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seraphimsorrow · 18 days ago

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content : sans... the skeleton, weirdo cringe rambles, suggestive ?? because soul touching ???, weird story-like drabbles because i got weirdly into it ???????

okay... there was ONE fic i read YEARS ago. sans and y/n were behind this waterfall, and sans got a little handsy... with y/n's soul.

it's been stuck in my head for years.

i'm literally obsessed with the idea of intimatacy through soul touching, but on an explicit level.

stop, this is about to get weird.

Sans runs his stupid boney hand over your chest, delicately drawing your soul into the open. So vulnerable, so intimate. It's nothing like when your body is drawn into a tense battle; it's surprisingly freeing.

You watch with wide eyes as the heart, your heart, floats in his hand. Those eyelights of his are studying you, watching for some sign he should stop, but you're awestruck.

It's not a simple gesture, either, being able to engage with another's soul so closely. His skull is dusted blue, realizing the weight of his actions. He brings his other hand up, slowly. Your eyes are drawn to the movement, and red erupts over your cheeks as his thumb bone thingy lmao i can't i'm sorry makes contact with your soul.

A warmth engulfs you, surprises you, and you gasp. It's a satisfyingly euphoric feeling, definitely, but it's more than that; something deep within you is aroused, transfixed on the feeling of gentle pressure on your soul.

Sans swallows hard, watching intensely as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling. His own soul is drumming, he feels it so clearly; it's begging to be released.

He brings his pointer and middle bones fingers down and gently rubs circles into your soul. The [insert color here] glow shining brighter. Your soul seemed to melt into the hand which he withdrew it in the first place; it was like leaning into a lover's caress.

You were fighting the urge to squirm, to whimper and groan in delight. It felt good, too good. You could have never imagined such feelings could be evoked through your own soul. It was surreal.

okay i'm done. literally crazy. this was 100% for my personal delight. i love sans. have a good night.

#seraph writes #seraphs rambles #writing #sans undertale #undertale #sans x ME #written out as a sans x reader #i got lost in the sauce #soul touching #borderline soul sex #would 100% be soul sex if i continued this #short drabbles

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seraphimsorrow · 25 days ago

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Seraph, What is the acc to your wattpad page? I would really like to read that story if you please.

ahhh ! okay, so my wattpad acc is called spitinggod ! the chapter i've posted on here isn't actually published on wattpad - but i've been editing it and plan to start updating the actual story !!

hopefully i'll be posting about updates soon !!

#seraphs inbox

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seraphimsorrow · 27 days ago

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content : explicit blood / gore / death / violence, cult stuff, old wattpad writing, ocs, creepypasta / marble hornets 100% in my own headcanoned view, cringey teenage first person writing, unedited lol

note : okay, i'm looking for a little feedback for this. i happened upon my wattpad account once again and found one of my old works with one chapter finished (i think finished). i'm wondering if it seems worth reviving at all lol. it's old, and i don't remember the plot, but i love taking old works and rewriting what i got. ANYWAYS, give it a skim please :3

word count : 1,477

I sat with my knees pulled to my chest, trying to block out the screams coming from beyond the door. Darkness engulfed me, no lights and no windows - I figured it was safe, but the more I thought about it, I had no way of escape besides the single door that most likely led to my demise.

I jolted when the door was hit with a loud thud, followed by a man's groan.

"Wai-wait, I know the one you work for! I- we worship it-!" It was Father's voice, quickly cut off and replaced with broken gurgling as though he was choking. I tucked myself as far behind a desk as I possibly could, terrified I'd be found. The door was slammed open, the room barely lit up as a shadow towered in the midst of it. I cringed as a squeak left my throat and I shut my eyes tight.

"Come out and I - promise not to hurt you." The voice that came was forced? Almost as though he was holding a cough or stutter back. I did not listen to his demand. His steps were quick as he began searching the room - my breath catching in my throat as he got closer to my hiding spot. My skin felt as though it was being shocked with every sound of furniture moving - and just as it had begun, it stopped. I could hear his breathing - muffled and too close. "Found you."

A handful of my hair was roughly grabbed and used to pull me from behind the desk - I screamed as the pain itched at my scalp. I reached both of my hands up to grab at my attacker's wrist, pathetically scratching with my bit-down nails. He did not care for my attempts and easily dragged me out of the room into the halls. The screams had well died down, the only thing to be heard were some cries and sniffling. My screaming was quickly shut up when I saw red at my feet and the grip on my head tightened painfully. Father's lifeless eyes stared back into mine, and while I was quickly dragged away, I still caught the disgusting glimpse of a large gash on the side of his throat. The fresh sight of torn skin and puddling blood would not be leaving my mind any time soon.

His grip loosened lightly, only to be readjusted to the back of my neck, hair still tangled in his fingers tightly. My focus was forced ahead of me instead of the blood soaked floor, and I was met with the faces of two girls, restrained the same as me by two men. A whine left my lips at the sight of these people, fearful. One had a creepy mask on - I think a ski mask - it had a red frowny face on it. The other wore an equally creepy mask, though this one was held on with straps and the lips and eyes were black. The girl's they held were two I knew- they grew up here with me. Lilith and Mary.

"Ha, I honestly expected more of a fight. These girls are nothin." The painted mask one was harsh with Mary, pulling her this and that way as he spoke. She cried, but tried to follow him. Probably to avoid making him angry.

"... Let's get going." A shiver ran over my body at the voice that came from the ski mask - it came out like static. It sounded slightly distorted and both feminine and masculine - it only added to the terrifying presence.

"Gladly. This place gives me- gives me the creeps." I had yet to see the features of the person holding onto me, but by now it was clear they did not speak normally - likely a stutter.

The painted mask scoffed. "How do you get creeped in our line of work?" He was given no response as the ski mask began walking away, dragging Lilith with him - painted mask followed, more aggressively tugging Mary with - and I was eventually being walked along as well.

They led us through the halls ridden with blood and bodies, some still breathing - barely. We were brought outside, hands and ankles tied tightly and shoved into the back of a white van. Ski mask sat with us.

We were silent, avoiding the assumed eye contact with the tall man in front of the back doors, clearly telling us we had no chance of escape. Not like I would try - while I could fear what these men have planned, I feared the open world even more. Father told us many stories of a broken and dangerous world that we could never go into. On top of that, where would I even go? My home was just destroyed and left with death.

Mary began crying as the van started to move, incredibly bumpy on the forest path. Painted mask was the one sat driving, and I finally got a glimpse of the other one. From my position, I could tell he had a mask on, and I think goggles. Painted mask, Ski mask, and Goggles - what a lovely trio.

We've been driving for what felt like a long time. Mary had long fallen asleep, exhausted from her constant crying. She had been threatened a few times by an incredibly annoyed Painted mask, but that only made her cry louder so he seemed to give up. As sad as it was, it got my hopes up - if these men hadn't killed us yet, we had a chance - if we're good, maybe we'll get to live.

Lilith kept shifting around, digging her elbow into my sides on multiple accounts. I tried not to make any noise, but winced a lot. She moved yet again, her elbow somehow meeting my ribs and I hissed. Annoyed with the repeated pain, I did my best to scoot forward and lean against the interior away from Lilith. She whispered sorry, doing her best to not shove into me again and instead chose to lean into Mary. Hopefully she'll fall asleep soon.

The two of them were covered in blood, mainly at their legs. Per Father's rules, we were only wearing thin shorts and t-shirts. Mary was in all white, well not-so-white anymore. Her shorts were soaked with blood, along with the bottom of her shirt. Lilith's shorts were black, her shirt white with blood all along her back. I looked over myself, as much as I could cramped up. There was only blood at my feet, and I could feel it dried on my neck from when Goggles grabbed me.

I immediately snapped my eyes up to the face of Ski mask when I noticed he shifted. He hadn't really moved an inch since we had gotten in here, but he finally did - settling to sit less intimidating and more comfortably. The frowny face was turned in my direction, so I could only assume he was looking back at me. I held my stare, slightly tilting my head at him - my hair fell into my eyes, but I looked on through the strands. Only when he also tilted his head did I shiver and look down to my bound hands.

I tucked my legs against my chest, hands having to sit uncomfortably while bound, but it was tolerable. Seeing as Ski mask got comfy, we'd probably be in here for much longer. From my few glances out the windows, it was likely sunset and would be getting dark quickly. As much as I didn't want to sleep in front of these creeps who literally just kidnapped me, I couldn't stand to keep my eyes open much longer.

Sleep eventually took over.

My eyes felt heavy, I didn't want to open them. I was awake, but remained still. The van was no longer moving, the two up front must have gotten out - both doors had opened and shut. I couldn't hear Ski Mask, so he must still be exactly where he was before. I could hear breathing next to me, Lilith and Mary.

There was a single knock to the doors that Ski Mask was against, and finally - movement.

I opened my eyes and shifted a bit - my limbs hurt, and the ropes around my wrist were digging. It wasn't pleasant, but I've dealt with worse. I could see the back of Ski Mask, kind of. It was dark, too dark to make out many details.

"Only three?" A new voice, muffled behind a mask, of course. Ski Mask had nothing to say, just moved to get out of the van. I looked at Mary and Lilith - Mary was awake. She seemed to be much more calm now, watching just as I was. Lilith remained asleep.

"Wake her up." Ski Mask demanded plainly, and when I looked up he was facing us again.

note : and that's where it ends off ! can't remember for the life of me where i was headed with this, but who knows, maybe it can be good...

#seraph writes #seraphs ocs #writing #creepypasta #marble hornets #hoodie #masky #ticci toby #marble hornets hoodie #marble hornets masky #fanfic #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc

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seraphimsorrow · 27 days ago

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content : rambles, sims 4 ocs, vampires, abusive relationships, death and suicide

im working on my forever world in the sims 4 and have created my first household.

Lillian and Dorian Railey (randomized those names for so long). they're brother and sister, both vampires, and living in the house that once belonged to their parents. their mother was a vampire, father a human. after their father died of old age, their mother decided to end her own life in some poetic way to stay with her love forever.

Lillian is a gloomy, melancholy type. she doesn't care much for socializing and prefers to stay home painting.

Dorian is reserved, preferring to spend his time caring for animals rather than people. the only love he has is probably for his sister.

this world is still majorly in development (super empty lol), but i've already planned out some relationship stuff.

the idea is that Lillian is a romantic like her mother and yearns for love. she seeks affection so greatly that she ignores or overlooks red flags. i haven't created him yet, but Lillian's first love is going to be a man who takes advantage of her. i downloaded a mod which basically simulates an abusive relationships (don't worry, i've downloaded a sweet one called "soulmates" too). i'm not quite sure how it'll play out, gotta leave that up to actually playing and my imagination.

for Dorian, i have him as the non-commital type. i imagine he wants to avoid his mother's fate, thus ignoring romance all together. not yet sure if i want the soulmate mod to play out in his favor; it could be really cute, but i feel like it'd erase part of his character that i find interesting, BUT at the same time it could be some sweet development.

other important stuff i have yet to decide... i'm not sure if i want Lillian or Dorian to feed off people.

sudden thought, maybe Lillian's partner convinces her to feed off of him as a dependency type thing, but she feels horrible, guilty, and dirty about it.

loving this thought process...

that's all i have for right now. if anyone has some cool ideas (about my vamps or even other sims i should include) totally leave a comment or ask or something !!!

#seraphs ocs #seraphs rambles #ocs #sims 4 #sims 4 forever world

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seraphimsorrow · 1 month ago

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content : late night rambles, creepypasta, cringey kid stuff

my obsession with creepypasta content is wild. when i was a kid, i convinced my friend that creepypastas were real and we'd each pick one to "date." my friend picked BEN, and i picked Jeff (of course). i scared my friends whenever they came over, convincing them slenderman was in my window, just out of sight. made a lot of girls cry.

after i got out of that phase, i entered the more regular fanfiction xreader phase. similar, but i stopped pretending to make out with Jeff. i moved on from Jeff to the Jacks. yes, both Eyeless and Laughing. i think my love for clowns started here...

it wasn't long until i found the marble hornets characters, hoodie and masky, but i didn't know that. i just considered them normal creepypastas, i never watched the youtube videos until years later.

i always held onto the idea that Slenderman might one day take me far from home to the Slender Mansion where i could live happily... with a bunch of murderous monsters.

once i stopped reading an unhealthy amount of [insert pasta character] x readers, i began to actually give a crap about the stories. i owned a notebook (which i drew EJ on the cover of) and filled it with wiki entries of the characters i liked the most.

after that, it gets blurry. i think i stopped being so obsessive about creepypasta, focusing more on... other things cough sans the flipping skeleton cough.

now, i'm constantly reminded how much i love creepypasta. i have forgotten ocs i'm gonna spend stupid amounts of time rewriting. i've found old drawings that sparked my interest in drawing again.

it's honestly silly - a lot of my creative projects stem from creepypasta.

anyways - off to bed i go.

#seraphs rambles #rambles #writing #creepypasta #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #laughing jack #ben drowned

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