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Angry girls !

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😛

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I like to force myself to make shitpost bc why not lol

I think they're gay

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It got +1k on Instagram, way More than my fanarts so that’s it I’m disappearing into the woods /jk

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guess which brother i like more chat

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Wajahahahaahah ahhh ticcinina!?!!?111?!

Erm yea

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it was meant to be a study but....yknow..

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this is false news cuz he doesn't shower

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A beautiful smile for you.

Why aren't you smiling...?

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OC REFERENCE SHEET

Art by @z0l0fft.

── .✦ ADELAIDE CHELSEA ROWE

Pre-Death:

Adelaide Rowe was once a vibrant, magnetic presence in her small Arkansas town. She lived with her widowed father and older brother, Allen Rowe, in a quiet rural home surrounded by woods. Adelaide was beloved by her peers—loud-mouthed, playful, and effortlessly popular. She played volleyball with her high-school team, cracked jokes that carried across school halls, and spent her afternoons arranging delicate petals in the town’s local florist shop.

Though she attracted admiration, some attention became sinister. Allen’s group of friends—older boys from their church—nursed disturbing obsessions with her. They lingered around the Rowe household under the pretense of friendship with Allen, but their eyes were always on Adelaide. She rejected them time and again, her gut twisting with unease at their invasive stares and lingering comments.

Everything changed when Allen accepted an invitation to a weekend camping trip with those same boys. He never came back. The truth would never reach the town—Adelaide would be gone soon after.

That night, July 29th, they came for her. Dragged into the dark heart of the woods, Adelaide was stripped of her humanity in a grotesque mockery of a ritual. Antlers were bound to her skull with brambles, hooves lashed to her ankles, her skin slick with animal blood. They chased her—shotguns raised, laughter echoing through the trees—until she collapsed beneath a moonless sky, breathless and broken. She died hunted like prey, violated in spirit, her final moments soaked in fear and cruelty. 14 buck-shot bullets were lodged throughout her body.

Her father still searches for her and her brother.

Post-Death:

Death did not end Adelaide Rowe. It changed her—stripped her of feeling, of warmth, of the girl she once was. What remained was a hollowed vessel tethered to the woods, animated by vengeance and something older than grief. When Slenderman found her—raw, spectral, and still stained with blood—he saw her for what she was: not broken, but transformed. He offered her a place in the Proxy collective, and she accepted without a word.

Now a fully-bound proxy, Adelaide serves Slenderman as a scout, information-gatherer, and quiet enforcer, drifting through the wilderness and backroads in eerie silence. She rarely speaks unless prompted, often responding with slow nods or those haunting, unblinking stares. She forms few bonds—but her connection to Toby Rogers is unmistakable. It’s not romantic—more like trauma-forged siblinghood. He talks, she listens. She grounds him in her stillness, and he pulls her from the edge of vanishing entirely. They understand each other in the way only haunted things can. Sometimes she looks at him and can see Allen.

Her dynamic with Masky and Hoodie, however, is more complicated—a chaotic, on-and-off triangle of tension, indulgence, and denial. Some nights, she drifts toward Masky’s rough edge, letting him take what he needs with no strings. Other nights, it’s Hoodie she finds in the dark, quiet and burning slow. She doesn’t seem to care about loyalty—she simply goes where the pull is strongest that night, then leaves without looking back. Neither man can fully claim her, and that ambiguity drives them both mad.

Kate are her rarely see each other, let alone speak. They have neutral feelings toward the other. Adelaide doesn’t care enough to make allies with any of the other members of the mansion because she sees no point in it.

Adelaide spends her days wandering back roads, abandoned cabins, and stretches of highway—searching for the next creature to raise, the next place to haunt, and the next mission Slenderman whispers into her bones. She finds amusement in spooking hunters or hikers.

Abilities:

Adelaide is no combat brute—she’s a predator of patience, deception, and atmosphere. Her most haunting ability lies in her unnatural connection to nature and death surrounding her.

Woodsense: Adelaide is spiritually tethered to forests and natural decay. She can move through woods without a trace, sense approaching lifeforms, and command the forest to mask her or mislead others.

Necrozoology (Dead Animal Reanimation): Her signature ability. When she finds a dead or dying animal—roadkill, game carcasses, predator kills—she can reanimate its body and puppet it as though it were alive. These creatures serve as her eyes and ears, ideal for reconnaissance and spying. Crows, deer, foxes, raccoons—even insects—move with unnatural coordination under her control. They collapse into dust when their task is done.

Emotional Blankness: Her emotional detachment is so profound it functions as a shield. Telepaths struggle to read her, and empathic enemies recoil from her internal emptiness. She registers almost no psychological “noise.” Where Toby can feel no pain, Adelaide can feel no strong emotion—or at least she can’t convey it. Dying and being reanimated with the soul purpose of wrath left her numb.

Extras:

Nicknames: “Addy” - Toby, “Doe” - Hoodie, “Lady” - Masky

Clothing:

Wears mostly muted forest tones: moss green, rust brown, charcoal.

Long, ragged skirts or shredded jeans; oversized sweaters or layered cardigans.

Often barefoot or in weather-worn boots.

Wears a crown of twigs to represent Christ and her abilities similar to his (an homage and a warning).

Usually has bits of leaves, fur, or feathers clinging to her clothing.

Keeps small pouches on her belt containing bones, twine, or dried herbs.

Habits:

Wanders off during missions to collect bones or herbs.

Braids twine into her hair while deep in thought.

Can sit in the same position for hours without twitching.

Often freezes mid walk or speech, going completely still like a deer in headlights.

Keeps a journal of every animal she’s reanimated—names them like old friends.

The town she’s from thinks she and her brother both ran away—no one knows the truth

The boys who killed her? They were found gutted, hung in trees, antlers pierced through their torsos. No one could explain it.

Note:

My angel!! Angie helped me fully fledge her out, so I wanted to share my beautiful beautiful baby Addy! She’s very fresh off the press, so if anything is unclear or you want to know more, just ask!

Feel free to draw/write/ask about her as long as you tag me!! Handle her with care she’s very feeble lol.

Thank you for indulging in my girl! Very proud of her very in tune with her. She will now be the poster-girl for my blog, so expect to see her more often! Thank you for reading!!

꩜ .ᐟ

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little silly doodles:3:3

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for art requests - maybe some ninawork or janework? or just clocky if you dont ship them!

some ninawork and a quick natalie doodle ^^

(i did use a base for ninawork piece)

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Hard launching my current OTP…

Genuinely can’t get these fuckers out of my head

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jane

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jumpscare post >_o

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2014 called…

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Yeah whatever, go my fags !