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[theladyoracle]

is Liu in your au?

Certainly yes! Liu is definitely in my au.

Though, he doesn't serve the Slenderman like the Proxies or other denizens of his forest do.

Instead, Liu serves a different entity, actively working against his brother !

[theladyoracle]

i want to talk about my ocs but im literally this image. i got nothing

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a zine about maybe seeing slenderman :)

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I like how you wrote the main resident rooms,💓 but could we see the proxies and maybe slender rooms?🙏💙

YES! You absolutely can! Part 1 (from forever ago) HERE!

Creepypasta Bedroom Headcanons (pt. 2)

Ft. Slenderman, Tim "Masky" Wright, Brian "Hoodie" Thomas, Toby Rogers, and Kate the Chaser

Slenderman

There are a couple of places that Slenderman can be found throughout the manor

A majority of the time, he only occupies a couple of different spaces: His Office/Study, His Sleeping Chambers, The Archives, and on rarer occasions, his garden!

It is actually a rare (and usually quite terrifying) sight to see him pacing the halls of his manor, rather than just...already existing in the spaces he needs to be in

The main place people see him is his office, so in all honesty it's a little weird to think about him sleeping....

Jane is the only person who has seen Slender's sleeping quarters, because in my au she is practically his right hand man when it comes to the operations of the manor

The other denizens of the manor have only seen the outside of Slenderman's bedroom

The door is as large and imposing as the main entrance of the manor, with intricate details carved into the heavy dark wood. The metallic embellishments are aged brass, discolored from years of wear

If one looks closely, they can pick up on the remnants of faded runes etched into the door - a dead language that no one can determine

The room itself is grand and spacious

Inside, the room is illuminated only by sparse candlelight. Shadows cling to the corners of the room, draping down the vintage wallpaper like oily water damage

Tall imposing bookshelves stretch to the ceilings on both sides of the room, seemingly vanishing into the thick blackness above. Odd bits and bobs can be found between the bookspines if one looks long enough; hands petrified to stone used as book ends, embalmed jars, fantastical flora, and odd artifacts make up his eclectic collection

It smells dark in there too, like mahogany cologne and incense, and it sticks in one's nostrils far after you've left

To no one's surprise, he has an abnormally large bed. The mattress alone could probably fit 4 Slenderman-sized people comfortably, but Slenderman does not share his bed with anyone

It is also a canopy style bed, with black-out drapes cloaking the perimeter of his resting place

There is sparse furniture throughout the space; bedside tables, a chest, a plush velvet chair....none of these objects appear as if they've been touched in centuries

Layered antique rugs cover the floor, exuding an aura of ancient wealth

And a lone framed portrait is tacked onto one of the walls, covered by a dusty sheet

THE PROXY CABIN

In my AU, the Proxies are not allowed to live at the mansion. Instead, they are forced to hunker down in a rotting structure just North West of the manor. This two-story cabin is crumpling apart, and the only reason it's still standing is due to Tim's upkeep, the large tree that grows through the structure.

Tim/Masky

Tim has the smallest room

It has a window, which is perpetually cracked slightly ajar - not because it's broken, which is typically the norm when it comes to the old place, but because he likes the air

An ash tray and a fresh pack of cigarettes can always be found on the windows ledge

The walls of his room aren't gorgeous. Honestly, one might get a splinter if they rubbed their hands against it the wrong way...but Tim has put up a map of the woods to take up wall space

The photos and images he keeps in his space are minimalist at best, and are never eye-catching enough to make conversation about

The bed, which is a sad twin sized mattress on a creaky bedframe, is always neatly made with thin sheets and a singular pillow

He made his bedside table himself - scrapped together from wood he chopped and measured and cut by hand. It's not the prettiest end table, but it works just fine

He tries to keep his bedside table organized, but it's often littered with prescription bottles and various papers (a receipt from a restaurant, a hand written note, some old polaroids, etc) and a lone wooden figurine that Brian whittled for him

He keeps a digital camera in the side tables only drawer, amongst other miscellaneous keepsakes he's picked up over the years

He has a small wardrobe (which he also built himself....okay maybe with Brian's help...) where he keeps his limited repertoire of clothing - one of the drawers is already busted, so one of his flannel sleeves is loosely hanging out of it

He keeps a guitar in his room, but only plays on very rare occasions - usually Brian can convince him

Brian/Hoodie

It's no secret to anyone that Tim spends more time in Brian's room than his own, although it is a tad more cluttered than Tim would like...

The number one thing that clutters the room is clothes. Brian leaves his clothes all over the place (his room or otherwise)

Boxes of old VHS tapes clutter the corners of the room. Some of the cardboard containers have labels like '80s movies', and others have jagged scribbles that are too illegible to read

Brian has a double bed, but there is no frame. The mattress only rests upon the boxspring, and that's it.

He has navy blue sheets and a dark gray comforter. Two pillows (one with a pillowcase, the other bare) slump against the wall at the head of the mattress

A rather large first-aid kit is sprawled out on top of his dresser, which is accompanied by a small box TV and a VHS player

A humble collection of his favorite films are stacked beside the console, a couple of X rated films amongst the mix

He has an entire wall shelf with a dozen little wooden figurines lined across it - many of these figures take the apperance of animals, but others resemble the Proxies, other Denizens of the manor, and monstrous creatures of the woods

He always keeps his firearm at his bedside table, and has bullets hidden in various places within his room

Toby

Toby's room used to have a door, but after he threw his axe at it one-too-many times, Tim decided to confiscate it (or rather, it was so far beyond repair that he couldn't fix it...)

So, for privacy, a camping tarp has been nailed to the doorframe instead, acting as a makeshift curtain door

Inside, it takes one a moment for their eyes to adjust before they can figure out exactly what they're looking at

Toby likes to collect things! His room is by far the most...eclectic of the bunch

He either steals objects from his victim's houses, or he'll collect trash he finds throughout the forest. He used to bring home dusty furniture for the common areas of the Proxy cabin, but the others complained too many times....so now he has to be mindful of what he drags home

His bed is a dirty twin sized mattress, dressed with a singular sheet, three stained pillows, a faded orange sleeping bag, and three blankets

There is no bed frame or box spring, it is simply just a mattress

Propped up against the wall across from his busted mattress, is a rusty green mountain bike with super thick wheels - one of the wheels has a very obvious hole in it, which Toby has masterfully patched up with a band-aid

An electric keyboard (no batteries) is tucked in the corner, hiding behind his beaten dresser. Both are decorated with an assortment of stickers and Sharpie-drawn graffiti

His humble bookshelf is missing a leg, but he has propped it up with a cinderblock. The shelf is a like a trophy case of all sorts of bizarre possessions - a few CDs, an ash tray, a suspicious smelling box, a pair of dog tags, a flat-brim cap, a clock with a broken face, etc

A crate of old comic books sits at the base of the bookshelf

His walls are an amalgamated collage of reclaimed treasures

Street signs (a Deer X-ing, a 'Dead End' diamond, and a faded Stop sign) are nailed haphazardly to the wall, complimented by a couple of posters

Finally, balancing atop his doorframe, rests a customized license plate. It is rusted, the corner bent forward as if it had been pulled from some sort of wreckage. The plate reads simply, "4LYRA"

Kate

Kate's room is arguable worse that Toby's in regard to cleanliness

Trash is strewn about everywhere

Half drank plastic bottles, empty cans, food wrappers and paper bags contribute to the absolute pigsty that is Kate's floor

Like an island amongst the sea of garbage, she has a busted futon that she sleeps on every night

Kate sleeps with two blankets, and three pillows. I like to think she has a plushie of sorts too...maybe an old bear or stuffed rabbit that is holding together by a thread

With how she sleeps, her pillows and blankets always end up on the floor by the time she wakes up

Typically, she will try and shove the mess of her floor beneath her futon to make her space look cleaner than it actually is

Kate has total crow brain, and so like Toby she also collects things that she deems valuable

Although...her criteria for 'valuable' is questionable

For example, one time Kate found a mannequin in the woods. She brought it back to the Proxy cabin, and started placing it in random spots to scare the others. (It gives Toby the creeps...)

Trinkets litter her windowsill and clutter her bedside table - rusty keys, old coins with no denomination, loose beads, broken jewelry, lone playing cards....Kate loves it all

She's also really into physical media....CDs, cassette tapes, vinyls...Even if she doesn't have a means to play any of them, she'll collect items with the strangest cover art or weirdest names. She has an entire shelf dedicated to such things

She has a bunch of fliers and posters plastered up on her walls. A lot of these are really weird...like missing person or missing pet posters, advertisements, or newspapers....Sometimes they're of bands or movies she's never heard of or seen, but mostly she just likes filling her walls with art

No matter the season, Kate keeps a box fan in her window (even tho it doesn't work a majority of the time...) because she gets SO HOT when she sleeps

Aaaaaand that's it! Thank you so much for reading. If there's anything you guys want to see/want me to write or blubber on about, my ask box is always open! ❤️ Have a great day!

[theladyoracle]

Toby Rogers Headcanons

Just some old Toby Rogers headcanons! SFW! Eat up!

Gives himself piercings when he's bored. He can't feel them anyway, plus he thinks they look sweet

The piercings get infected more often than not, but it doesn't irritate him. Honestly he forgets about them.......

One of his most common ticks is snapping his head to the side quickly. This is especially annoying to him when he's trying to hold eye contact or intimidate people

Chronic mumbler. He's always muttering incoherent sentences underneath his breath and having conversations with himself

He is tormented by hallucinations of his dead sister. Lyra follows him around like a plague, whispering doubts into his ear and torturing him with her decaying form

HATES getting his haircut. Mostly because he has to sit still for it

When his hair gets too long and starts hanging out in his eyes and face he will wear a hat to keep it back

He smokes weed. Probably doesn't know how to roll unless it's cones. I'd imagine packing bowls is easier for him because he doesn't have to be so precise

Is in a constant battle in his head between being terrified of cars and then desperately wanting to drive them

Tim finally agreed to let him drive the truck around the forest one day and he immediately smashed it into a tree. The general rule with Toby now is: he can drive the golf cart....that's about it.

He loves to scare people. He's the kind of guy to wait around a corner and say "boo!" just because he thinks it's funny

He actually has an ongoing war with Kate as they both love to spook each other when they least expect it

When he's working, I imagine him whistling ominously or making noises to fuck with his victims

Like imagine him dragging his hatchets loudly across the floors, or lazily slashing them into the nearby tree trunks as he stalks his victims :0

Toby has a reputation of forgetting things. Some people chalk it up to the Operator's influence over his mind, but other times it feels like he's forgetting things on purpose...

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Jack used to have brown eyes. So deep and rich and true that they'd remind you of tinted glass. Like sun glinting through fallen autumn leaves or honey whiskey. It was the kind of color you could melt into, so true that every word he spoke bore the essence of honesty and kindness. He would have been a good doctor - a face you could trust.

[theladyoracle]

hiii! i really like your writing and i’m not sure exactly if you do romance headcanons but if you do i’d love to know what tim is like when he has a crush on someone? like how does he act around them and how does he feel when he realizes he’s in love? if you aren’t comfortable please ignore this :) hope you’re having a great day!

EEEE~! Anon! Thank you so so much for this ask! Spoiler Alert! I AM MORE THAN COMFORTABLE ANSWERING ROMANTIC QUESTIONS!!!! 🌹✨💖 This literally made me SO giddy! So thank you thank you so much! Now hehehe onto the ask!

Tim Wright (with a Crush) Headcanons!

I feel like at his core, Tim is a very cautious person. He is not quick to trust other people

He can come across as extremely standoffish when he meets someone new, preferring to keep others at an arms length to protect them and himself

His caution comes from good reasoning, of course. Tim has learned time and time again that when people grow close to him, they get hurt

Naturally he isn't eager to get anyone roped into any sort of traumatic event, and he's even less eager to put himself through the heartbreak of losing someone

He tries to suppress his emotions in that regard, and so when he starts to develop a crush on someone he's pretty incapable of recognizing it...

So it would start off slow

I imagine Tim doesn't like to be alone with new, unfamiliar people. So if he has to interact with you, he'd feel more comfortable if Brian or literally ANYONE else was around

He would keep quiet, stealing glances at you between conversation topics and nervously avoiding your gaze if you catch him looking in your direction

Any social interaction with him will be met with grunts and grumbles, making it near impossible to determine how he feels about you

He'd try to rationalize with himself that he's just trying to 'figure you out'

Afterall, there must be something strange and unusual with you, because every time you're around him his heart starts pounding in his chest and his hands are shakier than usual...

You're such a mystery to him, and even though he wants to tell himself he doesn't care or couldn't be bothered to find out, he can't help himself

Tim is the kind of person who needs to feel familiar with someone before he can even begin to rationalize having feelings for them

But it's also his second nature to take care of other people

He would feel a tug in his chest, this odd inclination to protect you

Honestly, I think Brian or Toby would probably be able to recognize Tim's feelings for you before he even could

As he warms up to you, they'd be the ones to notice how his eyes soften ever so slightly when he listens to you speak, how he hangs off of every word you say, and how he seems more inclined to start making jokes with you whenever you're around

Not to mention, how he seems so much more eager to do tasks for you than anyone else

He'd go out of his way, breaking up his day-to-day routines to 'bump' into you

He'd ask you if you needed help with anything, offering to get you anything you might need

He'd practically devote himself to making your life as easy as possible if he can help it

It would take a lot though for him to realize he has a crush on you though

So many quiet, intimate moments after dark to get him to open up to you...

Your hands gently brushing against one another as you walk in the woods

Maybe he pulls out a cigarette, and you offer a light. Even though he doesn't need it, he lets you do so anyway, just so he can lean in and be close to you

He will start to give you his jacket as it gets cold out, like it's second nature, and he'll even let himself drink in how absolutely adorable you look when you wear it

It's only when he notices that his mind always drifts to your face when he tries to sleep does he realize that he likes you

And God, it hits him like a truck

He wouldn't be able to sleep that night for sure, and would be stupidly embarrassed that he hadn't realized his feelings sooner

Not to mention, a new fear; what if you don't feel the same way? And what does it mean that he feels this way about you at all?

He would be pacing the cabin all night long! Trying to figure out what to say to you, if anything at all

The next time he sees you, he's so embarrassed and awkward - which is sort of adorable since Tim hardly comes across that way

Usually Tim has such a strong presence, but the day after he comes to terms with how he feels about you...he seems a little jumpy

When you ask him what's wrong, he's terrible at lying to you and inevitably just confesses to you that he enjoys your company

Like....really enjoys your company

Tim's surprised when you tell him you like him too, and will blush excessively when you tell him you were waiting for him to make a move

After its all sorted, he probably wouldn't even know what to do next

Overall the conversation is very sweet and wholesome...maybe a little angsty just because he doesn't want to cause you any harm just because he's interested in you

At the end of it, he'd just pull you into a hug, before changing the subject

Maybe he'd say something along the lines of - "Well, now that that's settled....I suppose I should take you out on a proper date? How about it?"

Or maybe he'd simply clear his throat, take your hand, and offer a walk through the woods...Ya know, to talk about everything that is to come next

Aaaaand that's what I got! :3 Thank you so much for the ask! ❤️

[theladyoracle]

I just remembered that pinhole blindness is a thing and I think is a pretty solid way to describe how jack sees. If I could "label" it he would have pinhole blindness and full Color blindness (like seeing black and white)

so like he sees like this more or less, the static is because I saw a guy with pinhole blindness say he sees shapes and colors in the part where he doesn't see but my editing skills aren't really good so I just went the easy way

I think you could even say that the black and white could be with more contrast to make it really hard to see but idk

This is how someone who isn't disabled and not color blinded would see the image for comparison:

[theladyoracle]

‼️‼️ ATTENTION ALL CREEPYPASTA FANS!!!!!!! ‼️‼️

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Please please PLEASE send me your Creepypasta playlists! This can playlists from your deepest emo phase in middle school, to perfectly curated tracks for specific characters, or even just songs that remind you of your AUs!!!! I need music to listen to while I write!

(I am literally begging)

[theladyoracle]

Somewhere in the woods of the rural Midwest stands an old wooden door down a gravel road. With nothing but the frame and a singular concrete slab grounding it, it's unclear what sort of building it used to be a part of. An old house? A storage shed? It's truly anyone's guess.

Stranger still, once a month, an order gets placed to the doors address. There is only one pizza place within 50 miles that will deliver out that far, a shabby wooden building next to the nearest highway. The shack has certainly seen better days; the white paint peels down the side of the building, revealing the dusty grey color of rotting wood. To anyone driving down the desolate highway it's pretty unclear if the establishment is even still open for business. The only indicator is the sun-faded OPEN sign that lackadaisically flickers in the window.

Usually the order is typical; A large 'za with pepperoni, two mediums with just cheese, the works. However...every once in a while, odd requests are suggested at the bottom of the ticket.

Raw Toppings. Fresh meat if possible. Extra crispy. Until Burnt. Knock quietly. please.

These requests are usually alongside rather irregular topping choices, seemingly randomized and unfavorable to anyone with sensible taste. Yet the requests are always filled.

Raindrops patter against the windshield of some poor teenagers beat up Chevy, wipers smearing dead bugs across the glass. The familiar sound of wheels rumbling down an open country road matched with the quiet hum of rock station radio.

The pizza delivery driver, a lanky boy no older than 17, drives until he's met with the sudden turn down a tight gravel driveway. The car shakes for a moment as the left side of the car takes a dive on the uneven surface before continuing to rumble down the road for what feels like another 15 minutes.

The clearing is surrounded by a sea of dense woodland, the trees huddled so closely together that it's nearly impossible to peer through the spaces between them. The lone door is its only anchor from the vast wilderness beyond it.

The car comes to a halt, and the delivery driver steps out of his beaten car. Fat raindrops hit the brim of his cap and soak into the hoodie that adorns his upper half. He furrows his eyebrows as he approaches the stand-alone door, glancing at the woods around him.

"Hello?" he offers, voice dampened from the sound of rain.

There is no reply, except for the wind in the trees and the pelting against the dead grass. He checks the special instructions at the bottom of the ticket, raindrops soaking into the ink of the receipt paper.

Knock three times.

With a sigh he gives a shy knock, immediately feeling ridiculous.

No response.

Of course. No one was here! There never was, according to his co-workers, and yet he didn't feel any less stupid. He felt as though the woods were watching him. Surely his co-workers were just messing with him, some sort of prank just because he was new or young or whatever else.

He groans, placing the pizza on the stoop before turning tail back towards his idling vehicle. Then just about halfway back to his car he hears the faint creaking of hinges.

The door opens slowly, the space within the empty frame an inky blackness that resembles an obsidian mirror. The pizzas have already disappeared from the stoop. The teen is frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the unsettling entryway.

Slowly, a hand emerges from the inky portal. It's pale hands shine even in the darkness of the night, the skin paper thin and the proportions unnaturally thin. It cuts through the shadows like a hot knife, inching further and further until the boy was sure he would see an elbow. Alas, the arm extends further.

Frozen in place, the young man stood with his eyes wide. He could feel his hands shaking, his converse sneakers twisting in the mud to cement himself to the ground as the hand approached him. Closer and closer the hand inched towards him as the arm grew from the door, until the fingers were mere millimeters from his face.

The boy stared, stunned with his mouth agape. It was as though his actions were put in a hold. His body was desperate to run, his mind reeling and his heartbeat quickening. As hard as he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

With an eerie crackling sound and a flick of the wrist, a crumpled up $5 bill materializes in the fingertips of the pallid hand. The arm shakes, but it's unclear if the creature is beckoning the boy to take the tip quickly or if it was just the wind.

Nervously the teen extends his hand towards the entity, snatching the bill in his grasp before sprinting towards his car.

a/n: Something that has been in my drafts for the better part of the year, and in my Notes App for at least two years. It all originated with the idea of like...how would the Creeps who live in the manor order a pizza if they could? I thought it would be really fun if maybe there was a door hidden away in the kitchen that's actually just a portal to a door that the creeps could order pizza to lol. Anyway hope you enjoyed imy half-baked drabble about that from the pov of a poor underpaid pizza delivery driver.

[theladyoracle]

got my period today. blood bath. everything reminds me of him

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Omg how do I make a master list I’m new here 😭😭😭 I wanna write my au stuff

Basically you just make a text post! Form it how you like, and add links to the other text posts that you want to include on your master list! Then you just make a pinned post on your blog with a link to said masterlist!

You can edit any textpost at any time really :) So it's really just a struggle to keep the masterlist updated.

That's at least how I did it! Im not an expert ^^" Hope this helped ahahah

[theladyoracle]

You know who I love? Hobo Heart🫀😭 someone please send me your fave Hobo Heart anything

[theladyoracle]

I really like your au :D. So feel free to use this ask as an opportunity to lore / Headcanon dump.

AHHHHH! BEST. ASK. EVER!!!! This means so much because like I feel I have barely even scratched the surface of my au on this blog (I have an entire Obsidian dedicated to it and yet I can never figure out how to put it out in text post form ^^")

So basically the entire "plot" of my AU revolves around this idea that every Proxy/resident of the manor are unknowingly committing murder for this ancient sort of like eldritch God. They assume they do the things they do because of the Slenderman, but what they dont know is that Slenderman isn't at the top of the arrangement!

Slenderman is actually an Acolyte for this ancient being, known as the Seer. And the Seer exists within all the land that is the Slender Woods (and beyond)

So far I like to think that Jane and Eyeless Jack are the only two residents of the manor that have somewhat of an idea of what's going on. Like...they don't have a GREAT idea...but somewhat of an idea!

Like Jane is Slenderman's 'right hand man.' They have an interesting relationship, and she doesn't have a lot of time to herself with how busy she is in the mansion. But with what little free time she has, she's trying to unravel the mysteries of this weird reality she's found herself in.

Eyeless Jack is an academic. He's trying to learn all he can about his demonic attributes, and why exactly he is the way that he is. He also feels like the Slenderman is not being honest about his or Lazari's origins. While he does have to tend to the wounds of various residents, he's also noticed the weird nature of the woods, and how sometimes new residents will show up to the manor with odd purple scars... I like to think he has a little lab where he experiments on the weird plants he finds, and where he's compiling all the weird information he finds.

Obviously all the other characters have their little motives and arcs! Like the Proxies (Tim, Brian, Toby, Kate....) are their own separate thing most of the time since they don't live in the manor. They have to face the horrors and reality of the woods with their own eyes!

Honestly I could go on and on about every character! I have so many ideas about Slenderman and Zalgo and their relationship as well, but I dont want this post to be a zillion pages long hehe. I hope this small dump was at least somewhat interesting! :') ahaha

[theladyoracle]

how do you feel about Vicky Genocidal?

Honestly I'd never heard of her until I got this ask!

Unfortunately though, after just going through her Wiki and the creators Deviantart, I'm not really wowed 😅 Nothing really stood out to me about her design, personality, or background 💔

At first glance she kind of just seems like a "My First Creepypasta OC(tm)." Something I'd see on Quotev when I was 12. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that! Honestly the Jeff the Killer "ripoff" characters are what fuel and nourish the fandom ahahah. We would be no where as a fandom without stories and OCs like these. And some of these chracters get real popular (like Jane and Nina, despite how long it took for everyone to get on board with them)

However only just looking at a Creepypasta character at the surface level doesn't tell you anything about how the fandom has molded them! I would love to hear any fun headcanons or outside the box ideas for Vicky!

I will probably dive deeper into her background (read up on her story, try to maybe find some headcanons if I can?) because I LOVE learning more about obscure and less known Creepypasta characters! 💖💕🫶🏻

So thank you so so much for the ask! Sorry I don't have a solid opinion just quite yet! But as I said, please let me know in the comments/reblogs if there's anything I should know about her!

[theladyoracle]

How do you feel about Jane Arkensaw and Jane Richardson? Please note they're not two versions of the same character as Jane Arkensaw is dead in Jane Richardson's canon world.

Ooh this is such a good question!!!!! Thank you so so much for the ask 🥰💕

I think that there's compelling elements to both stories/characters!

I do like you pointing out that they're two different characters, anon! 🫶🏻 As the author of Jane Arkensaw did establish that she was separate from Jane Richardson, and changed her name to Jane Everlasting 🖤💕✨️

I know there's so much confusion over the differences between them. Like the debate of Jane Richardson vs Jane Arkensaw (aka Jane Everlasting) is such a confusing rabbit hole for new Creepypasta fans 😭💔 but overall I love things about each of them!

I like Jane Richardson because I think the idea of government experimentation is compelling (though I do think the original story fails to explore its potential.) And I like that Jane Richardson is a canonical lesbian 🥰💕🖤✨️ Also I do like that Jane Richardson's appearance is authentic! I think it makes sense that if she was undergoing experimentation, her body would mutate as a side effect - although I do wish it was a bit more ghastly!

I like Jane Arkensaw because I think the tie of knowing Jeff in his youth makes sense. I like that she's scarred, and hides it with a mask and wig (although...I have opinions about that too now that I think about it) Also her last name is WAY cooler than Jane Richardson's (LMAO) However, I will say, even though a lot of the iconic Creepypasta stories aren't necessarily well written, I dislike Jane Arkensaw's story more than Jane Richardson's - just from a literature standpoint.

In my experience, these two characters are still like....mish mashed into one frankenstein of a character. One Monstrous Jane. But I think it is important to hold space for both of them! I would love to see more fanfiction and stories where both characters exist!

Overall, I love Jane content!!!!! I actually kind of love that over these last couple of years the fandom has turned her into a more well-rounded character, taking inspiration from both stories for what kind of role 'Jane the Killer' plays in everyone's individual headcanons/aus!

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry if I got a little rambly I tried to keep it concise :') 🫶🏻🖤✨️

[theladyoracle]

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