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coffeewritesfiction · 2 months

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Which Image - A Chzo Mythos fanfic

Title comes from the song Witch Image by the band Ghost. If there's interest I'll write more and explain to my followers what this game series is.

Apologies to the people who wanted to be tagged in this, Tumblr isn't recognizing your urls. I'll try to tag in a reblog. Also apologies to the British if my American ass screwed things up. I'll make edits as needed.

London, 2015

In between the crackling thunder, a young man screamed in agony, sweet as the music of a harpsichord.

Footsteps pounded like the rain through the stolen, repurposed corpse of a building. An office, once, now a shell like any other mortal body. Down the many stairs the footsteps carried, sneakers squeaking wet on dirty tile. Down the stairs and through the halls, she ran.

Why the persistence? Too late, far too late, to save her friend. But the young woman resisted the obvious. Dark of hair and pure of heart, he could not harm her yet. He watched the sweat drip down her warm brown skin, how she brushed the strands of hair from her face. Standing, kneeling, struggling, suffering.

He watched and he wondered. Yes, he did wonder.

It'd been a strange choice, to offer up an American for a sacrifice, but Chzo was not a picky god. This young woman could not have looked more different from her light-haired friend. But in her eyes, a desperate fire burned, and looking away proved a challenge.

That fire… She reminded him of someone. How distasteful.

Of course, of course, too late for her friend. She opened the door to strangers standing over the remains. Of course, of course, too late for her. The cult would spare her, when they caught her, he would ensure it…

They did not catch her.

They did not even notice her, too consumed with their own escape. The Ministry agents closed in, fortune smiling upon them once again. She fled, they fled, and it had all gone wrong.

He could've been furious.

He could've been.

Instead, he stood upon the old building, his shadow stretching long in the light flashing overhead. He stood, and he watched her race into the darkness, her parcel, their parcel, clutched to her frail body.

He watched, and yes, yes he wondered.

She reminded him of someone… Cabadath wasn't sure he liked that.

It'd been almost twelve hours before anyone realized the girl was gone. Far too late to save her life. The Order of Blessed Agonies worked fast. But so did Trilby.

The Order must've been desperate to prey on tourists. They had to have known who they were choosing. The accents on these kids weren't subtle. Five of them came overseas on spring holiday, bright eyed and oblivious. Three headed home tonight. The other two would follow in coffins.

“Trilby,” one of his supervisors said, “I know what you're thinking. Don't put yourself at risk to try and save this kid.”

“I'm already at risk,” he'd said. “What's a little more?”

“We need you alive - and so do they.”

And that was the thing, wasn't it? The Order wouldn't keep this girl, this Jillian Taylor Cortez, alive, but he couldn't say they'd do the same with him. Damned prophecies…

Her name was Jillian Taylor Cortez. She just turned 19. Mexican-American mother, British father. Got her middle name because the latter died before she was born, so said her friends.

She looked nothing like Simone Taylor. If she had, Trilby might've lost it again.

Twelve hours, they found the boy, or what was left of him. They'd followed the muddy footprints from the ground floor all the way to the altar. Trilby followed them back up, frowning. Pretended he didn't see the glances between the ones around him.

He had a hunch.

Just a hunch, but he'd been doing this for almost twenty years now. Just a hunch, he'd say later… but he'd been right before.

“Don't you dare!” Someone shouted at his back. “Damn it, Trilby! Get back here! It's not worth it!”

He ignored them, ignored the rain soaking his suit. Wasn't breaking the rules if nobody up top told you not to. Besides, he was just following a hunch. Just giving a quick check around the buildings. No harm in that.

No harm on her, when he caught her dead center in the light of his torch.

He stared at her and she stared right back, her eyes wide and hollow. The rain soaked her right through, plastering clothes to skin and hair to her cheeks. The bow in her hair, half undone. The fear in her eyes, too painful, too real.

Trilby raised a hand.

“Jill-”

She bolted.

“Wait! No!”

Trilby followed.

The kid knew how to run. Ran through the streets like the world was ending. Trilby kept up. He wasn't young anymore, he'd feel it for the next few days, but he kept up. So did the rain.

Only took a few wrong turns. She didn't know anything about the area - neither did he, to be fair. Was only a little bit of a surprise to find themselves in another alley, to come across the fence blocking their way. Was a very big surprise when the girl ran right for it.

“Jillian!” He shouted over the thunder. “Jill!”

Did she even hear him? She didn't stop. Lunged for the fence, one hand grasping the chain link metal. Trilby moved faster than her.

He grabbed her around the waist. She screamed. They both hit the ground, he let her go and she scrambled backwards. He shifted, sat up, looked her in the face again.

Terrified eyes, wide and wild. It wasn't just the rain soaking her cheeks, the spring weather shuddering her shoulders.

Trilby raised his hands.

“Jillian,” he said. “It's alright, Jill. I'm with the Ministry of Occultism. We're here to help you. I can't believe you're still alive…”

She breathed. She held the book in her arms tight. Book? He looked down at it. Heavy, large, leather bound. Some kind of writing on the cover.

Oh my God, he thought. Did she steal that from the Order?

Trilby looked up to her face again. Her eyes locked onto something over his shoulder.

Trilby jerked out of the way. The blade buried into the ground he'd stood moments before. Trilby moved, backed away as far as he could go, the blood draining from his face.

“Oh, hell,” Trilby said.

The featureless face of the Prince of Pain tilted towards him. Cabadath had not changed at all in the last twenty years. Bone chilling, even after all these years and all their meetings. Still ever the same, nine feet tall and dressed in black, the rain coursing down his long coat and leaving the fabric dry. The Prince straightened in slow motions, raising the four pronged scythe and resting it by his side.

Still the Prince stared at him, though he had no eyes to do so. He raised a hand and pointed to the girl.

Jill. She'd gotten out of the way just in time. Trilby couldn't risk looking away from the Prince for longer than an instant, Cabadath moved too fast, but she still breathed, standing against the fence. Her eyes, still wild, locked onto the terror between them.

Had Cabadath been chasing her too? The Prince had powers like no human ever could. Hallucinations were a favorite, Trilby knew that from experience.

The Prince waited.

Trilby took a breath.

“Jillian,” he said. “Give him the book.”

She did not move but her whole body shuddered with her breath.

“He's playing nice right now,” Trilby said, eyes locked on the Prince, “but he doesn't have to. You don't know what he's fully capable of, you've just seen part of it.”

Jillian did not move.

“There's nothing in that book that can help you,” Trilby said. “You don't want to get involved with this more than you have been. I don't know how you got it, but you need to give it back. Before he takes it from you.”

Her body shuddered. Jillian blinked, hard. The Prince did not move. He did not look away.

Her arms unlocked. She took another deep, shuddering breath. Holding the book in careful hands, she laid it upon the ground at her feet, and stepped away. And away. And away.

Trilby watched the Prince. He did not notice where the young woman moved to, until she stopped. Stopped between him and Cabadath, facing the Prince, her arms stretched out as if she could protect Trilby from the monster watching them.

Protect him from Cabadath. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at the thought.

The Prince tilted his head. His gaze shifted towards the girl. Trilby placed a hand on Jillian’s shoulder. Cabadath’s shoulders shook, as if in silent laughter. But of course, no sound came from the Tall Man. They were not worth the effort.

Turning away from the mortals, Cabadath stepped toward the book. He knelt, and with one long free hand, picked it up. Turning fully back towards the two humans, he bowed a mocking thanks. Trilby set his teeth, held Jill's shoulder as she flinched.

As the Prince straightened, he vanished. The rain poured down over them and the tension disappeared from Trilby's body. Cabadath truly was gone. For now.

Jillian sobbed.

Trilby's focus snapped to her again. Shit.

“Jill?”

She placed her hand over her mouth as the sobs shook her body.

“Cal,” she whispered the name of her friend. “Cal, I'm sorry.”

He couldn't think of anything to say. Trilby wrapped an arm around her and pulled out his phone with the other. How long had it been ringing?

“Yeah?” He said. “Yeah, I'm alright. Yeah, we're both okay. I found the girl, she's alive. It's… it's a long story. I'll explain everything back at headquarters.”

Trilby held the young woman against his body as he led her back into the light. He glanced uneasy at the roofs above them, expecting a tall shadow staring down, but only the rain waited overhead, the drops falling down between her tears.

#chzo mythos #writeblr #writeblr community #cabadath #chzo Mythos Trilby

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afterglow-evie-archive · 5 months

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#chzo mythos #cabadath #slenderverse #slender proxy #slender man #slenderman #creepypasta ticci toby #creepypasta slenderman #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #creepypasta

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dingostrash · 3 months

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Disclaimer: John is not an actual welder

#John defoe #the welder #tinker knight #shovel knight #chzo mythos #five days a stranger #seven days a skeptic #5 days a stranger #7 days a skeptic #crossover

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mossyappendix · 2 months

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no one's care if you die, because you dead already

#here we go again #chzo mythos #cabadath #yeah i think his twink it's time to get over it

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random-meme-bot · 7 months

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I don't have a name.

I used to have one, and a lot of people would like to know what it is.

Some call me Trilby, and as a name it suffices.

I've been called many things.

A burglar, a hoodlum, a criminal...

I prefer to think of myself as a gentleman thief.

And tonight, I've something potentially very rewarding in store.

My fence phones me in the middle of the night and asks if I know about DeFoe manor.

Apparently the last of the DeFoe line has died without heirs, leaving all the family values up for grabs.

The lawyers have got the place locked up tight, of course, but that's never stopped me before.

And the place is, of course, deserted...

Yes, this should be a painless and rewarding evening's entertainment.

- 5 Days a stranger Intro.

20 years ago on this same day 5 Days a Stranger was released, the first in the four game series that is Chzo Mythos, the series that got me into horror games and one of my favorite videogame series in general, I discovered this game way back in 2014 thanks to Patron L's let's play, and like to come back to replay it as well as it's sequels every few years.

They are really great, completely free, and coud run on a toaster, I'll leave a link to the post I did a few years back recomending the games for anybody interested as I also link them there.

The original idea was to mix both images into one, but I didn't like how the cut looked and also it kinda makes it look like the fire part happened firts due to being on the left, which isn't the case.

Drawings from the Gif & the original screenshots for comparation under the cut.

The first image is of course the Iconic tittle screen, changed the mountains in the back, added more shadows to the mannor and less to Trilby, widened the space since I think it looks better, and changed the doors to the ones you actually see in game.

The second image is of course of the ending cutscene as it pararels the tittle screen, added a bunch of police cars as well as Jim, Niccole & the Policeman from the close up cutscene, completley reworked how the fire, the windows and the door look & added a little John DeFoe easter egg. Honestly this is my favorite of the two, I think the fire came out really great, even if the glow looks kinda bad.

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prpfs · 15 days

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🤵‍♂️🔓🕊️ How's this for a long shot: 25+ he/him looking for mxf or mxm with me playing ex gentleman thief turned government agent Trilby from the Chzo Mythos games. Absolutely no knowledge of the games needed since it's so fucking obscure: crossovers, AUs, and OCs highly welcome. If your character can fit into a world of eldritch horrors and the cults around them, ghosts, creepy old buildings, British occultists, and similar horror concepts, I'd love to rp with you. I play Trilby as a lean, handsome mid 20s to late 30s man, maybe even early 40s depending on the timeline, a repressed bisexual and switch, with serious romantic attachment issues. And yes, he does wear a trilby hat, and a suit, too.

The Chzo Mythos games are mostly set in the 90s and can be considered "problematic" by various people. Therefore I feel no shame in saying dead dove is eagerly wanted here. I have few limits and will likely happily indulge in whatever fucked up horror or smut you wanna give a try. I do have a few ideas but we can discuss that after we get to know each other a bit. I can also play a canon character, the Slenderman-like entity known as Cabadath, and a female OC. Just ask and I'll tell you all about them!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#oc roleplay #oc rp #chzo mythos rp #chzo mythos roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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angelic-writer · 4 months

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Whumpcember Day 27 - Bleeding Out (Alt 1. Stabbed)

Trilby stared at the stump that was flashing in and out of the hell dimension. Finally, he found the source of the reality shift. If only he could find some way to stop it.

"Trilby!" A familiar voice rang out behind him. He whirled around to see a familiar red-headed girl.

"Siobhan? You were supposed to leave!"

"I couldn't, I just..." She hiccuped. "Abed... The professor... He's dead..."

"I know." His mind flashed back to the professor slumped over at the bar, a mannequin head replacing the one he lost. "He was killed by the shadows. Just like they will kill you if you don't get away from here."

"What is this place?" Siobhan asked.

Trilby looked to the stump. "This cave is the center of the reality shift. This stump is what's causing it all."

"How?"

"It is the vessel for the soul of the Tall Man."

They all looked to see who spoke. It was a familiar man wearing a grey anorak, looking at them with a strange expression. "The acolyte of Chzo."

"Lenkmann." Trilby said blankly. "Nice to see a friendly face."

"Amazing, isn't it? Of all the things Sir Roderick could have used to murder his son, he chose that idol . Placing the soul of John Defoe into the wood alongside Cabadath's. Infusing the poor boy with Chzo's magick, allowing him to come back infinitely more powerful than before."

Trilby narrowed his eyes. "Certainly pretty lucky."

"Lucky? Chzo had to wait two thousand years for that opportunity. The opportunity to blend magick and science in a single entity. The opportunity to create the Bridge."

"What are you talking about?"

Lenkmann strolled over to the other side of the cave, a small smile floating up on his face. "The Bridge between the realms. Over which Chzo will cross into our universe and purify mankind. Our order has waited two hundred years for the prophecy to be fulfilled."

Trilby was beginning to understand now. His weird behavior when he met Lenkmann at the hotel, the notes... "You're not with the Ministry of Occultism. Who are you?"

"Two hundred years ago, the prophet Jack Frehorn founded the Order of Blessed Agonies. Since then, we have grown and watched and waited. It was only in recent years that the events foretold in the Book of Chzo began to occur. It mentioned John Defoe. And it mentioned you."

"Me?!" Trilby asked in shock.

Siobhan was only looking at the unfolding events with growing confusion.

Lenkmann stepped forward. "You were the one prophesied to guide the Bridgekeeper to his destiny. But you didn't finish the job! All three aspects of John Defoe had to be destroyed in order to create the Bridge. Body, Mind and Soul. You only destroyed his body. His soul and mind remained."

The house... Jim and Simone...

"Had I known about this... I wouldn't even have done that."

"That will truly disappoint my superiors. They were quite adamant that I should try to persuade you to join our cause and fulfill your foretold duty..."

"Is that why you were helping me?"

"They thought if I guided you through your visions and showed you the appropriate passages from our holy books, you'd understand that the prophecy is real."

Trilby gave him a bewildered look. "You honestly believed I'd join some insane cult just because you handed me some leaflets?!"

Lenkmann put his hand on the older man's shoulder. "Personally? No."

He felt an explosion of ice cold agony. Looking down, he could see Lenkmann had plunged a knife into his gut. He heard the pitter-patter of his blood on the rocky floor. The pain, the surprise, and his exhaustion went together to create immediate unconsciousness. He could only hear Siobhan's screams as he blacked out.

He awoke to find himself splayed upon the stump, blood still slowly leaking from his wound. In his injured state, he couldn't move. His limbs refused to respond. He was as weak as a newborn. "L-Lenk... mann?"

"Oh good, you're awake. I was afraid you'd miss this." He had just finished tying up Siobhan who was struggling against her binds.

"What... are you doing?"

Lenkmann stood over him. "After your staggering ineptitude in Defoe Manor, the Order needed to nudge things along. We need a connection to Chzo to help administrate his coming. And today might be the only opportunity we have all year to summon the Tall Man."

"You're going to... bring that... THING... into our world?"

"With a standard ritual of Blessed Agonies and an offering. After he takes your life, he will be grateful to us. And then, he will guide us to our destiny."

"So why did you... stab me?! What if I'm already dead... by the time he gets here?"

"You won't be. Men like you, Trilby, die on their own terms. They won't let their lives slip away from one measly knife wound." He put a finger to his lips. "Hush now. Cabadath is coming."

Trilby's attempts to move only made things worse. He felt a stab of pain and something snapped behind his eyes, filling his vision with spots. This nutcase is going to sacrifice him to bring a tall demon from Hell over to the mortal world. All because they wanted a connection to Chzo.

"S-Siobhan... Are you there?" He tried to call out, ignoring the taste of metal on his tongue.

"She's here, but she can't answer you." Lenkmann simply answered.

"She has nothing to do with this, Lenkmann! Let her go!"

"On the contrary, it is important that all three of us be here. It is part of the ritual."

"What does this ritual entail? What are you going to do to me?"

"To you, I have done all I need. To bring Cabadath to us, we must tempt him with three Blessed Agonies. The Blessed Agonies of the Mind, the Body and Soul. I am well conditioned to act as the Mind. Your wound makes you the Body. The girl will have to suffice as the Soul."

Trilby could feel a sense of anger come over him. Siobhan doesn't deserve to be in this hellish position, to be sacrificed to some freak of nature. He wanted to move, but his limbs were still and unresponsive. He was losing blood steadily.

He could hear Lenkmann start to chant. "I call thee, Cabadath, to the wood that is your soul. I call thee from the north."

From the corner of his vision, he spotted the familiar idol of John Defoe by his feet, staring at him as if to mock him. I see. He had it all along...

"I call thee from the east."

The pain was replaced with an ice cold numbness that was spreading fast. The room was swimming before Trilby's eyes.

"I call thee from the south."

It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe. Air rattled him and out of his lungs like a buzzsaw.

"I call thee from the west."

Something flashed and he saw the Tall Man for a moment, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Reality flits from realm to realm, tormented, confused. End this madness that we might bring thee to us."

His vision was clouding up around the edges. It seemed like his stubborn will was the only thing keeping him alive.

"End it, Cabadath!"

His eyelids were fluttering.

"I present thee with three Blessed Agonies. Body, Mind and Soul."

it hurts

"I present thee with the Guide, failed in his duties, for thee to judge."

it hurts

"Come."

it hurts

"Come."

it hurts

He allowed himself to fall into darkness, slowly detaching himself from his body.

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Siobhan could only watch as a tall, humanoid figure with no face wearing a long, black coat appeared in the room. Lenkmann was looking at it, appearing to have been satisfied. Stepping closer to the fallen body of her comrade, it examined him. Turning its head to Lenkmann, it spoke in an indecipherable language. He froze.

"What? He's dead? No, that's not possible!"

It continued to stare at him, its face unreadable.

"Master?"

It raised its claws.

"Master, please no! NO! NOAAAAAAGGH!!"

It plunged its claws into his chest, blood spilling out.In a flash, they disappeared.

Siobhan sat in shock. What the hell just happened? She saw Trilby lying on the stump and her mind snapped back to reality. She wriggled herself out of the shoddy rope Lenkmann tied her with and crawled over to him. "Trilby...?" She shook him.

He was unresponsive. His eyes were closed like he had fallen into a deep sleep. His stomach had a deep wound that was leaking blood at an alarming rate. Feeling herself start to shake, she pressed her fingers to his neck. She couldn't feel the beating of his pulse.

"Oh... Oh god... Oh no no no no..." Taking off his tie, she tied it around his waist, hoping that it was enough to staunch the flow. Then, she put her hands on his chest and started pumping. I think this is how you do it. God, Abed, if you were there, you would calm me down.

His body shook like a rag doll underneath her. She didn't understand. One minute, he was awake and talking and the next, he's dying. She felt useless. She wanted to help him, but he only responded by kicking her in the face. She was angry at him for doing that, but if he starts breathing again, she'll forgive him.

As she continued, she started to lose hope. How much blood did he lose? How long was he not breathing for? Will he ever wake up? "Trilby... Please... Please wake up..."

As if he could hear her, Trilby took a shaky breath.

"Trilby?!" She tapped his cheek, trying to get a response out of him. His eyelids fluttered, he coughed... and his eyes opened.

"Trilby! Say something!"

"W-What...?"

"You're alive! Oh god, I didn't even know if I was doing it properly... But I did it! You're alive!"

Trilby weakly looked around. "W-Where's Lenkmann...?"

Her face turned pale. "That... tall man took him. he did something... horrible to him. And then, he took him away."

"Where's... Where's my waistcoat?" Trilby tried to sit up, but Siobhan held him back.

"Shh, don't talk. I'm gonna get you an ambulance. Let's get you back upstairs."

"Wait..." He pointed a shaky finger to the idol. "See that wooden idol?"

"Yes?"

"Bring it with us. Wrap it tightly in clothes and bring it with us. Don't let it touch your bare skin."

"O-Okay."

#chzo mythos #trilby #siobhan o'malley #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 day 27 #Finally a Chzo Mythos post!!!#It's been 84 years!!!#trilby's notes

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chzomythos · 11 months

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ooo you wanna click it so bad!

#~bones #chzo mythos

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compressednerve · 4 months

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Art of Theft Trilby vs The Consuming Shadow Trilby ...... I feel so fucking insane.

#im literally taking poison damage right now #IT'S BEEN FIFTEEN GOD DAMN YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#trilby #chzo mythos #the consuming shadow #art of theft #pawn of prophecy c:<#he goes from such a small fry little guy to The Most Stressed Out Dude Who Has To Fix Everythingggggguuuuhhhhhh

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tortillasconsal · 1 year

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Here's a list of characters that remind me of the Slenderfam, because I can't handle it anymore:

Trenderman

Squidward.

Bobby Fabulous, from Phineas and Ferb.

Regina George, from Mean Girls.

Chanel Oberlin, from Scream Queens.

Patrick Bateman, from American Psycho.

GLaDOS, from Protal.

Adrien Brody, from The Grand Budapest Hotel.

Count Olaf, from Netflix's A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Miranda Priestly, from The Devil Wears Prada.

The Riddler, from Gotham.

Bloberta Puppington, from Moral Orel.

Slenderman

Anton Sugar, from No Country for Old Men.

The other Mother / Beldam, from Coraline.

Roy, from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared.

Emperor Belos, from The Owl House.

Judge Frollo, from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Hades, from Disney's Hercules.

Kyubey, from Madoka Magica.

Silco, from Arcane.

Mother Gothel, from Dinsey's Tangled.

Splendorman

Willy Wonka, from both the 1971's film and Tim Burton's film.

Jack Skellington, from Nightmare before Christmas.

Sardonyx, from Steven Universe

Sun Stone, from Steven Universe aswell.

The Cat in The Hat. Yes, I'm talking about the one from the fucking live-action movie.

David, from Camp Camp.

Brett Handman, from Inside Job.

I want to say Johnny Depp's Mad Hatter because a lot of people are expecting it, but I don't rlly see it. I'll leave him as an honorary mention though.

Surrenderman

Arthur Fleck, from The Joker (talking specifically about how he was at the beginning).

Shinji, from Evangelion.

Milo Oblong, from The Oblongs.

Peppa Madrigal, from Disney's Encanto.

Peter Graham, from Hereditary.

Morty, from Rick and Morty.

Cabadath

Jafar, from Disney's Aladdin.

Dracula, from Castlevania.

Pinhead, from Hellraiser.

Hannibal Lecter, from Silence of the Lambs.

Deathstroke, from 2003's Teen Titans.

Judge Frollo, aswell.

Jigsaw, from the Saw series.

These are based on my own take for the characters in my AU. I didn't add Offenderman because he's still the original version here.

Might update this as I write more of each character, but for now I want to post this to have some Creepypasta content while I keep finishing the requests

#creepypasta #slenderman #creepypastas #splendorman #creepypasta headcanon #slenderbros #trenderman #slenderfam #slender brothers #cabadath #chzo mythos #slender family

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cabadath-prince-of-pain · 27 days

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"Attack."

#cabadath #chzo mythos #prince of pain #arrogant man #art post #creepypasta #black shuck #soul shepherd

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coffeewritesfiction · 1 month

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Good morning! Fic teaser time!

From the still untitled sequel to Which Image:

He glanced up towards the clock on the wall.

12:03 AM.

“Right on time,” Trilby mumbled.

The footsteps must've started at midnight, on the dot. Like they always did.

Considering how long this had gone on, the fact it still caught him off guard, still hit him so deep, should've been embarrassing. But he'd lived through the alternatives, too, and they were so much worse.

He kept the lights off as he headed for bed. Stripped himself down, removed his trademark suit from his thin body, didn't bother looking where they ended up when he tossed them aside. Trilby sat down on his bed, rested his head against the wall. He looked into the darkness, and wondered if it looked back

“Get it over with,” he said.

And maybe someday, he'd get an answer.

Tonight was not that night.

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EDIT: turned off reblogs. this was not meant as a tag game, I shared this because I thought people would be genuinely interested in seeing my progress on this fic.

#from coffee #writeblr #writeblr community #chzo mythos

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skellinore · 1 year

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Like Father, Like Son...

Lord Cabadath and his eldest son, Slender.

Slenderman has some pretty big shoes to fill.

Being a prince of a very successful and terrifying king is a lot to live up to.

My version of Slender is... very different from everyone else's Slender.

I would say.

Considering I give mine scars and gold accents, and also made Zalgo his husband, but that's beside the point.

I haven't gotten around to drawing Slender's "Mother"

I put mother in quotation marks because, again.

My version of Faceless Demons is that they have no concept of gender, and it's hard to tell Faceless Demons apart if you aren't one of them.

So none of the Faceless Demons have boobs or hair, because I find that incredibly lazy, I dunno, I just don't like it. But you do you, bestie.

(But for the sake of my own sanity, I will be using pronouns, considering I will be talking about three people in this post.)

But most Faceless Demons do look masculine, some of them may have a feminine waist or hips.

I like giving my Slender a snatched waist because he's a power botto-

Heading back on track.

Little story bits and facts:

Slenderman and his "Mother's" relationship has always been rocky, she's controlling and stubborn, with a bit of a temper.

Think... Stella from Helluva Boss, expect she loves her husband to death, she's possessive and self-absorbed, remember in my last Cabadath post, that Cabadath is aroace, and that he was forced into an arranged marriage with her.

She has a set curriculum and plans for each of her baby boys, especially for Slender, envisioning herself in each one of them, pushing her dreams onto them, pushing high standards on them.

By set plans, I mean she already picked out what they're allowed to wear, who to see, who they're going to marry, what they learn, what job they're going to have, etc.

One last quick fact about Slender's mother.

She used to be a guardian of the Earth, basically protecting the forests and wildlife, but she loves the city life in Hell more, so she lost her privilege of being a guardian, and so her blessing passed onto Slender.

So Slender can hear the trees whisper, understand what the wildlife is saying, hear the beautiful melodies that the wind and water provide, he's enthralled in all of it, he loves the wildness and untamed nature around him, and he'll do anything to protect it, which is why my Slender hates humanity.

Head-cannon time:

1.) Cabadath is actually the whole reason that Slender and Zalgo meet in the first place. Considering that Zalgo's father is the King of Hell, (and no not Lucifer or Satan, or whatever you want to call him, Zalgo's family slaughtered Lucifer, making Zalgo's family the new rulers of Hell.) Cabadath works for Zalgo's father, and he wanted his son to meet the King, but instead Zalgo snatched Slender's tiny waist and then they became friends from there.

2.) All Faceless Demons know proper etiquette and mannerisms, because it is forced upon them, most Faceless Demons get annoyed and upset by unproper etiquette and mannerisms including improper speech such as abbreviations. So Faceless Demons have classes for teaching them to get over this. Slender had to learn to get over this problem by Zalgo, to which he is grateful for.

3.) Both Cabadath and Slender like their coffee sweet and light, come on guys, I know how many of you like to make Slender drink straight up black coffee. So I'm doing something different. >:| (it's getting overrated...)

4.) My Slender knows how to control elements! Such as earth/rock/metal, fire/magma, water/ice/blood, and air. (He's the Avatar. Haha, kidding.)

5.) Cabadath and Zalgo's father are really good friends, Zalgo's father is pinning for Cabadath, what he wouldn't do to just hold hands with him. Cabadath realizes this, but he doesn't mind, he finds him much more pleasant to deal with rather than his own wife. Often staying nights or extra hours.

6.) Slenderman hates onions. Fuck onions.

>:|

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