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The Riddler is so pathetic, I wanna push him inside a locker (but gently).

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what the actual fuck is this shit. fuck you spotify you capitalist bastards

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personally i think corpse with an undying devotion to his freak goth girl is the ideal relationship

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Men when they marry a corpse

Women when they marry a corpse

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people these days are too busying being employed or going to school to prioritize what really matters in life: watching a goth girl repeatedly electrocute cole sprouse with a tanning bed

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big fan of this dynamic

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Your daily reminder

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Jeff and his trademark catchphrase

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Story??(Eyeless Jack)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes/mature language in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

(You are exploring abandoned buildings for your youtube series ;also, I’m listening to house of 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie, if that adds to the experience)  Also what he looks like in my head-cannons (Without mask and very quick 12 am doodle)⬇

  Click! The green light on your camera begins to blink, signaling that you are filming. You shuffle around in the leaves to get in view, zip up your coat and gently wave at the camera.

 “Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile since I last filmed but there have been quite a few brutal animal attacks in the area …. And I wanted to wait till that died down before I came all this way.” 

  “So getting off that topic, Hey everyone! I’m currently about two miles away from the main road exploring this beautiful house built in 1924! Abandoned in 1994 for unknown reasons… maybe we will find it when we head in?” 

  You make your way to the decaying front porch, camera now in hand.The exterior is in relatively good condition for being abandoned for 30 years. The only flaws being the sad porch, a lack of front door, paint peeling and a cracked widow on the second story.

  “Alright enough stalling, I’m heading in!”

You carefully make your way on the porch making sure there is minimal falling through . Making your way in the house, noticing the door was not missing but simply was on the floor. The area was oddly quiet, but you did not think much of it due to the video.

 “Oh! There's the- God, it stinks… uh, god, wow, well, I guess something gone and died in here… I don’t think I want to do this anymore” 

   You recall the 12 cases of horrid mawlings, the questionable photos. Mixing with the smell, you could die at this point. Leaning towards the wall, gagging on the stench of rotten flesh. Till you hear something on the second floor.  You for some reason must be the dumb girl in the slashers and investigate for the video of course. You stand back up straight, covering your nose and make your way through the debris.

  “Ya’ll better be glad I love you all.”

  You step over all the gunk that is carelessly decorating the floor.

“God, I hate this”

   Luckly or unluckly the stairs were straight from the door. The stairs seemed to squeal at every movement.

   “I hope this doesn’t kill me”

  The closer you got to the top the more ghastly the smell got. The higher you went the more apparent that the house was indeed furnished with blackened blood. The noises ceased. 

   At the top there is a short hallway that seems to lead to two small bedrooms. The blood trail leading to the one on the left. 

  “I really hope it’s a racoon or something…”

   You managed to quietly make your way to the door and peek through the door.

“ Oh my god, what the actual-” You mumble.

  Through the crack of the door you seem to see a man. He was in all black, facing away from you hunkered over a decaying deer corpse.

  You begin to hyperventilate. 

  “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, what the fuck.” You begin to whispershout.

   He stands up and grabs what seems to be a blue mask.

   “HOLY SHIT!”

    You drop your camera. Stand in shock then frantically try to run.

    “God, Fuck, Why do I do stupid shit for 114 subscribers?” 

  He manages to grab you, causing you to fall down the stairs. Then proceeds to drag you up the stairs to the room with deer.

  Panting as you lie there on the floor, fearing. Him standing over you, motionless and silent.

“Please, please” 

  You begin to cry. You are sure this is the end, laying on the floor with a masked man hovering over you covered in rotten deer.

“ Please, I’ll never come back, I swear, please”

       (I realize now that this will need a part 2, So comment if your interested)

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Giving them your number/Asking for theirs ( Ticci Toby)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

I have not written anything like this in 2 years, please show me mercy

          Ticci Toby 

You meet him in a gas station on a heavily forested  road trying to steal a ramen 

   A ring from a bell as you push through the doors of the rustic gas station. It was small and humble, most likely due to the secludedness of the place.  When you walk in you are greeted by a friendly old man behind the counter. You wave to assure you're not rude and head towards the drink coolers in the back. As you make your way you notice an odd man hunched over, trying to sneak something into his pocket. You slowly approach him and reach out to grab something beside him, as a subtle way of confrontation. 

  He jumps at the sudden realization of your appearance. He whips his head around, seemingly looking for something.  In this action two ramen cups fall from his jacket. He rushes down and  frantically goes to pick them up, mumbling and shuddering. You stand there and watch him unravel at the slightest action. He stands up and looks at you covering part of his jaw as if he is injured. 

  He looked like a homeless man in his early twenties that was riddled with troubles. He wore smoke stained goggles, A jacket that was in ruins, pants that you would only see a mechanic wear, gloves so worn out that they were finger-less and what seemed to be a face covering around his neck. Despite his disheveledness he looked handsome and clean.  He had the most ridiculously pretty eyes, like a sad bear. He had a story behind them that you had to know. 

   In your awe of the pitiful young man, you ask:

“Can I have your number?”

“What,  wait… R-really?”

“Yeah”

“OH, of of-course”

    His hand rushed to his pockets, padding himself down  and pulling out a pen.

“Can I see your arm?”

  You reluctantly pull your sleeve up and motion your arm towards him. He sloppily writes his name and number on your arm, licking at his finger and wiping your arm to fix any mistakes.

  Either grossed out or flattered that he cares so much to write his name legible.

  It reads:

TOBY 000-000-0000!

  After writing this he smiles at you.  Then frantically makes his way out without the old man noticing him.

You continue on your drink quest, pay and leave.

(NEXT UP BEN DROWNED AND THE BLOODY PAINTER)

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (Bloody Painter)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

Helen Otis/ Bloody Painter 

Goes by Otis 

Does not like being referred to as the Bloody Painter

He has very rich blue eyes 

5’7 (173cm)

He is trans 

He looks sickly and tired but in a beautiful way 

Short messy curly black hair

He is French and ¼ Japanese

He never fully smiles or smiles with his teeth

He is antisocial by choice  

 His favorite medium is watercolor/ Gouache because the similar texture to blood

He loves the woods despite living in the city for his childhood

He always carries a pocket sized sketchbook in a shoulder bag

He is slender built but has a slight hourglass shape to him

He enjoys very chill goth music with the occasional indie 

He is decent at singing 

He has definitely been to grippy sock vacation

His paintings give him comfort

He only targets people that bullied him in school or currently mistreat him 

His outfit is characterized by loose blue jeans, a jean jacket of the same color, a black t-shirt and a yellow smile button on his jacket

Other than that he is non violent but his personality is off

I can’t describe quite describe his voice other than shaky,quite and sounds like it should be higher than it is 

He also doesn’t like to be referred to as a killer, murder or serial killer because he is “simply an artist doing good” 

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (Jeff the Killer)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

Jeff The Killer/ Jeffery Allen Woods

Burn markings to not become apparent on his face till the peak of his cheekbones

The worst burn scars are on his back and neck 

His hair is naturally straight and black, reaches mid-back

He was sickly pale even before his incident (My story is different than the original)

He is White (Norwegian/Finnish/British) 

Pupils are a icy blue 

He has anger issues (like the diagnosed kind, not the excuse to be a jerk)

He means well (before the incident)

6’1(185cm) in height 

Tall lean build with a prominent collar bone

He is a metal head (But also enjoys ICP)

He is typically found in  a band shirt with the sleeves torn off; black, ripped skinny jeans with chains attached (Unconventional but intimidating); several bracelets adorning his wrists 

He has several injuries on his wrist the bracelets poorly cover up, most are healed

His voice sounds similarly to Peter Steele 

HE HAS EYELIDS and a nose 

He has nice hands

When he cut his iconic smile, he cut to deep, to the point his jaw clung to his face loosely 

His injury has healed normally but has left a very apparent scar  

He offend curses 

PHOTO COMING SOON!!