#Creepypasta stuff

[vinnyandthephenomena]

just a guy and his yearning for creepypasta men

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

The opening of a downfall

the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby

Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).

A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).

3rd person

The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.

This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.

The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.

Y/N POV

I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.

Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and I were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.

As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.

Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the heavy makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.

Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.

As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.

A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

[horror-stuff]

To all my followers, I'm gonna probably stop posting "girlblogging content" sorry for those of you who followed me specifically for that stuff, I will however MAYBE keep posting 2014 stuff idk

[yourwworstnightmare]

i was thinking about it lately. I'm writing my own story and it doesn't have gore, as it has more of a psychological turn, so i got interested in fandom's thoughts on this topic. What does a non-gorey creepypasta need to have to scare it's reader?

the only pasta that wasn't particularly gorey that i've stumbled upon was ben drowned, if we're talking about the arg version. maybe i didn't search hard enough...

if you're still here - i would've loved if you recommend me good non-gorey reads, i will be very grateful to have some examples of how i can make my own story scary enough! <3

[engravedlives]

black and white graphics stamps

[stealingyourbones]

Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.

[adaki]

Wanted to try drawing something a little ornate, I think they’d make each other worse

[smiledog16]

hello marble hornets and slenderverse community

please be nice i have just been born /j

enjoy! the slenderman

[creepycatboyz]

laughy boy :)

[jeffthekillerzblog]

hi… long time no seeee

[mykindacanon]

Some of my first doodles of the Witchlight weirdos. I also drew gricko and frost but they were bad so no :)

[vinnyandthephenomena]

got into my old wattpad account and went through my library ! needless to say i needed my ipad taken away.

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

Y/n- Toby I think I-

Toby- You don’t do that very well.

[e3rt]

Yurrrp

[yourwworstnightmare]

i was thinking about it lately. I'm writing my own story and it doesn't have gore, as it has more of a psychological turn, so i got interested in fandom's thoughts on this topic. What does a non-gorey creepypasta need to have to scare it's reader?

the only pasta that wasn't particularly gorey that i've stumbled upon was ben drowned, if we're talking about the arg version. maybe i didn't search hard enough...

if you're still here - i would've loved if you recommend me good non-gorey reads, i will be very grateful to have some examples of how i can make my own story scary enough! <3

[engravedlives]

more red graphics stamps blinkies