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lordprettyflackotara · 18 days

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SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

#creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta lemon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta #masky and hoody #hoody #proxies #slenderman’s proxies #masky smut #ticci toby smut #ticci toby #slenderverse #slenderman #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #hoody marble hornets

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neverniko101 · 5 months

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Hi Yes boy do I love making random AUs

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How much can one person take…how much destruction…

How many injuries…how much pain…

Before the give up?

Before they snap?

And what does it take…

To heal their scars?

Rambling & Credits ⬇️

What is this?

Ftfo & One Small Dream but Uno reverse; Dream turns NM into a child and Ink adopts him.

What’s it called?

Uhhh…Lost in the Deep? Idk if that’s taken and I’m too lazy to check

Will it be continued (more comics, art, etc.)?

✨no idea✨

Story?

- Ink isn’t part of the Star Sanses and tries to not interact with them/NMs gang because he doesn’t want to get involved

- Everyone is fed up with NM’s BS (minus Ink because of above statement) and team up to trick him into drinking a potion that is supposed to kill him but instead turns him into an ~12 year old child

- NM teleports into some random AU just before he becomes small and is found by Ink, who recognizes him and doesn’t want Stars/The Gang to get their hands on him because he’s worried they would kill him, the death of a guardian would be bad for the multiverse

- Stars resume business as usual except they also search AUs for NM

- The Gang is now led by Killer and chaos ensues

Undertale by Toby Fox

Ink by @comyet

Blueberry/Underswap!Sans & Science!Sans by the Undertale community

Dream & Nightmare by Joku

Dust/ Murder!sans by @ask-dusttale

Killer/ Something New by @rahafwabas

Horror/ Horrortale!Sans by Sour Apple Studios

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killerlittlerejects · 8 days

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“I want you to remember the name of the woman that’s gonna end you.”

Needles And Smiles/MBK fans, where you at? XD

Usually I post art on, well, my art blog! But I thought it would be better to post it here since she is one of my muses.

Jane Keaton, my beloved. The reason why goth Jane has been engraved into my mind. She’s got to be one of my favourite interpretations of the character, with the unique twists in her story. Not the victim, but the sister of the monster that is Jeff the killer, and her struggles with the realization that her family were monsters- and that she can be one too.

After the second part of the series, the next few instalments (minus the third) focus on her internal conflict over being what she’s supposed to be VS what she wants to be, her relationships with other characters and how that conflict affects them, and her feelings towards Jeff. These were elements that kept me hooked and had me routing for her throughout the rest of the series, and I’m honestly still disappointed to this day that we never got a proper conclusion to the series or character arcs. But hey, thats what AUs are for!

If you’ve checked my alternate muse list, you’d have seen that I put her on it. But the version I write isn’t the “canon,” it’s more so based off the MBK version with a little twist.

Instead of being adopted, Jane is raised with Jeff and David in a pretty shitty home environment. Both parents being neglectful/abusive, her only main caretakers/parental roles were her brothers, and despite their… uniqueness, she loved them both dearly. So of course, having one of them die and the other slash her face open (in this AU her cheeks were cut by bullies, Jeff just reopened the wounds) left her pretty traumatized.

Like in the original, she becomes a slasher hunter alongside Toby, however my version can be a bit more sadistic and is more open to killing people she believes deserves it. However, she does her best to not let it affect the job. Despite everything, she keeps Jeff’s hoodie and can often been see wearing it over whatever attire she is dawning.

This drawing was really fun, I’m proud of how it turned out!

A little special thanks to @nathantheauthor for inspiring me to do more with the character. Seeing their creepypasta rewrites gave me the courage to say “fuck it, we’re doing this,” so thank you for that lol!

#she wants to see the world burn (jane)#out of kills (ooc)#a bloody master piece (art)#my artwork #my art #creepypasta jane the killer #jane the killer #jane everlasting #jane keaton #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta art #needles and smiles #//she still prefers machetes over knives #//as she should lol

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intimidating-fettuccine · 7 months

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offenderman and ticci toby (separate) With a reader that has the ability to split their soul into two,as long as one part of their soul is active they can't die and the killed part can regenerate,one part of their soul have to be in their body, the two parts of their soul have their own personality.they disguise themselves as twins.They can fuse the two parts of their soul together.

Offender:

He doesn't know whether he should be more or less anxious about your safety with this interesting ability of yours. Offender tends to get protective over his partners, and usually, it's quite easy to look after one person, but with you being able to split into two, it can be more difficult having to keep track of two of you. He knows you can only die if both parts are destroyed, but still, he feels it's not right to just sacrifice a piece of you like that, unless it's an emergency, and even then he feels so melancholic about a part of you dying. He treats both parts of you equally, even if you have different personalities in your different bodies. Because he loves spoiling his partners he often gets you gifts, and while he usually gets you gifts for your whole main body, sometimes he goes out of his way to get gifts for your split half as well, to keep it fair and make sure both halves of you are loved and appreciated. For your own safety and to keep your secret, he does make sure that if anyone asks about you, he always makes sure to mention your "twin" as well, so that nobody figures out that you're just using that as a front to keep yourself safe because he loves you dearly, and he doesn't want the wrong people figuring out how your ability works. He wants you as safe as possible, whether your soul is in one body or two, and so he'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy.

Toby:

Very amazed by your ability. He didn't even know it was possible, even amongst all the varying powers in the Underworld and Overworld, to do something as incredible as splitting yourself in half, and so he's absolutely gobsmacked when you show him your powers for the first time. I will say though, Toby isn't quite like Offender when it comes to treating both of your halves equally. He fell in love with you, with your personality, and so he's not as attracted to the difference in personality that your other half has, as you maintain your original personality. Because of this, he's friendly to the split you, but he's only romantic towards you, whether you're whole or split, and he makes that very clear right at the start, that no matter what, even if you decide to stay split permanently at some point, that he's only ever going to date you, as if he was dating an actual twin. You and your split half are pretty much identical minus a few small details, and while your personalities are different, if the two of you were ever to try and trick people and try and make them guess who is who, Toby gets it right every single time, even when others fail, as he knows every detail about both of you. He loves you very much, and so long as you're respectful of him only wanting to date you, he does his best to look out for and protect both of you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby headcanon #ticci toby x reader #offenderman #offenderman x reader #offenderman headcanons #offenderman headcanon

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crushedsweets · 9 months

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Does Toby still experience some PTSD from his abusive past?

In my au, Toby’s amnesia is mostly attributed to when he was under the operators influence. He does remember his childhood and experiences symptoms of ptsd and general trauma responses

Tw for details about Toby’s triggers(kinda..) and random things that were impacted cuz of the abuse under the cut

The last act of physical abuse(minus the fight the night frank died) that Toby experienced from frank was being strangled till he passed out. He was 16 going on 17. Connie FINALLY left frank after this bc she legitimately believed he killed Toby until she checked Toby’s pulse. Connie let frank come back after lyras death bc she thought that losing a kid would “fix” him(it didn’t). Toby killed his dad 17 going on 18

SO WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID he has a specific issue with his neck/throat being touched, hence the turtlenecks and the way he panicked in the drawing I just did of him and tim. He can’t feel pain but airways being restricted would freak anyone out (I’m assuming u asked this because of that drawing)

Some other sore spots for him would be. Obviously Alchohol, specifically men and women arguing, men raising their voices, etc. he has a particular frustration for men mistreating women even if he’s not the Best Example of a respectable gentleman(literally has killed men and women alike), but overall getting into fights and stuff isn’t that big of a trigger unless his throat is being touched.

Some other non trigger but related stuff… Toby Def has a weird relationship w gender and gender roles cuz of the way he grew up. His dad instilled a lot of “don’t act like a girl, women belong in the kitchen” shit too. Half of him is still like “I’m not a fucking pussy” and half of him just wants to be as soft as his sister and mother.

He only gets severe nightmares and stuff when he’s stressed, but it doesn’t take much to stress him out. He is CONSTANTLY on edge, smth he got from a household where he had to always listen to the weight of footsteps to know how angry frank was. He still keeps track of things like that around the others, even if he comes off as like.. mindless and not paying attention. Tim always gets on his case for being oblivious . There are likely some specific phrases that get Toby really riled up. Honestly he probably has beef with shit as simple as military time because of franks time in the military having an impact on the household too.

Toby is a hypocrite though. Not exactly an example of breaking the cycle

#hcs #asks #creeped #chatterbox #tw abuse #toby

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nancydrewwouldnever · 7 months

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I have a question for Seb fandom: was he able to recover his reputation after he ended his “relationship” with the Spanish problematic actress? I mean, he still does good projects and he still seems to be interested in working (unlike Chris), plus he still has Marvel///

he did but honestly I think both situations are similar but they're not totally the same, ale did cultural appropriation but that was it, alba and her friends have done much much worse :s and as everyone has said: Seb didn't marry her, in fact, Seb always did the bare minimum for her. I know you previously received an ask saying Seb and his current gf have "zero chemistry" (I disagree) however, Seb has done a lot of effort for hid current relationship, for example, he traveled to Italy and Canada when she was working there, he went to London for her brother's birthday, he went to the bachelorette trip to Spain with her brother and sister in law and of course he went to their wedding and spent her birthday in Portugal with her family... he never did that for ale, sure he went to Spain twice but that was it, he didn't go to the birthdays of ale's family and didn't go with her when she was working and so... like he really didn't care for her and we all could see it.

Now, in the work field: Seb has always been a hard worker. always. he, compared to Chris, wasn't born in a privileged family so he worked normal jobs and so and he struggled a lot financially until 2011, so he knows hard work which Chris doesn't so I think that's the main difference... Chris doesn't need to work ever again if he doesn't want to, he's got 104 more millions than Sebastian, so.. a BIG difference. and then of course, the talent is different... correct me if I'm strong, but I've never heard Chris saying that he took acting classes or something 🤔 ...Seb did, he actually has a degree in it and he's always studying his craft, that's why he's a really good actor, he's got that love and passion for what he does.. with Chris it feels like he just does the work because of the money, let's just look at his latest projects... big streamimg platform movies with no critic acclaim at all... fun fact: Seb was told that he might not receive money from I Tonya because they didn't have the money, he didn't care and he did it anyway and look at what it was 👌🏽 and because of that movie he met Craig Gillespie, who then called him directly to play his Emmy nominated role in pam&tommy last year and then the same director called him back for dumb money, another acclaimed movie this year... that's what Chris doesn't have.. he cares so much about money that he hasn't been able to build those kind of connections. and he needs to work on his acting, 100%.

then: Seb is actually very private compared to Chris... sure, Seb used to interact with his fandom but for example, we only met his mom *this year* and his mom is the only blood related family of him that we've seen (probably the only blood related family he has in the USA anyway), but with Chris, we've seen all of his family, even half siblings at different red carpets throughout the years and all of Chris' friends seem to be.. not very private, meanwhile Sebastian's closest friends (minus Toby's slip in 2021 :s iykyk) are very protective of him actually... like, there are many differences in terms of privacy 😐

finally: when it comes to relationships, to Chris' and seb's, current relationships, Chris chose to marry someone 16 years younger than him and someone he met when she was 23.. which is so questionable from any angle you see it, however, Seb is daring someone who's 39 (he's 41) si of course no one has anything bad to say about them (Seb and Annabelle) which is different to Chris and alba. and I do agree in one thing: Seb has never said he's an activist or whatever, meanwhile Chris was a keyboard activist fighting trump only and then forgot about it and now has very questionable people staying in all of his houses...the same people he used to critic.

if you ask me if I think that Chris can recover from this: yes.. maybe but time needs to pass and he needs to do better movies because right now he's just a joke on social media thanks to the projects he chooses not because of his private life. I know you believe most people shits on Chris for his personal life but that's not the main problem... it's his movies and if he doesn't have the passion and the desire to get out of his comfort zone, he won't go anywhere. there's something that Seb is always saying and it's "actors shouldn't be comfortable in their choices" and to me, Chris is beyond comfortable doing mediocre movies with a big pay. that needs to change yesterday.

Thank you for all this info. I don't follow Seb except to see him in a few movies here and there. I think you raise a lot of good comparisons.

#ask

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sweetestofheartz · 5 months

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proxies w a paranormal investigator reader?

Proxies with a Paranormal Expert

A/N: FINNALY!! I've been waiting forever for some asks, tysm for requesting anon<33. I am not very experienced in the world of the Paranorma so if I mess a couple things up please tell me!

Jeffery Woods

While Jeff is one of the more 'human' proxies, he is most definitely still classified as a paranormal entity. Jeff is a big ego maniac so he likes to think people are interested in learning about him/his abilities. So he'll definitely answer any and all questions you have for him.

Probably the only proxy to welcome you and encourage your investigation on the spiritual energy inside the forest. Say your out ghost hunting he'll openly tell you where you're looking is wrong and far away from any real ghosts. Sometimes he'll openly sabotage your efforts just so you can ask him for help finding something.

Toby Rogers

When he was younger he did have a small knack for ghosts and demons, but he mostly liked to research them. Another humanoid one, but unlike Jeff he really doesn't like you. Not because of your occupation or demeanor, he just doesn't like being interviewed and prodded for questions.

While he'll answer some minor questions you have like working as a proxy, are his abilities different from humans, has his anatomy changed at all, etc. He won't answer any questions about his past. While he does care for you he's extremely hesitant to go out on investigations with you because he fears upsetting The Operator.

Tim Wright

He worries for you. The demonic things that have interrupted his life have made him extremely paranoid to even come in contact with people associated with it. So when you come along he's terrified you'll get caught up in The Operator and become its next victim.

It also strikes annoyance in him that you're just so willing to put yourself in danger for something so stupid! Arguments are frequent with him, mostly about your job and how you're getting yourself into things you can't even begin to comprehend.

Brian Thomas

Becomes the most annoying man ever, he'll always sabotage your outings and mess with your equipment to make your investigations delay. Like Tim, he's worried but he's much more upfront and aggressive about his dislike for your job, he'll go as far as to tie you up so you can't go explore.

When you do go on your own into the woods, he'll be stalking you from afar the whole way. If you do something that makes him get antsy more or he senses that The Operator is there he'll knock you unconscious and drag you away from the scene immediately. He cannot lose more friends.

Jack Nyras

Oh you're gonna have a field day with him. He's the most paranormal of the proxies (minus the actual ghosts) so he's gonna be the focus of almost all your questions and research. While he's initially put off by your constant interrogations he does find you slightly amusing.

Jack feels like he's put on the side lines half of the time so your making him your full focus and asking him all kinds of deep and invasive questions makes him feel slightly important. Won't ever go on any adventures with you but he will listen to you tell him about what happened on said adventure.

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