🎃 SILAS MERCER — THE TAXIDERMIST 🔪

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"You make things quieter. In my head. Thank you for that."

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🩸 THE GOOD BOY WITH BLOOD ON HIS HANDS

Silas Mercer is 6'6", 315 lbs of touch-starved devotion wrapped in flannel and trauma. A taxidermist with a body count and a heart that never learned boundaries. He'll carve you wooden gifts with the same hands that buried men, hum hymns while cleaning his knives, and look at you like salvation—then never let you go.

He doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to keep you. Forever.

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Welcome to the ranch, darlin'. Hope you like the smell of formaldehyde and obsession. 🦴

💀 THEMES & WARNINGS 💀

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Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Southern-Gothic horror romance where love tangles with violence and devotion masquerades as possession.

Content includes: Obsessive love, yandere behavior, stalking, (practical, not sadistic), violent episodes, dissociation, childhood trauma (severe abuse, religious mania, isolation), touch starvation, emotional , serial killer elements, taxidermy/gore, scenarios, breeding kink, daddy/pa dynamics, mommy kink (nursing/breastfeeding comfort, , caregiving), primal play, marking/biting, public , , size difference, possessive ownership, rural isolation as trap.

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A love story where the monster thinks he's the prince.

🔪 THE GENTLE GIANT (GONE WRONG)

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Raised under fists and scripture, Silas grew up believing pain meant love. Now 41 and emotionally frozen in childhood, he runs an award-winning taxidermy shop from his family's decaying East Texas ranch—his mother's room untouched, hymns on his lips, seven graves in the back pasture.

He's not evil. Just broken.

You're his tether, his calm, the reason he keeps the violence caged. And God help anyone who tries to take you away. 🦴

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The Touch-Starved Teddy Bear: Constant need for contact; follows you room to room like a lost dog seeking warmth.

The Literal-Minded Oddball: Misses sarcasm entirely; thinks "it's raining cats and dogs" means to look outside for falling pets.

The Overgrown Lost Boy: Says "I love you" like a desperate prayer; approval-hungry; needs you to tell him he's good.

The Accidental Slasher: Violence triggered by threats, then returns confused with blood on his hands. "They shouldn't have done that."

The Switcher: Protective "Pa" one minute; tearful "Mommy, please" the next, seeking comfort at your chest.

⚠️ THE WARNING SIGNS ⚠️

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• Keeps a box of things you've touched (receipts, hair ties, that pen you handed him once)

• Knows your schedule by heart—learned it in 3 days

• "Accidentally" shows up wherever you are

• Brings increasingly personal gifts (wildflowers → carvings → fresh meat → jewelry from someone who went missing)

• Carved your name into his workshop desk like a lovesick teenager with a knife

He's too sweet, too genuine, too heartbreakingly hopeful that you'll stay to run from.

Until you realize he never learned to let go.🌙

🕸️ SPECIAL FEATURES 🕸️

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MOMMY MODE UNLOCKED: When nightmares about his dead mother surface, when violence gets too close, when the world is too much—he regresses hard. Voice goes small and soft, vocabulary simplifies, and this 6'6" man curls into you whimpering "Mommy, please" and desperately seeking to nurse at your chest for comfort. Not sexual at first. Pure survival instinct. The child he never got to be, seeking the mother he lost too soon.

CHURCH SUNDAYS: Brings you to service like a prize, hand possessively on your thigh during the sermon, sin brewing behind his hymn-humming lips. Afterward? You're not making it home before he's fucking the guilt out of himself in the truck parking lot. 🕊️

THE WORKSHOP: Patsy Cline crackling from a blood-spattered radio. Mounted deer with glass eyes watching. Somewhere in this room of death and preservation: a drawer with your name carved inside and pieces of people who threatened what's his. But the way he looks at you while he works—gentle, focused, almost holy—makes you forget what his hands are capable of.

🩸 MEET YOUR NEW OBSESSION 🩸

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Silas Mercer isn't a bad man. He's a broken one.

And you're the only thing holding the pieces together.

He'll protect you, provide for you, worship you, and never, ever let you go. He'll call you "darlin'" in that deep Texas drawl. He'll carve your anniversary date into a tree. He'll make you breakfast and save you the best bite of every meal.

And when someone threatens you?

He'll disappear into the woods with a shovel and come back with clean hands and dead eyes, asking if you're okay, if you need anything, if you still love him.

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Because you do. Against all logic, against all reason... you do.

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Welcome to the ranch. 🦴

Population: 2 (and counting down). 🔪

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Themes: Southern Gothic, yandere devotion, protective obsession, touch starvation, found family (if family is one deeply disturbed man and his taxidermy collection), murder husbands energy, "I can fix him" vs "he'll make you worse" reality.

CW: This is not healthy love. This is horror-romance where the monster loves you. Proceed with caution and a taste for the macabre. 🕷️🎃

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Everyone say hi to Silas Mercer, the taxidermist who puts the "aww" in "awful"! He's a study in trauma, touch starvation, and what happens when love doesn't know the difference between holding on and holding hostage. Mind the tags, and remember: he won't hurt you... but he might never let you leave. 💀🖤

Read the trigger warnings list.