#creep anon

[hi-avathisside]

anon, your ask made me laugh tbh. The only thing you men know how to do, is to character assassinate a woman when you have to cast aspersions on her. Because, that is what matters to you, sexual behaviours, and your world revolves around it. I won't say anything to you, or any ill words. All I'll say is, Get well soon.

If you're seeing this, please get your treatement posthaste, as this condition could get dire and irretrievable. I'd suggest you start reading about CSBD in ICD-11, it'd help.

[i-am-bill-cipher]

anon master list

(Mainly for my own use)

Muse anon

bubble anon

Confused anon

theatre anon

Miku anon

jack anon

bubbles friend anon

Flynn (I know they’re not anon but I still need to keep track of them)

Creep anon

Gas anon (in time out for a while)

kid anon

gay anon

hi anon

Real anon

bite anon

Bullying anon

podcast anon

Sick anon

Plat

[poppy-metal]

the notes... the notes....

they start off so sweet. art almost thought it wasn't meant for him until the second one showed up. the first one showed up on his gym bag. he'd left it on the bleachers. inside is a full page of just saccharine praise and admiration and a rave review of him. i learned about tennis just for you. you're so beautiful out there, so beautiful period. i've never seen someone like you. it's like watching and angel. the praise fills him up so much that he can't notice the glaring concerns. i know you're gonna be one of the greatest. you won't forget me then, will you? i don't know if i could live if you did. it's just the start of his fan mail.

the notes seem to follow him. it's not just on his gym bag. it's under his door, on his car windshield, the seat he always sits in for this class, and in his locker in the locker room (that's when he starts to get a little concerned). he knows he should throw them away. that he should be creeped out and disgusted even but... he likes them. he finds himself excited instead of scared when he spots the familiar envelope. they comfort him.

he loses a match and goes to a party to blow off steam. when he returns to his car, there's a note and a bag from a nearby store. his favorite candy inside. you go on and on on the note about how he was wronged. you were so amazing out there. those people know nothing. that asshole will get what he deserves. don't be upset baby, mommy will make it all better. your still the best. still my favorite. he finds himself re-reading the notes when he's upset. it doesn't reach him that the guy he lost to had his tires and windows smashed.

he isn't sure how to handle it at first when your notes become lustful. you'd never hid your affection for him. i mean, the back of your letters were always covered in kiss marks. but then you mention how turned on watching him play makes you. can't resist it for long, have to get my fingers inside me soon enough. you just sound so good. when you groan or when you curse. are you like that in bed? how you just know you could make him feel good. feel better than any other girl could make him including that fucking bitch girl he's "dating" (because in reality, he's dating you). i would never let anyone else touch me. won't use anything other than my fingers because i want to save myself for you. i'm only yours even if your confused about being mine.

art knows they shouldn't turn him on but he can't help it. finds his cock getting hard while he reads them. it's even worse when you start sending him polaroids of your tits and cunt. you look so slick in the photos, some your just spreading yourself open for him and others your fingers are inside of you. art feels guilty when he jerks off to them but he always adds them to the little box where he saves everything you've sent him.

- ☕

i literally had a dream about this that's how insane i am about being arts little creep <33

he keeps them in a shoebox under his bed - if anyone found it he'd say hes 'collecting evidence' to turn you in but really its because they mean something to him. he reads them on days when he cant even leave his room he feels so shitty, the sweet notes that tell him how amazing he is. you dont know it, and its oddly touching, but you've gotten him through the worst of his self hatred - the days where he could fucking shrink in on himself and fade into nothing, and then he reads your notes and he remembers there's someone out there who thinks this highly of him. who sees him and likes him - it gets him out of bed. he finds himself hoping that if you're having a bad day - that seeing him out and about is enough to cheer you up.

Its like this weird kind of bond that form even though he doesn't fucking know you. you become codependent anyway. he finds himself wondering about you more and more, in lectures, he'll idly glance around the room and wonder if any of the people his eyes bounce over could be you - he wonders if there's something about you that would give you away if he really really studied each and every person around him.

one day his eyes do land on you - you're taking notes because to stalk art you have to actually stay in college which means you do have to learn and study, unfortunately - and you feel his eyes on the side of your face, and you burn up inside. your palm starts sweating and you're half panicked half excited, is he gleaning anything? what is he thinking when he looks at you? you want to know so fucking badly. but you dont look up - sure that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from communicating everything with your gaze. and its not time.

what art is thinking is - you're cute. he hasn't really noticed you before, but he thinks you have a cute nose. he notes a birthmark next to your mouth. he thinks the glitter pen you're writing with is endearing. but you dont look up at him, so you're not his girl (his girl, when had he started thinking that?) - and he looks away, the small moment fades from his mind by the end of the lecture.

and when you start sending him pictures - he can't help it. there's been a worry, of course, that his stalker could very well be some greasy man or someone completely grotesque - but, god. the gleam of your cunt - the way your pretty fingers hold yourself open - he can see your little clit -

the note makes him groan i can't hold back anymore. i want you to see what you do to me - its not enough just to tell you. you make me so wet. i dont even have to warm up for it just thinking about you is enough to get me messy enough that my fingers just slide in. just my fingers though, i promise. i want my hymen to be broken on your cock - i want you to be my first. i belong to you.

beats his dick raw to the picture you send him over the weeks and eventually it gets to the point where he's wondering if he can take this - he feels insane - really insane - he thinks about writing you back. about putting a note of his own in the places you always leave one for him, so that when you go to put it there - you'll see his.

he thinks better of it. talks himself out of it. jerking off to pictures of your pussy you willingly send is one thing - actively engaging with you is a whole other ballpark. unless it was to tell you to leave him alone, there's absolutely no reason to. he'd be telling you its okay - he'd be enabling this obviously concerning behavior. he wont do it.

its just. you said you'd do anything for him. anything at all. would you send him a video, if he asked? would you show him more of you? he's been thinking about what your fingers would look like pumping in and out - the sounds of your pussy - if you said his name - would you get into degrading positions for him? how far would you go while still concealing your identity?

he doesn't need to know. it'd be fucking deranged to push you.

but you said you'd do anything. he's your prince, isn't he? if he wants to see more you'd have to listen. you'd have to.

[teethcake]

Hiii today is Ben Drowned’s day on April 23.

I miss Ben Drowned for sure! I would like to see him in your style again :D

happy birthday to the guy who i thought haunted my phone

[birrdify]

im obsessed wiht your AU mister moloch ...... @can-your-kinitopet (for Some reason i cant tag your main sobs)) i Will draw more whne i come back from the Dread. Dinner

[gailynovelry]

Thinking a little bit about that one "I'm an English major and a professional as opposed to you amateurs" anon. Gonna roast 'em a little bit, but with the intention of addressing a thing we've had in mind for a while.

Real talk, coming from someone who WAS an English major; majoring in English is not necessarily a guarantee that someone is a good writer. For one, you can be bad at your major, full stop. For another, it's not even a guarantee that someone identifies as a writer to begin with. English as a major is pretty broad, and it covers reading too, among other things. There's library science, analytical academia, historical preservation & interpretation (MEDIEVAL MANUSCRIPTS HELL YES), editing, nonfiction trades (often crosses over with STEM majors), marketing (crosses over with business majors), and also book design and typography (<3 <3 <3 our favorite, crosses over with art majors).

Someone can major in English and take a specific minor with the goal of falling into a trade that is not writing literary fiction. In fact, we would argue that most people who get something useful out of their major are the ones that do that.

It's also worth noting that it's possible to be an English major focused on "lowbrow" fiction. There are people who major in English and use the experience towards the end of writing erotica. There are people who major in English with the intent to write genre fiction. There are people who major in English to study the history and social context of fanfiction.

These things are, in fact, worthy fields of study! The realm of the "amateur" is the realm where a lot of cultural conversations and innovations happen!

Expecting English as a major to be a tract specifically for producing acclaimed literary fictionists is not realistic, not how the discipline typically works, and it's certainly not a thing you can use to hold over other writers' heads. It is perfectly possible for people to write good things (professional-grade things even) without ever touching a college course.

I sat through so much bad writing in college. Technically bad, thematically bad, gramatically bad. And I routinely bump into non-graduate authors who write texts, formal and informal alike, that blow my own writing clean out of the water with their quality.

In short, dismissing other people in your general field as "amateurs" who are beneath you is an incredibly unprofessional thing to do.

[frnkiebby]

I know ur the frank source but might you have the collection of ray toro with the muppets?

these are the only ones i have but i’m sure there are more out there if these aren’t the specific ones you’re looking for?~🎃

[fatuismooches]

Weird thing I always imagine. Idk if they’ve been invented in teyvat but let’s say they have so….rollie chair Dottore. Specifically if he’s taking care of fragile reader in his office, just cleaned their arm in preparation for needle, but wait that needle is over on his desk, that’s okay he’ll just wheelie over !! Idk just imagining him rolling from desk to desk to grab some papers and whatnot is so scientist/doctor coded

The only reason Dottore owns one of these rolling chairs is because you were the one who bought it in the first place (very much persuaded by Pantalone's luxurious one.) The Doctor prefers a regular ordinary chair, as that's what he's worked with his whole life and sees no reason to change, but that's also probably because he could care less as long as it doesn't break. You, however, are of the opinion that spinning chairs = fun. You replace his main chair with the rolling one. Dottore still doesn't care. He's much more in the habit of simply getting up whenever he needs something. You sit in his lap and try to push him to get it to roll but you're not strong enough for that of course. The mission is mostly unsuccessful. Mostly. He does sometimes unintentionally roll when the distance is short, and then just continues since he's already doing it. You find it very entertaining, and he does admit to the convenience. (Foxttore loves the chair the most. Lil shit refuses to get off it sometimes.)

[diablolita]

@ girls online when men send you fucked up sexual messages don’t try to give a snarky response, just ignore them. the fuckers jerk themselves off knowing that you not only read that shit but gave them attention for it. they’re just looking for attention from women by any means possible.

[i-am-bill-cipher]

haha short :D

ILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU! IM A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE HEIGHT FOR A EUCLYDIAN!

[nottsangel]

toxic!theo whos an asshole but sweetheart!reader develops a friendship with fred and hes so nice to her!!!

Sweetheart slowly gets attached to fred and theo notices but whatever he does,for the life of him he cant get them away from eachother

Eventually,he beats fred up and then gets his asshole friends to do the same( poor freddie :( )

Theo gets fred to leave sweetheart alone somehow and sweetheart is heartbroken but teddy tries to comfort her

I ♡ Angst

NOOOO WHYD YOU DO THAT TO MY BABYBOY FREDDIE 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣 i acc can’t handle this 😓😓😓 but at the same time…. possessive theo is v hot ngl……….

[poppy-metal]

haunted by beyonce is so creep au. i was about it because i love my little freaks and listening to that song. would making a spotify playlist for it be too far lol? little sneak peek...

he spends the rest of his time at college a near recluse. re-reading your old letters. he crumbles them in his hand and feels a need to punch or stab at something but every time he finds himself smoothing them out gently. he tries to channel his anger into other ways. tries not to let this fester in him and make him even worse but it's too late for him to decide. how is he meant to move on when he can't hear a bird chirp without all his thoughts turning to you? 

-☕

AURRRRRRRR

he graduates stanford. its all hazy. he went kind of comatose after your last letter. he sat in his room for days just..... staring at the ceiling. numb. he gets precariously close to failing all of his classes and only slightly comes out of it when he's confronted by patrick and his grandmother calls him worrying about him. he manages to pull himself enough together to push through his last semester. worst of all - he stops playing tennis for awhile. anything that used to make him happy just pisses him off. he moves states with patrick when he offers because the thought of being alone is too daunting. he doesn't trust himself.

patrick and art buy an apartment together - patrick goes pro - art...... stays home. the reality of your absence hits him months later and he comes out of his numb state of shock and its bad. he's self destructive and meaner and he cries more often than he ever used to. he burns half your letters - almost burns the apartment down doing it - but stops halfway through and saves the last remaining ones. he rereads them religiously. he wonders how all of it could be fake. he wonders why he didn't just throw them away when they first started coming. why did he have to engage? he thinks the worst of himself - what kind of pathetic deranged freak he must be to have found these words appealing? to be touched? to fall for someone he doesn't even know? patrick worries about him. they fight alot. patrick isn't used to this kind of art. this miserable, sad, snappish art. he tries to get him back into tennis - but everytime art holds a racket he feels sick. he remembers how much you wrote about it - his tennis. how beautiful you thought he was when he played. how you'd always been watching him. he thinks about you seeing him on TV and not even recognizing him because of how little he meant to you.

he tells patrick he's taking a hiatus from tennis thats all. the media goes crazy about it. but he deactivates all of his accounts.

its been a few years now and people are getting antsy. they want art donaldson back. patrick is niggling him again. he says art looks alot better than he did before. that it'd be good for him. art doesn't know what he wants. being famous again doesn't feel as thrilling as it used to. he wants to be normal again, though. he's gotten good at pretending, at least. he has a job at his local bookstore and he can smile at people and he's having sex and he goes out with patrick sometimes. there's no reason he shouldn't be back out there.

but he's not okay. he's a viper wrapped in the body of a man. he's filled with poison and he wants to inject it into the world around him every day. he still writes to you - he texts your old number - senseless things. the rambles of a mad man. he wants you to turn on the TV and see him step out onto a court as art donaldson again and he wants you to feel him through the screen. he wants you to be watching when he wins and he wants you watching when an interviewer asks him what its like to be back so he can look at the camera and pretend its your eyes he's meeting through the screen when he says, "I've never felt more motivated."

"and what's motivating you, mr. donaldson?"

a smile. "reconnecting with an old friend."

the good thing about being back into tennis, art has found - is the money. money he can use to find you. money he already plans on using to find you.

[crushedsweets]

Heeeeey, it’s your favorite anon. I was wondering, what are the different factions in your headcanon and who is apart of which factions?

- Your favorite Anon

omfg i posted this w/o text accidentally lets pray nobody saw that. ANYWAY

there isn't exactly 'factions' for my au, but i cranked out this shitty little map for this ask LOL and i do have things to say abt it

the parts that get darker means its higher elevation!

kates mine is where slenderman and the operators combined body resided for thousands of years, a ton of different minerals (but especially coal) forming around his entity until he separated. he started like...creaking awake.... when the mine was created during the industrial revolution. the reason kate resides where he 'woke up' is cuz she was the operators first victim and slendermans first proxy upon them tearing in half. . .

the abandoned hospital was abandoned around the same time the mine was, since everyone kept experiencing 'slender sickness'. . . they blamed it on the mines and some gas leak or something they couldn't figure out. the entire forest started to be deemed some sort of biohazard for a long while because of it.

the cabins were just little things littered about over the centuries, abandoned and the sort. the abandoned farmhouse is where clocky stayed in the earlier half of her """operator recovery""", and where jeff often went undercover

the railroad was also made during the industrial revolution to reach the mines and hospital, but it was forcefully collapsed after the forest was deemed a biohazard and blocked off before the farm area.

the big farm is where an old family has lived for generations, and they let the proxies (mostly toby and kate) get some work done for some low pay, resources, etc, since brian and tim have other jobs (carpentry and trucking, respectively)

south to this is a tiny itty bitty little town, very old and traditional type . . .

even more-south is where it grows into the city. the railroad does run towards this, which is how most of the creeps make their way around for.. creepy business nina, jane, liu, etc (in general the non-killer creeps) are in the cities. proxies are mostly in the forest/farm area, and any sort of paranormal/cryptid thing is stuck in the forest.

hope this makes sense...feel free to ask more questions i kinda just rambled mindlessly

[just-somedude]

If you are not 18+ do not follow my account. Do not interact with me. This is not a place for children. I just had an ask from someone who claimed to be a 13 year old, please get off of my page. You are too young. You are a child. Stop.

[amar-hiyar-majhe]

Bengali ladkiya itni lusty kaise ho jati hain I really wonder 🥵🥵

Bro! Lemme tell you something. Please show yourself and then send me an ask. I will really not harm you because a one day talk with you will fix everything. Then after the talk I bet I won't but you will block me because after your filthy opinions I will write a blog about you and then after 5 or 6 hours you will play a victim card and say that "some individual are ruining my mental peace and invading my personal space by hateful attacks". Then I will be the criminal and you will become a victim even after being the first to destroy my mental peace.

I know the game man. I know. So please stop and show your real self so that people like you can be removed from here. Thanks.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

aaaaariiiiiiii how do you think gojo would react when his always calm, quiet gf gets angry? Especially at him? (It's real bad when quiet people express their anger)

anonnnnnnn :3 that’s a great question hehe. i’m a sucker for this trope ngl ………. i think it depends a bit on the situation bc . if you genuinely get angry when you’re usually never like that, it’s probably over something serious, right? if you’re really upset and sad and just expressing it through anger then i think gojo notices and tries to soothe you. he’s always very observant when it comes to you!!! and as much as he teases you, he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you in actual emotional turmoil.

with that being said <33 if you’re just pissed off and nothing more, i think gojo loves it. he’s ecstatic. he’s literally never been happier. if you’re angry at someone else and chewing them out then he’s just watching you with a big ass grin on his face. would CHEER if you slapped someone. he thinks you’re so attractive when you’re all mad and assertive <33 and tbh the same can be said when you’re angry at him…. he doesn’t like being given the silent treatment, and he doesn’t like when you’re upset with him, but. he likes it when you chew him out. especially since it’s a side of you he doesn’t see very often.

i think it’s a little infuriating because you want him to listen to you but he’s just watching you in awe. grinning. hearts in his eyes. knees buckling when you raise your voice at him. he’s soooo enamored. thinks you’re so cute when you’re angry. (<- this just makes you even angrier but that’s kind of what he’s hoping for anyway …. gl dealing w this man LMAO)