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I love The Butchery William Hillwalker is husband bleh yeah I mostly post OC OC x Canon aesthetics

[lui-rata]

[doobledabbadoo]

splendid's priorities, a dumb little comic i made in between comms

[creepy-n-sleepy]

Are people here still into Michael Afton??

[heytherelonelystar]

FIREFLIES FLICKER AND CRICKETS CHIRP under moonshine. the light breeze causes the verdancy to sway wistfully in the enveloping night. overall a serene scene, with stars peeking overhead the glittering swamp nearby.

the juxtaposition of this calm panorama and the bloodied body in the shrubs, of whom william stands over, hatchet in hand

a juxtaposition from the unlucky travelers view, probably splotchy, likely blurred.

and now definitely black, or whatever it is the afterlife brings. william rises to stand up straight, biceps subtly flexing as both of his palms grip the handle of his stained weapon. strands of black shroud his chiseled face glistening with the thinnest sheen of sparkling sweat.

you step down the wooden steps of the patio, nonchalantly, “you found him?” william responds with an affirmative hum.

right after jackson had left for a trip out to town, knuckles rapped against the front door, and you were met with a tow-haired man. oozing that obnoxious frat vibe, his abysmal flirtation didn’t go unnoticed either. you couldn’t hold back your grin when you figured he’d be fun to chase.

he was sloppy as ever. running, tripping, loudly stomping around the house when he finally sensed that he was in danger

“must be drunk,” you scoffed.

william curled his lip, nodding. “makin’ the roads safer, then.”

hunting — you could call it, alongside only william without jacksons giddy presence felt more pressing. especially when william grew more and more irritated as time went by; he grew sick of playing cat and mouse. whereas you couldn’t lie, you had a bit of fun. you always do, that’s something the brothers are fond of you for of course.

walking over to you, william takes his weapon in his dominant hand, swinging it into the nearby wooden pillar holding up the patio cover with easy force. your eyes follow the weapon stuck in the wood, and then they move to meet his which are already on yours.

he huffs, throwing his head to the side slightly, eyes half-lidded. he says nothing, and huffs again.

you run your index finger gently down his bottom lip, forming on him a pout. his facial expression might as well match his incessant huffing and puffing. you pout as you do so, “so tired, huh?” you don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth rise as he softens into your feeble touch

he sighs, “and sweaty. yes.”

“and bloody. and stinky.” you say, placing both of your palms onto his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, and leaning into him. he breathes in and out, settling both his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back in return

over his shoulder you can see a stagnant leg on the ground, the rest of the body shrouded by the shrubs.

with a peck to his cheek you step back off of him, “shouldn’t jackson be back by now?”

“probably caught up in catchin’ something.”

“well, since you’re so tired i can take care of that.” you nod, gesturing behind him

“no, no. we’ll leave it up to jackson. keep your pretty hands clean. even in death i’d rather him not touchin’ you.”

you laugh softly, “my gentleman.”

repeated chimes sound loudly in the direction of the body, and you immediately roll your eyes. grabbing william’s axe out of the wood, you hear him chuckle gruffly as you walk toward the ringing sound. quickly, the glass screen shatters into black, and the sound ceases.

“i’m sick of those things.”

hello fellow hillwalker gooners…i enjoy writing for this concept of living as either of their crazy cute partners in crime…if anyone has any scenario ideas/suggestions i am all ears!! send em to my asks thingy!

[keylimekil]

New comic + close up for my favorite panel! Awww so cute please don’t die your so cute don’t die

Comic is just a silly little headcanon on how he lost his top tooth and got the scar on his lip in my human design 👅👅

[keylimekil]

Jackson Hillwalker from the Butchery!!!!! My dear boy he's done no wrong! (I say, lying through my teeth) Feel free to use as icons, download it, and such! i don't mind!!!!

[keylimekil]

They think this a game… dude I’m so scared and excited for chapter 4-5 like what if they diieeee…… 🥲🥲🥲🥲

Anyway UGHH this is how I view the brothers, so cute so cute they do no wrong probably…. 👀👀👀👀👅👅👅

[creator-of-monsters]

“What do you want in a man”

Whatever tf he is

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

divider provided by @cafekitsune

🗡️ So we all know how Barley is typically a bit of a reckless driver, right? Well, when it comes to you, he’s noticeably more cautious. Once he had to slam on the brakes and threw his arm out in front of you, despite the fact you had a seatbelt on.

🗡️ He is always so encouraging, but also knows when sometimes you may be better off backing out. Sometimes you can’t make a bad day good and just need to quit. Either way, he’ll be there for you.

🗡️ Will sometimes make a scene if someone were to disrespect you, whether it be just calmly calling them out or chewing them out. He knows how it feels when those around you make you feel lesser, and he won’t stand for anyone giving you that kind of grief.

🗡️ The way he stares at you while you’re not looking. Just because you two are in an established relationship doesn’t mean he’ll stop doing it. On the contrary, in fact.

🗡️ Anxiety giving you a hard time? Never fear, your boyfriend (aka the optimistic voice of reason) is here to keep you grounded. (remember that scene where Ian almost fell into the bottomless pit and Barley helped him calm down? yeah, like that)

🗡️ He worries sometimes because he knows you’ve gotten way too good at keeping your issues locked up and hidden, but he won’t press because he wants you to talk about it on your own terms.

🗡️ This may sound cliche but idc at this point, Barley is the best hugger. We’ve seen how he uses his forearm musculature to restrain his mom and pick up his brother, so imagine how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you close. One time he hugged you and your back popped.

🗡️ And speaking of his brother, it would mean so much to him if you made an effort to look out for Ian.

🗡️ Because he’s always so outspoken and lively, it hits a bit different when he talks soft and sweet to you.

🗡️ More than anything, Barley makes you feel seen and heard and never lets you forget your value. You’re never too much for him.

🗡️ Yes of course roughhousing is a regular thing. If he were being honest, he sometimes uses it as an excuse to hold you close. (despite not needing one)

🗡️ The first time you actually knocked him over, he felt himself fall even harder in love with you than he fell to the ground.

🗡️ According to Laurel, Barley has been known to run off sometimes, so I imagine that he’ll occasionally invite you out on little spontaneous roadtrips with him. Even if they’re just for the day.

🗡️ On said roadtrips, sometimes he’ll have you talk his ear off about whatever it is that you’re interested in to keep him from zoning out while driving. He likes hearing you yap.

🗡️ Sometimes he does need someone to lean on, especially when he opened up to you about his dad (especially his last memory of him) You needn’t really say very much, just hold him and be present.

🗡️ Barley is the boy who knows your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet, and even if he can’t give them all to you, it doesn’t matter because he took the time to get to know you as no one else does.

🗡️ One of, if not his favorite thing about you, if how brightly your heart’s fire burns when you get excited about something. He can see it behind your eyes. It’s funny how the fire in your heart wound up stealing his.

🗡️ He’s holding that line in his back pocket for when he eventually pops the question.

[sunsoakedoranges]

mood board edit of jackson ! inspired by @blondezombie face claim !

[heavenlyao3]

hellou there. if it aint too much to ask, can i get some general nsfw headcanons for William and Jackson? and maybe some "first time" hcs too if it's not too much trouble bcos i 100% believe theyre both loser virgins lmaoooo

They are such LOOSERS. 💔

《 Hillwalker Brothers x Reader Smut Headcanons 》

William:

☆ For the first time he'd be super stiff; as in his body, not his dick. Like he just wouldn't know where to put his hands or how to position himself with you. You had to guide him through it but once he learned, he was all over you.

☆ I feel his favorite position would be to hike one of your legs up over his shoulder while the other lay on the bed and his hands are rested on your hips. He loves looking down at you.

☆ Or he'd want you to sit on his face with his hands resting on your thighs while he'd lick/suck on you. He loves the pressure of you sitting on his face, it almost fufills his fantasy of you dominating him. Not really, but it's the closest he'll get.

☆ He has a smell kink. He'll steal your panties/underwear from your drawer or the dirty laundry (ik gross) and sniff them while jerking off.

☆ I find this one really cute but if William's doing any sex act, on himself or you, he'll turn around the stuffed bear laying on his bed so it can't see what he does. He just feels guilty having it look. 😔

☆ A lot of times he'll have a wet dream about you before wanting to have sex with you. Normally, you'd be dominating him in those dreams but he'd never let you do that to him in real life. (Maybe...)

☆ I'd say his sex drive was higher than Jackson's before they met you, but his was a lot worse when you came along. He started to jack off a lot more often.

☆ William loves to bend down to touch foreheads with you. You guys just staring at eachother for a few seconds as your sweat mixes together. He pulls back to kiss your forehead gently and seconds later, the intimate moment is gone.

☆ He grunts during sex. Normally he doesn’t moan but there have been times you've caught him off guard and you'll get a moan out of him.

☆ He’s very good with his hands. From all the farmwork he does around the house, he's a pretty gentle man. His hands were always calloused and beat up but he'd rub a little bit of lotion on his hands for you before touching you.

☆ William is such an ass man. He loves ass. Ass or no ass, he wants ya, he's coming for ya. He gets so hard over the way it jiggles and moves. He'd bruise your ass from needing it in his hands too hard.

☆ William loves cuddling or just simply laying with you after you both are finished and tired. He may not admit it but he loves your company and would love to hold you in his arms forever. He loves to hear your breath against him, your heartbeat, the smell of you. Sometimes it doesn't help him sleep because you're so intoxicating. (In a good way.)

Jackson:

☆ For Jackson's first time I feel he would be way too fast right off the bat and move in huried movements. It was unpleasant for you and your bodies pleasure.

☆ Jackson would be very hesitant at first, considering his whole relationship with the "Lord" thing. He'd say it was sinful but then give in to his temptation.

☆ He'd 100% let you take the lead at first but then soon he'd get the hang of it, and flip you under him, taking the lead instead.

☆ Hopefully you're a masochist. He’s into BDSM. With all the sadistic shit he does, theres no way he doesn't love to do this with you. He ties you up a lot with old rope he'd find from outside, keeping you put as he puts on a violent show for you.

☆ Loves carving on your skin. Whether that be random slashes or it could be his name. It just turns him on to see you all bloody.

☆ I wouldn’t say Jackson has a high sex drive but it definitely went up when you came into his life. He never really gave into jacking off though, except once. He felt really guilty afterward and apologized to the "Lord".

☆ Since he's bipolar I think for the most part when he would've has sex with you would be during a hypermania episode. He'd normally wake you up late at night because he didn’t feel tired, just to fuck you. This is where his rapid movement comes into play as well. Though after you guys are finished, he gets very irritable and agitated, so don't expect to cuddle with him for a long time.

☆ One of Jackson's poorly stiched fingers have surely fallen off during sex. That didn't stop him though, he just kept going.

☆ Jackson whimpers. OH I JUST KNOW THIS LOSER WHIMPERS. Doesn’t matter if he's top or if you're top. He's so loud too, William has gotten pissed at him before because of it.

☆ For sure Jackson's into nipple play. Rubbing his hands over them in small circular patterns, nipping at them with his teeth. He traces over them with his cold blade, watching your nipples grow harder.

☆ Jackson has a breeding kink. Now, he doesn't want to get you pregnant. (If you can get pregnant) [(Ykw nevermind mpreg real too 🥹✌️)] I mean think of the responsibility that entails. And their child being born into a murderous family? (He-he-hell nah) He gets so fixated on the fact of overstimulating you until your babbling utter nonsense; riding you from dusk to dawn. Until the cum is leaking from you.

☆ Like I said he gets irritable after sex so he won't cuddle for long. You just have to make it last as long as it can before his brain overthinks. Now he's up and moving and doing random work around the house. Although, he eventually does get tired and comes to bed and curls up with you. He'll sit and watch you before his eyes get droopy and he crashes. Or he'll crash on the couch, barn, yard, porch, ect.

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[readersregrets]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE something with Jackson or William (NO PREFERENCE, THEY'RE BOTH FINEEE) from the Butchery with a reader who's overly religious, yapping about the same Lord thing Jackson does, but way more forceful and theatrical about it. Like buddy would take your eyes out for "not seeing the truth" typa evil.

LIKKEE personality wise think Momoko from the Ghost Stories Dub. ALSO the gender can be neutral, but THERE AIN'T ENOUGH LADIES IN THE BUTCHERY!! So just 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 more feminine leaning.. 🤧

ALSO I DON'T THINK I NEED TO CLARIFY THIS, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE THAT YOU SHOULD HARM OTHERS IF THEIR BELIEVES DON'T MATCH YOUR OWN. It's just for the story, I like dramatic characters who are passionate about questionable things

🔪 William x Religious Female Reader

To the town? You're a beautiful, sharp, capable woman with a mysterious air and the soft voice of a lullaby. They worry, of course living out by Cottonwood like that, all alone, but you smile so kindly when you come in for sugar and thread, they hush their concerns.

To the survivors? You're a monster in modest dress. A born-again beast who doesn’t scream, you testify. You walk with a Bible in one hand and a hammer in the other, quoting the Lord in the same breath you talk about skinning sinners to let the light in.

You live in the only building close to the cottonwood farm, it's far from town and plenty of the survivors who escaped the farm come running straight to you. Life’s pretty good for you, less for the people William picks up later.

You preach in your home Like It’s a church, You arranged the furniture. Set up pews from broken tables. Lit candles that Jackson nearly burned his eyebrows off trying to help with.

You never married Will legally, but you're bonded together by “the lord”.

You don't kill anyone you catch in the gardens, You wait for them to wake up and try to give them a chance to convert, they always disappoint you.

Once forced a survivor to sit through the entirety of one of your sermons before one of the brothers came to grab them.

You’re not some crazy evangelical, you embody your new master. You don’t talk about the Lord like a distant deity. You speak like someone’s always in the room with you. And if you think someone is a heretic? You're the exorcism and the execution.

William’s a little obsessed with how unhinged you are. Jackson'd not the most dramatic one anymore. You scream louder and preach more violently than his baby brother ever did. Sing-song telling sobbing survivors, “you’re going to be reborn! You're a part of something far greater now!” He lives for it.

Watched you scrape meat off a rib bone like a snake once, “The Lord sure gave you a tongue to testify.” He had to sit down for a bit after that. (Freaks)

He started bringing you offerings chunks of ribs like in the bible, white feathers, and bracelets.

His favorite reward is when you asked him to kneel before a “sermon.”  (Freeeeaks)

William thinks You’re an Angel, not a good one. Not a pure one. A sword-wielding, fire-breathing angel that fell far from heaven and shacked up in the old shed one night, quoting Proverbs and calling blood “the Lord’s ink.”

He was obsessed from the first sermon you gave over a bleeding, weeping “guest” that was unlucky enough to think they were safe in your cellar.

William was halfway through a laugh when he realized he had goosebumps.

You don't kill without a Lesson, You’ll dress wounds. Offer tea. Talk about their mamas and what they believe in. And then You’ll ask them what they think happens after. And when they answer? You’ll hold their hand, smile sweetly, and say “Then you won’t mind what happens next.”

You Help William and William Set the Traps. You carve scripture into the wood of doors. “The Lord is known by his acts of justice, the wicked are ensnared by the work of their own hands.”

You and Jackson are terrible actors, William is embarrassed to be related to people who scream “WELCOME TO COTTONWOOD!” as loud as you two.

The first time William hears you preach, it actually makes him uncomfortable, which is saying something. He’s used to Jackson shouting about the Lord in bloody basements and rooms full of rot, but Jackson’s voice has the cadence of a bad showman introducing the newest freak show. Yours is more like an executioner reading out the charges before raising a blade.

The Lord doesn’t need you to soften these tests like the brothers do. He doesn’t ask for lambs, He asks for lions! And if these faithless mongrels won’t open their eyes, then you’ll take the damn things from their skulls yourself.

He should be way more unsettled by you than he already is, but instead he’s entranced. You’re everything he wishes he could be, passionate, unquestioning, righteous beyond reason. Where he wavers between compassion and cruelty, you bulldoze straight into divine fury, unrepentant and theatrical.

You and the brothers together become an even more terrifying trio, William’s coals stoking your fire, his steady certainty grounding your explosive outbursts. 

Sometimes, William catches himself staring at you mid-rant. Not because he disagrees, but because for once, he’s found someone louder than his baby brother, and he doesn’t mind.

Random comments she would make as an enemy in the game because I have no self-control. 

If She has not spotted a player:

❝Now don't hide forever! The lord's testing you, and I'd hate for you to fail.❞

“I bet you've seen plenty of cows, pigs, and horses already, but did you ever wonder why you see no lambs? Look in the mirror…”

“Now, don't make me get the boys in here!”

After spotting a player:

“Where are you off to?”

“Stay right here!”

“Hello, friend!”

“Found you!”

After losing a player:

❝I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you. But if you don’t want it… I can make you into someone who does.❞

“The wicked shan't escape their penance.”

After killing a player:

❝You see, darlin’, when you open someone up, you see they're full of grace. But others? Its just rot.❞

❝You think I’m wicked? Oh, honey… I'm hunting down the wicked.❞

“The Lord did not give us bodies so you could blaspheme with them, darlin’. Might as well take 'em off your hands if you’re going to waste ’em.”

If a player goes into an area that she can not:

❝You LEFT sermon!? I wasn't FINISHED preaching! GET BACK HERE!❞

“Oh darlin’, Won't you come back here…? Fine, be like that”

“See you next Sunday!”

[satori-runa]

—HONEY ON YOUR HANDS

Summary: You got used to your new cannibalistic cottage core life and took a step further in life.

Words: 1k

Tags: Murder, Blood, established relationships, female reader

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You weren't sure when it became official.

It wasn't a fairy tale. There were none of those romantic kisses under the gentle moonlight, where he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer into his chest. Nor did he mutter a sweet confession into your ears behind closed doors, when his brother remained asleep at night. Just the slow shift of your kidnapped life filled with a strange intimacy.

His silence softened the edges. The way William hovered close to you, whenever you did the chores around the house, his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual while meeting in the garden. He even joined you in bed after you fell asleep and would rise before you woke up.

Maybe it turned so naturally, when you started to stitch his wounds. Or perhaps it was around the time, when he stopped hiding the blood on his hands.

Dating William wasn’t like anything you’d read in your little books back at home. There were no flowers,because you picked those by yourself. No love letters, because he barely spoke unless necessary. But he brought you bones cleaned of meat, and you turned them into wind chimes that clinked gently in the breeze. It was a weird match, but still fitting in its own way.

He brought you a deer once.

Still warm. Still twitching. His brother sewed some additional limbs to it, in a not so pleasing way. You blinked at it lying across the table, heart hammering, but you didn’t scream. You just looked at him and said quietly, “Do you need help skinning it?” It was a genuine question. His eyes widened, just slightly. Enough to notice.

“No,” he said. “But… you can watch.”

So you did. You sat across the room, flower crown crooked on your head, humming quietly as he worked. You weren’t disturbed. Just thoughtful. Later, you took the cleaned bones and lined them along your garden beds like little guardians. You got creative with the bones you got.

William watched you kneel in the dirt, your white apron dusted with soil and petals.

“You make everything beautiful,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit.You looked up, smiled soft and sunlit. “Even you.”He didn’t believe it, but he let you press a dandelion into his palm and kissed his jaw anyway.

Soon enough there came a day that started like any other day that you came across. You were in the garden, humming quietly one of the records that played in the livingroom and you fixed the apron bow that was tied behind your back. An apron that William gave you, stolen from another poor unfortunate victim. A fine smell of herbs hit your nose and you turned around to the kitchen window, the soup in the pot was just starting to bubble, herbs from the woods, meat from…well from William and Jackson. The house smelled better than ever.

And then the scream came. It was sharp, panicked and male. The fitting description for the poor unfortunate guy that crossed paths with Jackson and Williams' weird new pig. It resulted in Jackson kidnapping the guy, probably to turn him into another one of the cows. But the scream was enough to let you freeze. Your hand hovering over the petals of a foxglove.

He wasn't supposed to be awake yet.

Jackson and William were gone, hunting. And it meant they left you alone in charge.

And somehow, things were going downhill now that one of their victims woke up and was probably loose in the house.

You didn’t panic.

You untied your apron, left it draped over the bloody chair, and stepped into the hallway barefoot. The scream had come from the upper floor, and now… now there were footsteps. Frantic ones. A slam. A crash. Something knocked over. The screen door creaked. He was running.

You followed. Not quickly. Not loudly.

Like a shadow with soft hair and a steady breath. You were at an advantage, since you were sure that he wasn't aware of your presence. You found him near the edge of the woods, shirt half-torn, face scraped from falling. His wrists were raw from where the bindings had been. He looked back and he didn’t scream this time. He just stared.

“You…” His voice cracked. “You’re another victim? God thanks, I think I know the way out..” You tilted your head. You were still in your soft house dress. You probably looked harmless. He took a step back. “You…They’re monsters. You don’t have to be here. You can escape with me.” You blinked slowly. "Escape?"

You looked over your shoulder, back toward the little cottage. The herbs. The fireplace. The books, the tea, the bloody knives soaking in the sink. William.

"No," you said gently. “I’m already home.”

He tried to run again. Poor thing.

You moved quickly,faster than you thought your body could. The knife you grabbed from the kitchen still had flour on the handle. You weren’t William. You weren’t precise or clean. But when it was over, and the forest was quiet again, you knelt beside the body and pressed your fingers to his still-warm neck. Your breath came steady.

You returned home barefoot. Quiet. Streaked with red. The soup still simmered. You washed the blood off slowly, carefully, like you were rinsing jam from your hands. You set the table for two. Lit a candle. And you tied your apron again. When William came through the door, eyes tired, coat damp with fresh kill, he stopped when he saw you. His eyes flicked over your dress. The red at your collar.

"...What happened?" he asked, voice low.

You looked up from your knitting, warm smile on your face. “One of them got out.” A beat.

“And?” he asked.

You didn’t stop knitting. “Handled it.”

A longer pause.

Then, you felt it before you saw it, he stepped forward and knelt by your chair. His cold fingers touched your ankle, traced a faint smear of red on your skin.

He didn’t ask for details.

He didn’t need to.

That night, he kissed you for the first time.

And it distracted you from the fact that there was blood on both your hands.

[willerinaballerina]

[fremvermado]

Oh my god, it's Happy Tree Friends...

[penguinofspades]

I like to imagine that Lifty and Shifty were the "racoon goons" Tom Nook mentioned in the GameCube Animal Crossing.

[pseudobunny-yo]

a sketchy thing for my friend /I kinda like Shifty too tbh