dear.” Anxiety pools in your gut, unsure of what intentions he has as the lighter sounds extremely close to you and your bare skin.

“I want you to listen now, alright?” He cooes into your ear, widening his legs and shifting your weight a little as you nervously wait. You hear a subtle drip, drip, plopping against the wooden table behind you, the noise so ominous until you feel his arms press closer.

“Every time you move, try to sway those pretty little hips-” A sharp sting on your back has you jumping, clawing at his shoulders as the liquid- wax- runs down your exposed shoulders and onto your shoulder blades. “This’ll be your little punishment, alright?”

Another drop, then another trails onto your skin, hot stings of scalding wax dribbling and then hardening on reddened flesh. Jason has collected the excess wax from the doll he was working on, rolling it all together and holding the lighter underneath to melt the stuff right onto you. You shrieked, arching your back away from the sensation when you tried to flinch away again.

Until you sat still, forcing your chest against his, did he finally take the droplets away, setting the lighter back onto the workbench. “Good girl. See? You can listen.”

You panted into his neck, taking deep, settling breaths of his scent and centering yourself back. You didn't want to admit it, didn’t want to let him win over you- but as the wax dried and crusted onto your skin, you realized just how good it had felt.

After the initial shock, the initial wave of pain, the sting was euphoric and fun. You sat for a moment, contemplating just how serious he was as you felt him get back to work on his project. Did you dare?

But when you felt his hard cock twitch inside of you, flinching against your swollen walls, you knew you physically couldn’t restrain yourself any longer.

Pressing your hands against his chest, you dared to shift your hips, pressing your ass back far enough to shallowly ride him back and forth. Jason huffed, a tsk leaving his gritted teeth as you felt him reach for the lighter again, flicking the flame to life.

Before the first drop could even reach your skin, you shakily forced your hips up, snapping your ass back down with an obscene slap that echoed in the small workshop. Jason choked, your shrill moans as the wax dripped achingly slowly onto your bare shoulders, soaking their way down to your spine. You forced yourself back up, the redhead’s hands too occupied with the wax and lighter to force your hips still.

“Fuck- fuck, you little brat.” He groans, digging his heels into the floorboards as he tries to forcefully ignore the way his cock twitches and rings with excitement every time your ass makes contact with his bony hips. “I said-”

And then you’re sliding your hips up and down, snapping your ass back as you ride him with such depravity it leaves the redhead choking out a moan. He grits his teeth, wax sharply dropping lower and lower onto your back until the drops reach the plump curve of your ass, colorful liquid decorating your red skin. “S’too good, Jason- F-fuck you’re so- hah-”

His cock is swiping across your sweet spot, pressing in so hard you can’t help but let the tears pooling at your waterline trickle down your cheeks, face so puffy and red from built-up frustration. Jason seems to have lost some hold on the tools he was using to reassess you, the wax dripping across the swell of your ass and trickling down onto his clean slacks, staining the fabric. The sting is euphoric, every pinch of the burning liquid egging you to bounce your pretty ass faster.

Above you, Jason is lost, teeth gritted so tight he might chip a tooth at just how good the swell of your cunt feels constricting and tugging his veiny cock. He’s soaked inside of you so long you’re all warm and gushy, your arousal glistening down his length and pooling on his hips. He was satisfied just warming himself inside of your pretty cunt, but now that you’re moving and riding him as you need him, it’s all he can do not to give in to your minxy little rebellion.

“Jason- please, please. Just wanna- wanna cum so bad-”

Shit, the sweet sound of your tired voice sends chills all down Jason’s aching body, gnashing his teeth to withhold your desperate claws down his shoulders.

“[Y/N].”

“Jason-”

Using the last of his restraint, the redhead flames the light across the remaining stick of wax as close as he can, forcefully heating up the stick to a high degree. You’re bouncing on him, taking his cock all the way to the hilt each time, your thighs screaming for rest as they work over and over. Dropping the lighter onto his desk, Jason wraps around the small of your waist, holding you still for just a moment as he presses the stick of gooey hot wax right in the middle of your shoulder blades.

You cry out, pressing your bare chest as close to his as you can, and moan gutturally through the striking wave after wave of flashing pain. It’s only reasonable that he leaves you with a mark, the skin already turning red and blistered as the rest of the liquid dribbles down your spine and onto your flushed ass. It’s such a sight, your whines and labored cries moving closer to his ear as you nip at his neck. Jason groans, your lips pressing behind his blushing ears and sending chills down his body.

“Don’t cry when I give you what you want, my dear. I won’t- hah- I won’t stop now…” Wrapping his arms tight around your waist, Jason spreads his legs, digging his feet into the floor as he shifts your hips up onto him. You smile sickly, letting out a hearty moan when you feel his hips begin to snap up into yours, his cockhead ramming your cervix with cruel intent.

You gush around him, cunt shining with the sheen of your arousal and staining his nice clothes, the squelching, and slapping of built-up neglect obscene to listen to. The redhead claws against your back, fingernails digging into the trails of colorful wax and smearing the crusted liquid across your skin further. You huff, sobbing into his shoulder with every heavy thrust he delivers you, an even better punishment than the one before.

“Hah- Is it worth it? To be such a brat?” He pants, snagging a handful of your ass and digging his nails into the excess skin. You smile into his shoulder, sniffling your tears as the ache from your back subsides with the immense pleasure from your gut.

“Yeah.” You hum into his ear, nibbling the skin of his earlobe to make the man choke on his words. You dig your knees again, bouncing your ass down in time with his cock curving into the swell of your cervix and abusing the nerve over and over again.

Jason’s face is flushed, cheeks nearly matching the redness of his hair as his balls tighten and strain with every slap against your ass, his harrowing pace faltering just for a moment when you arch into it, tightening your gummy walls onto his veiny length. “Hn- My dear-”

Tears stain into his white button-up the same as the juices from your pussy stain his slacks, your cunt fluttering and constricting terribly tight around the hilt of his cock. Jason can feel his hips ache, his gut swell and knot every time the divot of his cock nudges your sensitive g-spot. He knows you’re close too, each bounce of your hips leaving you shaking for just a moment before you force yourself up to meet him again.

He leans close, sweat building across his brow as he pushes fiery strands out of his face to whisper close, “C’mon, dear, you wanted it so bad, now let me feel you cum with me inside, alright?”

It only takes a few more calculated thrusts up into your pussy before you’re snagging your fists into his hair, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of nauseating orgasms wracks your body. You cry into his shoulder, thick globs of tears staining your cheeks as your cunt clenches something awful around the thick girth still fucking its way inside you.

“Inside- inside, Jason- You’ve been in this long, don’ pull out now-” You choke, snarling into his neck.

That's all the poor, utterly feral redhead needs to cum. He’s clenching his eyes shut, digging his nails into the small of your back to force your hips impossibly closer down onto his cock as he delivers pulse after pulse of globs of cum up into your messy cunt. You rut your hips, riding out the crashing high that has Jason gripping you by the arms and forcing you off of his chest, staring with heavy, droopy eyes at the mess he’s made of you.

He trails his bright eyes down to the absolute mess of stains as his cock flinches and pulses, buried so snugly inside of you. You dizzily glance down, thighs still shaking as you’re met with the lewd sight of your pussy being absolutely stretched, lips so puffy and red as they grip so tightly around his girth. The sight is enough to make you moan again, weakly trying to sit your hips up and slide him out of you, desperate to see the mess he’s made inside also.

Until fingers dig into your hips, forcing you back down to the hilt and keeping you pistoned right there, unmoving. You feel the warmth of his cock back inside, cum soaking into your gooey arousal. “I’m not done just yet, my lady.”

Pushing you back against the workbench, Jason reaches for the lighter, another stick of wax held tight in his other hand. It’s not a moment before the droplets of fiery liquid are dripping onto your chest, running down the curve of your tits. His hips flex, nudging his cock in and out at a terribly infuriating pace, just barely reaching as far as it was.

“I say another round’s in order, don’t you, dear?”

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[princesscockdestroyer]

jolly rancher 😛

[therandomfaebean]

jason the toymaker is too compassionate towards inanimate objects. Whenever he finds a plushie with a tear in the store or a cute figurine or fashion doll that's broken he starts sobbing. Violently and audibly white hair black tears shaking typa thing. If you're his partner and you own plushies, mh dolls, Barbie dolls, anime figures, toy soldiers, cabbage patch kids or the like he'd come to your house to check to make sure you're caring for them right. He has a specially soft spot for cabbage patch kids and collects them like a mad man cuz he thinks its cute they all have their own little names. He once had a victim with the same name as one of them and trapped her soul in it. Aside from keeping his former friends body's as dolls he'd keep all their toy and plush and doll items as well. Same with his ex lovers things. When it comes to his former friends and lovers if they had a preference in type of plushie or doll when they were alive and if he decided to "fix them up" he'd keep that in mind.

Bonus: he cant eat food with a cute face on it and once cried cuz candypop was eating peeps in front of him.

[maskys-punching-bag]

Creepypasta/MH Men - General Headcanons

Just yapping about my faves ^^ Rating: 18+, MDNI Characters: Brian Thomas, Tim Wright, Toby Rogers, Jeff Woods, Jack Nyras, Jason Meyer, Jonathan Blake CWs/TWs: Suicidal ideation, violent mood swings, typical things for these characters. Gets a little less 'oh no :(' and a little more unhinged with the last three. Toby and his laundry list of medical issues ;-;

𓆣 General 𓆣

I don't see all the characters being victim to Slender, just a handful: Brian, Tim, and Toby. The rest I see as mostly independent actors, with occasional collaborations

For the proxies, I think the slender sickness slowly eats at their soul. I'm not a particularly spiritual person, but I think whatever makes a person alive is degraded by the sickness. So, over time, even if their physical bodies aren't degrading, you can tell something is just... wrong about them. Very uncanny valley, very "why are you so cold?"

Slender is The Devil(TM) as far as I'm concerned. I don't see him being fatherly or kind, and if he is, it's a manipulation tactic. He also doesn't keep the proxies under full force of the sickness 24/7, because it's so detrimental to their psyche. He prefers to control them through threats and manipulation. If those don't work, though, and he has a punishment in mind or something that needs to be done, he'll control them fully

The proxies are able to live relatively normal lives outside of when Slender needs them to do something, and they better comply. If they do, it's periods of normalcy earmarked with nights of extreme violence. Of course they can't live entirely normal lives, but they can have an apartment, hobbies, etc. Slender doesn't care if they date or have friends, either, but each of them has learned independently that the more people you care about, the more Slender can use against you

I see a lot of 'Tim and Brian hate Toby' but I just can't see it. My version of Toby is about my age (21), and to them, he's just a kid. Sure, he can be irritating, but it fucks them both up that a kid got roped into this. He just makes them sad, mostly, and it's made them protective of him

Jonathan and Jason will 'hunt' together sometimes, and feed off each other's negative energy. They're both narcissists who love to fight

⚇ Brian Thomas ⚇

He's a bit more social than a lot of them

Definitely is the bait whenever they need to lure someone, because of the three proxies, he's the only one who won't scare them off

Passively suicidal 100%. Definitely had a couple "you wanna shoot me? Do it" type encounters with victims

Where Tim might cover how he feels about the proxy situation with rage, and Toby might cover with apathy, Brian covers with sarcasm

Everything has to be a joke to him, because otherwise he'll feel inclined to turn his gun on himself (not that Slender would ever let him, of course)

Has a category 5 crash out when he realizes that he's not really alive anymore--and thus no longer killable--due to prolonged slender sickness

𓊔 Tim Wright 𓊔

Doesn't share Brian's suicidal ideation; has a more "i've lived through too much to give up now" kind of outlook

Still, he's not quite going to run from death, either

Probably the most determined of the three to get out from the slender sickness alive. Brian has given up, and Toby is manipulated to hell, but he's on a warpath. Ideally, he can get them out as well

Comes off as angry most of the time, but it's a defense mechanism. He doesn't want anyone getting too close, or even some girl at a bar thinking he's a good man to talk too--Slender has shown him more than once that he can take away everything in a blink of an eye

(I HC one time he almost got out, but failed, and as punishment, Slender made him slaughter the girl he was seeing. He got much more closed off after that)

Smokes like a chimney. He cracked a joke about not having to worry about lung cancer when they found out they were effectively dead, and Brian almost shot him over it

By far the most paranoid of the three. He has a shotgun he sleeps next to, and he's nearly taken Toby's head off a few times when startled awake

𓌏 Toby Rogers 𓌏

Oh, Toby. I could cry over him

For the most part, he still thinks Slender acts in his favor. He got him away from his father, even if it burned up every other aspect of his life, so shouldn't he be grateful?

He's not childish, but he can pretty naive due to just not having much life experience. I think he was, what, 17 when Slender took him in? He's never gotten the chance to be independent

Which has led him to following Tim or Brian around when he needs a place to stay. Change makes him nervous, and the whole 'being wanted on a federal level for patricide' thing doesn't help in securing a place to stay

He's gotten much better at managing his autophagia as he aged, but the CIPA conditions have only gotten worse, which is characteristic of that disorder. He knows he probably won't live to be very old, but he tries not to dwell on it

His health issues are part of why he clings to Tim and Brian so much. He's prone to seizures, which will cause injury if he's alone during them, he's developing premature cataracts, and Charcot joints will eventually be a problem. Even if he can't feel the pain in his joints, he logically knows it's there. He needs a lot of help, frequently, and it's not getting any better

Of course, Slender still has him push his body further than he should

Moving on, though, he has a pretty agreeable disposition. He has moment where his mood swings pretty aggressively, but it's gotten better as he's gotten older. Really, it mostly happens after Slender sends them on a job, or after a particularly rough day medically

Most of the time when his mood shifts, he just gets pretty quiet and apathetic, but he'll lash out if pushed

𓌜 Jeff Woods 𓌜

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s a jackass for the love of the game, but he is incredibly unbalanced

He's prone to mood swings and violent fits, with outbursts occurring more often when under emotional duress

When he's violent, it's not a result of the slender sickness like Brian, Tim, and Toby, but it's due to one of these fits

He's a proxy reject; too unpredictable

When he's having a moment, he's not really cognizant of who he's taking it out on, whether that be a friend, partner, stranger, etc...

It's a really bad cycle of him having a fit, feeling horrible about what he did, spiraling, and then that stress and emotional upset just sends him into another

He needs a very calm space to keep his head on straight (and lots of medication, but that's not quite accessible when you're a wanted felon)

𓄧 Jack Nyras 𓄧

Everyone's favorite monster man!

I really like to play up the monster side of him. Unnatural noises, joints and limbs twisting in ways they shouldn't be able to, sharp teeth, etc

He has a hard time playing nice with others. Not necessarily because he wants to be difficult, he's just been operating at such an inhuman plane of existence for so long, it's hard for him to sympathize with a creature a little more human.

Not to say he cant get along with others, it's just a frustrating experience for all parties involved

He's not indiscriminately violent. He's very choosy about his victims. Although he is an eldritch horror now, I think some of his personality retained; since he was a med student, I think he'd go after those already on their death bed, and make their deaths quick

Alternatively: 'eat the rich' :)

Will occasionally play doctor to the proxies, particularly for Toby. He tries not to make a habit of it, but the science-oriented part of him loves have something to study (poor Toby lmao)

⚒ Jason Meyer ⚒

He is so unbelievably charming at first meeting! You wouldn't ever imagine he has epoxied corpses in his attic

This is mostly canon to my knowledge, but his 'home' is a separate dimension. Where this might veer from canon is I think he can manipulate it at will. Walls move, doors disappear, etc

When I think of the dolls he makes, I imagine something very similar to House of Wax, but with resin, epoxy, porcelain, whatever. It's just liquifying gore underneath. He's not gentle, either. He'll snap bones, cut, twist, and tear at whatever he sees fit if it means making his victim perfect

That said, because it is in his dimension, I think he can keep the person's consciousness alive. I think he'd do this with his more liked victims because he wants to keep them around; or, at least, the version of them he thinks they should be. That's why he made them into a doll after all, to make them into the best versions of themselves

Flies into rages pretty often, especially when a victim first hits a point where he thinks they need to be dollified. Storming around, shattering things, cursing under his breath about who do they thing they are? Sometimes he'll break his other dolls, and if the vessel is broken, they at least get to rest in peace

He gets cripplingly lonely. Can you spell attachment issues? He's quick to go find another victim when the quiet of his home starts getting to him

𐀪 Jonathan Blake 𐀪

Zero redeeming qualities. NONE. I mean this with all the affection in my heart, he is one of my favorites, but the guy is a total prick

Still, he can be incredibly charming like Jason. Especially to his victims, who are usually vulnerable emotionally

As a poltergeist, he feeds off misery, so even if someone isn't a victim, he still gets a kick out of messing with someone

Bringing up who he was as a person, and how he passed, is a sure fire way to be turned into a plaything. He doesn't even really like being called by his actual name anymore, if he even recognizes it

He doesn't remember his family's faces anymore

He's ambitious to a fault when it comes to power--he'll often try to find ways to siphon power from other powerful beings, and one day it's going to kill him for good

As one of the only other beings with proxies, he likes to keep an eye on Slender's. Especially Brian, since he's already given up, and Toby since he's easy to manipulate

He freaks out if light is shined on him, and refuses to go out during the day

Will have little moments of clarity where he remembers who he used to be, but he's quick to bottle it up. He used to be so weak, in his eyes, and refuses to be at anyone's mercy ever again

[sister-lucifer]

Things the Creepypasta + Marble Hornets crew would do that would give me the ick 

Toby is very childish, sometimes in ways that aren’t cute. He’ll throw a whining, foot stomping tantrum if he doesn’t get something he really wants. He’s also as messy eater and will just walk around with stains on his mouth and shirt 

Tim is inconsiderate and apathetic a lot of the time and will put out his cigarette in your canned drink before thinking to ask if you’re done with it, and he’ll not only make you get another one but also ask you to get him a beer ‘since you’re up’

Jeff holds grudges against random people he doesn’t even know for insane amounts of time, like someone so much as brushes his shoulder on the subway you’ll hear about it for weeks. Also he can never ever see himself as being in the wrong in even the slightest way in any scenario no matter what and it’s impossible to hold a civil discussion with him

Brian has no idea what he wants out of any relationship, platonic or otherwise, and will accidentally lead you on jumping from ‘let’s be friends with benefits’ to ‘i’m deeply in love with you’ to ‘let’s just be friends’ and everything in between, not necessarily in that order

Jason The Toymaker is a bit effeminate with his way of dress and general self expression, but is so embarrassed and in denial about it that he does a 180 and accidentally turns into a misogynistic trad guy when he talks

Laughing Jack is not and will never be over his severe abandonment issues and will consistently invade your privacy (like breaking into your phone or laptop) to make sure you aren’t insulting him or planning to leave him behind his back

Eyeless Jack is generally very quiet which wouldn’t be an issue if it didn’t lead to very passive aggressive displays of unhappiness instead of just telling you what the issue is. Like instead of just asking you to do the dishes he’ll take the dirty dishes and stack them on your bedside table in the middle of the night. Doesn’t matter how good you usually are with meeting his needs and wants, this is his first course of action

Jane doesn’t really have feelings of her own anymore and sort of forgets that others have them. If you come to her to vent you’ll only feel worse because she’ll keep saying things like “well why don’t you just _____?” thinking she’s being helpful by offering a solution but failing to realize that’s not what you need right now

[swirlietea]

what do you think jason's parents thought of amelia?

this a good time to properly introduce jason's parents! charles and beatrice meyer. charles was a renowned engineer, while beatrice was a stay at home mom. their marriage was nothing but the worst from the beginning. charles was an angry man, and could never attach himself to anything but his own work. beatrice was an empathetic, and considerate woman to start, but her spirit was drained after jason's birth, and the continuous abuse from charles. after a while, the only thing they had in common was neglecting their son.

charles hated jason at a young age, and so he didn't care for amelia, either. paying attention to jason would mean paying attention to his failures. charles finds it difficult to look at him, let alone acknowledge his declining social life. charles may be put off by the fact jason's only friend is a son, but honestly—charles never expected much from him. if anything, charles expected amelia to drop that kid.

beatrice would have dates with amelia's mom! little tea times in their garden where amelia n jason would play together while the two moms chatted. in coming years, beatrice lost energy to leave her house anymore. so the exchanges between them lessened. beatrice was eternally grateful for amelia. in fact, she thanked amelia long after jason went missing—much to amelia's guilt. beatrice had never understood her own son. she held onto the belief that amelia was always there for him when she couldn't be. it's not true, but beatrice believed so.

in the wise words of stars who writes jason for us:

[bunny-d011]

My Jason the Toymaker Headcanons

𖤐 he says he “hates kids” then turns around and becomes a surrogate father to half of them and has given a spare key to the toyshop to all of them (I’ll probably make another post for those headcanons)

𖤐 whenever there is a new Creepypasta, their room builds itself and this usually takes a week, during that week, the new Creepypasta stays in Jason’s toyshop

𖤐 He calls Jeff, “Jeffery” despite being corrected a dozen times because Jeff is a nickname and Jeffery is his real name, he does this with nobody else, just Jeff.

𖤐 him being a demon comes with limitations that serve to be a sort of “punishment” for his crimes, one of them being that he will become possessive and obsessive over someone until he turns them into a doll, aka, a “chosen one”. There’s a protective spell that stops Creepypastas from being chosen ones, but outside of that, Jason is extremely normal for the most part

𖤐 Despite being a toymaker, Jason has the most random skills ever and will not elaborate on how he learned them. These include maintenance and repair skills which are useful whenever someone breaks something like a plate, a wall, or a microwave which people usually just chock up to him knowing due to being able to make toys or repairing the toyshop. Then there are the other skills he has like playing the violin or how to quickly pop a joint into place.

𖤐 He’s British, however, his mother was French so he also speaks a fair amount of French

𖤐 He treats Mr Gluttony, Licorice, and Red Mouse as pets, he’s also the only one who can talk to them and the only one who can hear them.

𖤐 Jeff and Ben are banned from toy shop which also means when they are sent on missions, they aren’t allowed to use the toys Jason has made due to the fact they nearly killed Mr Gluttony on accident

𖤐 Jason has been a Creepypasta for 200 years so he has more responsibility and trust than a lot of the others. So whenever a mission isn’t going well, he’s called to help

𖤐 Jason’s toyshop can appear anywhere is Slenderman’s woods but his toyshop is only stationary in the circus.

𖤐 His friends are the clowns but he sees them more as family than anything, he’s also dating Jill. When he first met them, he was almost like a stray cat that would hiss any time you got too close and wanted nothing to do with you, but due to the clowns repeatedly and constantly trying to reach him, he started to become more social.

𖤐 Offenderman is dead. Why is this relevant? Jason was the one that killed him.

𖤐 Jason can never catch a break, he’s either doing the single job that’s he’s signed up and qualified for, fixing something, taking over a mission that someone else couldn’t do or did wrong, doing his own missions, or something else that someone else has to do so Jason is basically always exhausted but refuses to have any help

𖤐 He smokes pot a fair amount

𖤐 He uses Victorian slang which confuses everyone

Let me know if there are any other Creepypastas uou want headcanons about. Have a good day <3