#tombtober

[necroromantics]

🧵 — Creeps Costumes

what would the creeps dress up as for halloween?

- jeff dresses up as the joker every single year. specifically heath ledgers joker because he quotes “wanna know how i got these scars?” constantly. its insufferable

- nina always goes as harley quinn to match with him. they didnt plan this, she just wanted to be included

- ben dresses up as link, and sally as zelda

- toby and natalie go as prisoner/cop respectively. whenever toby pisses her off, she beats him up with her baton

- jack goes as hannibal. nobody finds it funny but him

- tim and brian cycle through different slashers. they stay in to hand out candy so they don’t bother going all out

- jane and her wife, mary, do those cliché wholesome pinterest costumes. these two also stay in to hand out candy. this year they’re going as devil (jane) and angel (mary)

#tombtober #creepypasta #ticci toby #jane the killer #clockwork #eyeless jack #sally williams #jeff the killer #nina the killer #marble hornets #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon

[toughtinkart]

⚔️ how meat loves meat ⚔️

late for locked tombtober, but this one was going to be for “trinity, tomb, love.”

#when ur gf catches u sucking face with ur childhood crush #embarassing amiright #nona the ninth spoilers #nona the ninth #ntn #the locked tomb #tlt #harrowhark nonagesimus #alecto the first #alecto the ninth #and poor little griddle at the door #blood #tw blood

[ohthetombraider]

I have to say I’m loving all the inktober activity for tomb raider & Lara Croft here on tumblr and on Twitter.

#tomb raider #lara croft #classic tomb raider #tr art #tr illustration #inktober #tombtober

[anentireamazon]

Inktober

DAY 11: Biography

You are my daughter, Lady Lara Croft, Duchess of Saint Bridget... and you will obey me.

#born to be a legend #she is not a lady #she is the queen #lara croft #tomb raider #archaeologist #adventurer #core design #inktober day 11 #inktober #inktober 2019 #tombtober #tombtober19 #fan art

[avalencias]

posted this to the tomb last night for inktober....tombtober.......#vii for eighth house. cheers to my first time drawing silas or colum, got more emotional ab it that i’d thought

#the locked tomb #silas octakiseron #colum asht #my things #lbr inktober/tombtober is gonna be sporadic AT BEST from me #but the new tablet......ah #new tablet vs working.....rough #anyway at some point i'll commit fully to inking dynamically or whatever #but last night was not it clearly #SIDENOTE vector layers on clip studio??? holy shit

[necroromantics]

🪦 — TOMBTOBER !

🎃 - Hello ladies, gentlemen and everything in between. Today I announce to you my personal Halloween writing challenge Ill be doing all throughout the month of October

🪓 - Every other day, starting today, I will be posting prompts for Creeps alongside a piece of writing. These will range from short stories to headcanons to small little tidbits. From angst, to fluff, to horror.

⚰️ - Im using this as a way to practice writing, it’ll all be posted under the #tombtober tag so look out for that if you’re interested. Feel free to use these prompts as well :]

Artist: @ ijustwannahavefunn

#tombtober #creepypasta

[necroromantics]

🍂 — Sally // Mess

oct 7th writing prompt

- screams echoed throughout the depths of the forest. loud, abominable screams. it was just about guttural, anyone could hear the desperation and frustration deep within the roaring shrieks.

- the source, was a little girl. a little girl who had died. a little girl who was angry she died.

- sally williams was a spirit stuck in a time loop of sorts. she would go through the cycles of her life unto death, and now she was cycling through the anger of the betrayal she experienced.

- this would happen every so often. the creatures and dwellers of the forest knew better now than to disrupt the childs temper tantrum. some, even understood that choking rage that consumed her.

- her hair frizzed and her eyes sparked as if she had been shocked. sallys typically peachy skin was cold and greying, complimented by dark crimson blood pouring down from a deep head wound. it looked fresh.

- the childs brow furrowed and her nose scrunched, forming a snarl as she wailed and screeched. her tiny body floated up amongst the destruction, trees falling around her from the sheer blasts of her furious demolition.

- surrounding area was dark, destroyed. debris was flying around the girl, being thrown around like a tornado, with sally in the eye of the storm.

- in the midst of the betrayal-induced rampage, a softened voice spoke from the ground below the levitating ghost.

- “sally? it’s me, jack.”

- “go away” a low, growl escaped the wretched girl, sick with hatred and disdain. her words boomed out like lightning, causing more of the surrounding nature to rip, tear, and collapse.

- cautiously approaching, jack made his whereabouts known through a series of clicks of his tongue. it must’ve been hard for the girl to see through her tears.

- ignoring the pieces of branch and rocks being thrown around by unseen force, and the ear-scraping wails from the hurt child, he gently reached up and placed his claw onto her trembling hand. she was so cold. the air around her smelt like death, blood, dirt and years of pain.

- tenderly and softly, he continued. “its time to come down now, sally.”

- “no! he has to pay!” she screamed. her puffy, tired eyes hid behind her long brown hair that covered her face, now wetted by her tears and spit.

- “hes gone now, its okay. you can come down.”

- slowly, jack let the little girl fall down into his arms, guided down by his hand. as she lowered, the beast hummed and cradled her. her small fists grabbed onto his black sweater, sniffling and breathing through her quietening sobs.

- “what a mess you’ve made”, he said through a fanged smile, smelling the destruction sit heavy in the air around the two. the surrounding woods was littered with disarray, but somehow the two knew that for now, everything was okay.

#yall know i had to do another jack/sally fluff #tombtober #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #sally williams #creepypasta sally

[necroromantics]

👻 — Eyeless Jack // Alone

oct 5th writing prompt

- the summer had passed by jack like a bullet train. warm sun sitting patiently on the blue skies. it seemed to him that in one blink, it was gone.

- now the skies have greyed, days have shortened. the mighty oak trees once a vibrant hue of green now painted a burnt pallet of reds and oranges.

- the approaching dark season could be smelt in the open, cooling air. leaves wilting and making their dance to the earth, creating piles around the forest grounds.

- tonight was halloween. the holidays were an especially difficult time for the beast. it was only a painful reminder of what he once was, and all the rights of life he had lost.

- it was lonely. god, the creature was so alone. and sitting in his decaying cabin, away from the world, he laid himself back onto the tar-stained mattress and tried not to think of the hunger that scraped and clawed inside of him.

- he had heard past of some other creeps plans to go out into the nearby town to wreak havoc. for killers and criminals, they all seemed so desperate to cling on to the humanity of holidays.

- the celebration, gathering. the connection between people. the worst of the worst would band together for one night to embrace their humanity and just have fun.

- but jack wasnt human. he wasnt that lucky.

- so nights like these, when it’s nothing but a beckoning reminder. it made him feel uneasy. it made him hungry.

- his bottom lip trembled for a moment as his breathing began to shallow and lower. it was if his body was rejecting something. alone in his small, broken down cabin, he fought with himself.

- it was if his desire for what once was, was being torn to shreds within him.

- a small knock at the front door intruded his own little world for a moment as his body shot up and his ears perked, listening for any dangers.

- for just a moment there was silence, before another small knock persevered.

- cautiously, the large demon made his way to the door and peered outside.

- “trick or treat!”

- a little girl with long, thick brown hair and a 1970s pink nightgown smiled excitedly up at jack, holding out a plastic pumpkin bucket. he quickly identified her as sally williams, a child spirit who often wanders around the woods. the creature had formed something of a caretaker bond with the spirit over time.

- looking at the innocent, and determined, smile beaming from the giddy child, he nearly forgot about the tragedy etched into his bones.

- “i dont have any candy for you, sally. i didn’t expect anybody to stop by tonight.”

- the delighted grin on the little girls face softened, and furrowed into a pout.

- “oh but jack, give me something wont you? everyone has left to town, and i cant follow! youre all i have left.”

- for a moment, a sinking feeling overtook him, a close relative to the strength of guilt. he sighed in surrender and turned to scavenge for something in his kitchen to give sally for halloween. surely he must have something. he couldn’t live with himself if he disappointed her, when all she was doing was for one night, trying to reclaim her humanity.

- after a minute of going through his nearly empty cupboards, he found a can of chocolate pudding hiding away in the dark of a creaky old pantry. this’ll have to do, he thought to himself.

- jack returned to the swaying spirit, who was eagerly awaiting his return with her treat. gently placing the pudding into her bucket with his beastly claws, he smiled a toothy grin at the girl.

- sally smiled back and twirled around, her gown and hair flowing with her movement. giggling to herself, she thanked jack and made her way back into the depths of the forest.

- as he watched the ghostly girl rush away so excitedly to find her next victim of halloween tradition, the man toyed with a rather risky idea.

- maybe he wasn’t as alone as he thought he was.

#tombtober #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #ej #creepypasta ej #creepypasta eyeless jack #sally williams #eyeless jack headcanon

[necroromantics]

🩸 — Nurse Ann // Infection

oct 11th writing prompt

- ann dug her slender, coarse, shaky fingers into her wound, picking out a squirming maggot and tossing it onto the ground of the abandoned morgue.

- her breathing was shallow and hitched, fighting off the rot that consumed her. the stitches that held her dismembered limbs together were now loosening, and her skin was flaking.

- she was supposed to have more time. but she was ill with decay. time was catching up to the undead nurse now, and she couldn’t save herself from the infection of fate anymore.

- a fool she was to run from the scythe of death, the boney cold hands of reaper wrapped around her neck and squeezed her bleeding throat.

- pus and foam oozed viciously from the corners of her mouth, leaking down her spoiling skin.

- this time, ann couldn’t fight her way out. she was sick with sisyphian punishment, and left as nothing but a dead corpse unresponsive on the cold morgue floor.

- it was the way it should’ve been, the way it had to be.

#tombtober #creepypasta #nurse ann #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta nurse ann #nurse ann creepypasta #nurse ann headcanons

[necroromantics]

🍭 — Laughing Jack // Teeth

oct 3rd writing prompt

- the tall clown dug his long, slender black and white claws into the mouth of the child, snapping open their jaw. a loud sobbing scream bellowed from the young victims lungs, as a beg for mercy.

- holding their maw open with one talon, he grabbed a handful of razor-blade infested candy in the other and began to shovel it into the tunnel of their throat.

- a sick, sadistic smile twisted and contorted onto his monochrome face as a loud cackle roared out through the abandoned carnival grounds.

- looking deep into the eyes of the dying, frightened child which choked and sputtered on the blood spewing from their throat. he spoke in a snicker as he continued to shove sweets into their cracked open jaw.

- “don’t let the candy rot your teeth!”

#this is short as fuck #ive never written for lj #im listening to creepy circus music… #tombtober #laughing jack #creepypasta #creepypasta lj #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta laughing jack #lj #laughing jack headcanons

[necroromantics]

🎃 — Tim // Mystery

oct. 1st writing prompt

- tim was never the type to celebrate halloween, he didn’t even put up decorations

- he wasn’t bitter about it, but he didn’t have much care for holidays. never celebrated as a child, which followed him into adulthood

- on the last night of october, he sat on his recliner reeled back with his hands clasped over his chest and his eyes closed. the distant laughter and chatter from children trick or treating filled the air, creating a lighthearted atmosphere

- this didn’t last long as a loud knock on his front door shattered the relaxing ambiance like a glass plate hitting the floor. tim’s thick brow furrowed as his eyes fluttered open.

- he could’ve sworn he put up a “no candy here” sign. or maybe these kids couldn’t read, or were annoying enough to not care.

- not moving from his seat, he waited for the knocker to make their leave. but soon, another loud knock roared through the room from his front door.

- a frustrated groan left his scowling lips as he got up from his chair and made his way to the door, pulling it open and ready to scold some children.

- to his surprise, no one was there. no one was even walking down his drive way. his eyes scanned the dark of his front yard, and the families walking past his house.

- and then tims eyes met the ground. or, moreso, what was on the ground.

- on his front step was a pumpkin with a piece of paper stabbed into it with a kitchen knife. tim eyed the outdoors once more for any suspicious figures and promptly dragged the pumpkin inside for better inspection

- at first he thought some teenagers were upset about the no candy, and decided to do something different from egging houses this year. but then he read the note.

- “i know what you’ve done, tim.” with the very familiar operator symbol sketched messily underneath the scrawled words

- no normal stupid teen would know that symbol.

- for a second, he was worried. he almost reached for his phone to call brian. but then he realized it was halloween, and on this day the creeps go wild. it seems this year, tim was their unfortunate target.

- he tossed the pumpkin out, paper, knife, and all, and took his seat once again on his comfortable recliner chair.

- as soon as his body hit cushion, another loud series of knocks erupted from his door. now he was getting very irritated.

- storming towards the front door, he quickly ripped it open ready to pick a fight with whoever was interrupting his time to relax. he wasn’t having it.

- and of course, nobody was there.

- no one. nobody was anywhere. his eyes darted around the neighborhood and noticed not a single child, mother, teen, anyone, was around.

- until his eyes clicked onto a figure standing across the street, wearing a michael myers mask and holding what appeared to be a knife

- was he scared? not in the slightest. was he pissed right off? absolutely.

- tim glared at the figure who only stared right back, unmoving, and reached for his 12-gauge shotgun which leaned up against the small table he kept by the entrance. just in case.

- with attitude he waved it around, showing off his right to bare arms and mocking the figure ahead

- in reply, it only stood still and stared. up until a loud crash was heard from his back kitchen.

- “what the fuck?”

- tim took his gun with him, closing and locking the front door behind him, and made his way silently to the kitchen. he entered cautiously through the doorway and eyed the mess on the floor, alongside the decapitated head that seemed to be what smashed through the window

- mystery solved.

- with a frustrated sigh, tim crouched down and picked up the head, tossing it into a garbage bag. he swept up the shards of glass and made his way outside his house with the bag draped over his shoulder.

- he knew who the prankster was now, and he was furious. one day, thats all he asks, is just one day for some peace and quiet.

- tim went toe to toe with the looming figure that stood across the street, now an arms length away. he was glaring holes through the myers mask the no-longer-stranger was wearing. his thick arms were crossed in disdain.

- “alright kid, cut the shit. take off that ugly mask, im not playing your-“

- “hey tim did you like your present?” a sly chuckle came from behind the man. toby was wearing a jason mask, wielding his axe and coming from the house.

- tims heart sank. if toby was back there, who was he talking to?

- he quickly turned back around to face the silent masked stranger and when he did, no one was there. vanished without a trace.

- “what the fuck…?”

- “what? you mad?” the younger mocked, stepping to meet tim’s side and removing the jason mask he wore. “cmon timmy don’t be such an ass. if it makes you feel any better, they were already dead when i cut the head off.”

- “no- shut up. listen. if you were the one who threw the head through my window, who the fuck was standing across the street?” tim said with unease.

- “whatre you on about?”

- tim looked around the neighborhood now once again introducing children and families, toby didn’t seem to have seen the man who was just standing face to face with tim a second ago.

- “look man, you better take that shit inside. or dispose of it. get the fuck off the streets,” toby scolded in a low, quiet tone.

- the older scanned the area for any sign of the masked man, but to no avail. the putrid smell of the rotting flesh hit his nose and tim realized it was time to go back inside

- once evidence was rid of, he finally put an end to the exhausting night and made his way to his bedroom. as he walked through the door, his heart began to beat so hard in his chest, he felt it in his throat

- the michael myers mask the stranger was wearing was sat neatly atop his pillow.

#tombtober #creepypasta #marble hornets #tim wright #creepypasta masky

[necroromantics]

⚰️ — Kate The Chaser // Game

oct 9th writing prompt

- kate is big into video games, she has been since she was young.

- due to her light sensitivity and migraines, she prefers to play games with darker colour palettes

- also a huge fan of classic horror

- playstation loyalist. she regularly gets into heated arguments with other creeps on which console is better. she almost broke tobys nose for insisting xbox was better before she found out he never had either growing up

- silent hill is her all time favourite. she would also play resident evil, i have no mouth and i must scream, and sanitarium so much it got tiring

- kate would frequent her local game stop so often the employees recognized her. gaining herself a trophy of undereye bags from labouring away at her screen all night

- even after she found herself falling victim to her own horror game of sorts, the girl kept these things dear to her. the video games she grew up with was something of a last bit of her humanity she held onto

- though it’s scratched and unplayable now, she carries around her old resident evil disk for good luck

#geekass chick #shes so cool #tombtober #creepypasta #kate the chaser #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta kate the chaser #slender the arrival #kate milens #kate the chaser headcanons #creepypasta headcanons #kate creepypasta

[necroromantics]

TOMB FREAK.

🪦. Tomb - male- 19 yrs

> I write headcanons for Creepypasta (check out my laundry and taxes fanfic) (and the AU @creepedverse made by me and my friends) (the creepypantheon AU can be found under the #tombtcp tag)

% Asks OPEN, requests CLOSED [guidelines]

# Messages open for anyone 18+

@ DNI if you don’t want to see TicciWork. Or if you're proship, thats fucking weird. Or if you moralize/dehumanize people with personality disorders gtfo

& BYF I DO NOT WRITE NSFW, I yap so much, I advocate/talk about mental health issues openly, I might post dark content/themes (dead dove, artistic form), I'm blunt but I dont mean to be mean, I like to be joyous and whimsical so keep petty negativity away. I believe in creative freedom. I can and I do reclaim the r-slur.

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⚰️. INTERESTS: MY GIRLFRIEND, psychology, Creepypasta, Slenderverse, Homestuck, loud music, creative writing, learning, philosophy, 2000s-2010s, art, poetry, movies, film making, House MD, hopecore, positivity, old technology, classic literature, collecting random shit (coins, books, postcards, porcelain dolls), scrapbooking, Minecrart

.xx

“Vixi Liber Et Moriar”

#cryptpasta #tombtcp #tombtalk #tomboc #tombfic #tombwrites #tombtober #creepypasta

[necroromantics]

📻 — Clockwork // Watching

oct 13th writing prompt

- for what seemed like eternity, the girl stood silent in the bathroom of her childhood home. blood of her family splattered coats of victory, triumph, on her trembling hands.

- she stared mindlessly at the ticking pocket watch that laid on the countertop, her breathing shallow. every second that passed, righteous fury built up. killing them wasn’t enough. she needed complete retribution. and she was so, so angry.

- so much time had passed. she remembered the times she would sit in the shower, scrubbing mercilessly at her body. she remembered the beatings, the smell of alcohol. she remembered how utterly powerless she was in her own life.

- a wave of nausea flowed over her, still caught in her daze watching the clock tick on. so much had been taken from her. sixteen long years in that house, not even time healed these wounds.

- natalie squeezed her fists shut, and a sharp sensation of despair and anger fuelled desperation ran its course through her tired body. a loud, primal scream bellowed from the depths of her lungs as she slammed her hands on to the counter.

- without second thought, she drove her fingers in to her left eye socket, digging them under her eyeball. as she continued to scream, now a mix of sob and pain, she tugged as hard as she could and ripped it out.

- the same eye her mother would lay meaningless kisses on to. a sore apology for the years of neglect and abuse. that woman was dead now, her body left to rot down the hall of the small mobile home they lived in.

- a rush of adrenaline and unbridled rage covered the excruciating pain, and natalie continued to push the boundaries of her own body. she crossed lines, and once she realized she could maim and mutilate and the world wouldnt come to an end, she crossed them again.

- her hand, stained red and shaking with violence, grasped the small pocket watch that had been ticking away ruthlessly through it all. prying open her socket with one hand, she used her other to force the clock in to the space her eye once was. her vision was blurry, she didn’t know if she was losing consciousness or if she had turned herself blind.

- the girls breathing was heavy as she groaned and whined through hitched sobs. though, not a single tear had fallen that night.

- once the watch squished and pushed its way in to place, it was almost a perfect fit.

- the clock-eyed brunette stared at herself in the mirror, deep red smeared across her face and the sink. it was a bloodbath. a shocked, nervous chuckle escaped the girls trembling lip as she took a deep breath in and processed what she had done.

- that night, natalie ouellette had died alongside her family, and only clockwork had made it out alive.

#tombtober #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #clockwork headcanons #creepypasta clockwork #natalie ouellette

[necroromantics]

Ill post the Tombtober prompt a bit delayed cuz I have been hit with worlds worst writers block

#tombtalk

[anentireamazon]

Inktober

DAY 5: Weapon

If it’s alive, then he is alive too.

#lara croft #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider angel of darkness #kurtis trent #core design #inktober #inktober day 5 #tombtober #inktober 2019 #tombtober 2019 #tombtober19