#emry desteele

YA’LL PLEASE LOOK AT THIS AMAZING PIECE OF EMRY DONE BY THE WONDERFUL FURBALL891 ON TWITTER?

Emry is! He's ab 6'5"

Oleander is second at 5'10"

[omg I love this? It’s so unique I’m excited *w*]

Slashers with a Dökkálfar S/O

Jason Voorhees

The first time he sees you wandering the forests at night he’s scared

You like the demons his momma warned him about in all of her lessons on Sunday, after all...

Yet... there’s something about you he finds so alluring. So indescribably beautiful in the moonlight that he is drawn to you

When he comes into your line of vision, massive in frame, you simply observe him with little fear in your eyes, tilting your head and reaching up with one of your pale hands to touch at the form before you

Jason allows it, though his body is tense as your mouth forms into a smile

“What a curious creature, aren’t you? Just like me.”

The two of you bond over long walks under darkened skies at night, just talking and watching the stars reflect off of the lake

He is in love with your connection to the earth, feeling that since you’re from the earth it is his duty to protect you as well!

Gifts you lots of flowers and beautiful things from above ground when you go back to your home, usually leaving them by the mouth of caves or giving them to you when you come out to meet him on dates

Michael Myers

Michael thinks its another costume when he first sees you

Until he remembers that he had run off after getting injured in the forests near Haddonfield and ended up in a mining entrance that went underground. There’s no candy here, so why would you be in costume?

Then he realizes he doesn’t care

Your only reason for being alive is that you confused him and intrigue him all at once for the longest of times

You tell him stories of your people and describe the world you live in and he listens with little change in his expression, though you can’t really tell beneath the mask

Secretly likes bringing you on killings with him because people usually get so terrified when they not only see him BUT a night elf as intense as you

All-in-all your relationship with Michael is a very fun and mischievous one, with a lot of shared conversation in between

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal doesn’t fully believe in what you are the first time he meets you, but he has heard stories of the Dökkálfar before

He and Mischa were told tales in Poland, growing up listening to the stories of your people and your light brethren

He can’t help but ask what it was like to grow up compared to something you could never possibly be and it results in you snapping at him to mind his own business

That’s what makes Hannibal know that he loves you

The two of you have very romantic evenings out together, lots of walks outside and nights in libraries as you help him study mythos and talk about the world you are from

Hannibal is curious about you and wants to know everything you have to offer for him, absorbing all of you and the world around you with a hunger in a man you’ve never seen before

There is a strong level of respect in your relationship with Hannibal, careful and determined and made out of the utmost understanding that you, first and foremost, are not human

To be in a situation where he is not the one above all humans is unnerving to Hannibal a bit, but, he loves you enough to accept it and worship all of you. It’s very romantic and warm

Bubba Sawyer

COMPLETELY TERRIFIED THE FIRST TIME HE MEETS YOU

The boy sees you, turns around, and just rUNS OFF LIKE ‘NOPE NO NOT A CHANCE DRAYTOOOOOOON’

When you don’t show yourself to Drayton when Bubba grabs his brother and forces him to look in the forest for ‘the monster’, Drayton just beats on Bubba in the forest and leaves him there

That’s what brings you out from the shadows, reaching out to touch at the wounds the man sustained and apologizing for letting it go too far

Bubba just nods and realizes that you aren’t as scary as he thought you might be!

You live in his basement for a while after that, the darkness and the damp smell of the earth reminding you of home as you watch him work and admire the dexterity with which he uses his fingers to make masks and skin people alive

Bubba’s crush is big and obvious but he never acts on it. It’s not until you approach him and kiss him on the lips through his mask that he realizes you return the feelings

Bubba loves cuddling you and running his hands through your gorgeous hair! He’l feel your ears and admire your eyes and just! Everything about you! He thinks you are a gorgeous creature

High key takes little polaroid pictures of you to hang and admire when you’re not around

All in all the sweetest boy with such a good and respectful relationship with you it’s very wholesome

Emry Desteele

Emry grew up on tales of weird shit in his forest so seeing a dark elf doesn’t really phase him

His first instinct is to try and kill or hunt you, just like anyone else trespassing into his forest (though it really is your forest if you’re going by lineage)

When you manage to survive him and enter into his home, he begrudgingly accepts your presence

Like bubba just lets you. Chill in his basement for a long time due to its earthy scents and textures

Honestly thinks you are so gorgeous. As he warms up to you he gets more touchy wtih you and your body, constantly petting your hair and opening your mouth to admire your teeth and just letting his eyes roam around you

Tends not to realize how touchy he can get until you’re all but in his lap with his fingers in your mouth just. Petting and exploring your teeth and tongue

Tries to sculpt you or sketch you a lot, he likes trying to capture your beauty

Makes a mask based off of your face and wears it around sometimes to see your reaction to it

Will not take it off regardless of if the reaction is good or bad

Is actually pretty gentle with you because you look so delicate that he’s afraid to hurt you

Emry is now Jeremy’s dad. Baby carrier time.

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[I am so flattered that you enjoy Emry so much! It means so much to me that he has a few fans lol. I wrote way too much for thiS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE LONG ONESHOTS-]

Feral

“Fucking pieces of shit,” You cursed to yourself as you kicked a stray rock somewhere into the foggy void of the forest around you, “Why is it always me who has to go ‘find help’? If they had just stopped at the last gas station and filled the air in our tires they wouldn’t be bitching about anything because they wouldn’t be stranded!”

It was supposed to be you and your friend’s last road trip together and, now, it was simply you in the forest as you wandered along a path one of the guys had noticed hidden tight against the edges of the overgrown Louisiana brush. A drawing of straws and a few more rock, paper, scissors matches later had determined that you were the unfortunate soul to explore the singular dirt road in hopes that the end would find you either at a small town or a home with a working phone that could be used to call for a tow truck back to the town that was now far too many miles away for you to walk.

Not that this was any fucking better.

Your body shuddered, not only because of the humid chill that seemed to set itself into the mossy earth, but because of a... sensation of some sorts. A strange feeling that burned into your stomach as your eyes became all too aware of how dark it was getting. Of how heavy the air felt and how thick the world around you grew on your back as your shirt stuck to your body with the sweat of walking for as long as you had been.

A snap of a twig echoed somewhere behind you and birds cawed angrily into the background, making you stop and turn your head with wide eyes. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you gazed against the thick trees and shrubs that obfuscated your vision from any possible danger. Your breath shook as you promised yourself that it was just the wind. Just an animal moving through the underbrush and minding its own business as it foraged. 

Peter told you about how pigs were the most intrusive species in the south nowadays. That was probably all it was, right?

You stood in the forest, debating whether to keep moving or step back as you moved your feet back and forth with an unsure bite of your lip.  You didn’t like this. It was like you were being watched... no... more than that, maybe?

Maybe you were being hunted.

Your feet moved then, but you were unsure of what direction other than forward. Forward and away from the beady nothingness that seemed to overcome your senses and rage at the instincts in the pits of your stomach as you moved.  Your walk had slowly turned into a jog and now that was beginning to turn into a run as the mist nipped at your heels like hungry hunting dogs, barking and baring misty teeth at your skin as you hurried with hot, ragged breaths into the night.

Your foot caught on a loose branch, sending you tumbling forward as your ankle made a disgustingly loud cracking noise under the pressure of the sudden juxtaposition. You cried out, catching yourself on the palms of your hands and letting the rocks and twigs dig into the tender flesh as you lay there, breathing heavily as the world around you spun with adrenaline. The silence was deafening around you and you saw a single drip of sweat fall from the tip of your nose down to the floor, where the earth soaked it up with greedy desire.

A crack and a growl echoed around you, the heavy snort of something inhuman shuffling in the dirt made your stomach curdle like spoiled milk and you dared to look upwards with a swallow.

The boar standing before you was massive. You had seen pigs at the petting zoo before but this was not one of those cute, domesticated little things you fawned over so much as a child certainly. Its tusks curled in on itself, sharp and fierce to match the drool along the rest of its teeth. They were stained with what looked to be the trace remains of blood against dirt and your hands dug into the foliage beneath you as you tried to move your feet. The warnings about the aggressive wild hogs eating human flesh made your blood run still as you winced in pain against your clearly broken bone. 

The pig shuffled and snorted, its drool increasing as it caught your scent. Its squeal was painful on your ear drums as tears welled in your eyes. Was this how you were going to die? Your mind raced as you stepped back in terror, shuffling on your stomach in hopes that it, somehow, wouldn’t see you.

You didn’t have to.

There was an additional crack in the brush and a growl far more terrifying than the one the pig had squealed out reverberated in the depths of your mind. The shuffling of the earth increased at a fervent pace, as if matching your heart, and you barely registered the blur of a form that broke itself out into the clearing with you and your swiney captor.

The sound of the struggle would haunt you for the rest of your life, just as the sight would. A blur of a human had tackled the menacing creature down to the floor, wrestling vehemently as the pig squealed with anger and surprise. Matching that noise was a set of chattering teeth and snarling growls as the being raised a large, curved hook into the air and sunk its end into the pig’s flesh, making it scream louder as blood spurted out of an artery that the cool metal hit. 

It took you a moment of staring to taste the blood on your lips. To register the blurry vision of your gaze. To understand that the blood had spattered on you as the pig’s tusks gnashed and clawed with its own fight of frustration. The struggle lasted for longer than you could understand, time blurring together in your shock until you watched the creature - no, you corrected, the man - reach down with two hands and wrench the creature’s jaws apart, snapping them and its head with a sickening break of bones and rendering it limp in the darkness.

All was quiet then, save for the sound of the man’s breathing as he gazed down at the prey he had killed.

Shirtless and with long, tangled brown hair that molded with grit and blood at its ends, the being stood well over six feet tall. Though you could only see his back, you would be fool not to notice the definition of muscle in the shape of his back, each shape curved with years of athletic exercise and unstoppable power. Scars littered the back and curled around his side to the front, where a chain wrapped itself sturdily against his body. You guessed it was attached to the hook. You didn’t move. You didn’t breath.

The being lifted something off of his face and leaned down. You caught the faintest glimmer of a hungry, wide, and drooling mouth in the moonlight before he descended downwards.

Fangs pulled greedily at raw flesh. They broke through the thick skin and gristle of the dead boar and pulled at the tendons with a fierce movement of his jaw. More blood splattered across the being and he spit out the hunk of useless fur and unchewable skin before reaching down with a free hand and spreading the new wound open to gain more access to the meat beneath it, like a treasure trove.

Handfuls of that sickly copper scented flesh was scooped open and thrust into his waiting mouth. The forest echoed with the heavy, disgusting chews of something you were now sure was just as monstrous as the pig it had killed. 

What could you do? What should you do? Your mind panicked.

Slowly you shifted your body, seeing if you could at least crawl a decent length away from the sight before you. To somehow get back to your friends and the safety of your car and-

A twig snapped and his head snapped with it, his gaze forward as he finished a mouthful of raw flesh. You cursed under your breath as you tried to sit up.

The man slid something down his face this time before turning to face you, chest heaving with an out of breath echo as he grabbed your gaze with his own. 

It was a mask he was wearing, the design hand crafted and messy to say the least, with one eye hole that watched you with the careful deduction of a predator. Your stomach twisted and you didn’t move again, gazing into his eyes as well as the two of you sat there for a long, endless moment of quiet in the world.

“Um... I think it was... going to eat me,” You whispered out awkwardly as you pointed to the pig, “I... Um... thanks for... eating it instead?”

Another scalding silence. The man tilted his head, some of his messy strands of hair falling into his masked face as he did so. The action would have looked cute on a being that wasn’t holding a giant hook and dripping with fresh pig’s blood. You simply stared back into that bright, curious green eye that held your gaze like a serpent’s might its seductor. You felt like, if your mind would panic less, you might be able to have a telepathic conversation with this guy.

Then he started to crawl towards you.

His fingertips dug into the earth beneath them, his limbs suddenly far too long for his body as he made his way over on all fours like some sort of feral animal. Your fight or flight reflexes echoed again and you scrambled away, only to cry out in pain as your ankle reminded you of its painfully broken sections of bone. The scream did not make him pause in his movements. He did not stop until he was in front of you, the nose of his mask touching your own and his hot breath filtering around the edges of his mask and hitting you with humid gusts. You held your own breath, fearful of its effect as the scent of blood and gore overpowered your mind. 

A hand reached out, touching the ankle that was broken and giving it a squeeze. You cried out again as his hand tightened and then let go, as if experimenting. He tilted his head again.

“I... I broke it.” You whimpered out, shutting your eyes tight, fearing that your fate might be one shared with the pig’s who had made you run so fast. 

Instead you were suddenly weightless. Your gaze snapped open to find yourself above the ground, in the arms of the masked man who had previously terrified you. His hands smeared blood on your arms and gore soaked into your clothes as his entire form overwhelmed your own with its mere presence. You felt the cold of the chain and the hook dig into your flesh, giving you goosebumps as the edges of his bloody hair tickled your face and made you gag with its rotting scent. 

It’s this dude! He’s my Original Character and one of my first slashers! If you’re interested in learning more about him, his tag on this blog is ‘emry desteele’! 

sure!

Emry is 6′5″ | 196cm and around 230 lbs | 104kg

More or less has the body type of Derek Mears (the man who played Jason in the 2009 Friday reboot)

Kinda like this but honestly Emry has way more muscle to him

That being said Emry has fucking MUSCLE. Mainly in his arms, legs, and back muscles since he runs around in the forest so much

He stands a bit hunched over and has a kind of small curve in his neck from being bent over desks a lot when he does taxidermy

Very hairy actually! His chest, arms, legs, and happy trail down to his dick are all very fuzzy and have brown hair thats nearly black

I always draw him with his hair in a gradient, but it’s only because the tips of his hair are literally caked with blood and grime they’re not actually red colored. So the tips and ends are twisted with mud and blood and flesh and they just hang there

He has a strange walk to him. When he walks on two feet he’s almost awkward: one foot in front of the other with a slow and heavy sort of movement. He can crouch and be a little more quiet bent down like that in the forest, but for the most part outside of his house he genuinley prefers to be on all fours

Catch him stalking around his house crawling like an animal, his front crouched and his back a little more up as he pushes forward and digs his fingertips into the dirt and gets it under his sharp nails and is endlessly moving about like that

Think Tarzan basically that’s kind of how he walks/prefers to. He also never wears shoes the only thing he wears is torn up pants

SCARS EVERYWHERE ALSO. He has TONS of scars on his arms, chest, sides, and back. I draw them willy nilly but the only scar he has that I ALWAYS KEEP THE SAME PLACE is one he has that goes through his back right side and out more of the front in his abdomen, where he was hooked by a meat hook as a child by his cousin

Emry’s mask is secured kind of underneath his tangled hair by a thin clasp he made himself, it makes it easy to push it up and down for space

His right eye has a giant scar that healed over it and prevented it from ever opening again, so he can never use that eye

His nose is a little crooked from being broken a few times as a child

He has no more of his original teeth left, they’re all sewn and shoved in animal teeth

His nails are pointed at the ends like animal claws

Emry has hellish endurance and can likely outrun or outpace anything that tries to escape him

well shit now I can’t stop drawing these two together, I have been bewitched

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