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creepy-spooghetti · 2 years

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Henlo, sorry for the bother but thinking abt Bloody painter with a child reader. The reader used to be a high achiever in school and always forced to study but with helen when he gets a low score he will be like " Thats alright unless you tried your best " it could be a head cannon or a scenario whataver u like <3 if ur uncomfortable its alr ignore this <3

You're no bother at all, hun! I thought this was a really cute idea ^^

I'm writing this under the assumption that the reader lives in the Manor with the others but still goes to school, also that Helen and the reader are not related and have bonded like siblings.

Bloody Painter/Child Reader: You Did Your Best

Your shoes dragged regretfully through the long, intimidating hallways of the home, backpack slung over your shoulder and eyes glued to the floor. This was not a good day, not a good day at all. How could you have gotten such a low grade? After all of the effort you put into memorizing the answers, all of the sleepless nights you had spent studying? That was all for nothing?

In short, you felt like an utter failure and thought yourself worthy of the dunce hat. Your parents had taught you not to make such grave mistakes, and what had you done? You did it anyway. If they were still around, they'd surely have stuck you in the chair of shame right after giving you the scream session of the week.

What would your friends think? What would Helen think? He had always encouraged you so sweetly - would he really start shunning you just because you got a bad grade on a single test? Would he want to stop spending time with you altogether? You didn't really desire to find out. Maybe he didn't need to know. Maybe you could blow it off, and if the subject surfaced, you'd simply lie. Then you remembered lying deserved something far worse than a timeout corner, so perhaps that wasn't the best tactic.

"Hey, lil' mouse," was the voice that sounded from behind you, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks as your entire body stiffened. "How'd school go?"

You didn't want to look at him, not ready to face his inevitable disappointment. He meant so much to you, it would just be unbearable to see his expression when you told him you failed. So you sighed quietly, keeping your head down, refusing to turn around. "Terribly..."

"How so?" His shift in tone, from curiosity to concern, was obvious, and he took a step closer. "What happened?"

"I...I..." No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't force the words from your mouth, afraid of the judgement you'd receive.

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder; what would normally be a comforting touch made your anxiety sky-rocket, and you inhaled shakily. "Hey, Y\n." His soft voice came from directly behind you, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation. "You can talk to me."

"Helen..." The sentence left your lips as a hesitant whisper, full of agitation. It was clear you were having trouble forcing this out, and in response, he tightened his gentle grip encouragingly. "I'm sorry. I—I couldn't do it, I failed. P-please don't be mad..."

"Mad?" He seemed confused, not understanding what you were talking about. "What went on today? Did you get hurt?"

To emphasize his words, he crouched in front of you, attempting to meet your eyes, but you were too distressed to do that, so you looked to the side. The tears collecting in the corners of your vision made it a bit difficult to see well, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. "I did bad on my test," you muttered, having to bite your lip to stop from openly crying. "I didn't get an 'A'. I didn't bypass the other kids. I'm a disgrace and I'm sorry." You sniffled, balling up your fists. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Y\n, why...why would I be even remotely upset about that?" His voice held a thick layer of incredulity, as if the very idea baffled him. Yet he sounded relieved that nothing more serious was afoot. "No one can get a perfect score all the time."

"But..." you finally brought yourself to lift your gaze, cheeks hot with embarrassment, "I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to impress..."

"The amount of things you've managed to achieve at such a young age is already impressive. You don't have to be great at everything, Y\n. You're such an incredible kid, even if you take the success away."

He reached out to tenderly wipe a droplet of water from your face, and you couldn't believe your ears. He wasn't disappointed?

His smile, though small, was kind, and his blue eyes sparkled with sincerity. "You tried your best and that's all that matters. Even if you failed all your classes, you'd still be awesome. I'd never be mad about something like that."

"You...mean it?"

"'Course I mean it, mouse." Brand new tears were developing in your sight, though this time, it was for an entirely different reason, and you launched yourself into his arms, joyed beyond comprehension by his claims. He accepted you, and how you did in school wouldn't ever effect your relationship. He still cared.

And he always would.

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eldritch-nightmare · 4 months

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celebrating the holidays.

a/n: hi here's my short replacement for the eyeless jack fic. that one is still gonna get posted!! just may take a while bc it's getting longer than i intended it to be lol. anyways i tried to keep the holiday relatively vague but since i personally celebrate christmas, i may slip up a bit. couldn't decide who to write for so i just spun a wheel six times and went with the ones selected.

includes: the bloody painter, nurse ann, jane the killer (arkensaw), eyeless jack, kate the chaser, and homicidal liu.

warnings: not proofread, very brief mention of helen's childhood, literally just fluff, also inconsistent length but that's to be expected atp, reader consumes meat in jack's section so sorry if u don't, nsfw elements in jack's part my hand slipped guys, blood, lotta kissing.

THE BLOODY PAINTER

He never cared much for the holidays, even when he was a child. Honestly, it was the one time of year that he dreaded the most.

He's an artist, so you know what that means. Every year, without fail, he would always get some art-related gifts. Not that he was complaining about that or anything, it was really, and still is, the only thing he had much interest in.

He just... found it to be draining. Apparently, at least according to his parents, he was supposed to find the holidays to be a fun, exciting time of year. And he was supposed to be oh so thankful for getting yet another sketchbook or paints from his relatives or whatever.

That was just too much work, honestly. So he grew to dread the holidays, even long after he became the killer he is today.

He's... not quite sure how he feels about the wrapped gift you're holding out in front of him. A part of him wants to reject it, and he almost does, but the barely contained excitement in your expression made him hesitate.

Your excitement only seemed to grow when he took the wrapped gift from you. While he didn't necessarily want or need a gift, he couldn't help but indulge you, especially since you seemed genuinely excited over whatever gift you had gotten him.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was expecting when he unwrapped the gift. Something art-related, no doubt. And it was art-related, just not in the way he was expecting.

It was something similar to a scrapbook, but it was really... neat. And more so a collection of art rather than an actual scrapbook. The thing that caught his attention the most was that it was just any old collection of art.

It was his art. You... you took or had his art professionally photographed and you put it in this book. It wasn't every single piece of art he's ever made, but it included a lot from different points of his life. It even included pieces from before he had met you.

He does not cry, no. But you do catch the tiniest smile forming as he flipped through the pages. It's... the nicest gift he's ever gotten before.

Helen's not sure how he'll repay you for getting something like this, so for now you'll just have to accept the tighter-than-usual hug and soft kiss.

NURSE ANN

Ann isn't too sure if she's ever celebrated any holidays before. She has no memories of her life before her... death? Is she dead? Well, she certainly doesn't feel alive.

She's rather indifferent towards the holidays, and honestly she probably won't even realize it's that time of year unless you or someone else point it out to her.

If you want to celebrate with her then she certainly won't stop you, just don't expect her to be the life of the party or anything like that.

You will have to guide her through how to celebrate because she simply will not know. But once she gets a hang of how things work it'll be something she retains for the future.

Ann stares blankly at the... tastefully atrocious sweater you were sporting. There were so many colors and the design clashed in a borderline unbearable way but you somehow made it look good.

Her gaze then drops down to the matching sweater you were holding out for her, an expectant look in your gaze. She thinks she understands, though she still glances up at you in confusion.

You explain that while it's not necessary to do in order to celebrate the holidays, you thought it would be fun to wear matching outfits with her. It's something couples do sometimes, apparently.

After your quick explanation, she silently takes the sweater from your hands and puts it on over what she was already wearing.

It certainly looks odd on her, no doubt, but the fabric is actually pretty soft, and the bright smile that lights up on your face makes it hard for her to care about whether or not the sweater looks good on her.

JANE THE KILLER

Jane hasn't celebrated the holidays since all the shit that's happened to her. She's been so focused on hunting Jeff down that it never even crosses her mind. Hell, she hasn't even celebrated her own birthday in years.

But then you come along and you insist on doing something for the holidays. Not because you necessarily enjoyed the holidays, but mostly because you just wanted her to take a break for once.

It'll take a lot of convincing. You'll have to get her to promise you months in advance, if we're being honest.

And if she didn't have such a soft spot for you, she probably wouldn't even humor the idea you had to celebrate. But alas, she loves you, and she finds it hard to say no to you more than she would like to admit.

She huffs in mild annoyance, sticking close to you as you guide her down the streets. She wouldn't normally be in such a crowded place but everyone was so caught up in their own plans for the holidays that no one spared her a single glance.

You wanted to go ice skating. It's not typically a traditional way to celebrate the holidays, at least not for her, but it seemed as if it would be fun. And it would give her an excuse to be close to you, so.

When you guys finally reach the ice skating rink, you're bouncing in excitement and eagerly pulling Jane along to go and put some blades on. She lets you, because your hand is oh so warm in hers and the way the lights shine in your eyes makes her feel... peaceful.

Now, there's no denying that she has never gone ice skating before. Hell, she's never been roller skating. So the moment you two were out on the ice, she was clinging to you to keep herself from falling.

It was embarrassing, and she almost wanted to storm off out of frustration but you never laughed at her. You would help her catch her balance whenever she slipped. You only laughed when you slipped.

You were even fine with sticking to one side of the rink, always keeping Jane behind you whenever another person would skate too close.

And when the two of you decided you had enough, she couldn't help but pull you close right as you go to step out of the rink, planting a deep kiss on your lips and leaving you dazed as she goes to take her blades off.

EYELESS JACK

Similarly to Ann, Jack can't remember if he's ever celebrated the holidays before. However, unlike Ann, he does have a vague idea on how people celebrate the holidays. He's not isolated like her.

He's definitely indifferent towards the holidays. He doesn't care much for them, but he's probably willing to celebrate if you really want him to.

Gift giving is not his specialty, dear lord. You will have to sit him down and tell him bluntly what you want so he can find some odd most certainly illegal way of obtaining it.

Jack is, however, an amazing cook and there is nothing that could change my mind on this, so he will definitely be willing to help you make any holiday meal you may want to try out.

Jack is silent as he watches you cook some meat for the meal the two of you had been spending the past few hours or so making. You had family coming over, and you needed dinner to be done before they arrived, so you had enlisted the help of your demonic, cannibalistic boyfriend.

His nose scrunched up in slight disgust at both the sight and smell of the cooking meat, and he grumbled silently under his breath about what a waste it was to cook it.

His mild disgust only seemed to grow more evident when you cut a piece of the meat off and pop it in your mouth to taste test it. He just couldn't understand how you could eat such a thing. Then again, he can't really judge considering he only consumes raw meat. Typically coming from a human.

You hum in delight at the taste, and perhaps it's an instinctual thing humans do, or maybe it's something else, but you cut off another piece and hold it out for him to eat. He just stares, and it takes a moment for you to realize what you had done, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.

Before you could eat the piece of meat yourself, he was grabbing your wrist and bringing it back to his mouth, eating the cooked meat and biting your finger in the process. You hissed at the feeling of his sharp teeth pricking your skin, but you don't pull your hand away from him.

The meat was disgusting, no offense. You're an amazing cook so it isn't your fault, he just literally cannot consume cooked meat (or really anything that isn't raw/human) and he's going to feel absolutely awful tomorrow but that's for future Jack to worry about.

Present Jack thinks he deserves a reward for putting up with both the smell and taste of cooked meat, and he licks at your bleeding finger like your blood is the best thing he's ever tasted. To him, it was. It certainly helped to erase the taste of cooked meat.

Once he was satisfied, he was pulling you closer to him and kissing you deeply. He bit at your bottom lip until it was bleeding as well, and he couldn't help but groan as your blood invaded his mouth once more, relishing in both the taste and the little gasp that came from you.

He wanted more. Needed, if we're being honest. He found himself craving for you as his hands fell to the hem of your sweatpants, gently tugging at them. A clear sign of his intentions.

You grabbed his wrists before he could continue, breaking the kiss off and smiling slightly when he chased after you. The two of you were breathing heavily, the air in the kitchen feeling a lot thicker now.

Later, you promised. You still had a meal to finish cooking, and your family would be coming by in just a few hours. You sealed the promise with a quick, chaste kiss before taking the meat off the stove and setting it aside to focus on the next part of the meal.

And he helped you. He was patient, and he knew you could keep your promise.

KATE THE CHASER

Considering her sensitivity to light, it's not exactly easy for her to celebrate the holidays since bright lights seem to be a staple in them.

She's not really much of a holiday person anyway, so it's not something that bums her out.

She's probably the only one on this list that's least likely to indulge in celebrating, and will more than likely turn you down if you bring up the offer.

But she does feel a certain fondness in her heart when she sees you getting excited over something in relation to the holidays. While she doesn't enjoy that time of year, she's glad that you do.

Kate keeps her eyes covered as you carefully guide her through the forest. You had a surprise for her, apparently. Something to celebrate the holidays without actually celebrating.

She wasn't immediately thrilled, but you had promised that there would be absolutely no bright lights involved and that she didn't even have to consider it something for the holidays. That was enough to make her willing to indulge you just this once.

Even with her eyes closed, she could practically feel the excitement radiating off of you as you brought her closer to wherever it was you wanted to take her.

You told her to open her eyes shortly after, and she found the two of you standing in front of one of the many abandoned cabins within the forest. She didn't even hesitate to enter the cabin when you motioned for her to. Kate trusted you.

The sight she saw when she stepped inside was... it was breathtaking, honestly.

The walls and the ceiling were covered in glow-in-the-dark snowflakes and stars, illuminating the cabin in a faint green hue. It wasn't a grand gesture or anything of the sort. It was... it was nice.

The glow of the stars and snowflakes was bright enough to illuminate the cabin but dull and dark enough that she didn't have to shy away from it.

That wasn't the only thing you had planned either. She's not sure how much time and effort you put into doing all of this, but you had set up a little space in the cabin. There was even a small projector set up, as well as some food that you knew she enjoyed.

It's definitely the most romantic thing she's ever experienced. And if this is how you want to celebrate the holidays with her, then she definitely won't mind doing this sort of thing again next year.

HOMICIDAL LIU

Similarly to Jane, Liu hasn't really celebrated the holidays since everything that happened. He knows when that time of year comes around, and it makes him feel nostalgic, but he always found it hard to celebrate alone.

He's the one on this list who'll be most excited to celebrate the holidays with you if you ask him to.

It doesn't matter what you wanna do. If you wanna decorate your home, if you wanna give gifts, if you wanna make a meal, if you wanna just stay in and watch some movies and order takeout then he's down.

Sully doesn't care for the holidays and he finds the whole time of year to be annoying, to be honest, so you'll only be celebrating with Liu.

And you decided that you wanted to decorate your home a bit for the holidays. It was a simple way to celebrate the holidays, and you didn't even have to leave your home to get any decorations since you had some stuffed away in a box in your closet.

When you had told Liu that that was your plan, he was eager to join you. It's been so long since he's been able to do anything for the holidays, and he was just... really excited to finally have someone to spend them with.

You made sure to put on some music to play in the background while the two of you got to decorating, and you'd tell him where to put certain things if he didn't know what to do with them.

You two chat with each other as well during all this, sharing random memories and stories from your childhoods. Some were happy, some were sad. Sometimes, Liu would trail off mid-story and you'd have to change the subject to something lighter.

At some point, when a particularly romantic song played, you set down the decoration you were holding and pulled Liu away from the one he was setting out so you could take a break and dance with him.

It got the brightest smile out of him. The brightest one you've ever seen.

The bitter sadness and nostalgia that comes with the holidays lingered. It would always linger, honestly, but it was easier to deal with when he's with you.

And he was excited to make new memories with you. Ones that'll make him smile when the holidays roll around again.

#sigh keep forgetting how i tag stuff here hold on #the bloody painter x reader #nurse ann x reader #jane the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #kate the chaser x reader #homicidal liu x reader #the bloody painter x you #nurse ann x you #jane the killer x you #eyeless jack x you #kate the chaser x you #homicidal liu x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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k155355 · 9 months

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[(the Muse)] DRABBLE

Start: 07/24 — Finish 07/24

Links: Rules & Masterpost

DISCLAIMER!! SFW. None really.

Featuring: Bloody Painter & GN!Reader

It was a strange thing.

The rustling of people alike all flooded down the hallway — Older woman in turtlenecks and glasses gazed upon abstract pieces, the grazing hand of a young child passing their leggings. Children running around or eating snacks as parents takes sighs of relief at their little one finally calming down. Young couples and single teens may occasionally pass by. You stared fixated, unmoving, among the sea of bustling folk chattering their days away.

The museum was high in people. But it was quiet. Talkative, but low in volume. You had worried when walking in it’d be unbearably loud and leave you no mental space to admire the different pieces hung on the walls in their cases.

You saw small displays of miniature paintings, paintings that took the whole wall, paintings, that spoke an undeniable message through detail and emotion, and, paintings with provoking thought placed upon the shapes and colors.

You were out of place.

You were not apart of the picture.

Wealthy families, upper middle class and upper class folk alike wandered the falls of the museum. And then there was you. A seeming statue dead center of the hallway. People walked past you, some peeking behind them as you stood there in complete fixation. “Something”, they thought, “Something must be captivating”.

Your weight was supported by one leg, the other bent slightly at the knee. Your left hand was on your hip and the only was loosely hung around ur abdomen.

Everything was so much brighter than before.

The fluorescent lights seemingly “not doing their job” in ur opinion.

Your breath was shallow and slow.

You stood there in ur baggy pajamas from the night before; A baggy sweatshirt, plaid pajama shorts and slippers. Your only addition this morning being a thick scarf. It was cold.

Your messy hair was sticking out in places and the bags under your eyes were more prominent the longer stared, your eyes squinting - mind floating around unaware of the bleeding bright lights on the ceiling. Your brain didn’t notice, but you did. Yet wanted more light.

He sat there in a seat, a small commune area with a couple picnic tables. In his hand was a ballpoint pen and on the table was a small sketchbook. Your were staring at some random man, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why seeing some random man was one of the things you were looking at in this place of beauty. But you didn’t want to look away.

It was a moment of piece away from your life. A moment of inspiration.

Taking aside the tough times, you dragged yourself out of bed. The slowly crept down the sidewalk to the museum, handed the security guard an entrance fee and wandered the halls. Looking. Looking for something to strike a nerve with you. Something to show you a new perspective or something to give you an answer to what you’ve been desperately searching for what seemed like forever now.

But it wasn’t some centuries old paintings or some new art from the painter down the road. It was man in a blue button up and black dress pants. He looked well off. He looked peaceful. Something you do desperately craved. His black hair waved over his face, his eyes unknown to you. His pale skin seemed to glow, and his calloused hand held the pen with dainty care.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to think.

You were just staring.

Looking at a man you’ve never seen before in your entire life. A man that was so put together. Someone who didn’t look like their homeless, or some kind of druggy. Someone who could go their entire life without ever caring to know who you were or what you were doing. Someone who knew what they were doing.

Your heart ached. You didn’t know why.

This was all a moment of peace you didn’t expect, yet it all came fading away when his hair moved. His blue eyes came into view and he looked up for a moment, scanning the room, stoping when his gaze landed on you. He stared for only a moment before retreating back into his sketchbook and scribbling. A beautiful glass was drawn on his paper alongside other doodles at the bottom. But, in truth, you weren’t paying attention.

It was a drooping feeling. Something that grounded you. A single look - a single look to make you realize how weird you look. Slowly leaving the pose you were in, you glanced around and found no one looking at you. That was your cue to leave.

#creepypasta x reader #x female reader #x female y/n #x you fluff #x ftm reader #x m!reader #x male reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta yandere #creepypasta fanfic #Creepypasta bloody painter #bloody painter

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 8 months

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱...

Ben drowned

What his room looks like

Ben with a sleepy!elk!reader

Ben with a craigsp!Reader

Ben with an urban legend!reader

Ben with a Charlie!Hazbin hotel!Reader

Ben x reader, swapped bodies!

Ben with a reader who tries to practice exorcism on him

Comforting a child!reader

Ben x chaos princess!reader

Ben x shapeshifter!reader

Ticci Toby

Reaction to sudden physical affection

Reaction to a reader who hides their wounds from him

Toby with a reader who has an ed (TW!!)

Helping their s/o through a depressive episode (TW!)

Toby with a reader who smokes

Toby with a mother figure!reader

Toby x kobeni!reader

Toby x Shapeshifter!reader

Toby with a crush

Jeff the killer

Reaction to sudden physical affection

His physical medical conditions

Staying up late together

Helping their s/o through a depressive episode (TW!)

Jeff with a scene s/o

Jeff x kobeni!reader

His reaction to being called yours

Jeff with a demon slayer!reader

Comforting a child!reader

Bully!jeff x reader

Jeff x Italian!reader

Brother!jeff x sibling!reader (reader gets cheated on and jeff comforts you)

Jeff x witch!reader

Jane the killer

General headcanons

What her room looks like

Jane with a scene s/o

Clockwork

General headcanons

Natalie with a scene s/o

X-Virus

General headcanons

Jason the toymaker

What his room looks like

Jason with a Clingy!Reader

Killian Lynch

What his room looks like

Killian's reaction to a Joseph!Identity VI!reader

Wedding with a Joseph!Identity VI!Reader

Helping discover new coping mechanisms

Julius the dressmaker

What his room looks like

Julius' reaction to a Joseph!Identity VI!reader

Soulmate au: first date and first kiss

Wedding with a Joseph!Identity VI!Reader

Hoodie

What his room looks like

Homicidal Liu

What his room looks like

Eyeless Jack

Jack with a reader who has an ed (TW!!)

Helping their s/o through a depressive episode (TW!)

Jack x kobeni!reader

Helping a reader with acne scar insecurities

Comforting a child!reader

Redeemed!Jack x Angel!reader

Jack x witch!reader

Nina the killer

Nina with a scene s/o

Bloody painter

Helping a reader with acne scar insecurities

#creepypasta

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

• chief keef

• ddosama

• destroy lonely

• ddot

• evvls,, jaydes,, yen

• jacquees

• juice wrld

• king von

• ken carson

• kodak black

• lil tracy minaj

• lucki

• luh tyler

• playboi carti

• skimask the slump

• trippie redd

• xxxtentacion

• young thug

creepypasta ?

• bloody painter

• eyeless jack

• laughing jack

• homicidal liu

• jane the killer

• jeff the killer

• ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

• chuuya nakahara

• edgar allen poe

• fyodor dostoyevsky

• nikolai gogol

• osamu dazai

• ranpo edogawa

• yumeno kyusaku (only platonic or child reader x yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

• celestia ludenberg

• ibuki mioda

• kokichi oma

• nagito komaeda

• rantaro amami

• shuichi saihara

genshin impact ?

• albedo kreideprinz

• chongyun

• columbina

• cyno mahamatra

• diluc ragnvindr

• dori (platonic)

• fischl

• gorou

• hu tao

• itto arataki

• kazuha kaedehara

• klee (platonic)

• kokomi sangonomiya

• mona megistus

• qiqi (platonic)

• raiden ei

• razor

• rosaria

• sayu (platonic)

• shenhe

• tighnari

• venti

• xiao

• yae miko

• zhongli

haikyuu ?

• akira kunimi

• atsumu miya

• kei tsukishima

• keiji akaashi

• kenjiro shirabu

• kenma kozume

• kentaro kyotani

• kiyoko shimizu

• kiyoomi sakusa

• kotaro bokuto

• osamu miya

• rintarou suna

• satori tendou

jujutsu kaisen ?

• mahito

• megumi fushiguro

• ryomen sukuna

• toge inumaki

• toji fushiguro

• yuji itadori

naruto ?

• deidara

• gaara

• hinata hyuga

• kiba inuzuka

• naruto uzumaki

• neji hyuga

• sasori

• sasuke cchiha

• shikamaru nara

obey me ?

• asmodeus

• barbatos

• beelzebub

• belphegor

• leviathan

• mammon

• satan

tokyo revengers ?

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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mrsbluehands · 5 months

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The creeps and their ice cream!

Headcanon (x reader)

Creepypasta

Silly Headcanon I had in mind. Who doesn't like ice-cream? (No offense if you don't XD)

Tw: none

Pronouns: Gn

Jeff the killer: He's a classic. Chocolate. Or well anything with chocolate. He's a little shameful about it since it reminds him of his childhood when he and Liu would run after the ice-cream truck to get their sweet treats. You can ask to share, but not sure he'll ever give up on his ice-cream.

Eyeless Jack: He can't have ice-cream (it's a monster thing), but I'm pretty sure that if he could he would be as simple as vanilla. He likes the smell of it when you eat yours. Would of course buy you one every time he goes out. He finds it funny when you get some on your nose and cheeks.

BEN drowned: Bubble gum. He's still a child at heart and this colourful ice-cream is making him nostalgic. Please give him one and cheer him up. He'll soon associate his favourite ice-cream with the quality time he can spend with you.

Masky: Mint and chocolate. It's taste is fresh and a little bitter. It reminds him of the cold air of the forest in winter and his long walks with you on his rare days off. He's not a fan of sweetness, but loves the bitterness of the dark chocolate. Will always buy you one too so you can enjoy the moment with him.

Hoodie: Caramel syrup (no. Not because of the colour of his hoodie) with vanilla ice-cream. He likes when the caramel is hot and melts the cold ice cream under. He can eat his ice-cream all year long, this man is never cold. He surprisingly has a sweet tooth, but you're the only one who's aloud to know. If you eat it in the winter, he's wrap his arms around you so you don't get too cold while eating your cold dessert.

Ticci Toby: He's also a chocolate lover but especially chocolate chips. Just a fan of sweet things (unlike Masky). It makes him forget how life is hard sometimes. Will totally feed it to you, but you are both laughing as he gets some everywhere on you face, but on your tongue. At the end you'll both end up with ice-cream in your hair, nose and on your face, but it's a moment you both cherish.

Liu Woods: Vanilla, but he likes when there's a special flavour on the menu too! Doesn't like to take decisions so he always took the same flavour when he went to the ice-cream truck with his brother. When you two eat ice-cream, he asks you to pick something to add on top of the treat. Will trust you blindly, so please don't play with him (Like that time when you convinced him that pickles were good with vanilla, he did accept your apology though).

Jane the killer: (For the aesthetic) Black vanilla. She just loves to colour and the natural scent of vanilla. Nothing to do with the artificial one! If you buy one for her, she'll probably just look at it and won't take a bite because of how pretty it looks. Nothing compares to you though no worries!

Bloody painter: The king of aesthetic, he loves red ice-cream whether it's cherry, raspberry, blueberry... anything as long as it's red he like it. Not much of a sweet tooth, but like the taste of fruits a lot. He might even try to paint with it (spoiler: it won't work). His favourite way to enjoy his treat is with you. If you squint you will probably be able to witness one of his rare smiles as he shyly reaches for you hand.

Clockwork: Any flavour. She is the type to go for the weird limited one that changes once a week even if it sounds disgusting. She's a dangerous woman, what can I say. For that reason, you probably won't be sharing (unless it's really terrible, then you feel bad seeing her face each time she takes a lick). Will also put some on your nose just to have the excuse to lick it off. She thinks you are adorable when you blush.<3

Seems like I had inspiration for that one! Hope you enjoyed!

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #ben drowned #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #ticci toby #liu woods #clockwork #jane the killer

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 month

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Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 3

You all know the rules and so do I

References aside, the time has come to make a third installment to the crp Masterlist line! For context a post can hold 100 links before capping out, and each list is full/close to full.. that's insane, over 200 crp posts written over the course of a year (and some change)! Which.. isnt impressive given I've written nearly.. jeez how many posts? I know theres at least 300 from TADC-

Moving on, you all know the drill! This will be updated as needed until the 4th list is needed!

Remember to read the rules in my pinned before requesting!

You can find things such as tropes and fluff alphabets linked in the bottom of the Masterlist of Masterlists posts! Link in pinned

MULTI

X dragon reader

X reader who owns a goose

X reader who sleeps in weird places

X reader who draws them

X reader who is half demon

X reader who knew them before their incidents

Laughing Jill, jane, and nina hugging hcs

Cuddling various crp characters 1/2

Lj and ej x reader on their period

Masky and Lj when the readers ex returns

Cuddling various crp characters 2/2

LJ and masky x reader who hums and taps

Various crp characters x reader: blanket thief

Slender and splendor x weird creature!reader

Various crp x transmasc!reader

Tim and Brian as step parents

Dating the proxies

Slender and splendor x sick reader

Getting masky and ticci toby snacks

Slender and splendor comforting reader

SLENDERMAN

Platonic slenderman x daughter!reader

SPLENDORMAN

Platonic fluff alphabet a h i

EYELESS JACK

Ej x reader who gets sick often

T H ♡ with EJ

Ej x reader wedding

Ej and reader raising twins

Ej x angel!reader

Ej x oc (raffle winner)

Platonic eyeless jack x feral child!reader

Eyeless Jack x forgetful reader

X reader who writes horror

LAUGHING JACK

T C J with LJ

LJ x reader who stutters and forgets words

LJ x reader who has hair like pinkie pie

LJ x trans ftm reader

LJ as child!readers imaginary friend

LJ x reader who loves the victorian era

LJ x imaginary friend reader

MASKY/TIM

Tim x reader who dies during child birth

HOODIE/BRIAN

Tending to hoodies wounds

Hoodie cuddling hcs

Doing hoodies makeup

OTHER

Platonic toby x reader on their period

Platonic toby x kind and quiet reader

Platonic Nina and Jane x reader

Laughing Jill x plush doll!reader

More platonic nina hcs

Platonic jeff x male reader

Going to a concert with nina

Platonic nina x nonbinary reader

Role swap with ben Drowned and reader

Mini cuteness aggression hc w/ lj and nina (x reader)

Jeff x reader on their period

Ticci toby crushing on the reader

Dating nina and Jeff hcs

Bloody painter x model reader

Playing fortnite w/ toby

Jeff x horror writer reader

Warm bodied reader x ticci toby

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #ben Drowned x reader #jeff the killer x reader #puppeteer x reader #zalgo x reader #ticci toby x reader

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rip-vanwinkle · 3 months

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introduction/refresh

hi, i’m K! i’m turning my blog into a creepypasta thirst hub… which means i will be writing! i may also occasionally post art… we’ll see. i’ve been in the fandom for the better part of a decade (i’m old </3)

i’m currently taking requests as i am new and trying to get this up and running! :) these can be headcanons, drabbles, art, playlists, whatever

forgive any weird censoring, i want this post to actually be visible lol

subjects(?) i will write:

character x character

character x reader

smut (within reason; please don’t send me your piss kinks)

etc, etc? just normal things i suppose

subjects i will NOT write:

like i said earlier any absolutely foul kinks

*ncest

self-deletion

self-h*rm

anything non consensual (dub con is a fine line so that will vary)

parent pasta x child reader

—— list under construction ——

characters i will write:

jeff the killer

ben drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

ticci toby

masky/tim

hoodie/brian

slenderman

& probably some others i’m forgetting, it’s been a while

characters i will NOT write:

- sally

- jason the toymaker

- bloody painter

- clockwork

i don’t have an extensive list as i tend to not remember their names, but if you happen to send a request that i’m not comfortable with i will let you know privately <3

this also goes for if i’m not entirely familiar with a character, but i may give it a shot

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #eyeless jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #ben drowned x reader #creepypasta writer

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batztrangem · 2 years

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How You Met The Candyman

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader, cursing, mentioning of canon typical violence

Author’s Note: This is probably the best one shot out of all of my “how you met the slashers” series.

"You know what we should do?"

It was Friday night, and you and a couple of your friends had decided to have a sleepover at your house. You all were laid out in your living room. Blankets and sleeping bags were laid throughout the floor. Almost every pillow in the house was also in the living room, most of which were also on the floor.

You walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, adding to the multitude of snacks and drinks lined up on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You grabbed a pillow off the ground and plopped on the couch beside your friend, Alex.

"What should we do?" you asked.

"Yeah, what should we do besides watching this movie because it suuuucckks," your other friend, Emma, said. She was laying on the ground watching the TV.

"Let's play Bloody Mary," Alex said.

"Boo, no," Emma said from the floor.

"Why not?" Alex said, throwing up their hands.

"Maybe because it's for kids, and it's not real," you said.

"What about Candyman?" Alex suggested.

"What the hell is that?" Emma questioned, turning on her side from her spot on the floor.

"Yeah, I've never heard of that. Only Candyman I know is Willy Wonka," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh my gosh, are we going to summon Willy Wonka? Now that shit sounds scary," Emma said.

"No, man. You guys seriously haven't heard of Candyman?" Alex asked.

Both you and Emma shook your heads. Alex's shocked face quickly formed into a smirk as they reached for their phone.

"Whatcha doing?" Emma asked.

"I'm going to tell you guys the backstory of Candyman," Alex said as they typed away on their phone.

After a couple of minutes, it appeared that Alex had pulled up an article on the phone.

"Let's dim the lights. Make it a little spooky in here," Alex said.

"Yes, sir," you said jokingly as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the light switch and fiddled around with the knob to dim the lights. The switch was old and your family barely used it so turning it was a slow process. You looked up at the lights as you did so. Now the room was filled with more ambient lighting, similar to a movie theater as the lights would go down when a movie began.

"I thought we grew out of ghost stories a long time ago," you said as you sat back down.

"Who said this was a ghost story? This actually happened," Alex said.

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that. Let's hear it," Emma said as she sat up on the floor.

"In the 1800s there was a tragic death of a man by the name of Daniel Robitaille. He was a painter in Chicago. The legend told that Daniel was the son of a slave who became extremely wealthy after inventing a machine that mass-produced shoes during the American Civil War. Daniel grew up to become a well-known painter, most famous for capturing a person's status in portraits. Sometime around 1890, the young painter had been commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture the beauty of his daughter, a white virgin," Alex stated.

"This doesn't sound scary at all," you mumbled.

"Shut up and listen," Alex said, bringing the phone closer to their face.

"The painter's only real sin was falling in love with the girl in question with whom they were to have a child out of wedlock. Unfortunately, the girl's father had discovered their relationship and was left so outraged that he hired a lynch mob to find and kill the young painter. As the mob chased him down the streets of Chicago, they eventually overpowered him and sawed off his right hand with a rusty blade."

"What the fuck? That's messed up," Emma said.

Alex nodded and continued to read.

"Daniel's body was then smeared with honey from a local apiary, causing the bees to sting him to death and prompting the future generations of the neighborhood to call him Candyman," Alex said, sitting the phone down.

"Ok? That's seriously fucked up and tragic, but how is that scary to us," you questioned.

"Well, if you let me finish. I'll explain," Alex said.

You pretended to lock your mouth and throw away the key, indicating that you were listening.

"Legend has it that Candyman's vengeful spirit still lurks throughout Chicago. He'll also show up anywhere you summon him. It's a lot like Bloody Mary. Go in the bathroom, say his name five times in the mirror, and he shows up to kill you," Alex explained.

"May I speak now?" you asked.

"Yeah."

"Why would I do that? Why would I willingly summon someone who is going to kill me?" you said while laughing.

"For fun, (Y/N)! Have you ever done something just for the fun of it?" Alex said.

"Since when is willingly summoning ghosts fun?" Emma said from the floor.

"Yeah, what she said. I don't fuck around with that shit. Ninety percent of horror movies could be avoided if people would stop fucking with the supernatural," you said.

Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"Screw you guys," they said.

A few hours passed and your friends were down for the count. Alex and Emma were both fast asleep. You on the other hand was wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. You looked at the time.

It was a little past 3 and you weren't even tired. You were just bored. You sighed as you put your phone down and got up to go to the bathroom.

You turned on the light and were instantly met with your reflection in the large bathroom mirror. You may have not felt tired but you certainly looked it. You turned the water on and splashed your face a little. You looked back into the mirror, making eye contact with yourself.

You thought back on what Alex had said earlier. All of that stuff about Candyman.

You didn't believe in ghost stories for the most part, so why not? Nothing could possibly happen, right?

"Screw it," you mumbled, standing up straight.

Your reflection stared back at you.

"Candyman," you said.

You glanced around the bathroom and then back at the mirror.

"Candyman."

You then cracked the bathroom door open, making sure your voice hadn't woken your friends.

"Candyman."

You closed the door with your hand as your eyes stayed glued to the mirror.

"Candyman."

All of a sudden, you had goosebumps. The hair on your arms was standing up. It was such a strange feeling. The air seemed colder, and the bathroom seemed quieter.

"Candyman."

You gulped taking a look around the bathroom.

Nothing.

You looked back in the mirror.

Nothing.

It was just you staring back.

There was no mysterious man from the past without a hand.

"See," you said to yourself, "what did you expect?"

You turned to exit the bathroom but to your shock, the nob wouldn't turn.

"What the hell?"

You tried turning it again. It didn't even feel locked. It felt jammed as if it was glued in place. You tried wiggling it then turning again but it wouldn't budge.

"Hey, someone let me out of here!" you called out, slapping your hand on the door.

The lights began to flicker over the top of your head. You looked up, confused. That lightbulb was basically brand new.

You would admit that you were beginning to become panicked. You banged on the door again, trying to get the attention of your friends.

"Guys! I'm locked in! Please help!" you called out to no avail. They couldn't hear you and you had no idea why.

The flickering of the lights began to get worse and worse and your heart rate had begun to elevate. You could hear it pounding away in your chest, beating in your ears.

And in a blink of an eye, the lights were out.

It was pitch black.

And you were terrified.

"Guys! Let me out! This isn't funny!"

If being locked in wasn't scary enough, the dark was a sure-fire way to terrify you to your core.

"I am the writing on the wall, the sweet smell of blood. Be my victim," a powerful voice beamed down. It shook you, causing you to back up against the invisible source.

The light flickered again, causing you to see the figure looming over you. You weren't sure who it was but after what you just did, you had a good fucking idea.

He walked closer to you. The bathroom was small and you had nowhere to go.

Cold metal met the side of your face, gently sliding down to your chin. You realized it was a hook.

Despite the flickering lights, the closer he got the more you could see his face. For a supernatural vengeful spirit, he was handsome. In fact, he was so handsome that it calmed your nerves a bit.

"You're mine," he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. The light had stopped flickering and the door behind gave way, flinging open. You lost your balance and fell down on the ground.

"Damn it, I think I peed myself."

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divijohm · 10 months

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Masterlist

Sumary

❗- Can contain Triggering content (brief mentions, nothing in detail)

⚠️ - Contains Triggering content (will be specified on the post)

🔞 - NSFW

🃏 - General headcanons

♥️ - Romantic headcanons

💛 - platonic headcanons

💙 - Can be interpreted both ways

🎨 - Artwork (digital mostly)

📍- requested

REQUESTS CLOSED 🔒

Ground rules for requesting

Creepypasta

❗🃏 Eyeless Jack headcanons

🃏 X virus headcanons

❗🃏 Tim/Masky headcanons

🃏 Ticcy Toby Headcanons

🃏 Brian/Hoodie headcanons

📍💛 Reader babysitting the child pastas (Sally, Lazari, Lily Kenneth and Cassiel the child demon)

📍🃏💛 Reader is a Proxy and half Bee (Toby, Masky, Hoodie and Kate)

🃏 Game night with the pastas

📍💙⚠️ Laughing Jack and a music and puns lovin'reader

📍🃏 Opposite personality AU (Bloody painter, laughing jack, eyeless jack, ticci toby, jeff, sally, jane, kate, nina, slenderman)

📍💛❗BEN and a ghost reader tormenting Jeff

❗🃏 Jane the killer headcanons

📍❤️ Proxys with a s/o that does woodwork

📍💙 Proxys and BEN with a Siren reader

📍🃏 Opposite personality AU pt 2

📍💙 Laughing Jack and Alcohol chocolates

📍💙 BEN and the Siren (reader)

📍💛❗Jeff, BEN and reader being chaotic together

📍❤️ S/o with mirroring/copycat powers (Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, EJ, Jeff, Slenderman)

📍💙 Jealous Laughing Jack

📍❤️🔞 Fluff and NSFW for Colorful! Laughing Jack (afab! reader)

🃏 CP!Girls music taste (Nina, Jane, Clockwork) - rush post may or may not be edited later.

📍❤️ Jeff's S/o Nightly clown walk

📍❤️❗ Ben and Jeff with a s/o that puts them in their place

📍❤️ Laughing Jack cuddling session

📍💙⚠️ X virus with a Cannibal reader

📍💙 Ben with an angel-like reader

📍♥️❗ Laughing Jack and Depressed Reader

📍♥️ Pastas with a s/o that's good with animals!(Toby, Jeff, Nina and Slenderman)

📍🃏❗ Opposite personality Au pt.3 - Jeff and Liu

Original Characters

🃏❗ Meet Lynx!

🎨 Lynx face close up

🎨🃏 Lynx's powers + drawing

#masterlist #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticcy toby x reader #ticcy toby #brian marble hornets #brian x reader #slenderverse #slenderman

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darkpeacemusic · 1 year

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Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

#my writing #slasher #pin post #author #writers on tumblr #rules #rules for requests #creepypasta #dceu

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creepy-spooghetti · 1 year

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Heya dear fella! ^^

I was wondering... What about some platonic Hcs for BEN, Jeff, Helen and Toby (Sepparetly) with an early teen fem!reader (like 12-13 years old)?

Like- The reader is just this sweet, kind, caring child who is always trying her best to make people happy always with a smile on her face and make sure their okay (that goes for physical and mental) but is always the one everyone forgets about, the one that's always left out, the one that always fades into the oblivion.

And so one night (at likely 2 am) the creep in question just finds her sitting on the sofa and he, kinda shocked, asks her "hey, you 'kay?"

And then the reader just looks at him with a confused expresion until she starts crying and shaking her head no while saying "I never was!"

This is my kinda prompt :D

Thank you for requesting!!

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

BEN

In all honesty, this dude can be pretty oblivious to what's going on around him, especially when it comes down to peoples' feelings. So he genuinely took your blitheful front at face value and assumed you were alright! How could you not be? You seemed so happy all the time!

However, these false conclusions came crumbling down when he spotted you alone in the living room, sporting a blank expression as you stared at what was seemingly nothing. It was a concerning sight, to say the least. So he laid down the food he'd just raided from the refrigerator and walked closer, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Uhh...Y/n? A-are you, like...okay?"

The response he got was certainly not one he was expecting, and it took him greatly off-guard. He was not good at dealing with this sorta stuff, and the way his body stiffened significantly was proof enough of that.

Still, he wasn't about to leave. That would just be immoral. So he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and tilted his head, letting you ramble on about how no one seemed to care about you even though you made it your #1 goal to ensure everyone else felt heard and accounted for. He held his hand up to halt your words and offered a sincere grin. "Hold up, hold up. I care about you. That counts for something, right?"

Jeff

He figured after seeing you around for a while that something had to be up with you. After all, nobody can be that happy 24/7. But you had never made any effort to signify that you wanted someone to acknowledge the potential struggles you had, so he kinda just shrugged it off with the thought, "if she needed comfort or something, she'd go to someone about it".

This theory of his backfired when he saw you looking so lost and saddened on the sofa, and it honestly startled him; what could have happened that made you so...gloomy? He had just returned from a mission, so his hoodie was coated with patches of fresh blood and his hair was messy, but he figured taking a shower could wait.

Hesitantly, he approached, raising a worried brow. "Y/n, hey. You good?" The glance that he received for that question made his stomach tense, and before he could really process it, you just started to cry, burying your face in your hands and explaining through tears how you felt ignored and insignificant. He blinked in confusion but sat down beside you nonetheless, resting his arms on his knees and leaning forward to get a look at your expression. His voice softened a bit.

"...Has this been happening for a while?" When you nodded, he huffed in contemplation, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Ya know, if you wanted help, you could've just asked. I know this place is chaotic, but bearing a burden like this alone is just not ideal. You gotta let people know how you feel. Otherwise they'll probably never catch on. They're all idiots."

You sniffled, and he gently patted your back, lacing a lighter tone into his words. "Feel free to come to me, okay? I know I can be an asshole but I promise I won't give you a hard time about it."

Helen

Like Ben, he's a bit unaware of what people are feeling, but only because he's always so lost in thought. From the way you carried yourself all the time, he was almost jealous of you. Why couldn't he be that content with his life? What was he doing wrong to prevent that?

He just kinda shut down for a few seconds when he noticed you on the couch, appearing solemn. What was he supposed to do? He's not a 'people person' by any means, and even so, the two of you were never very close. Then he thought back to that time he was being tormented by Johnny and you stood up for him, and a decision was made.

Hesitantly, he willed himself to walk over and sit a couple of feet away from you, staring at the floor and speaking in a low voice. "Are you...alright?"

"No. I haven't been. Not for a long time." It was difficult to comprehend, as you had never once acted miserable in the past, but here he was, and here you were, experiencing it. He listened unsurely to your venting without interruption, and when you tapered into a sob-brimmed silence, he took it as his cue to - albeit reluctantly - place a hand on your upper back and provide words of attempted consolation.

"...Sorry you've had to deal with that. If you want to...you can come up to my room and we can sketch or something? I have some extra supplies you can use. Just to...get your mind off of everything."

Toby

Toby is no stranger to feeling lonely or disregarded, except he never purposefully convinced people that he was 'okay'. He knew that you weren't what you seemed, however, and though he never attempted to further confirm this (he has his own troubles to worry about, after all), he still watched closely on occasion, as he's a naturally observant person.

Seeing you on the couch in the middle of the night rose questions within him, and he didn't put much thought behind the matter before stepping over and speaking with a muted voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," is what you mumbled after several moments, and he leaned away in mild alarm when you started crying. This was certainly a concerning thing to witness. Still, instinct kicked in, and he sat down close by your side, brushing some hair out of your face.

He didn't say anything, as he was never very skilled with verbal comfort, but when he realized that your emotional breakdown might last a while, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, expecting to be pushed away, but you only reciprocated.

And like that, you stayed, until you settled down enough to uphold a conversation. Then he opened his mouth. "Hey... Jane and I are getting together tomorrow to play chess. Wanna join us?"

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benoistthebunny · 2 years

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what we will and won't write!

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will do: angst fluff suggestive comfort fics character x reader character x character character x oc

won't do: smut, sorry. comfort fics for child loss. sorry, too soon.

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who we write for!

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dsmp c!dream--cc!dream--c!dreamXD c!sapnap--cc!sapnap c!georgenotfound--cc!georgenotfound c!karl--cc!karl c!quackity--cc!quackity c!tommy--cc!tommy c!ranboo--cc!ranboo c!tubbo--cc!tubbo c!wilbur--cc!wilbur--c!simpbur--c!revivebur--c!ghostbur cc!jack c!fundy--cc!fundy c!schlatt--cc!schlatt, maybe? c!philza--cc!philza c!technoblade

dead end: paranormal park barney logs norma badyah courtney

ghostbusters peter venkman raymond stantz egon spengler dana barrett janine melnitz

stranger things steve mike robin eddie hopper joyce vickie dustin will

creepypastas ticci toby eyeless jack laughing jack sally slenderman jaff the killer homicidal liu ben drowned bloody painter

markiplier and his egos markiplier warfstache darkiplier googleplier

sanrio hello kitty my melody kuromi pompompurin keroppi

and, random people i've written about before and wouldn't mind writing about again ash kabosu bo burnham benjamin the butler (wkm) corpse husband

!!you can always request stuff that isn't on here, and i'll see what i can do!!

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starlightgirl242 · 6 months

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Details for the BRUTAL Story of Father Fairest

Lore and Ideas for @benjaminthewolf.

WARNING: The following contains excessive angst, emotional and physical abuse, a lot of sadistic details, graphic violence, gore, and disturbing themes. If you’re disturbed by any of these, talk to your family or loved ones about it. You’re not the only one.

Reader’s discretion is advised.

Benjamin’s Nightmare [Feel Free to Use]

Everything is encased in a blanket of shadows… No noise, no sound, not even a single spot of light…

But in Soft BF’s P.O.V., he begins to get up, gradually opening his eyes as he hear his heart beating…

Once he’s fully awake, Soft Boyfriend looked around and discovered that he is within a small room that’s enclosed by such intense darkness, he could barely see his hands in front of him. Benjamin wearily begins to wonder about his whereabouts and notices that he’s no longer waking up on a soft, cozy bed. Instead, he woke up on a sleeping bag that’s lying on the hard wooden floor. Soft BF begins to feel his way around the room and over the door, the latter of which was locked tight. Determined to leave the area, Soft Boyfriend continued exploring the mysterious room for something that can help him escape, but there was nothing, not even a single key.

There were only musty, old furniture pieces, empty plastic water bottles, the sleeping bag mentioned earlier, a bucket, and a cat litter box. (Both of the last two are used as a bathroom) Worst yet, Benjamin discovered why there was absolutely no light in the room. The window is heavily boarded up. Heavy curtains hung over the nailed wooden planks, stopping any light that dared to pierce between the cracks. (If there’s a little nook between the planks, Soft Boyfriend would’ve peeked and see a blood red night sky.)

There were rats roaming around the room as well, along with large bloodstains on the floor, which only spooked Soft BF for a little bit. It was at this moment, that he realized that he is back to the one location that brought him so many awful memories. He’s at the attic of the Fairest mansion.

The Fable of the Fragile Fairest Child [DO NOT USE]

When Benjamin Fairest is a child, his biggest dream is to become a well known painter. But, his parents want him to follow his father’s footsteps and become a singer. The music life isn’t what Soft BF wanted, but what they FORCED upon him. He spent all his time and energy singing and studying since middle school. Whereas his grades are at their highest, his musical skills didn’t improve and his parents are getting impatient.

Even as a kid, Soft Boyfriend noticed that his future wasn’t what his father was worried about… Frank Fairest is afraid to be a disappointment to HIS parents, who happens to be musicians as well. (Softie’s grandmother is a renowned pianist and his grandfather is a world famous opera singer.)

But, the path Soft BF’s parents wanted begin to diverge and then came the bombshell…

Soft Boyfriend’s grandparents told his father that “It’s no use” and “There’s no way an unwilling child like Benjamin could become a singer”. That’s when Soft BF’s grandma begins to comfort her teary eyed grandson with freshly baked cookies, warm hugs, and kisses and tells Soft Boyfriend that “If his passion for making art makes him happy, then he’ll work hard to make sure that his dream will come true!”. His grandfather, on the other hand, chastised both of Benjamin’s parents, telling them that he’s disappointed in them and they can’t even raise a child properly.

(To put it simply, Soft BF’s grandparents are authoritative, kind, and gentle towards Softie and they love him more than his parents.)

After his grandfather scolded him, Frank Fairest revealed his true colors to his son. He begins to beat Soft BF to a bloody pulp and burn his son’s chest with lit cigarettes in frustration and his wife will spew curse words and insults at him, blaming him for “everything he puts them through”.

The Imprisoned Son [DO NOT USE]

After the school shooting incident, Benjamin was put into home school when he reached 11th grade in high school. But in actuality, his parents drugged Soft BF during breakfast and locked him up in the attic room. When he wakes up, they tell him that “He’ll be released if he promised to get his stupid dreams out of his head.” (Referring to Soft Pico and Soft Boyfriend’s dream of being a painter.) Each time Benjamin refused, his incarceration will be extended. His parents’ plan was to keep their son confined in the attic until he promised to do everything his parents say. They thought that he would relent on the spot. However, Soft BF furiously vowed to NEVER give in to his parents’ demands and break himself free.

During his imprisonment, Soft Boyfriend is given a water bottle and a few scraps of food to sustain himself. On Fridays, it’s leftovers from this evening’s dinner. However, on weekdays, his parents didn’t give him anything to eat, so he had to fast. And after a while, he was so hungry that he would brutally stomp on mice with his right foot, eat their remains, and guzzles a full bottle of water to keep them down. Soft BF didn’t want to kill any of the living creatures in the attic (the ones that managed to make their way inside), and his stomach is begging him to throw up, but he had no choice.

He would scream until his voice gives out and bash at the door until his knuckles were bloody and bruised. But, each time he cries for help, Father Fairest will enter the attic and starts attacking him relentlessly, with a massive amount of blood drenched in various directions & leaving Benjamin with bloody wounds and a black eye.

No matter how much he pleaded, his parents wouldn’t release Soft BF. No one ever came in the attic, not even to clean up. Benjamin had no contact with the outside world and was isolated in his attic prison from everyone and everything.

It went on like this for 4 years and 9 months until Soft Boyfriend was found by a maid, believing that there’s a ghost in the attic. Afterwards, he is sent to the hospital to recover from the traumatic experience and is given a hearty meal to regain his strength until he’s healthy enough to be discharged.

The Story’s Giant & Tiny Method [Feel Free to Use]

Father Fairest throws a pair of black and white shoes on the floor in front of Soft Boyfriend, which happens to belong to his partner in crime, Soft Pico. Inside of the right shoe, there’s a miniature shrinking device (that tiny little device with four claw-like appendages on the bottom of it and a button on top) that can help Benjamin whenever he’s in trouble. Soft BF grabs the monochrome footwear and retrieve the device posthaste. Without a minute to lose, Soft Boyfriend placed it on his arm and proceeds to push the button to get smaller.

Once he had been miniaturized, Benjamin begins to make a mad dash towards the attic door, running away from his violent father. On the halfway point, his little legs begin to tire out and he slows down briefly. Sensing his fatigue, the attic rat swiftly rushes up to Soft BF in order to pick him up and gives him a ride to the exit. Just before they can make a quick getaway, Father Fairest stops the rodent by stomping hard on its tail, putting an end to Soft Boyfriend’s great escape. With a sinister smile on his face, Father Fairest picks up his miniature son and scoffs at his pathetic escape plan, even went as far as comparing Benjamin to a rat, which only fuels Soft BF’s anger to a greater extent.

A Scream from a Scary Dream [Feel Free to Use]

Soft Boyfriend suddenly screams his lungs out as soon as he wakes up from his nightmare, scaring off the slumbering birds outside. Once he had calmed down, he’s sitting in the bed of the guest room in Soft Pico’s house (with two pieces of Soft BF’s luggage beside the bed, right where he placed them), relieved that his body, flesh, and clothes stayed intact.

Just as Benjamin begins to cry, Soft Pico arrives the area in a flash. When Soft BF’s teary eyes met his partner’s concerned gaze, he wastes no time in wrapping both of his arms around Soft Pico, holding him snug and tight against his being whilst allowing himself to cry, his tears flowing freely, as he release all of his emotions at once. Next, Soft Pico asked Soft Boyfriend about what’s troubling him and why is he crying. Benjamin, who’s shedding a lot of tears, tells him about his awful nightmare and his father returning to get his revenge. Afterwards, Soft Pico hugs his saddened partner close to comfort Soft BF and tells him that he’s here for him and his parents are NEVER coming back.

After a few minutes of sobbing, Soft Boyfriend asks Soft Pico if he can sleep with him in his room for tonight. When he confirmed his answer to Benjamin, Soft Pico takes him to his bedroom where a softer and warmer bed patiently awaits (with a refreshing cup of water to boot).

(For context: After the holiday incident at the mall (Soft Mod’s Week 5), Father Fairest is sent to a high-security prison for the criminally insane and serving his life sentence here and Mother Mairest became volatile due to the abuse making headlines & her and her husband’s reputation plummeting to the ground, so much so that hearing the name “Benjamin” infuriates her significantly. Because of this, she became mentally unstable and had to be hospitalized. Soft BF made the decision to pack up his stuff and move out of the Fairest mansion, leaving his metaphorical prison for a better life. When he tells his partner that he’s going to stay at his place instead, Soft Pico couldn’t be any happier and willingly accepts his offer.)

#story ideas #very scary #monday night munchin’#monday night munchin #fnf soft

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