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this is false news cuz he doesn't shower

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sum1s def done this before but gf told me to draw dis

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Easily the best thing I’ve ever drawn. Love malware.

Original under the cut

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am i crazy or do none of these links work

My masterlist

Creepypasta:

An unexpected surprise (Ej x reader short scenario)

General Kagekao hcs

Tim, Ej, Lj, Toby and Slenderman with a teen! y/n who just got braces

Lj helping y/n with a panic attack

Jane, Zero, Clockwork and Ann on a gambling night

Nina giving you an emo makeover

Ben and Toby's mlp/lps obsession getting out of hand

Deez hatchets (Toby x reader scenario)

Slenderman is a teen send help

Weeb headcanons for almost everyone

Interesting dream, Toby (Slender and Toby [not ship] scenario)

Masky x workaholic s/o

Ticcy Toby x messy s/o

Google translate man (platonic comfort fic with slenderman)

Toby with an s/o who adores him no matter what

Ej, Ben, and Toby with a girly reader

Zalgo with a goddess reader

Shapeshifter Kagekao headcanons

Jeff and Liu x reader headcanons (separate)

Ej and Toby with an s/o who has recurring nightmares (separate)

Puppetter with an empath s/o

Jeff with an s/o who is taller and stronger than him

Jeff and Liu brother headcanons

Ej suddenly turning back into a human

Creeps going clothing shopping headcanons

Masky x Hoodie bromance headcanons

Jeff with an s/o who is as crazy as Ghost

Nina's glowup

Masky helping his s/o get over bad habits

LGBT headcanons for the creeps

Ej meeting his future s/o headcanons

Moon and Isa friendship headcanons

Fnaf sb:

The pizzaplex

Moon/Sun x reader comfort headcanons

Moon general headcanons

Leo and Gregory

Sun and Moon with a mute reader who doesn't use asl

Monty reacting to Leo being a badass

Leo kicking out an abusive parent

Freddy reacting to how Leo treats Gregory

Sun/Moon reacting to a teen coming in with bruises for their little sibling

Sun and Moon with Leo headcanons

Vanessa headcanons with Leo

Don't do drugs kids (scenario with my and ghost's ocs, major tw)

Fnaf 4:

Plushtrap friendship headcanons with a child! (platonic) reader

Nightmarionne and a platonic trans reader

Being Evan/c.c's best friend

Ghost's ocs:

Moon and Isa friendship headcanons

Matchups:

Ghost's matchup

A fnaf sb matchup for anon

A fnaf sb matchup for anon part 2

A fnaf sb matchup for Fern

A creepypasta matchup for Alykat

A fnaf sb matchup for anon part 3

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all the artists drawing slenderman as a creepy looking old man ily

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I want to start writing again but I am crazy out of practice and also have very few ideas, sooo I'm opening requests back up!!

I no longer have a full post of rules and I'm not making one for now, just be sane about it pls

Request anything really, hcs can be a good way for me to start again, but if you have like a short story you want to see me write then go ahead, I'll try my best

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⸸ Slender-mansion headcanons ⸸

-Slenderman maintains the mansion’s dim grandeur himself. He polishes the chandeliers and fluff the velvet cushions late at night—silent gestures for the guests who never sleep.

-You’re not allowed outside after dark. Not because he’s keeping you prisoner—because he’s protecting you. The woods listen, and not everything out there cares for you like he does.

-The house rearranges itself when you cry. Your favorite room might be closer. A fire might already be lit.

-The walls have a heartbeat if you listen closely. It doesn’t always match yours.

- Sometimes the other residents (you’re not sure how many there are) tap on your door. You don’t answer. Slenderman always makes them go away when they get too curious.

- There’s one locked door at the end of a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. You don’t ask. He doesn’t answer. But he always leads you back to your room before you get too close.

- The kitchen is always cold, but the teapot is always warm. Someone is always boiling water, even if no one has been seen for hours.

-The attic is warmer than it should be. There are rocking chairs up there that sway on their own, even without wind.

-Each mirror in the house is slightly wrong. Your reflection might blink too slowly. Or smile when you don’t.

-The third-floor bathroom has claw marks in the porcelain tub. No one uses it anymore.

-The garden grows pale versions of flowers you don’t remember planting—ghost-white roses, drooping bluebells.

-Portraits blink when no one’s looking.

-Don’t ask what’s in the cellar. Just don’t.

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Slenderman x reader fluff II

He Tries to Help in the Kitchen

You hum in your nightgown, slicing soft pears into a chipped porcelain bowl. Behind you: a hush, heavy and curious.

You say, "Could you hand me the cinnamon?"

A long pause. Then a jar is floated toward you—gently, reverently. It’s nutmeg.

You smile anyway. "Close enough, darling."

The shadows warm, like he’s proud.

He Leaves You Tea That Was Never Made

You wake one morning to a teacup already steaming on your bedside table. You didn’t make it.

It smells like something between chamomile and burnt pages.

You sip it anyway. You don’t ask questions. It warms you.

Later, your book falls open to a page where someone—something—has circled a line in soft pencil:

“She slept, and the monster kept watch, gently.”

🌬 He Closes the Windows Before It Rains

You always forget. You leave them open when you go walking or dreaming or somewhere in between.

But your books are never wet. The curtains never flutter wild.

You come home and find everything shut, candle still burning steady.

You leave a slice of apple out on the sill as thanks. In the morning, it’s gone. But there’s a single black thread on the plate.

🕰 He Waits While You Nap

You fall asleep in the armchair again, your cheek pressed to the crook of your arm, braid unraveled. Outside: a storm. Inside: nothing moves.

He doesn’t leave.

He just stands nearby, like a grandfather clock who forgot how to tick.

You wake slowly, blinking through the candlelight, and say:

"You can sit, if you want."

He doesn’t. But the chair across from you grows warm, as if something once rested there.

You read from your journal. Old poems. Ghost stories. Things you wrote in the dark when you were too soft to scream.

You didn’t think he was there. But when you looked up—he was.

In the corner. So still. So close. No breath. No sound.

But your voice didn’t tremble. You just said, “I hope you like it.”

And the shadows flickered like a nod.

You were walking the long path to the chapel ruins. Fog wrapped around your boots. The forest made no noise.

And then— he stepped out from the mist.

Not fast. Not sudden. Just… there. Watching.

So tall the trees leaned slightly to accommodate him. So quiet your own heartbeat sounded disrespectful.

You paused. Held your hand out.

He didn’t move. But the fog shifted behind you, gently curling around your waist like arms.

You walked the rest of the way with him. Even if he never took a single step.

The frost hadn’t melted yet. You were kneeling in your robe, tying ribbon around the neck of a dead dove. A little burial.

And when you looked up—

He was there.

Not hidden. Not hiding. Just watching you with that gentle kind of wrongness he carries like a scent.

You blinked.

He didn't disappear.

So you whispered, "Would you like to help?"

You scooted aside.

And the wind carried a handful of violets to the grave.

The old clock ticks 3:17.

The house is quiet, heavy with sleep and something older than sleep. Your bare feet pad across cold wood. The kettle is still warm from your last nightmare.

And then—he’s there.

Not with sound. Never with sound. Just that hush. That shift in air pressure. Like the house holding its breath.

You don’t turn. You don’t need to.

He’s tall behind you, towering but not looming, faceless but somehow gazing. You feel the weight of his presence, soft and strange, like velvet soaked in rain.

Your hand lifts.

You don’t know why. You just do.

And slowly—reverently—he takes it.

One skeletal, not-quite-hand in yours. One arm around your waist, careful not to touch too much. No music. No need.

You sway in silence. The kitchen light flickers once. The refrigerator hums a lullaby only ghosts can hear.

And you? You press your cheek to the space where his chest should be, and whisper, “Thank you for staying.”

He says nothing. But the shadows curl sweeter at the edges of the room. And you dance until the clock forgets the time.

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Hi, I just wanted to let you all know my friend and I just released a new Creepypasta game made on RPG Maker! It’s called “ The Conduit ” ( He did everything, I just co-written it. )

Take control of Tobias Roads, an assassin of The Father, sent out to hunt and kill The Hornets; a group dedicated to stopping The Tall Man and his Marked Ones at any cost. You will be traveling to Wolfpine Texas, a ghost town and former home of Toby. There, The Hornets have made their nest in the abandoned Davidson Slaughterhouse.

The game is available for free on Game Jolt! You can play on PC and Android devices.

Some things I should mention before playing:

1: THIS GAME IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

2. Despite being made with RPG Maker, we would describe this game more as a Dungeon Crawler rather than a typical RPG.

3. This game isn’t very long and it’s more of a “ practice ” game, we have bigger plans for the future of JE Universe. Like “ Jane Everlasting ”, a game set before The Conduit.

4. There are a few spelling mistakes, we unfortunately had to be quick to upload this game due to my friend’s laptop constantly crashing and we didn’t want to lose all that work.

HERE IS A LINK TO THE GAME! Please let us know your thoughts and we hope you all enjoy it!

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Slenderman is old enough to drive

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Slenderman is old enough to drive

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AHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I just had an idea: Slenderman having a inkblot that resembles eyes and a mouth. Like a fake face. Like how moths make camouflage with their wings that kinda look like a face.

I'm sure someone has already thought of this but I had to draw it

here's a quick sketch

different versions cause I can't decide

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friend got me into marble hornets

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he hides with the trees or something