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phantomproxysmiles · 1 year

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Important

Ray was not always a killer, the thought of ray originated in 2014 when I was just a small kid. It started with only small bits and pieces of what she looked like and how she came to be, the thought of her being in the woods and in a big blue house has always been apart of her character’s setting, as well as her blonde hair. Her bangs came to my mind in 2015, but I was still finding out what I wanted her to look like. I like to believe the reason why I thought of her as a kid was because my house was painted blue, and my friends had blonde hair, I will never fully know or understand why I made ray up as a kid, nor why my mind found her character so fascinating. shortly after ray,

the idea of dalia aka soft if not obvious the inspiration behind her look is from a teddybear but a special one that I had as a kid, just like how tier was inspired off a yellow duck.

In 2016-2018 I changed rays looks and concept behind her, her new name was Alison and her story had to due with the concept of drugs, I didn’t know a lot about drugs exactly other then them being bad and could harm people if you use them too much. In 2018 I changed ray back and altered her look some more this became her canon and official look.

Rays InsaneHorrors form smiles is also her crazy side no she’s NOT in the Creepypasta fandom. most of my characters other versions came to be in 2018-2019 even tho smiles and tier have been made in 2016-2017 and gathered more looks and outfits after.

Ash was made in 2020, with her story being named “Lifes error” her concept has to do with the fact she can’t die she just comes back to life very time. She uses this to her advantage. Heiley was made in 2020 as well along with blind death. Some other characters that were made from 2019-2020 are Lith, Crystal, and the creature who’s my version of EyelessJack no I am not the creator nor own EyelessJack I just thought it would be nice to make my own versions of some characters.

For the AU’s “the hooded” “outside humanity” and even ray in mad land have been floating in my mind for a while and didn’t come official to me until 2020-2021, but they have been in my mind since 2019.

Hidden blood was mainly made to describe rays bangs over her wound, now when ever I draw a character with bangs that are covering over a wound or blood I call it a “hidden blood oc’s” it doesn’t have to just be bangs it can also be on the characters back and their hair is just covering it up.

I also wanted to take this time to apologize for my old art work, I know it was not the best and that I was clueless at the time when drawing it. Thanks to a few nice people of the creepypasta community pointed out to me the some of the poses/bases I used to reference my work were inappropriate and even could be seen as sexual. I was unaware of this and if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have been able to to fix my mistakes and could have gotten into a lot of trouble years later (cause you know the fandom members love to cause drama.) my intention was never to sexual any of my work I liked the pose and didn’t know, now I know and a few years ago I made sure to delete any work that had poses that may be seen as inappropriate, I don’t use poses or bases often anymore but when I see one I like I make sure to check just in case if I’m referencing it.

Due to most my characters being minors I am highly against any kind of sexual or inappropriate art work of them!

Ray and Heiley are both only 15 year olds, Soft/Dalia is a 5 year old, Alison is a 16 year old, and Jackson and Tier’s ages have never been shown. Im not ok with fans aging up my characters nor changing their ages. As for rays outfit’s over the years, I thought the outfits looked cool when I was younger I didn’t know a swim suit could be sexualized as well as a leotard? I have changed the outfits to make them less revealing and more age friendly, even though kids wear swimsuits and leotard’s all the time?

I guess the swimsuit one peace makes sense due to the hole in the front but also that drawing was supposed to be kinda a joke in a way how ray can’t stay in water for too long due to her body will start to decay.

Last thing, im sorry that my story’s are not 100% realistic due to the fact when I made the characters I was a kid and had creativity instead of boring solid loaf of bread for a brain and sorry for shipping my characters with famous Creepypasta characters I guess I should have known Creepypasta members will get upset over that? But I made my own versions so that fans hopefully won’t get mad about it.

With all that said hopefully I didn’t miss anything, if theirs anything I missed please tell me we can talk about it instead of starting drama about it. Thank you and keep in mind to be respectful of fandom creators.

#creepypasta artist #creepypasta creator #creepypasta fandom #smilesteddybearproxy #ray sadienie #legless heiley #soft #important #creepypasta writer #my sweet teddy bear #lifes error #sweet tooth #please dont cry #dim the lights Im scared #come and see #bloody winter #the tall mans helper #apologie #anouncement

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jgmartin · 11 months

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Me writing villains: 100 pages of backstory, badass name, dope aesthetic, mysterious motives, every quote is a fckn mic drop

Me writing heroes: nice guy, tries hard

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keis-slut · 8 days

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whimper|t.toby

bonus p. link

CW: RIDING, PRAISE, SCRATCHING, “GOOD BOY”

Third Person POV

toby that’s an absolute bitch when you ride him.

he loves fighting for dominance with you, but on the few occasions where you win, he’s a mess.

he’ll cry and moan as you get yourself off on his cock.

riding him until he’s a ticking and whimpering mess.

he’s laying underneath you, everything off him but his hoodie, his hands clawing at your thighs as you rut for pleasure.

he leaves marks, small crescent shapes from his nails, pink lines trailing down your skin when he drags them.

you just feel so good, he can’t help it.

“yes, yes, b-baby, that’s it- that’s i-it!”

screaming for his own release as he watches you bounce on him desperately, him a sweating and crying mess.

he can’t help but buck his own hips just slightly as you ride him, wanting you to take control but absentmindedly trying to push himself deeper too.

doing so, he feels you clench and throb around his cock, sending his head back with a choked sob from his throat, his brown locks falling and sticking to his face.

“y-you feel so-so s-so good, please!-“

he had his hands roaming up your stomach, caressing your chest and giving a slight squeeze as if this was to help him cum.

“s’ pretty…such a good boy, taking me so well”

you mumble just loud enough for him to hear, purposely making yourself tighten around him.

“o-oh, oh! fuck!”

he moans loudly, quickly clamping his hands onto your hips as he holds you down, feeling him warmly finish inside you.

so loud when he cums, he tenses and whines, mumbling through whimpers how good you feel.

you lean forward and place your hands on his chest, pulling yourself off him as cum slightly drips from your cunt.

“you cum so much every time, too, dontcha?”

#smut writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #smut writer #writer stuff #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta smut #creepy pasta #ticci toby smut

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metalheads-trash-bin · 5 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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Key:

Ships

Notices

Warnings

Fandoms

Baseline importance

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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TROLLS:

The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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Where else you can contact me or see my content:

Insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._

Twitter: _mhs_trash_bin_

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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TROLLS:

Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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CREEPYPASTA:

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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Enjoy! <3

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sins0fthefather · 2 months

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Wrath.

Jeff the Killer HCs:

General HCs:

Full Name: Jeffrey Alexander Woods (Only responds to Jeff though. Best case scenario if you call him his full name is he’ll ignore you, worst case scenario is him flipping his shit on you)

Age: 22-25 (Based on where in the story a character study/fic takes place)

Birthday: September 22 (Older than Liu by 2 years)

Wasian— Father is Chinese, mother is a born n’ raised Texan

Biromantic, Demisexual

Has autism, C-PTSD, BPD (contributor to his auditory hallucinations), NPD, ASPD, and BDD

Right Handed

6’1 (185~ cm)

Covered in burn scars, most noticeably on his chest, forearms, and back

He uses white facepaint, it makes his face’s silhouette look “cleaner” in his eyes

His cuts have healed up for the most part, although he’ll have moments where he relapses and cuts at them again. The ends will also sometimes tear if he does something like laugh too hard.

Very touchy with other people, but he despises being touched first. He prefers to initiate physical contact- both because of the control aspect of it and because of his general distrust of others.

His sense of humor waxes and wanes from extreme condescension to the most morbid sentences you’ve ever heard. Half of the time it doesn’t even sound like a joke.

Reckless driver, cursed with terrible road rage

Smokes cigarettes, his brand of choice is Marlboro

Drinks vodka straight as if it were water

I feel like his favorite band would be Tool or Slipknot. His music taste is just metal and dad rock.

Was brought up in a Catholic school for most of his life, although he obviously doesn’t keep up with the practice anymore. This is a big catalyst for why he develops a god complex however since he “has authority over life and death”— something unique only to gods from what he was taught.

Very observant of the people around him. He memorizes speech patterns, demeanors, even the way people walk. He’s gotten to the point where he can read people and their intentions well before they’re explicitly stated, making it much easier for him to spot a lie. However this also makes it much easier for him to tell when he’s truly pushing somebody’s buttons, and there’s nothing he loves more than pushing people past their limit.

Always stealing glances of himself in any mirror he walks past

He’s an opportunistic killer. Limiting himself to patterns clashes with the creativity and the thrill of the moment to him. However, there are specific elements of a kill he will often repeat if the mood strikes him. An example of this would be often including strangulation (albeit usually not the direct cause of death) to reflect his acquired need for control in all moments of his life. Sometimes he will also pose bodies in a “prayer” position to call back that god complex I mentioned.

He doesn’t always kill people immediately. If someone catches his eye, usually because he finds them beautiful in some aspect, he’ll take it a step further. He has no problem with being patient when the situation arises for it- stalking the person, learning their habits and schedules, the whole shebang. He’ll then slowly start to ruin said person’s life, isolating them through the slaughter of those closest to them and destroying any sense of peace and security they once had. He’s the sound that goes -bump- in the night. He’ll toy with his food until he eventually grows bored, disposing them like all the rest. After all, how dare someone else try to be beautiful in his presence- a punishment of the highest order is necessary.

His anger can be very… explosive. He doesn’t stick around very long for enough people besides victims to see it, but it can be as unpredictable as his own kills. It’s worse when he’s silent in his anger however, since with the former you at least have enough of a warning to brace yourself.

Backstory-Centric HCs:

(TW: csa, murder, mutilation, religious trauma, general stuff)

Takes place in college. Jeff is 22 at the start while Liu is 20.

Instead of being a one-off instance, Jeff and Liu have been subjected to bullying/borderline harassment since middle school. This builds up Jeff’s gradual distrust of others and leads to him shutting himself off from his peers.

Most of said bullying revolved around their mixed race situation. It only got worse as Jeff shut himself off and Liu became a people pleaser.

The two didn’t even have peace at home, since their parents were sexually abusive and excused it through their religion. It was “all apart of god’s love” as they said. This + the bullying leads Liu to develop DID and kickstarts Jeff’s resentment towards their parents. It also led Jeff to develop a twisted belief on what love and beauty is since god apparently “favored” the beauty of his parent’s form of “love.”

On one particular instance of bullying/harassment, a small group of people he grew up with planned on jumping and mugging Jeff behind a bar. Things escalated when Jeff retaliated in self defense, beating his aggressors with a nearby pipe found laying against a dumpster. He didn’t leave unscathed however, since one of the attackers dropped a lighter into the flammable materials (alcohol, trash, etc) that had been scattered in the fight, planning on making everyone go down in that moment. Jeff managed to survive (albeit with severe burns along his body) after being found by an employee who went to go check out the noise/smell of smoke, but the others succumbed to their wounds.

While in a heavy state of shock and psychosis (paired with being drugged up out the wazoo at the hospital) his usual unchecked auditory hallucinations worsened, leading his mind to trick him into believing this situation was a sign from god- that he was supposed to survive while his tormentors burned. Paired with his already twisted concepts of love and beauty, he began to believe that his burns were part of god’s plan to make him more beautiful- because he was favored.

This only gets worse when he’s released from the hospital’s custody due to a neglect in checking his mental state. After being sent home with his family and therefore being thrown back into the abusive environment he hoped to escape when going to college he ends up experiencing a psychotic break, mutilating himself in the process.

When his parents catch him, they attack him. In their eyes he had disgraced them, no longer upholding the “beauty” of heaven that they enforced. He ends up killing them in self defense, but furthers it by mutilating their bodies in an act of defiance induced by his break. He believes he’s outdone god in this moment, deluding himself into thinking he’s on the same level (or even better) than god.

While overcome by his psychotic break, he ends up severely wounding Liu after he wakes up to check out the noise. It becomes a conspiracy on if Liu survived or not since his body was never found by authorities.

The reason why Jeff continues on his spree after these instances is the feel of control he gets. After being forced into submission by those around him for so long, he finally feels a stable sense of power over those he deems as less than him.

He ends up wandering throughout the states after this, hopping from town to town. He never stays in one place for long, although sometimes he’ll revisit his home town to give the urban legend fanatics something to fear again.

#long post woo #questions encouraged teehee #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta/you #creepypasta #headcanon #headcanons #jeffrey woods #homicidal liu #rewrite #writers on tumblr #the autism is autisming

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official-locke-writing · 6 months

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Alright, I've had enough.

If you guys are going to write dialogue involving Toby Rogers/rewrite in any way, I suggest going for a more complex representation of Tourette's Syndrome than just stuttering and twitching. It would give him more dimension as a human being in your stories.

Tourette's is a fluid kind of syndrome. The symptoms, tics, and severity can drastically change over time. Tics can be acquired and/or dropped over the span of months, and can worsen with stress. Tic attacks are also a thing that exists.

Some symptoms that you could depict:

Repeated and uncontrollable facial expressions. This could lead to him smiling, frowning, grimacing, etc. in inappropriate situations. It's rough.

Jerking of head or limbs (not twitching, full-on jerking.)

Compulsion to touch specific textures repeatedly

Throat clearing as a tic

Whistling as a tic

Tongue clicking

A tic could also be an animal sound like a hyena laugh or a bird call. Try to stay away from barking as a tic. My personal opinion, he lives in the woods and hears birds pretty much all day. Some of the sounds have stuck.

Compulsion to repeat phrases and words (echolalia.) This includes vulgar words and phrases, but doesn't always have to be. These can often inject themselves into the previous sentence; it can be both pretty annoying and sometimes funny, if the person with Tourette's humors about it.

If it's bad, a tic could be an action of self-harm, like slapping, pinching, or hitting an area of the body.

(This can also happen when someone cannot self-regulate intense emotions, which is something Toby tends to... not do.)

With Tourette's, one can develop OCD-like habits and often pairs with ADHD, anxiety and/or depression.

The acknowledgement of premonitory sensations could also help write Toby with a bit more depth. He has some warning before a tic hits; do with that as you will.

Suppressing tics is also a thing, and can lead to a tic attack later in the day if it gets bad. Tics can lead to muscle-cramping, joint pain, accidental self-harm, and pain in the face, eyes, and throat if the tics are worse in that area.

D-d-don't w-rite T-Toby like a b-blushing s-schoolgirl.

Something more vulgar could be like,

I have had-popop!-had lifelong, unmanaged genital herpes... uh, wait, no, Tourette's Syndrome. My bad. *laughs* Damn, that one was pretty bad.

Or the word could be completely irrelevant to what he's trying to convey, which could get frustrating with his short temper,

Hey, do you got a lemonhead? Sorry, I meant a l- lemonhead. No, fuck. Wait. I need a... a lemon-a lighter! Fucking hell, just give me a lighter, please.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #tobias erin rogers #creepypasta ticci toby #writeblr #character design #writing community #writers of tumblr #creative writing

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deepsix-writing · 10 days

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coming to terms with godhood.

(a jack nichols aka ‘eyeless jack’ story)

the birth of a god is a painful thing. it feels like dying, more than anything. you’d think, after people having worshipped deities for so long, they’d warn you about how excruciating it is to become one. but they don’t.

that was something jack nichols had learned through firsthand experience. recently, in fact. but the worst thing, for him, wasn’t learning to readjust; it felt like all of his senses had been fundamentally rearranged, but that wasn’t what bothered him most. what bothered him most was the trail of bodies it left in his wake.

“burn in hell. ALL of you.” he remembered the words birthing into the open air, but not saying them himself. but he did remember pulling the mask over his face, and he did remember leaving a bloody jenny to die in the forest alone. he remembered kicking away her pleading hands as they pawed at his ankle, her last chance of making contact with her reborn god. only it didn’t feel like jack’s voice, coming out of him. it came from some place far deeper than his chest, and it gushed from his lips like the tar that leaked from his eyes. when he finally scrambled back to civilization, hastily stuffing himself into the nearest gas station bathroom to avoid prying eyes, he puked his guts out. it was an ultimately futile attempt to get that noxious tar out of his body.

it was poisoning him, he was certain. it felt like it coated every inch of his insides, holding back the air in his lungs and turning the food in his stomach to bile. he didn’t want to look in the mirror. he didn’t want to see the state of himself, what those people had done to him, but he needed to know.

he wished he hadn’t looked. because when he did, he didn't recognize what he saw.

beneath the mask, crusted with black tar, festered two black pits where his eyes once were. he was mesmerized by the fact he wasn’t doubled over with the pain of it all. thinking about it, he was just as mesmerized by something else, too.

how am i able to see right now?

it was something that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

sight of chernobog, some rogue thought interjected. then, it came back to him. that was what the cultists had said when they gouged out his eyes and replaced them with…

i should not be as calm as i am, reflecting on this.

jack never had been the emotional type, but this was really pushing it. it was like that tar that covered his insides had dampened his emotions, too.

...or maybe he was just denying himself the time to truly reflect on it. a part of him felt if he did that, he might never get back on his feet again. he’d curl up in a ball and crystalize, and years down the line he’d be nothing but dust.

jack didn’t want that. it was like the mountain climbers he’d read about in one of his medical textbooks. he just needed to learn to acclimate to the change in altitude. this could be okay.

how to acclimate, however… that was a tough one. he couldn’t do it around people though, he knew that much. he needed to be somewhere isolated, somewhere he could collect his thoughts and keep anyone else from getting—

go back to the college, his thoughts interjected again. you don’t know what its like to be truly alone. you don’t want that.

jack blinked, but shrugged it off. in the gas station bathroom’s sink he washed his hair, matted with blood, and made certain to wash off any blood that pooled on the porcelain when he was done. he took the mask, cast aside amidst his previous puking session, and slipped it back on. he slipped the hood of his jacket up over it to hide his wet hair, too, and took one final look in the mirror.

it was months from Halloween. there was no way anyone was going to look at him and think ‘yep, that’s normal’. in fact, jack was pretty sure he’d already gotten a horrified look from a lady filling up her tank before he’d darted into the bathroom.

his only hope was going to be finding somewhere secluded to figure all of this out. maybe, when all was said and done with, he could make up the assignments for the last of his classes online. he was pretty sure west point had a program for that.

his uncle had a cabin in some backwoods area nearby, he knew. jack remembered when he was a kid, him, his parents, and his cousins would all stay there during the holidays. his uncle had a different house he lived in, too, so chances were, the place was empty.

and, it was only a few dozen miles north, if he remembered correctly. he was on the track team back in high-school. it wouldn't be easy, but it would be managable.

it was the best shot he had at figuring this all out.

it would have to work.

whatever it was that had happened with the cult, whatever it was that they did to jack, it would all be a distant memory in a few years. it wouldn’t get in the way of his medical degree, and it sure as hell wouldn’t get in the way of his life.

right?

#writers on tumblr #creepypasta #crp #creepypasta fandom #eyeless jack #jack nyras #jack nichols #not really proofread #i wrote this for fun #not planning to take it anywhere unless people really like it

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Everlasting's Master List.

Hello, I'm everlastlady also known as Lady Everlasting. This is my master list that discusses what I have written and fandoms I wtite for. Here you will find stories I have written and just things about me.

I'm 21 years old. My birthday is June 8th so I'm a gemini. The reason I'm on Tumblr is to enjoy fanart, discussions, and fan fiction. I'm also here to write silly little fan fictions of characters that I enjoy. I do want to be a published writer one day so I am working on my own projects. I'm bisexual, demisexual, and demi romantic. My pronouns are she/they. I enjoy writing, books, rain, coffee, tea, sleeping, nature, and photography. When I'm not writing stories or reading books. I'm practicing witchcraft, playing guitar, or playing stardew valley.

I also enjoy horror movies, true crime documentaries or videos, plush toys, and visual novel games. I have seizures so I'm cautious how I spend my screen time. I have other medical issues that I won't go into about. I'm a plant lover and really love spicy foods. I have too many comfort characters to name but my number one comfort character is Kakuzu from Naruto. If you want to get to know me more than feel free to dm me, my Instagram is ladyeverlasting_

✧Fandoms I Write For✧

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Creepypasta

Welcome Home

Marvel

Overwatch

Stardew Valley

Assassins Creed

Slashers

Certain Anime Shows, just ask me

Request Are: closed

Ask Are: closed

If request are open then feel free to send them in but if they are closed please do not send anything or I'll delete them. Ask will always be open but don't spam me please. Also if you have an issue with me please don't use sunglasses to hide behind having an issue with me, just dm me. Also I'm open to criticism because I do want to grow and learn. Just at the end of the day please be respectful.

Helluva Boss

✧- Husband Mammon

✧- Mammon Bloody Legend: Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

✧- Mammon + Female Servant

✧- Mammon + Male Servant

✧- Boyfriend Asmodeus

✧- Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon With S/O

✧- Verosika X Male Reader: Sweetest Treats

✧- Striker X Female Reader: Chaotic Beauty

✧- Striker X Female Reader: Daughter Of My Enemy

✧- Striker Father HCS

✧- Sinmas With Mammon

✧- Vox Boyfriend HCS

✧- Husk Boyfriend HCS

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ruexvn · 5 months

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𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍.

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺?!"

𝙷𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖... 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.

“…𝚠𝚑𝚘-"

"𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗...𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚘..."

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍

"𝚌𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙!!"

"𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝...𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜��𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞..."

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍; 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝....𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎.

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?..𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝.."

"𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔..."

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

"𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎", 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 '𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜' 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

"𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?..."

"𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕?..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

"𝚘𝚔...𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎..."

"𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈!? 𝚃𝙷-"

"𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘"

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎. 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 ....𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗

"𝚎𝚛-....𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔.... 𝚞𝚑𝚖..𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚠....𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜; 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

"𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝...𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚑... 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚢 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜..."

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝?.."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚢..𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜.

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎"

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#creepypasta #silly #fanfic #mini story #follow?#yall should check the rest out of page btw #reblog?#you cant tell me this man isnt bulky #hes so silly #jack nyras #eyeless jack #eyelesskiller #x reader #writers on tumblr #help a girlie gain more people to read my stuff #🫡

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jgmartin · 7 months

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a confession

last year, i published my first book.

it was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life. i felt ashamed. terrified. instead of sharing the news with family and friends, i hid it, horrified that if any of them read it, they'd finally realize what a fraud i was.

writers, you know what i mean. creative pursuits and imposter syndrome go together like jam on toast, or ketchup on hotdogs, or... well, you get the picture.

lately, i've been trying to develop a healthier relationship with my writing. a positive one. creativity dies with doubt, it dies when we refuse to believe in ourselves and attempt to bury our flaws. life is flawed. it's imperfect. but there's beauty in coloring outside the lines, and so this is me practising what i preach.

this is me turning over a new leaf.

last year, i published my first book; a collection of short horror. seeing as it's nearly halloween, it seems as good a time as any to do my first real plug for it-- even if that plug is a year late.

CROOKED ANTLERS is a compendium of dark fantasy and urban legends. it blends the stylings of neil gaiman, chuck palahniuk and frank miller with the 'found footage' vibe of modern creepypastas to create horror for the digital age.

is it perfect? nah. but it is damn spooky, and that's all it ever set out to be. so if you're looking for a fresh tome of ghost stories, look no further-- i've got you covered.

oh? and if everybody else could plug their own work on this post too, that'd be great. let's tackle this imposter syndrome thing together. show me what you're cooking!

thanks and HAPPY OCTOBER!

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keis-slut · 1 month

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pervert|b.drowned

CW: VOYEURISM, SEMI-MUTUAL MASTURBATION, OVERSTIMULATION

Third Person POV

he’s had his eyes on you anyway.

he watched everything you did.

he knew your schedule by heart,

when you’d have to work, when you went to see your family, when you had your meals.

every little move,

every time you’d change clothes, every nap you took, every stupid dance party you’d have by yourself in your room.

oh.

and every time you’d have people over.

he’d be so jealous, so infuriated that he couldn’t just crawl through the screen right then and there to stop you from being with them.

well…he actually could, couldn’t he?

but then what would you think? what would you do?

he didn’t want you to hate him, he really didn’t want to scare you either.

he needed you.

just the way you were.

but he wanted to stop every interaction you’d have with anyone else but him.

to stop every side glance one of your guy friends would give you when you wore a revealing shirt, or bending over in shorts.

to stop every hand, leg or shoulder that touched you just slightly.

why’d they get to have this with you, and he can’t?

hangout with you, see you in person, touch you.

he hated them. everyone who stuck around in your life, he wanted to be them.

no, he wanted to be the only one.

he wanted you all to himself, all to his sick and twisted fantasies, for all the crazy and disgusting things he wanted to do with you,

do to you.

you were a walking wet dream for him.

and one thing he did get with you though, that no one else did,

was when you’d fuck yourself.

how perfect this was for him.

oh, your desperate whines and moans like music to his ears.

smooth like butter, but sometimes getting caught in your throat when you’d do something just right,

that was his favorite.

he would listen and pay attention to every sound, every octave or pitch your voice would get to, and he’d know just what each of them meant.

your whines would grow higher as you were closer to finishing,

your moans would turn into deep, low sighs when you found the perfect spot.

his eyes glued to his screen as it showed you through the camera of your pc, all sprawled on your gaming chair.

it wasn’t a perfect view of you, but it was still just enough to get his shorts pervertedly tight as he licked his lips in anticipation.

every time he hears you moan, or cry, whine for your own release, his long pointy ears would twitch, and hot to the touch along with his cheeks.

he would practically drool at the sight of you.

seeing the way your toy would disappear into your pretty cunt, pulling it back out as a white ring painted the base.

such a pretty cunt, he would love to see just how delicious you’d taste, how good you’d feel.

he touched himself to the thought, to the view of you all messy on your chair, desperate to get off.

sometimes he’d cum more than once, he’d cum so fast just fatisizing about you.

he didn’t care if he overstimulated himself to keep up, he wouldn’t stop until you did.

he watched you throw your head back on your chair, hair all tangled and falling in your red face.

he shifted his legs to get a better grip, his waist bucking as he fucked his hand at the same rhythm your toy fucked you.

he had lost track of how long you’d gone at it, how long he was chasing after you going at it.

his cock had become so sensitive, he almost didn’t know whether he hated it or enjoyed the feeling way too much.

how many times he’d cum this time, he felt as if he’d beat the record.

reaching his third? maybe fourth orgasm?

he was so needy, so tired, his body twitching along with his cock.

“c’mon, baby…c’mon”

he cried to himself as he watched you shake and tense, knowing that you were close again, and so was he.

he whined and begged for you to cum, as if you could hear him through your screen.

his skin felt sticky, and his forehead was cold as his bloody tears stained his already red face.

“fuck, yes, fuck-!”

you both finally came at the same time, little did you know, with his body violently shaking and glitching as he heaved to catch his breath.

he sat back in his chair, watching as you drop your toy to the side, yours legs twitching occasionally.

he sat and thought,

one day,

maybe he’ll tell you.

#smut writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #smut writer #writer stuff #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #smutwarning #creepypasta smut #creepy pasta #creepypasta #ben drowned

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