#Limbo in Immortality

[crawavesse]

Memory lane on how I come up with the fanfic stories : Marble Hornets x Creepypasta , Immortal Universe/Limbo in Immortality

Marble Hornets spoiler below.

I have made this idea ever since I have interacted with Marble Hornets and Creepypasta through Deviantart. My poor highschool mind...

I originally write this out of spite for what Creepypasta fandom has done toward Marble Hornets character and butchering their characters and story, diminishing them to just their masked form and made what's behind the mask inconsistent despite Marble Hornets was not a Creepypasta OC but an Analog horror played with actors. So I write this story while using Hoodie and Masky actor faces and personality (with a few we see for Brian/Hoodie) instead of the popular interpretation.

I was also at first tried to write Ticci Toby similarly to what the original author written him, cause he was mad with how people written him as peppy and cheery guy. Emphasis on "tried" though. I also fail miserably in the end.

In this fanfiction, Toby was the main character and the story plot was basically figuring out the mystery of Brian. Because this is Marble Hornets x Creepypasta, they all lived in Slenderman mansion. And all the location in Marble Hornets also here.

I barely write the story when I eventually abandoned it because I was overthinking it too much (per usual)

But me leaving this story for several years was not a bad thing cause I eventually see I was writing it for all the wrong reason. Sure I was writing it for me, but I also see how much I limited myself (or maybe overexert myself) just so I could follow the guideline when there is no guideline to begin with. Jeff The Killer backstory was not written by the original author and yet at one point it has become my bible when creating him. Same goes with Eyeless Jack where his backstory was also written by someone else.

Everything I thought about how Brian act and think during his masked era was just that, headcanon. In the end I can never prove it my idea was correct because we will never truly see things from Brian's pov, because my headcanon for Brian in his masked era was an intense paranoia combined with hallucinations where he can't separate reality from his mind

And also I write the story out of anger and pettiness. And I don't like the idea of writing a story just to make me think I was better than other writers or I was the right one, they didn't even try to be accurate.

So I done a complete overhaul to the story, although it's a slow process.

First, I still use Ticci Toby for the MC in this second iteration. But because I realized his personality is super ooc and the author didn't want people to use his character anymore, I gave this character many changes. First, I named him Tobiel Castor. Kastoway => Castor. This is my way of showing that despite I didn't use their character anymore, his story resonated strongly with me and I wanted to show my appreciation to him.

I haven't fully decided on the plot for this second iteration, but I remember wanting to make him and Tim to be rivals, just like in Creepypasta version. In the final iteration, it still happened, but they eventually became best friend.

I do not exactly remember what happened next in my brain, but I then decided Tim will be the main character in act 1 and Tobiel will become MC in act 2 of the story. It's because im second iteration, Tobiel would be told to hate Tim because he refused to follow the rules. But why tho? If I added Tim's story in act one, I don't have to think hard on how ro introduce this part in Tobiel's story!

..... In hindsight, I probably can explain it slowly in Tobiel's pov, but I have and habit of tell than show, so I dunno. It's a predicament. But either say, back to the past.

I currently can't remember what made me come up with this premise, but eventually I decided that "forced immortality" will be the part of the main plot. I think it's because some Marble Hornets scenes where the bodies in the sub dimension/The Operator dimension looks extremely fresh.

Or maybe just because ever since I was a child, I was always into writing story about immortals and semi immortals people ever since I watched Digimon and making Devilmon into the semi immortal species. Short lore about them, in my AU/headcanon, Devilmon was originally human before a gooey thing like Venom latches onto them and turn them into Devilmon. Too much of it, you'll lose all of your humanity and turn into feral monster. A bit and resist the gooey influence, and you'll become Devilmon. Other than looking similar to one another, they will also forget their human name, but better evoking than one part of their humanity rather than their entire memories.

Short lore over. But dang, that's one of my favourite fanfic I have written even as a elementary student.

I'll explain Tim's Act in different Post. Not just because this is already long, but also because Tim's act was when I started to really figuring out how the Immortality system works in this fanfic.

Thank you for reading this

[void-dude]

SUPRISE!!!

As I promised, the AU will get a couple more instalments because it has a soft spot in my heart. Now I know it’s been SOOOO LONG and most people aren’t gonna look at this but it was fun and I like this AU so Uuuhh YEAH ENJOY

[byfulcrums]

I love TOA so fucking much. The way it makes it clear that the gods are people. The way it makes us realize that so many of them are victims too. The way it tells us that they might've been victims once, but now they're almost as bad as their abusers

The emotions of a human are not things a god should feel. Apollo says this multiple times. Humans feel bad when they kill others. They love, hate, get angry — they are happy. Their lives are so so short, but they somehow manage to change drastically during them, shaping the world after their image in a different (and sometimes better) way than the gods'

Gods cannot do any of this. Gods are immortal, unchanging, uncaring. Gods leave their children to die. Gods have sex only to abandon their lovers later. Gods are jealous beings, the opposite of good people. Gods are not people at all, is what they want us to think

But Apollo, turned human and far weaker than he ever was, is still a god. He has thousands of years of memory — he is jealous, he abandoned his children and lovers, he sent little kids to do things for him when he could've very easily done it himself. And yet, he cares. He's surprisingly selfless, even if he tries to convince us otherwise, and he loves and has given up on expecting something in return

Apollo is a god. Apollo is the living proof that gods aren't unchanging — he's the reason we know that gods are people. Some very powerful and fucked up people, but people nonetheless

And here's the thing: Apollo's given up on all that, a long time before we see him for the first time. The gods used to care. But their caring brought pain and despair upon the world and they don't seem to realize (or maybe they just don't care. Ha. Pun) that their uncaring attitude is doing the exact same thing

Even if they could, some of them wouldn't visit their children. They're not good people, after all. But they can try

Apollo wants to try. He wants to change for the better, and this isn't something good for a god, but he still does. And I think that the other gods could too, some day

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[drivestraight]

how would a hypothetical norstappen fallout / hostility towards each other affect your maxcar fic… hypothetically… of course…

it would kind of fix all of my problems with the fic. ngl... lemme see if i can rework it...

[insidi0summoved]

there is something extremely amusing in the way that whenever someone tries to hurt / kill nick, he is just very welcoming to the act. he may ridicule them and be a sarcastic asshole about the whole ordeal but along the way this man truly has lost any sort of sense of self preservation.

[fluffypotatey]

Every time I see poor Macky get his Shadow Lantern yoinked away from him in fic, I’d be playing tug of war and whining about getting it back and he’s just okay with it ajsmksks, that’s your silly favorite autistically loved item fight for it bro 😭 What do I gotta do to make Macky cry and not make him a complete baby 🤔 sometimes I think what would happen if, instead of LBD finding him, the local animal control and zoo got to his amnesiac revived fluffy behind instead. Hey hey you think when he talked about having a taste of death and not being a fan, he pondered about Wukong’s drive for immortality and didn’t like the kind of understanding he finally had of the fear?

see, i was laughing, anon. you gave me a very funny image of LBD finding Macky in a zoo.....and then i'm being hit by a bus with emotions for that last comment

[loki-ioki]

Happy (almost) New Year, have this drawing that has nothing to do with it. Volo and his daughter, Oro, can be happy. Once.

[winnie-the-monster]

“Because as far as I can tell being immortal means being alone. Being alone is hopeless.”

Thinking about how they had Landon say this at the very beginning of s2. Only for the writers to turn around and have that exactly be what his ending is. Bc if I remember right Brett said something about how Landon is immortal again, now that he’s the ferryman. So he’s immortal, forever alone in limbo and lost all hope of ever leaving. 😡😡😭😭

[canis-dies]

... having a great time.

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[crawavesse]

The Cosmos

The cosmos in "Limbo in Immortality".

Drawn using msPaint. This is what I imagine the Cosmos/Universe would look like in “Limbo in Immortality” world. Tbh, it’s looks nothing like in my mind, but I feel like this is better than what I originally had in mind. The galaxy has never looked as tasty as this! (Nyam! I want to eat some eggs now!) I really love the end result. I can stare at this forever…. I was inspired to create this…

[brinaarcadia]

Been hearin' rumors. Sounds like somebody name o' Wales is startin' up worship services down in Siren Alley, believe it or not. All faiths and creeds welcome, they says. They got big promises… salvation, immortality. A way outta here. I don't care how crazy it sounds -- a way outta Rapture's music to my ears. Next Sunday morning… I'll be there.

[greenapplebling]

Tim: Who suffers more, God or us?

Jason: God will suffer when I get there

Dick: And that's why he won't let you die for real

Jason: Cursed with immortality? Outrageous...

Tim: Or cursed to spend your other life in the limbo

Jason: I'm banned from Hell too??

[callibrin]

"Makhesa, the fifth bishop, the god of Life. His followers, blessed by him, never knew true death again. From the moment the Bearer of the Purple Crown appeared, the world was cursed to eternal existence. The other Bishops, oh, they thrived on this, binding their flock with trust and loyalty.

But eternal life came with a price. The longer beings dodged death, the closer the Curse came, poisoning mind and body. The cursed, they lost themselves, piece by piece — self-control, memories of loved ones, compassion... all replaced by an insatiable hunger and emptiness. The fight against the Curse was futile, with medicines and resources dwindling year after year.

Makhesa began to doubt. What is Life without an end? What is the purpose of his existence, to guard a suffering, decaying immortal world? Would it not be kinder to free the world from this curse he so loved?

The Bishops feared change, they feared finitude. But most of all, they feared losing their brother. So, they imprisoned the god of Life in limbo, where he could wield the Purple Crown's power no longer.

Ah, but the cards were dealt, and fate was sealed. The prophecy spoke of a new Bearer of the Purple Crown, destined to emerge. And all would come to know the god of Death, the deliverer from the Curse, the harbinger of the end of all things".

— Makhesa and The Goat get along well with each other; they have a trusting relationship. — Makhesa allows The Goat to come to Limbo at any time. — From Makhesa, one can get descriptions of items and small lore fragments. — Makhesa is a proponent of the idea that the world does not need either the Crowns or the bearers of the Crowns.

[somejazzinthemorning]

snapshot.

Carlos Sainz x Reader [Warnings: overuse of pet names because i'm a romantic, masturbation, mentions of sex. not beta-d so sorry for typos or mistakes ] - Word Count: 1K

you capture a candid photo of your boyfriend sleeping. little do you know, this innocent act sparks some ideas in his mind.

(i needed to do something after i saw him in boyfriend mode taking photos of his girl. hope this is a good way to make my comeback. soon i'll post about the little break I took. love you all. hope you enjoy) 🫶🏼

The morning sun pours its golden rays through the curtains. You wake up with its gentle kiss. The warm glow envelops you, seeming to prickling your naked skin. You find yourself nestled in its embrace, entangled in a sleepy haze, locked in the limbo between dreams and wakefulness.

You sigh as you open your eyes.

The gentle glow of the light dances around you, creating a peaceful ambiance that centers on the man lying next to you. Carlos. His head rests on the pillow; hair falling in disarray over his forehead.

Owning the image before you, your eyes don’t shy away from taking in the whole scene—the slightly parted lips, the shadow of his long eyebrows, the naked chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his slow breaths. There’s a serene vulnerability about him in that morning light, a beauty that begs to be immortalized.

And you know you can’t trust your mind for that. You can’t afford to have time tarnish it.

So you shift in bed and reach for the nightstand where your phone rests, and you aim the camera at Carlos. For a second, it seems a crime to so casually steal that image of beauty and serenity with something as mundane as a touch on a screen. Beauty like that deserves more effort.

Carlos stirs slightly, a fragment of a smile playing on his lips as he mumbles, with his eyes still closed,

“What are you doing?” There’s drowsiness in his voice, laced with a hint of amusement.

“Nothing,” you whisper softly. “You just looked so pretty.”

He smirks and runs his hands over his face. “I should feel violated,” he teases, extending his hands towards you, “My turn, now.”

Handing him the phone, you watch him. His gaze shifts to you with a different glint. You’re sitting on your knees in bed, the sheets around your legs, and nothing but your hair covering your chest. Reclining in bed, he points the camera at you. Instinctively, you cover your chest with your hands, the modesty you still hold translated into something similar to a pose.

Carlos lets out a soft groan. “No, no,” he protests, “you can’t hide those from me.”

“You want a photo of my boobs?”

“Sí, to have it as a keepsake in my wallet.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes and giggle at the sight of him. The sleepy eyes. The messy hair. The ridiculously overly feminine case on your iPhone that looks absurdly small in his big hairy hands. And all of this bathed in the soft glow of morning light and the memories of last night when you loved each other to sleep... God, you feel so lucky to have found this man.

Tilting your head to the photo, a faint smile grazes your lips as your gaze lingers on him, disregarding the phone pointing at you.

“The hair,” he directs.

This time, without even noticing, you were already obeying. You sweep your hair back, leaving the strands to cascade down your back. The soft sound of the clicks locks this moment into eternity. Looking down, you see the streaks of light cutting through your chest, drawing parallel lines over your naked bosom. You pass your fingers over it. Click. You take a deep breath and look in the direction of the light. Click. Your arms stretch over your head, in a casual stretch like you've done any morning, without a camera aiming at you. Click.

When you look back at your boyfriend, he’s smirking.

A mischievous twinkle awakens in his eyes. He’s enjoying this. Probably way more than you.

You let your fingers rest over your lips. Click. And then they hover over your jawline and your neck, which is still sore and probably painted with small hickeys. Click. Patiently, they glide over the curves of your chest with a fatherly touch, a tease enough to make your skin erupt into goosebumps. Before you dare to touch yourself, you look up.

“Do you like this?” His voice cuts the silence. And God, it’s so much deeper than before. “Tell me, love. Do you like having me here… watching you?” You nod. “Go ahead then. Play with them.”

You obey his command, gently pressing your fingertips against the buds on your chest and grazing over your nipples. Without realizing it, you squeeze your legs together. Carlos probably notices it because he moves in his place. When you look up, his hand is cradling his cock over the blanket. The power of his words and the sight of his hand on his cock are enough to make your breath hitch. You intensify your touch, tracing circles around your nipples, feeling them harden under your touch. Click. Your eyes never leave him as you continue to play with yourself, knowing you're putting on a show for him. The thought sends shivers down your spine and makes you wetter than before.

His hand doesn’t move too much, almost like he’s saving himself for you. You can see the tension building in him, the way his muscles are tense and his jaw clenched. It's a game of self-control, and you both know it.

"Spread your legs," he commands in a low voice. You obey without hesitation, spreading your legs wider and giving him a full view of your body. Click. "Fuck," he mutters through gritted teeth. "I want to be inside you."

The mattress shifts, and as you look in his direction, you can see him crawl towards you. His eyes are dark with desire, and there’s a hunger in his gaze that makes your heart race. Reaching for your chest, he kisses the spot your fingers are still pinching. He circles his tongue around your hard nipple, making you shiver, as if an electric current is flowing between the both of you. You arch into his touch, wanting more.

And then his teeth graze over your chest, ever so slightly, before he bites into it, making you gasp and whimper. The combination of pleasure and pain has you gripping the sheets tightly as he continues to tease and torment your sensitive nipples.

His hot breath is fanning over your face as he looks down at you, panting and begging for more. A smirk plays on his lips, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Such a good girl,” he praises, before leaning in to kiss you again. This time, his tongue is demanding and forceful, exploring every inch of your mouth. You moan into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as you desperately try to deepen the connection.

His fingers trail down from your chest to your stomach and then lower, slipping between your legs. The other hand keeps holding the phone, registering it. You take a couple of seconds to notice it, but you’re shaking. Burning.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he growls, before abruptly pulling away from you and returning to his seat. Arousal is dripping down your thighs as you watch him recline against the headboard. “Go ahead. Touch yourself.”

The memory of his lips and teeth seem to feed your body and arousal. You’re burning. The feeling of the sun on your skin only feeds that feeling. A warm tingling spreads through your chest and down to your core. You slide your fingers down. And God, you’re truly wet. You didn’t realize how hot this little game had turned you. You push your knees further apart, which earns a satisfied groan from your boyfriend.

"Do you want a photo of that too?" he asks.

You nod eagerly, feeling the heat radiating off your body. Without losing eye contact with him, you slide your fingers down to your throbbing center, spreading your folds and teasing yourself with light touches. His eyes are dark and intense as he watches you pleasure yourself under his gaze.

"Fuck," he groans, snapping another photo of your hand between your legs. You moan at the sound of his voice. "I love watching you, baby. You look so pretty."

Carlos repositions the phone to make you be right at the center. It’s a masterpiece. Your body fits perfectly within the frame of the phone. Your skin taken by the streaks of light, golden sunshine gilding your naked body almost like blessing the pleasure you're implying on yourself. You’d later learn that you looked unreal in those photos—something pulled out of a painting, shadows and light in perfect harmony. But in that moment, you just felt needy and desperate.

"Can I move?" You ask, your voice shaking with need.

"You can do what the fuck you want, baby," Carlos replies, his eyes never leaving you as he slides out of bed. You feel a surge of confidence and power as you take his spot, spreading your legs wide.

Your fingers slide over your wet lips, teasing yourself with light touches. Carlos sits at the end of the bed, watching intently. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on your juices and they sparkle in the light.

Your eyes meet his, and he nods encouragingly. You let out a breathy moan as you start to move your fingers in circles over your clit. The pleasure builds quickly within you, and you hear Carlos let out a low growl.

You slide two fingers inside of yourself, the wetness making it easy for them to slip in. You let out a loud moan around your fingers, imagining they're Carlos' instead. The thought of him filling you up makes your walls clench around your fingers.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you want Carlos with you. "Carlos," you cry out his name, hoping he'll join in and take over where your fingers are currently working.

But he doesn't move from his spot at the end of the bed. He continues to watch you with dark eyes, his hand still hovering over his erection but not touching it.

You can see the longing in his gaze and it only fuels your desire further. You want him desperately, to be taken by him until all sense is lost.

You call out to him again, pleading for his presence and touch. You long for him. His hand tightens around his erection as he struggles to hold onto control. Your eyes lock with his, and he lets out a small laugh of helplessness.

"Use your words, baby," he grunts. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, come here."

"Not yet."

"Can I?... Please? Can I cum?"

"Yes. Go ahead. Give in for me."

You comply, arching your back and pushing your hips forward. Your fingers glide in and out of your body at a rapid pace, your breaths becoming shallow and erratic. Carlos' gaze never wavers from you, and the sound of his gentle moans fills the room.

Climax is imminent.

You can feel it building, a searing warmth spreading through your veins, threatening to consume you completely. You know you're on the edge, but you want to prolong this moment, revel in the pleasure of it all.

When you open your eyes, he's standing by your side. The camera is focused on your face, but his eyes? His eyes are fixed on yours. All his attention is on you.

"I'm—," you gasp, meeting his gaze, your voice barely audible. “I'm so close.”

“I know, my love,” he whispers. Click. “Let yourself go for me.”

As the words leave his lips, you feel yourself start to unravel. Your body trembles with ecstasy as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. You let out a guttural moan, your fingers still working their magic on your slick folds. It hits you like a wave, stealing your breath and lifting you higher, as you cry out his name and arch your back, almost like being pulled towards him by an invisible force. The camera continues to click as your body convulses, capturing every bit of your ecstasy, your face twisting into a mix of pain and pleasure.

As you come down from your high, you're aware of Carlos moving around the room. The bed dips slightly, and then he's beside you, his hand reaching out to touch your sweat-damp skin.

“Can you take me now?,” your voice low. “Please?”

Had this one in my mind all day so I just needed to sit down and write it down before it would vanish. I know I've been MIA, but I see all the support you keep giving me. You're all incredible. Hope you enjoyed this one silly thing. As always, all feedback is appreciated. 🫶