Warning! This Product Contains: Tim, Brian, Laughing Jack, Jeff The Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Ben Drowned. (No slender because I can't think of a full name for him)
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
unread chats: attempting the "would you still love me if i was a worm?" trend with the creeps
content: mostly gn!reader but a couple f!reader, CRACK, pure fluff except for jeff lmao duh
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🜏 regards... i can't believe i actually caved and made one of these bro but i gotta admit it was fun asf 😭 s/o @cryingintheclubdhmu and @miaowitch for inspiration x3 enjoy this stupid ass idea creepsters ! see below for my normal fics n stuff :p
"Ahh, my sweet sugarplum, my lovely lollipop, my delicious dear... AHH, i could just eat you up!" Jack continued to murmur against your hair, he pressed tender kisses on it at the same time as he spoke. Sometimes, his teeth or nose poked through and tangled with your hair, which made him stop talking alltogether.
"I doubt you'd do that, bet i'm the only person who could keep up with you. Eating me would simply be... unconvenient, for both you and slender."
"Oooh~ but i will, someday, sometime i will. Hehe, you won't even notice! I'll start with your face, ooh, your sweet face. Kiss your lips slowly with little, little nibs, until red blooms from them. Then, i'll go down your collarbone, kiss the bones until there's–"
You looked up as Jack kept on mumbling nonsense against your hair. You didn't stop him, even if you tried, you couldn’t. He always looked cute whenever he discussed nonsensical topics like these. Like asking you if you would love him if he was a rock, not a worm. A rock. His eyes filled up with shine and glitter as he did, and on his pale face appeared a vague pink.
You adjusted yourself on top of him. Making sure your head was protected by the fur of his neck. Protected from his ramblings, that is.
"Jacky," the nickname that left your lips made him stop his talking, "mhm, come on.. we have a mission tomorrow. I love when you talk but, i'm.."
"Tired?" He interrupted you, "Oh, do not fear, my dear, i will make some tea for you!" Just as you were about to respond, the clown escaped from your arms and into the kitchen.
