#creepypasta a game of tag

[angel-cryptid]

So I decided to make one of these picrew tag game things! But in a creepy way!

tags (anyone can join tho!) : @coffin--coffee @scary-friend @d3cayingdolly @cult-of-lambs @sugarcandydoll

[something-something-peaceful]

There’s something about sewaddle that reminds me of a duck, and as a person that reportedly really liked ducks as a kid, that just delights me enough to make it a favorite Pokémon of mine.

Yes I know it’s not a duck, but look at my little duck man.

[doawk]

climb the green mountain trail.

[raythekiller]

💕 and 🔥 for EJ please??

(also can I be 🐇 anon? ^^)

ofc!! welcome to the family <3

EYELESS JACK is extremely doting as a lover. For you to give a chance to him, a vile and disgusting creature (as he sees himself, at least) makes you almost like a saint in his eyes. He might not be the clingiest or neediest of partners, but he'll never deny you affection when you need or ask for it. He just can't say no to you.

As for dislikes, I've mentioned this before, but he can't stand people messing with his things without asking for permission first. It's fine if they ask, he'll probably say yes anyway, but it's the without permission part that drives him crazy.

[avargskeletorium]

Teaser for the redraw of previous entry of PastaRevivals

[ieatpastaatnight]

More art!! And I finally made a new Main Menu screen!

[into-the-mellyverse]

I finally admit it!

I have a mystery Dungeon Explorers AU and have had it for years and love it so much!

[makelikenewton]

Hello, 🌹🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well.

Could you please help me reblog the post on my account to save my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏

I am new to Tumblr and also to GoFundMe.🙏

I hope you can support and stand by me at the beginning .

Thank you ♥️ .

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Yeah, of course. You got it.

Here is a link to this persons gofundme. Please, donate if you can. Share if you cannot.

If this ends up being a scam, i will be deleting this post.

[homicidal-slvt]

[Welcome]

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This is an 18+ blog

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MASTER LISTS

•Call Of Duty

•The Evil Within

•Resident Evil

•Detroit: Become Human

•Until Dawn

•The Quarry

•Slashers

•Creepypasta

•Various

•OCS

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INCORRECT QUOTES

•Call Of Duty

•Resident Evil

•Various

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SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS

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RULES/REQUEST RULES

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

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Dark Content: @zombie-hickey

Personal Account: @homicidal-wife

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What Glitters Isn't Mine

Golden Gear Midas (Fortnite) x Young(er)!Montague (Fortnite)

Summary: midas is worried sick about accidentally turning his not-so-obvious crush into gold the first time they share a bed. surely nothing will go wrong

Tags from AO3: Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Horror (???), Touch Starved Midas (Fortnite), Touch Starved Montague (Fortnite), Midague, Proofread (barely), Trans Male Character, Trans Montague (Fortnite), Trans Midas (Fortnite), T4T Midague Real

thank you to my duo for always showering me with plenty of ideas to write about!! <3 this one could work as a standalone story, but i recommend reading (Lighthouse) for full context!

Sleep has always been one of those commodities Midas could rarely afford. He  tended to stay up late into the night and wake up around daybreak, running on 5 hours of sleep and an unhealthy amount of caffeine in his system.

It’s gotten significantly worse ever since he got a noisy roommate, who preferred to stay up even later than him, then proceed to sleep through the entire day. He couldn’t get too mad at him for it though.

Montague had it a lot more rough. His vision was healing far slower than his other wounds, and he’s been plagued with nightmares since the day he laid hands on that cursed relic. He never told Midas about it, but it was quite easy to tell. 

Most nights Midas would wake up to the sound of him suffering and crying deep in his sleep, all alone on the living room couch he used as a bed. He would wake him at times like this, but it slowly got to the point that Montague would rather sleep during the day when Midas was busy elsewhere. He didn’t want to be a nuisance, he was already staying there rent free after all.

Midas could tell something was wrong even if Montague never spoke about it. He shut himself away most on days, cooking and cleaning to spend his time productively, then latching onto Midas’s Xbox for comfort.

Midas was worried, but he never asked. He didn’t ask him about that night, the night Montague came crawling to his house, bloodied up and on the brink of death. He didn’t ask about the amulet he decided to wear so close to that strange scar over his chest, the one right above his heart. 

He didn’t want to bother him, thinking that he would open up with time, when he was ready.

The amulet was concerning, they knew close to nothing about its properties, besides being able to heal people fast, and turning the blood around Montague’s wounds into crystals one time. It was a complete mystery to both of them, but Montague insisted on wearing it at all times, even though he couldn’t explain the reason why.

Montague was hard to read in general, but Midas was getting better at guessing what his actions would mean if he put them into words. Cooking and cleaning probably meant something like “thank you for letting me stay here”, and so on.. This night was no different.

“It’s cold in the living room..” - montague said as he opened the door to Midas’s room. He looked exhausted, even though it was only 1 am. In his arm he was clutching his blanket, looking like a scared child who  just saw a monster under the bed.

The gears were turning in Midas’s head, he could vaguely figure what this was about. He was probably just tired and didn’t want to sleep alone.

“Yeah..” - he replied, shuffling around in his bed awkwardly. A sleepover was honestly a pretty terrible idea..

With Montague around, his golden touch was near unmanageable. Pots, pans, plates, silverware, bedding, the couch, even the fridge had to be replaced by this point. He couldn’t exactly figure out why he was losing control this easily.. Well, he had a pretty close hunch, he just didn’t want to admit it outright.

Either way, he didn’t want him to stay, not in the slightest. Just the thought of it was making him queasy, his fists balled up, focusing on not turning his bedsheets gold with every fibre of his being. 

“You can sleep here if you want.” - he blurted out without thinking, mentally punching himself in the face in the process. 

He’s probably scared of having nightmares again. What kind of asshole would let him stay alone like this..

Montague nodded, quietly walking up to the bed and throwing his blanket down. He began undressing and Midas could feel his blood run cold.

“You haven’t been sleeping in that, have you?” - the question came out far more accusatory than he intended it to, the tone reminding him of his own mother’s. He felt disgusted. 

“Ugh maybe..” - Montague said as he looked down at his binder, fiddling with his hands. Even though Midas brought him 12 new pairs as a consolation gift, he still decided to wear that silly lemon pattern hand me down all the time. The one he was given by Midas the first time they truly met. 

It was kind of sweet, Midas’s heart would always skip a beat whenever he caught a glimpse of it, peeing out from under his shirt. 

“You really shouldn’t you know.. it’s real bad for your health and-“ - midas was so ready to start his lecturing, telling him all about the safety precautions he needs to take and stuff, but he was interrupted.

“You want me to take it off?”

The question hit him like a brick to the face, the room suddenly felt a lot more hot than it did before, and he could feel gold spilling over from his hands, onto the blanket below.

Just how the hell did he get into this?

“I-“ - he began, stopping himself immediately. Yes, he wanted him to take it off, but not in a weird way. More-so in a “hey friend who i like a lot, please don’t destroy your ribs while you sleep” type of way. Nothing more. Nothing less. He started again. - “Y…yes?”

“..whatever..” - Montague muttered, his face visibly flushed as he began to peel the fabric off of himself. Midas looked away immediately, but not fast enough, catching a glimpse of him in nothing but his boxers and that relic around his neck.

This was bad. Real bad. So bad. 

When he was done, Montague climbed into the bed, cozying up in his blanket on the other side of the bed.

Midas’s worst fears were slowly coming true as he felt more and more drops of gold spill from his hands. He wiped them off on the bedsheet not so nonchalantly. If this kept up he would run out of bedding.

He was not going to turn anything to gold. Not his sheets. Not the bed. And most definitely not his-

His blood froze the moment Montague scooted closer to him, quietly draping his arm around Midas’s torso, his face inches away from his chest. He could feel Montague’s warm breath on his skin, quickly forming goosebumps all around.

They cuddled before on the couch, at times when Montague had his nightmares, but it was never like this. Those only lasted until Montague fell asleep again, and they were all dressed up. This felt more than friendly, almost intimate. And while he wouldn’t have minded it in any other situation, right now Midas was mortified.

He took a deep breath as he folded one shaky arm over Montague, strategically placing it over his blanket. Midas could see the man’s lips curl into a soft smile. It was a rare sight, and he made sure to etch it into his memory.

It was nice. He wished they could always sleep like this. The only sound he could hear were the crickets outside, and Montague’s breathing getting slower and slower by the minute, him falling asleep not soon after.

Midas’s eyes were getting blurry, sleep threatening to take over him, but he just watched as Montague clung to him, his eyelashes fluttering occasionally, his face more peaceful than he’s ever seen before.

He was stupid for feeling like this, but he was beginning to like his roommate more than what you would consider friendly. He would never admit it though, it was clear to him that Montague was not interested. At least that’s what he got from it, him being so hard to read and all.

In a moment of bravery Midas raised a hand and swept it over the man’s hair, ruffling his locks softly. It was fine. Everything was fine. He kept petting his hair with a smile on his face, almost getting lost in his beauty.

Midas was stupid, but it was fine. Just for a short while Montague was his, and that was enough for him. Admiring him like this was more than enough.

Midas’s eyelids slipped shut more and more as time passed, even as he tried to stay awake and be in control until-

Montague screamed, so loud that Midas immediately jumped, confused for only second, as he caught a glimpse of glistening gold under his fingertips, intertwined in his hair.

“Wha- Stop! It hurts!” - Montague gasped and heaved as the gold began to spread, spilling over from his hair, onto his arms and back. 

“W-Wait! No! Please-“ - midas pulled and yanked on his arm but it wouldn’t budge, it was like his fingers melted into the flesh of the man next to him. 

Montague cried and trashed around in horror only for a short while, within mere seconds his muscles began to freeze up, the gold seeping into his bones and rendering him near unable to move. All he could feel was an overwhelming amount of pain and terror, he felt like his body was on fire and freezing in an ice cold lake at the same time.

Midas tried with all his power to stop, to at least slow it down or reverse it somehow but nothing was working, he grabbed his arm with his other hand but it also began to weep gold, leaving him unable to movie as well. He tried to calm Montague but it was all in vain, he couldn’t even calm himself.

The room was filled with their wails of despair until the gold finally fully overtook Montague. He suddenly stopped all his sounds, staring up at Midas, his eyes full of fear and hate as gold dripped down his face.

“WHY!?”

 “Please- I’m sorry I- Stop! No-“ - midas cried out as he tried to free his arms, glistening gold spilling out from them more and more with each passing second. Montague’s whole face contorted from the pain, his jaw looking almost unhinged as he screamed and screamed without stopping for a second. Then gold fully overtook him, silencing him as his expression remained frozen in absolute terror.

Midas stared at him in horror, before shutting his eyes, crying and screaming at the top of his lungs for help, any help, until he felt someone shake him by the shoulders.

Blue and brown eyes greeted him, inches away from his face.

“You kicked me in your sleep..” - montague stared down at him, his face back to normal, completely unharmed. Despite his cold words he had an awfully worried expression on his face.

It took Midas a moment to realise what just happened. He looked down at his hands, looking just like they did before. 

He almost felt stupid about it, before lunging forward, hugging Montague as close as he could. He was startled for a second, but he still ended up draping his arms around Midas, pulling him even closer. 

“Sorry.. I had a weird nightmare..” - midas mumbled as he buried his face in Montague’s shoulder. He never felt more relieved before in his life.

“Yeah.. i figured..” - montague replied, softly petting Midas’s hair with one hand. Guess their score was settled now.

[crowwfed]

The Star-Eyed People

Been thinking about these creatures I would think of before I fell asleep. Adding lore to them overtime and I finally drew them. They’ve appeared in some form through other creative projects of mine, including some class assignments haha :)

In their lore, “they can appear in a variety of forms, but they are tied (appearance-wise) to have the same/similar star-shaped faces. Above, left to right, are 1. a Star-Eyed Person (S-EP) in the form of a fairy with insect elements, unnamed, 2. a S-EP, laying down, in the form of a canine with other mammalian aspects, individual often referred to as Grayhound, and 3. a quiet S-EP in the form of a mountain goat, individual referred to as Cliff-face.”

I’ve always wanted to create a Creepypasta/ARG/urban legend type of story so here’s my attempt! :)

Back to sketches:

Anatomy work on their hands/limbs

I imagine some, depending on their form would walk some on their knuckles.

They have a lot of dexterity and mimic human behavior. Will often give “gifts” to humans that have caught their attention, such as acorns, old coins, etc.

Lemme know what you guys think if I should share more of this idea! :)

[percepeony]

I’ve been brainrotting about BEN too much they went in my dream earlier when I was just taking a short nap lmao 💀

This is how they look like in my dream and I captured it so perfectly tho 👌

Homeboi be sliding into my dreams to be my personal paralysis demon this year damn I’m honored

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[naru-monster]

Has anyone ever played Proxy tag growing up? In Louisiana around early 2010, my friends, kids in the neighborhood, and I use to play all the time. It was to mimic the 8 pages Slenderman game with a few twists.

If anyone wants me to post the rules for the game, let me know! I’d love to see the game be played again.

[toonnytotal]

[raythekiller]

👗 for EJ and Jane maybe?

- 🐚 anon

When EYELESS JACK isn't wearing his usual black hoodie and jeans, he actually has a little bit of a dark academia vibe to him. I'm talking full on white blouse, black trenchcoat and slacks complete with some oxford shoes. Big fan of neutral and dark tones in general. Has a collection of sweaters.

JANE, on the other hand, is a full blown goth dream babe. Faux leather skirts, lolita-like dresses, fishnet thigh-highs and tops, spiky chokers, demonias and black high heels, tight leather jackets, corsets - the list goes on. Super invested in accessories like necklaces and rings as well as her makeup, which is super elaborate and takes hours to put on.

[myhatisblue]

GAME IS OUT GO PLAY GO PLAY GO PLAY!!!! Enjoy being spooked by my art.