#Traumatic pasta AU

[pokoinsides]

Me: OH FUCK, I'm going to make the most realistic,traumatizing and heartbreaking Creepypasta AU in the fandom using all my knowledge in psychiatry and my best writing skills!

Also the whole lore of Traumatic pasta AU:

JUST FOR SURE,I'm gonna make a notice for this pixilated gore image.

Actually, it's just a cover of a death metal group album you can see underneath with a few filters I've added :P

(‼️TW:Gore,flesh,corpses‼️)

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Random COD headcanons - AU

Ghost likes to mess with the thermostat. He keeps the room warm and watch as the recruits squirm in their seats. He wonders if someone will ever ask him to change the tempreture?

Price blames whoever is near the thermostat for the change in tempreture and "threatens" them.

Soap started food fight and when caught, blamed it on a banana peel.

Kyle steals confiscated products and return them back to the owners for favors.

One time Soap fell in the showers and the boys made prison jokes for a week.

Rorke used to work in the same summer camp where Graves spend his vacations. If Rorke was younger, they would have met.

Kyle misses a toe from a firework accident, when he was a teen. Told his mom an enemy soldier ripped it off.

Captain Price and Ghost met when they were sergents. They were briefly in the same base and bonded after Ghost fought of a dude and the captain covered for him.

Keegan and Ghost in the same room is hilarious. They have a bet who can make the most people unsettled in a month.

Roach talks to the stars whenever is alone in nature. He recites them poetry.

König clothes are handmade. He refuses to go to a store and try on different clothes, because of his size, small dressing rooms and the lack of choices.

Nikto hates cheese, so he lies to people he is lactose intolerant and have to use their bathroom, whenever they make fun of him for it. They never do again.

Roach eats cookies and chocolate milk before bed. He also watches cartoons with Soap and Gaz.

Captain Mactavish leaves his door unlocked, when he feels touch starved, in case, someone wants to snuggle with him. Mostly Ghost and Roach.

Roach will give you kiss goodnight, if you do not lock your door.

Sergent Soap is a dog for cleavage. Captain Mactavish prefers ass. Show them both and they will follow you around like puppies.

Price sends himself flowers and pretends a secret admirer did. The boys poked fun at him, so he scared the shit out them by writing "from Makarov" onto the card.

Nikolai eats only homemade food and makes his own alcohol. He has excellent survival skills and can Nara Smith his way in every situation. He shops in expensive stores, but tests the products on others before purchase.

Kyle has a PhD and can be an elementary school teacher.

Rorke hates every exotic fruit and fragrance that he comes across. He complains when something is not authentic and backs up his claims with a highly traumatic personal experience from his slavery.

Captain Mactavish smokes the rival brand cigars to Captain Price. They often glare at each other whenever one of them is smoking.

König often forgets and bites his food through his mask. Then, he rips a hole where his mouth is because he is amongst people and his pride refuses to accept defeat.

Horangi listens to people conversations and uses some stories as his own, to get out of stuff.

Simon can't read well. He had a stutter when he was young, was made fun off, so he went mute for few years. Never liked reading books anyway. Learned to say the entire alphabet in order in his late 17s.

Price faked a heart attack to get out of an important social event. Laswell caught him, so he bribed doctors to tell he has anxiety.

Soap is the messiest, not dirty except if he plays outside, bastard ever. Unless he is stressed. Then he is the mom with the coasters.

Soap has a pink apron and wears it while he does laundry, to cover up. Yes, he is fully naked. Captain Mactavish does the same thing.

Both Mactavish soldiers are close and give each other advice. They accept themselves as the same person.

Alejandro talks nonsense with Spanish sounding when he gets bored. Says they are special Spanish words.

Rudy is obsessed with pasta. If he is in a room with pasta, he will take continuous glances at it and take a plate as soon as he can. This is how Alejandro sucks up to him when he fucks up - with food.

[toxicanonymity]

Hey Boo,

I've been seeing Joelkemons making the rounds being the best kind of dude to have around when you're crying.

Is Stepdad is having very strong feelings about all of this too? I imagine of Raider (LOML) and NW are being so soft with us, something in stepdad might respond to our hopelessly impotent rage.

I'd love to see how he reacts.

Boy howdy, tho, if I could slip into the brothel and have a big ol' Joel-pile, that shit would fix me all the way.

Thank you so much for everything you do and are.

I hope you're taking care of yourself too.

-- Cupquake <3

black tuesday

JOEL x f!READER | 1000 words

WARNINGS: 18+. Election Night. ANGST. Tears. Fears. This is intended to be a cathartic fic with some comfort but please don't read if it could be traumatic. Allusions to reproductive rights, etc. Reader is angry, esp. at men, takes it out on joel a little. Joel is supportive. Reader dacryphilia, brief smut. STEPDAD AU but you don't need to know it, and the stepcest doesn't come up.

NOTES: Sweet Cupquake, you're welcome and thank you for always being so supportive. Poor stepdad, he's normally the one needing comforting, isn't he? Yes, he has strong feelings about all this. This doesn't fit neatly in the AU timeline just roll with it. My brief post on the election is here. This will most likely be my only fic that overtly acknowledges the u.s. election. DO NOT INTERACT: TRUMP VOTERS, ANTI-CHOICE PEOPLE, MINORS.

You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment watching the news while Joel makes dinner and a huge mess in the kitchen. When the early votes are counted, we’ll see a lot more blue, they said. No, actually. Not really. You turn the volume way down so you can barely hear it. 

“Pasta’s ready,” Joel announces in a weak, sing-song voice. 

You remain on the floor. Your breathing is shallow, and it doesn’t feel real. 

Joel comes into the living room but doesn’t sit down. He stands with his arms crossed. His neck veins are bulging, his biceps are tense, his jaw clenches as he watches the screen. He’s pissed, he’s so angry watching this happen. He’s embarrassed to be a Texan. He thinks about all the women he knows. Embarrassed to be a man. 

He looks back and forth between the tv and you, and he sees your eyes are watery. He brings your glass of water from the kitchen, but you refuse it. He puts it down on the coffee table. Then, he picks up the remote control and turns off the tv. 

“Why’d you do that?” you snap. 

“It’s only makin’ ya sad,” Joel replies. “It’s still early, there’s time.” 

“Sad?? You think I’m sad?” Heat rises to your face. Your chest tightens.  

“Okay,” Joel acknowledges softly. “I can see you’re not just sad.” 

He sits down and tries to put his arm around you but you scoot over to face him. 

“All you men just go around blowing your loads everywhere and we’re the ones who have to deal with it, and you have the nerve to tell us how.” 

“I’d never tell you how to--you know that.”

“--I am so fucking tired of men talking.” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and sits quietly next to you for a minute. It’s hard knowing there’s nothing he can do or say, but he’s not going to leave you unless you tell him to. 

He clears his throat and asks softly, “Would anything make ya feel better?”

“Only waking up from this nightmare.”

“Yeah,” he acknowledges. 

“I don’t wanna feel better,” you begin to cry. “I want it to not happen….Like, is this real life?” 

None of it feels real. Months ago, people in stupid red hats were carrying around actual sperm cups. The highest-profile rapist in the country called himself the father of fertility, and crowds of people cheered. He said “mass deportation” and people cheered more. And then half the country voted for these sick, twisted buffoons. 

“You want some space?” Joel asks. 

“No,” you protest tearfully.

He hesitantly brushes the back of your neck with his thumb. This time, you let him put his arm around you. 

You whisper, “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“Sweetheart, it ain’t over. We got time.” 

You shake your head no, ‘cause you can feel it in your gut. 

Joel sits in silence for a moment, and you can’t see it, but he’s tearing up because he can feel you burning and he’s powerless. 

He holds you and strokes your back while you bury your face in his chest. He discreetly checks his new york times app and tries not to react out loud- it’s only getting worse. 

After a few minutes of silence, he whispers your name, and you respond, “mm?”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. 

You look up to see his cheeks wet, his hair messy. Your heart swells with affection. Affection and… gratitude? God, the bar is in hell. But to be fair, you really love him. You’re grateful for the man he is, not the one he isn’t. 

Desire begins to stir in your chest.

Joel presses a kiss onto your forehead, then lifts your chin, and you look at each other. He brushes away a tear from your cheek. With his own cheeks still wet, he swallows, and the emotional bob of his Adam’s apple sends a rush of arousal to your core. You put your hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward you for a kiss. 

Affection and relief floods your body. It’s temporary, of course, but you let yourself have this. You let the nightmare fade into a spicy dream. 

You straddle him and he pulls you close and moans into your mouth. You kiss him desperately and feel him harden under you. He hesitates and mutters, “sorry,” trying to read the room. He pushes your thighs back, trying to put some distance between you and his hard-on. 

“Stop,” you reply, then latch onto his mouth again. He breaks away and says, “Just don’t want ya to feel like I–” 

“Shut up,” you tell him, then scoot yourself closer, your crotch firmly planted on the warm, stiffening shape in his sweatpants. You grind your hips into him. He kisses you back with increased fervor, and moans into your mouth. Kissing passionately, your loins throb warmly together and your hips move in rhythm. 

You reach between the two of you and slide your hand down his sweatpants. You palm his leaking manhood. Pressing it against his tummy, you gently move the skin on his shaft, and  He groans.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and thrusts against your hand. 

You stand up to urgently take off your pj pants. 

His man-guilt is still eating at him. Squeezing his aching hard shaft, he lets out a moan, then weakly offers, “Are you sure you wanna…”

In response, you straddle him, hot and dripping against his bare arousal.  You slide against him, throbbing and ready. Then, as you slide his tip to your entrance, you warn him, “Get it while it’s on the table.” You sink down on him and he shudders. Then he thrusts upward and moans as he bottoms out.  

“My legs’ll be closed for business soon,”  you explain. 

He closes his eyes and breathes deep as your body accommodates his.  “Fair enough,” he answers thoughtfully, then opens his eyes. “Wait. Even if my face is the customer?” 

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NOTES: I actually wrote three Stepdad things, and chronologically, this is no. 2 of 3. The others aren't posted yet. The first one is a standalone pregnancy scare, nothing about the election (would've been before it). And the second one is a post-election talk about contraception.

My brief post on the election is here.

Thank you for reading. Please remember to take care of yourselves <33

[mekkthemighty]

Me and the goddess I tricked into loving me went and got our costumes for halloween and basically made some OCs (I'm a plague doctor and she's an edgy cyber punk android) and we found something interesting

Spirit Halloween has creepypasta costumes! some of these I'm not even certain if they are creepypasta creature or not like uncle bobby and mister smiler but they felt like creepy pasta things

Anyway we got to talking and she told me the jeff the killer lore (as best she rmbrs it) and I, having absolutely no prior knowledge of these things, tried to make sense of it and in the end came up with a future au we called Michael the Retail Worker which is atleast as edgy and nonsensical as its contemporaries but seemed interesting enough at the time

ALL THE TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️ violence, murder, edginess

So the backstory basically from what I understand, Jeff was a bullied kid, his bullies came after him with a gun or something at some other kids bday party and as a result of the running away got knocked into a chemical shelf in a basement and got an acid burned face and also somehow the house burned down (possibly the bullies burned to death apparently that changes depending on the version), anyway after that he is understandably traumatized and is at the hospital being told his face will never heal, eventually he has some psychotic break in the bathroom at home where he cuts his eyelids off and his mom instead of getting him some therapy calls for his dad to get the gun, and presumably he does cuz jeff kills them both, before attempted murdering his brother Liu which when you think about it is the first unprovoked non self defence murder so far and he's not even successful. Everything after this I'm told are spin offs and off shoots but this is the initial lore more or less, I did not look up the original for this nor do I plan to

So considering this we came to the conclusion that Jeff genuinely was just a victim in need of help, he's a minor who was put in an impossible situation and his crimes amount to 1 case of manslaughter in self defense, 1 double homocide again in self defense, and 1 attempted murder mid psychotic break

So the future AU goes as such, not long after the initial backstory there, Jeff gets captured by the police. At first he is treated like a deranged serial killer and the media gets its hooks into the story, sensationalizing the details. Soon enough he's put into psychological examination. The doctor he meets is trying to become famous by writing their accounts of this deranged evil, but once they realize the circumstances surrounding the crimes and the sheer trauma inflicted on him decides to sensationalize his findings to the media. He downplays the truth of self defense, claiming that his own mother saw him for the monster he is. This article makes his way to Jeff and he confronts the psychologist about it and gets a new therapist after making a public complaint about it in a court hearing. The media attention involved made it easy to find a replacement. The new one gets the judge to agree to a reduced sentence in a psychiatric hospital where he spends the next decade. The lawsuit against the first psychiatrist is settled and the money is put towards facial reconstruction surgery and other medical costs. He also tries to make up with his brother during this time but the two of them drift apart, neither wanting to retread bad ground.

He is released 10 years later and provided a new identity by WitSec. His scars have faded and his face is, mostly, healthy looking now. He even has eyelids again, though his vision isn't what it used to be and he needs glasses to see at all. He's found a job stocking shelves at a department store, and he mostly keeps to himself due to his understandable trust issues. He lives a quiet life as Michael the retail worker.

Then the true crime documentary is released. He's 25 now and fully settled in his quiet life. The documentary is sensationalized and gains media traction quickly. Coworkers begin talking about it in earshot and he awkwardly tries to defend himself without revealing his identity.

"I mean it's probably not as cut and dry as that, yknow.. uhm its just they're trying to.. make it get viewership yknow, you should.. uhm.. be more critical of that stuff... I'm sorry.. but like... you never know.. it could hurt their case or something..

NOT THAT I KNOW for sure either obviously just that media and stuff yknow.. I'm sorry...... bye.."

Anyway he tries to just keep going through life but now he has the additional stress of the media triggering him, he soon learns the popularity came about due to a copycat killer, one that is much more intentional than he is. Nina the killer, the Jeff the killer stan, kills her parents and brother and goes on to continue methodically working through her bullies until she eventually leads the police to find the bodies herself, and remaining uncaptured. In contrast to Jeff, she is exceedingly confident at murder because unlike Jeff, she chose the life of serial murder for herself. The police find her shrine to Jeff and the media goes crazy again. Nina tracks down Michael/Jeff and begins sending him fan mail. Michael is terrified and WitSec refuses to transfer him, choosing to use him as bait for her. As time goes on she is never caught and continues killing and eventually she feels she's killed enough to be worthy of meeting her idol.

Upon actually meeting him in person, she sees how little he wants to murder and has her worldview shattered but then she sees his workplace name tag and comes to believe that Michael is trapping the true Jeff within. She promises to free him before disappearing, once again evading capture.

Michael is still being used as bait despite this, forced to try to continue living his quiet life knowing she is out there. People around him begin disappearing and investigations become more and more thorough until a lull in the disappearances lasting weeks.

Michael the retail worker, now down several coworkers and the subject of several rumors is told that they believe Nina has moved on. That night as he opens the door to his tiny one room apartment he finds a fan letter containing the eyelids of one of the missing coworkers. The letters continue to arrive for him after this, finding him at work, on the street, at home, no amount of surveillance around him stops the letter from finding him first.

Finally WitSec agrees to transfer him to a new city and new identity. Only a month later, a coworker disappears and a letter arrives.

Yeah so thats the horrifying future AU we came up with, the convo basically was just "that boy aint no monster he needs therapy" and "oh you wanna know who the real monster in the lore is" and resulted in this edgy nonsense

[hevexns-realm]

Hiii, it's a random question time: What are favorite foods and drinks for Sonic characters in your AU? 👀

Ooo~ a good question! To be honest I didn’t really think about this before, but I think it’ll be interesting to give it a try! ^^

Sonic is the most obvious due to his cannon love for chili dogs, and he could eat them all the time if he could! For drinks, I feel like for a time it’d be Pepsi, but then swap it out for more “healthy” drinks, such as water or the occasional monster can for some extra energy!

Shadow is a little tricky, but due to his time with Maria, he probably has a favorite food from his times with her! I’d honestly say that he’d probably enjoy a good old medium rare steak and some red wine, but his absolute favorite? Chocolate. As he used to make a lot of chocolate with Maria back on the ark, and if you get chocolate from him, it’s going to be the best you’ve ever tasted! (He tends to make dark chocolate for Amy when her cramps get too bad!)

Silver is a pasta type, so any kind of pasta is his favorite dishes! He specifically loves Iris’ shrimp scampi, he doesn’t know what she puts into it, but it feels like it’s made with love and care every time!

Knuckles and tails love potatoes. However, knuckles likes the baked potatoes more, as it’s fluffy and soft, and you can customize it to your heart’s content! For drinks, knuckles tries to keep with just water, but he does drink the occasional beer with the boys, but not too much, he doesn’t want to give rouge the opportunity to steal the master emerald!

Tails loves anything to do with fries or chips, as they’re his go to with most dishes! Although on sick days, he loves himself some loaded potato soup that knuckles makes for him when he’s sick! For drinks, I say Coca Cola is his favorite drink, but specifically from the glass bottles. It just tastes heavenly.

Amy loves anything sweet, and shadow’s dark chocolate is one of her favorites! It’s just perfectly balanced between dark and bitter, yet sweet and creamy! Her absolute favorite though? Vanilla’s strawberry cake. It’s just absolutely delicious and creamy, and yet the strawberries blend in perfectly with their sweet and juicy flavor! It’s a perfect match with her teas, earl grey being her favorite. She always asks for vanilla to help with her parties, and the woman has recipes for every occasion!

Same goes for cream, her mother makes such amazing baked goods, it’s hard to ever choose a favorite! However, her favorite food in general is anything with veggies in them! (Can’t beat the rabbit allegations-) and her favorite drink is hot chocolate or milkshakes!

Nazo - due to his pots, he can’t have a lot of foods without them having the possibility of making his heart rate jump too high and make him pass out. However, he tends to eat more salty and protein filled foods to keep his blood pressure from becoming too low. They’re usually in small quantities and are ranging from cheeses and nuts to a small thing of pretzels or something salty. However, a favorite food? Probably Iris’ salmon mushroom carbonara. It’s filling, but yet it doesn’t make him feel like passing out from the blood instantly rushing to his stomach! For drinks, he needs salt, so he tends to carry some kind of electrolyte water around him. This is why if you see them out in public, seelkadoom has a small backpack or a tote bag on him at all times, except for when they go on fancy dates and all that. Iris usually packs a fancy satchel for those occasions.

Seelkadoom - now unlike nazo and Iris, he just likes the taste of more salty foods. However, his favorite food outside of his beloveds’ cooking? It has to be the funnel cakes and cotton candy that come around with the Solaris festival! And he ranges his drinks between water, Pepsi, an occasional monster, and on fancy occasions? Red wine.

Iris (TW: mentions of eating dead bodies 0-0||) - much like Nazo, she can’t have many foods due to her pots, and she’s kind of traumatized by eating one too many mobian sailor corpses for her own survival. So, she opts for lean proteins and veggies. It makes sense why sushi is her favorite dish! Although, she makes a wide variety of dishes that can help with the symptoms of pots at least a little bit.

Mephiles - he gets offered foods and drinks on the daily, and he really can’t choose an absolute favorite. However, ask him about his favorite memory regarding the food offerings, it’d be about a sweet trans woman who was visiting solleanna and left behind some homemade honey-sugar cookies, roasted tomato soup, and some noir wine. She stayed by his statue and chatted with him about a lot of things, and it was quite endearing that she was so willing to talk to him, especially about her own life. The food was made with a lot of love, just like her; He still watches over her to this day, hoping she’ll come back one day to talk to him again.

Iblis - she loves anything spicy, and there’s a Spanish chef in solleanna who makes some delicious foods with just enough spice that is just delicious. They’re also one of her most frequent visitors to her statue and temple. So let’s just say iblis has a small amount of favoritism to the cute chef she buys soup from! For drinks, a good old red wine is her favorite!

Circe - she loves a good old medium rare steak, but her favorite of all time? It’s actually quite odd for a hedgesiren, Cesar coast salad, a local specialty with the land close by. It’s the mixture of the local fish and veggies with a Cesar salad, and it’s honestly perfect for her!!

Scylla - she doesn’t really eat, especially since her dad is a piece of sh+t. But back when she was a teen, when she snuck out a lot. She always had these delicious octopus kebabs mixed in with some kind of kelp or seaweed. It was always so good, if she could go back in time for just a small amount of time, she’d go and buy some of those kebabs and savor their taste one last time before she got locked into the castle. Her favorite drink? Usually tea that a few of the guards sneak into her tower or the blood of enemies. The guards still do it, even though she and Circe are currently being interrogated by their father as we speak..!

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[ohbo-ohno]

Bo, I had the most delicious thought today. Serial Killer!Ghoap au where you and your friends are out camping in the wilderness, the boys take out everyone else and Soap’s just licking your fingers and face as you sleep. You keep whining and turning over, still half asleep and unwilling to open your eyes, forgetting you were even on a trip, thinking that your dog is just being overly affectionate again. All until Soap starts humping against you as he keeps licking. - 🕸

spiderweb this is a fantastic serial killer ghoap idea but that old creepy pasta about thinking a dog is licking your hand scared the shit out of me for YEARS so this is ask is slightly traumatizing

the image of soap licking you before you even wake up… that’s so him he’s so fucking disgusting ldmdhsljd he’s absolutely the type of sick freak to lick your face instead of kissing you. hate him literally so much

[nicksbestie]

aus you read my mind like a little riddle…or whatever they call it

(also may want to add a little tw for mentions of abuse about what i’m saying just in case)

i want to add on more, and maybe i’m just SENSITIVE, traumatized, broken, or all of the above but i hate hate HATE the people who do dealer fics, anything regarding toxic!bf or whatever, and all those fics involving the boys being borderline emotionally and verbally abusive to reader.

like as someone whose survived DV in THREE relationships alone and is extremely reactive and explosive to any hint of abuse of any kind as a result, it’s absolutely terrible to see people write about that stuff as though it’s cute.

like hell no, if those fanfics y’all wrote were reality for y’all, you would realistically be screaming and saying worse shit back to those boys(again, maybe i’m just that screwed and traumatized to abuse since i was five to where i’d do that😃).

point is, i get it’s fun for y’all, but those of us who lived that reality of being called horrible names/being told terrible cruel stuff by our partners alongside other shit, your fics would not be cute in real life and would be very violently toxic on both sides.

rant over? yes. am i sensitive and maybe just too traumatized to be on this app? yes. hotel? trivago.

-a very fed up anon(better known as all you can eat pasta HOUSE anon💜 on quinny’s account)

oh queen you ate and i love reading your anons on quinnys acc <3

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Isolation and Cookie Discussions

Summary:

“Yeah, I…” Tommy sighed almost harshly. “I forgot to eat lunch.” Purpled nodded, jerking his head to the fridge. He knew better than to grab it himself, he’d tried that once when Tommy had been isolating… Tommy didn’t talk to him for a week. “Leftovers, some sort of pasta that Kristin had wanted to try.” Purpled told him, watching with a flash of amusement as Tommy hesitated. He could guess where Tommy’s mind jumped to; the last time anyone in the mansion had pasta, Ranboo had made it. Ranboo had been experimenting and it had traumatized Tommy. M&Ms and spaghetti did not go together. “Ranboo didn’t make it, did they?” Tommy asked, eyes narrowing towards the fridge in distrust.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Mentions of not eating, avoiding touch, hinted at a spiraling mental health of one (1) character, teens that fight bad people, X Men AU

Let me know if you feel I missed something!

Characters: TommyInnit, Purpled, Ranboo

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,261

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Tommy was hiding away again, Purpled noticed with a frown. He was wearing long sleeves again, with gloves and long pants despite the heat outside making even Purpled uncomfortable in his signature hoodie. He was keeping his distance again, with nearly vacant eyes. He wasn’t even coming to Purpled, who he’d sworn and promised to come to if the demons in his head started getting loud.

Purpled would give him one more day before he tracked him down and made him talk. Until then, he promised Ranboo that he would train in the danger room today.

He took a breath as he made sure he had his cards, and a few other tiny things he could charge to throw at the teleporter.

He was getting into using the gambling chips and marbles. At first it had been to get back at Tubbo for startling him a few weeks ago, but then he felt how easy it was to direct a poker chip or how sneaky a marble rolling was. He’d gotten Tubbo and Ranboo with a few marbles, and Even Techno when he wasn’t entirely paying attention.

It made Tommy laugh too, which Purpled was pleased with.

He bobbed his head as he walked, humming quietly as he began making his way to the lower levels of the mansion. It had always unnerved him how the mansion could go from feeling like a home to a cold hallway that reminded Purpled of hospitals. It was clean, with metal like walls and marble flooring. The lights bounced off the walls and it hurt his eyes if he stared for too long, however he didn’t have to travel long down the halls which was a relief.

He keyed in his member code, rolling his eyes fondly as he saw that Ranboo was already waiting for him, excitement flowing off of the furry teleporter. Purpled raised an eyebrow as Ranboo appeared in the center of the Danger room, bouncing from foot to foot in a burst of purple smoke.

“Finally! You took forever!” Ranboo exclaimed, tail flicking wildly behind him in his excitement.

“I was reading you know.” Purpled responded, making sure once more that he had his cards and marbles before nodding at Ranboo who quickly pulled up the screen to choose their training for the day.

“Or worrying about Tommy.” Ranboo responded, eyes darting towards Purpled before back at the holographic screen in front of him. Purpled startled, and he knew there was a harsh look in his eyes despite the deadpanned expression he tried to keep.

“What’s that mean?” His voice was defensive. Damn.

Ranboo chose a simulation, but Purpled hadn’t seen what it was before the holographic screen disappeared. He surprisingly didn’t flinch when Ranboo disappeared and reappeared beside him, the purple smoke fading away to reveal a concerned look in Ranboos eyes.

“Tommy’s isolating, and don’t tell me you didn’t notice.” Ranboo’s voice was uncharacteristically serious, even as their surroundings warped and changed. “You’ve been protective of him since the two of you got over whatever fight had you at each other’s throats.”

Purpled nearly asked him how he would even know that, since Ranboo was a new addition to their team of Mutants trying to protect the world, and prove that mutants weren’t to be feared like everyone thought.

But he also knew that Tommy and Ranboo were siblings; adoptive, but siblings nonetheless.

“I’m giving him one day before I corner him.” Ranboo smirked, a bit of laughter escaping him as the simulation started. They were in a city today, something that Purpled could work with. He’d been needing to work on his footing and ground work recently. Half destroyed cities were perfect for that.

“That’s what I wondered.” The two of them moved in tandem to fight the simulated Sentinels. There were times that he feared these things; robots created to seek out mutants and capture them… or kill them depending on the mutants power level. Then there were the times when all he could feel was the overwhelming hatred of the creations and the urge to destroy them.

“So… Has Tubbo said anything? Purpled asked as he eyed the machines with apprehension. He had a surge of adrenalin and smiled as he pulled out a card. He was thankful that today seemed to be a ‘hate and kill them’ sort of day. No way was he asking Ranboo to change the simulation when they’d only just started.

“What do you mean?” Ranboo asked, disappearing in a burst of purple smoke. Purpled rolled his, knowing he’ll have to wait before he can respond to Ranboo. It was a tactic Ranboo did when he didn’t want to continue a conversation. He had a hope that if he went long enough between exchanges then the person he was talking with would just happen to forget the conversation, or would drop it on their own.

Purpled was familiar with it because Tommy did something similar when he didn’t want to talk. He would instead focus on whatever he was doing instead. Purpled was annoyed to know that he would start to genuinely not hear whoever was talking to him when he did that.

He jumped over a half fallen tree, ducking behind a building as his lungs started to hurt. Oh, yeah, he needed to breathe. He leaned back against the wall, glancing down and… oh he had definitely zoned out while fighting. He was missing half his cards, and his poker chips were looking a little low. His marbles were just entirely gone, too.

He leaned his head back against the wall, with a strangled yelp escaping him as he saw Ranboo staring down at him with amusement.

“You good Purpled?” Ranboo asked, a tilt of his head as his tail flicked slightly behind him. Purpled realized that at some point, Ranboo had taken the time to braid his hair over his shoulder.

“Breathing shouldn’t be a requirement for living.” Purpled responded, a scowl on his face. Ranboo laughed before disappearing in another cloud of smoke. Purpled decided that he was changing Ranboo’s contact name to Chesire.

He pushed off the wall and ran back out onto the half destroyed street, more determination running through him.

……… ……… ………

Purpled hummed as he carefully pulled the cookies he’d been baking out of the oven, head tilted carefully as he heard someone making their way to the kitchen. He moved the cookie tray to rest on the stove top before grabbing the second and sliding it in. He shut the oven as he set the timer, turning and spotting Tommy peeking his head into the kitchen hesitantly.

“Oh, there you are. Was wondering where you’d gone off to.” Purpled called out. He would probably always be annoyed at how soft his voice sounded when he spotted the other. He’d found himself feeling like a protective older brother when it came to the other blonde, especially when no one else seemed to see how much Tommy put on himself.

“Yeah, I…” Tommy sighed almost harshly. “I forgot to eat lunch.” Purpled nodded, jerking his head to the fridge. He knew better than to grab it himself, he’d tried that once when Tommy had been isolating… Tommy didn’t talk to him for a week.

“Leftovers, some sort of pasta that Kristin had wanted to try.” Purpled told him, watching with a flash of amusement as Tommy hesitated. He could guess where Tommy’s mind jumped to; the last time anyone in the mansion had pasta, Ranboo had made it. Ranboo had been experimenting and it had traumatized Tommy.

M&Ms and spaghetti did not go together.

“Ranboo didn’t make it, did they?” Tommy asked, eyes narrowing towards the fridge in distrust.

“No,” Purpled tilted his head, watching as Tommy made his way into the kitchen and towards the fridge. He frowned as he saw the sleeves and the gloves, and that Tommy had lost his cargo pants and was instead in jeans.

“What kind of cookies are those?” Tommy asked after Purpled had moved back to his task of baking. He was taking the cookies off the pan while eyeing the cookie batter to estimate how many more cookies he could make.

“Peanut Butter and Chocolate Chip.” Purpled responded. “Want one?” He held out a cookie towards Tommy, who’d moved closer to use the microwave. He waited patiently as Tommy hesitated. Tommy double checked he was wearing his gloves before nodding and taking the cookie from Purpled.

“What has you baking?” Tommy asked, making sure that there was nothing that would break the microwave before putting it in. He immediately hit one of the buttons to reheat it.

“Was worried about you.” Purpled responded. He was looking away, putting more rolled cookie batter onto the pan.

“Why? I’m fine.” Tommy responded, Purpled raised an eyebrow, still not looking towards Tommy. “Big man, look.” Purpled glanced over, a raised eyebrow that had Tommy faltering momentarily. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Would you promise Ranboo or Tubbo that?” Purpled asked. The glare he got told him that no, no he wouldn’t promise that to either the teleporter and their resident explosion maker. “Ranboo had even tried to ‘bring it to my attention’.” Purpled added. Tommy looked away, glaring at the microwave as he started shifting on his feet.

“I… nearly killed Tubbo on our last mission.” Tommy muttered, slouching slightly. Purpled was surprised by the information, as Tubbo had been expressing worry over Tommy. He’d claimed that he didn’t know why Tommy was hiding again.

“What happened?” Purpled asked, offering another cookie to Tommy as the microwave beeped repeatedly. Purpled gave a look of disdain at the microwave, getting a small chuckle from Tommy as he accepted the cookie. There was more silence as Tommy ate his cookie and took his reheated pasta from the microwave. There was a moment as Tommy tested the pasta heat before making a noise and putting it back in for a minute.

“I wasn’t careful and I wasn't paying attention.” Tommy answered, as if that should have been the entire answer. Purpled waited patiently as Tommy stared at the counter. He sighed after a moment, turning to stare at Purpled. “I didn’t even notice that I’d grabbed his hand until he dropped.” Tommy’s voice was barely a whisper, coated entirely in fear as his eyes began to water.

“Did Tubbo blame you?” Purpled asked, “did he say something that upset you?”

“Wha- No! No, not- not Tubbo. He wouldn’t-” Tommy cut himself off, sighing harshly once more as he ran one hand through his hair, spinning and beginning to pace. “I should have control, I should be able to touch people and not suck the literal life, powers, and memories out of them!” Tommy’s breath was a little uneven, and only the sound of the microwave beeping filled the air after his outburst.

“I hate that word.” Purpled muttered quietly. Tommy faltered, turning to look at him with confusion in his eyes. “Should.” Purpled clarified, turning and leaning against the counter just next to the stove top. “It puts pressure on you, pressure that certainly doesn’t help in terms of even understanding your mutation to begin with.”

“I’m seventeen, Purp… I sh-”

“Age doesn’t matter.” Purpled interrupted him. He was serious about hating the word ‘should’. “Did you know I still struggle with my own mutation? I’m eighteen. I’ll wake up because my blanket burned me when it exploded, or I have to stay in the infirmary because my pillow knocked me to the ground and gave me a concussion. Hell, the one night I exploded my entire fucking bed Tommy.” Purpled told him, his own breathing was a little uneven, but it was barely noticeable unless you knew Purpled.

Tommy’s eyes were wide as he stared at Purpled; shock and confusion were all that Purpled could see. Something glowing caught Purpled’s attention, and a glance down showed that his sweatshirt was glowing.

“Dammit. I liked this one.” Purpled groaned, his head falling back with a sigh. He was already moving towards the table so that he could empty his pockets, a noise of shock escaping Tommy as he watched.

“I.. didn’t know that…” Purpled shrugged as he pulled the sweatshirt off over his head, staring at the offending fabric before beginning to make his way towards the door. “Where you going?”

“Outside to release the charge.” Purpled responded. “Kristin nearly had a heart attack the last time I did it in the kitchen. Besides I have like fifteen minutes before the timer goes off, you eat and I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” Purpled left before Tommy could say anything else. It put an end to the conversation about control over their mutations, but Purpled knew he would still have to knock a little sense into Tommy about hiding and isolation.

……… ……… ………

Purpled watched with bated breath as Tommy and Kristin met up near the cherry tree. Tommy was wearing short sleeves today, but was still wearing jeans and his gloves. He had no clue what their conversation was going to be about, and for the moment he didn’t really care to even guess at it.

He had a Tubbo to hunt down and interrogate for information.

He was pretty sure that Tubbo knew Purpled was looking for him, maybe Kristin informed him, maybe Niki did after she saw Purpled after he’d finished chores that morning. Whatever the case, it was like Tubbo had just vanished from the mansion… Knowing who his team partner was, that could have been entirely the case.

[silvermoonshipping-is-love]

previous anon here! its absolutely understandable why you feel that way, especially since i noticed you were here during the creepypasta fandom recession era (2016-2019), where people were starting to police what was the right and wrong way to intepret the pastas.

As for the drownedsilver hate, while i cant confirm for sure it was the source, was primarily started by a pokepasta fnf community member who has been recently outed as a creep and a generally terrible person (who called any ship they disliked proship!!) 😭 they had an iron grip over that community for 2 years, hence why so many people were dogpiling! Now that they're gone, i see more people being comfortable with putting out drowndsliver content out there!

I dont know if this information or acknowledgement will eleveate your anxiety. But i hope you gain the courage to post more about your own intepretations of ben and silver 🫂 You shouldnt feel like you have to appease a wider public to enjoy what you love.

My favourite example is the fact that say Ben HAD to be a pervert or a stoner and an asshole, nevermind the fact he's a deeply traumatized child, stuck in a video game and canonly a pacifist and not (intentionally) hurting anybody, like that is fine, but GOD FORBID you make EJ's skin slightly blue-ish to go with his overall colour palette. But also god forbid if you draw or write anything messed up or more mature in whatever way?? If anything the creepypasta fandom of all things being so strict is so odd, most characters don't have a fully set personality or the fact that all kinds of awful shit happens to them, especially CHILDREN, but wanting to draw two characters smooching? Now you've gone too far lmao.

Policing fandoms and fandom activity is a rising trend and I'm not happy about it as a "fandom old" so to speak lol. My motto is unless you are genuinely harming someone in real life or crossing someone's boundaries, just tag it correctly, and you do you. I may not like everything you do personally, but unless you are actively interfering with me or trying to harm me or others, whatever.

Also I was never in the community fully due to the incident and the hate towards SilvernMoon, so I never heard about this person. But unfortunately I'm not even that shocked, if you're that adamant about how wholesome or pure or unproblematic you are and everyone has to be, then you just seem all the more likely to have some skeletons so to speak. Just a real shame about my one FNF AU, cause it's sort of a personal one to me, cause of venting and feelings depicted.

If you mean creep as I think you do, I hope the victims are okay now.

But on the flip side I also eventually thought the fnf community are hypocrites anyways. Cause I saw all the hate for SilvernMoon while not even say incest stuff got as much hate in all my fandom years, yet the very person most of the community shipped Silver with? Red. The Red from his story. The same Red that is the whole reason Silver is forgotten and dead! I don't want to fully ship-shame, I just wanna showcase the irony, like- THAT is fine but SilvernMoon is wrong?? SilvernMoon out of all ships I ever saw is the one people drew the line at and hated the absolute shit out of???

Also there was a similar person over here in the regular creepypasta fandom that dogpiled on me as a minor, so that added, who called me a pdf file because I portray these characters as adults and made a more adult joke, but they INSISTED every version of Ben had to be 12 years old. Gurl, I don't know how to tell you, but the ghost kid that haunts a Nintendo Cartridge... He's not real, his whole concept as a cyber ghost isn't real. I know it's shocking to hear, you may sit down from that, but it's the truth.

I am getting better but it still feels like a long road to fully heal and say "fuck the haters"... I keep trying to even do youtube or stuff, but all this is holding me back pretty strongly-

[slythepuffle]

Pastaverse Drabbles

I wanna write but am currently unable to right now. So take a creepypasta au and a creepypasta/marble hornets au that I’ve made.

Bloodied and Broken (But Still Hanging On By Threads): EMERGENCY BROADCAST ALERT: THIS IS NOT A TEST. THE DISEASE HAS SPREAD THROUGHOUT THE WORLD. THOSE THAT ARE INFECTED HAVE BEEN MUTATED INTO MAN-EATING MONSTERS. THIS IS THE END.

This is an Apocalypse/Virus AU, inspired by the trend of Infection AUs. It had started out as a virus that only affected humans, which made things slightly more difficult for Pastas but was generally not a problem. That was until one Pasta somehow contracted the virus, which mutated to overpower their supernatural properties. No one knew until the virus spread, soon infecting many and leading to the disbandment of many proxy groups. Few remain and are now left trying to survive.

Welcome the White Noise: Welcome to the White Noise! This channel follows a group of young adults (and the annoying siblings of the camera guy) as they explore various haunted sites around the world! People say our videos are a hoax, but they have no idea what they’re talking about! They’re as real as can be!

Vlogger/Youtuber AU, with the cast being mostly Marble Hornets. Inspired by channels like Sam and Colby. The group consists of Alex, Jay, Tim, Brian, and Jessica, with Toby and Luna (OC) tagging along. It originally starts out as an acting channel, showing the group experiencing “paranormal activity”. Then, when they gained more traction, they went to explore more popular and actually haunted sites, though admittedly did not get much. So they’d use their acting skills to play up reactions in order to give off the effect of actually encountering ghosts. That is, until they stumble upon an actively haunted site. They pass off their admittedly traumatizing experience as something like a dream… Until they find out that the thing haunting their nightmares actually followed them home.

[ask-the-good-creeps]

Vigilante Pasta AU Timeline

//Hey, y’all. I’ve made a timeline for this AU, but it is longggg. I’ve broken it up into 4 parts, and the links to all of them will be at the start of the Masterlist post that’s pinned on the blog. Let me know if I missed anything! 

NOTE: THIS MASTERLIST (ALL 4 PARTS) CONTAIN SENSITIVE MATERIAL, INCLUDING DEATH, SUICIDE, ABUSE, ETC.//

PART ONE

385 AD

OCTOBER: The entity we know as 'Slenderman' moves into the mortal world with the intention of forcing humanity to bend to the will of 'the Divine'. Zalgatoth (Zalgo) also begins to extend influence here (though he cannot physically visit) solely to interfere with the Slenderman's plans and allow humans to retain their autonomy. Slenderman brings Splendorman, Trenderman, and Offenderman in expecting them to side with him, though they soon begin to drift into working toward their own goals. A war hidden from human eyes begins between the two sides.

1565

APRIL: The children of Novgorod, Russia have been hearing their parents anxiously discuss their worries about the more concerning acts of tyranny committed by Tsar Ivan the Terrible and where it may lead. The children make believe that they have strong protectors that are kind, fun, and whimsical. An entity among Zalgo's ranks finds it endearing and brings their imaginary playmates into reality: thus, Pop and Cane are created. However, they are bound to a music box with two dancing bears in it, and they cannot interact with the world unless the box is open and playing its music.

1570

AUGUST: The Slenderman is angered by the otherworldly jesters’ presence in the mortal realm and sees it as blatant disrespect from Zalgo that he allowed one of his minions to do this. Slenderman manipulates Ivan the Terrible's paranoia to convince him that the people of Novgorod are secretly working with his enemies. Ivan sends his personal army, the Oprichnina, to slaughter them all as a result of this. Pop and Cane are bound to their box during the massacre, which not a single man, woman, or child managed to escape. The Candy Twins are beside themselves with grief and horror but are unable to do anything. The soldiers raid the homes of the deceased citizens for items they can take, and in the process one of them smashes the music box. This ends up freeing Pop and Cane permanently. The duo immediately sees to having Tsar Ivan strangled for the atrocities he ordered.

1722

MAY: A one of a kind, colorful, Laughing-Jack-in-a-Box is spawned for a lonely little boy named Isaac in England. The creation of the Jack inside is not due to the Slenderman, Zalgo, or anyone in league with either of them; to this day, Laughing Jack's creator and that creator's motives remain an enigma. However, the Slenderman mistakenly believes the clown is a product of Zalgo's faction and seeks to ruin him.

1726

JULY: Isaac has sealed Laughing Jack in his box, as his mother has informed him he will be going away to a boarding school. Both mother and son have been tricked, and in reality, little Isaac is the Slenderman's first attempt at a human proxy. Isaac spends years being psychologically manipulated and forced to do the entity's bidding, and eventually comes to enjoy it.

1738

FEBRUARY: Isaac is returned to his now-empty childhood home when the Slenderman becomes tired of his experiment. Despite most of his memory of the past years being a blank fog, he still has the urge to shed the blood of heathens and miscreants and does not deny himself indulgence in this craving. Laughing Jack is forced to watch the carnage and is unaware of the Slenderman's existence or involvement.

1747

SEPTEMBER: Isaac nostalgically releases a heavily traumatized Laughing Jack one night, who immediately sets to torturing him mercilessly. Jack kept Isaac alive and suffering for nearly 47 hours before his body gave out, after which Jack simply started to wander around, completely invisible to the people around town.

OCTOBER: Laughing Jack encounters the Slenderman for the first time, and the faceless entity attempts to convince him to join its crusade for order and conformity. Jack blatantly refuses, as he has no respect for religion in any context after watching Isaac's mother and conformity doesn't suit his tastes anyhow. The rogue seraph doesn't take this well in the slightest, and Jack is quite thankful he can teleport away like he does.

1751

MARCH: Laughing Jack meets Candy Pop and Candy Cane for the first time and joins them in their search for Zalgo so that they all may request his protection from the Slenderman. Zalgo informs them that the mortal realm is open territory, and he cannot prevent the Slenderman from pursuing them there, but offers them their own 'pocket dimensions', where nobody can enter without their permission. This offer is gratefully accepted, and now Laughing Jack has his carnival and the jesters have the Candy Circus.

1896

JUNE: Jason exists. He has no memory of where he came from or how he spawned seemingly out of nowhere, but he knows his passion and mission is to bring joy to the children he encounters with unique and wonderful toys he makes. It is generally assumed that Jason was created by the same mysterious being that brought Laughing Jack about, but this cannot be confirmed as fact.

1899

JANUARY: Jason dedicates a corner of his shop to be a play area where children who can't afford to purchase new toys can come and play with them to their hearts content each day (respectfully, of course – Jason doesn't like to see his toys treated callously). The boy he met that inspired this project, named George, offers to help with chores around the toy shop as a gesture of gratitude, and is pleasantly surprised when Jason hands him a few coins after to pay him for his work.

DECEMBER: Jason has noticed a small child regularly peering in the window of his shop and ducking out of sight when the toymaker turns his head in that direction. One day, he waits behind the door and greets the boy when he appears, and invites him into the shop. The child is shy and hesitant, and based on the shoddy rags the boy is wearing as clothing, he assumes other shop owners have chased him away because he doesn't have spending money for their wares. Jason waves him in and allows him to play with some of the toys in the shop without worrying about buying or not.

1900

1906

DECEMBER: George has been coming by several times a week since then to help with whatever work Jason can find. Sometimes the toymaker can't find anything for him to help with, as Jason is a naturally clean and organized person anyway. On those days, George would watch him work, or wander the aisles and marvel at the incredible works on the shelves. Jason doesn't want to leave the child empty-handed for the holiday season, so in lieu of paid work he gives George a custom toy that has no other in its likeness anywhere in the shop: a fuzzy little mouse with wheels for feet. George watched in awe as Jason turned a silver key in its back and set it on the floor, only for it to scurry about in fun figure-8 patterns with a consistent mechanical purr. That memory of his laughter was the last Jason had of George in his shop.

1907

JANUARY: George had not visited in weeks, and Jason was quite worried. With some effort and assistance from passersby he manages to locate George's home, but a sour-faced man wordlessly slams the door in his face when he inquires about the child.

FEBRUARY: A small river of melting snow disturbs a shallow grave on the outskirts of the town, revealing the corpse of a child. A wind-up mouse toy is found in the pocket of the body's trousers, and a constable brings it back to its maker. The authorities had come to question Jason regarding George's death, as the child's parents had apparently pointed their fingers at the now-distraught toymaker. Jason tells them what he knows, and the constable admits that he doubted Jason's involvement in the crime to begin with – the cold had preserved the corpse fairly well, and cause of death was evidently starvation. George had not spent enough time in Jason's shop to be starved there.

MARCH: George's parents cast reasonable doubt on their alleged involvement in their son's death. His mother sobbed crocodile tears as she told the judge that he must have gotten lost and fallen in with ill company. Jason could swear he felt his blood boil when the couple were not found to be at fault or punished in any way, when everyone seemed to know what they'd done. He had kept the little mouse toy on his person since it was returned to him...and he held it safely in his pocket on the night he slaughtered those miserable bastards to avenge the child they hadn't cared for in the slightest. As he left the town, he wasn't happy to have abandoned his toy shop – but he regretted nothing else he did that night.

APRIL: Jason crosses paths with Laughing Jack, who warns him about the Slenderman. Without waiting for a response of any sort, Jack had teleported Jason straight to Zalgo so that he could gain protection as well. Jason admits to Zalgo how desperately he still mourns his toy shop, and Zalgo grants him not only a similar space but the ability to move it wherever he pleased so that he would never lose it again.

1914

NOVEMBER: With World War I starting up among the humans, the war between ancient entities seems to be drawing to a close. Slenderman agrees to a truce with Zalgo, and reduces his mettling with human affairs.

DECEMBER: Laughing Jack invites Jason to visit at his carnival, where the latter is also introduced to the pure chaos that is the Candy Twins (mainly Candy Pop).

1958

APRIL: On the 24th of the month, Ann Carrington is born via c-section to an exhausted mother and disappointed father, the latter of which had been hoping for a son.

1979

OCTOBER: On the [REDACTED] day of the month, Jack Robinson is born to two proud young parents.

1984

MAY: Ann Carrington has fulfilled her dream of becoming a registered nurse and begins work in a well-known psychiatric asylum under the direction of its founder, Dr. Abel Whitworth, who has gained a reputation among the nurses for behaving very inappropriately with them.

1985

MARCH: On the 17th of the month, Jonathan Frank is born, the second son to his parents.

1987

SEPTEMBER: Nurse Ann has refused Dr. Whitworth's advances despite his threats to her career. He attempts to force her, but she successfully defends herself and runs off. A bitter Whitworth has her relocated to the most dangerous ward of the asylum in retaliation. Within two weeks of this reassignment, Ann is murdered by a homicidal patient who somehow managed to get ahold of a straight razor. Her body had already been hacked into pieces by the time anyone went looking for her. She woke up in the morgue without a pulse and walked out overnight; a new worker, afraid of being fired for negligence, failed to report her corpse missing and instead through some fireplace ash in a spare urn to report her cremated.

[pokoinsides]

(I decided to use my Tumblr acc jus for once,bcs I had got hyperfixated on Creepypasta fandom,made a terrible, traumatizing in all the matters au and got a punch into my face from my gf,platonic son and other friends,bcs I was getting their brains burned with all the headcanons I'm producing on an unimaginable speed,so now I'm going to torture u too >:) )

Here is my Creepypasta au - Traumatic pasta! It's something similar to Slendermansion (I'm saluting to all the veterans from 2010s,who were lucky to see this display of happy cringe stories with holes everywhere: in the concept,in the plot of every fan fiction,etc.),but the main idea is like Slenderman having in the mansion not the whole universe of all the species living under his wing,but only the ones,who really need his protection due to their own reasons (like,they can't live on their own because of age or special care they need and they've found it only there).All the characters have mental illnesses from traumas or from birth,so their existence is more unbearable in all the senses, especially in such place...

The whole au is some kind of mockery over the mental health system in many countries,the way society accepts it,+ I have a great interest in psychology and psychiatry,so you can count it also like some study or similar to it.I've tried to write the characters and their illnesses as correct as it was possible,while having only the internet as a helper and some conservative "psychiatry for teapots" book.

Tomorrow I'm planning to write more about the characters and their problems,but for now I just want to say,that I will be glad to any activity from the users here: I won't bite,so don't be afraid to ask any questions,which could ever come to your head :D

[stupid-dumb-autistic-idiot]

random facts about my fuckig au i usually try to balance them out between characters but i dont feel like it so its gonna be a lot of squid sisters

-marie has killed two people but she was possessed the first time

-both of the squid sisters are eternally touch starved and i dont know why. theres a lot of hand holding

-callie has ocd (surprise!!!). she mostly has trouble with making decisions

-marie is more of a slew of mental disorders than a person (relatable)

-i feel like shit

-marie figured out a lot of the problems she has in canon but now she has more sooo

-callie likes shitty pasta idk

-marie is incredibly picky about food because autism but also she eats lemons (???)

-callie is really good at social stuff and marie just figured out shes not supposed to leave while people are talking

-i only traumatized the new squidbeak splatoon so everyone is kind of really scared of them

-HISSSS

-marie only bites if you approach her without warning

-they only hit each other sometimes

-im done now

-bye fuck you

[jmflowers]

Tumblr Prompt Party Masterpost

The original prompt concept (April 26, 2022)

prompt #1 | when you were young, you used to dream about fires (forest fire by Brighton) - (April 26, 2022) | Maya and Carina's son has a nightmare, Expanded to "Fire - March 2027" (May 22, 2022)

prompt #2 | no one else is such a beautiful dream to me (The Beautiful Dream by George Ezra) - (April 28, 2022) | Maya with her 6-week-old son, Expanded to "Beautiful Dream - April 2023" (May 7, 2022)

prompt #3 | home, where my heart is full. home, where I don't feel away or cold. (Joy of Little Things by When Chai Met Toast) - (April 29, 2022) | Maya returns home to Carina and their toddler son, Expanded to "Home - July 2025" (May 8, 2022)

prompt #4 | it's okay if you can't catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest (two by Sleeping at Last) - (May 1, 2022) | Carina faces a traumatic moment

prompt #5 | dinosaurs, dinosaurs, oh, I love dinosaurs (Dinosaur Song by Blippi) - (May 2, 2022) | Maya and Carina's son teaches his mommy a few things, Expanded to "Dinosaurs - May 2029" (May 15, 2022)

prompt #6 | when everything feels heavy, I've learned to travel light (seven by Sleeping at Last) - (June 10, 2022) | Maya and Carina's kids get into trouble at school, Sneak peak from "Travel Light - June 2025 to December 2032" (July 4, 2022)

prompt #7 | no song - (July 9, 2022) | Maya and Carina prepare for their son's first birthday

prompt #8 | I feel it all and I can't stop it, wish that I could turn my faucet loose (Begging for Rain by Maggie Rogers) - (August 11, 2022) | Maya and Carina's daughter calls her brother for support, Sneak peak from a WIP

prompt #9 | it's never easy, you and me, but we deserve this (Perfect People by Becky Hill) - (August 29, 2022) | Maya comes home to Carina after a tough call, Expanded to "Here - Fall 2022" (November 27, 2022)

prompt #10 | been a while since someone met me in the middle (Feels So Easy by Ber) - (October 11, 2022) | The kids argue about accents

prompt #11 | no song - (December 11, 2022) | The outline of a fic not written: Maya and Carina prepare to expand their family

prompt #12 | no song - (December 28, 2022) | Maya and Carina's son learns how to be a big brother, Expanded to "Everlasting - October 2025 to January 2028" (January 1, 2023)

prompt #13 | just tell me how to love you better (Running Out of Love by Seafret) - (January 9, 2023) | Snippet from a WIP not yet finished, Maya and Carina in bed together after a difficult few days

prompt #14 | write something silly for me - (January 10, 2023) | A conversation between Maya and Carina about their rambunctious daughter

prompt #15 | an angsty three-sentence fic expanded (January 11, 2023)

prompt #16 | and it felt like I was home, just the two of us alone (Inside Out by Zedd, Griff) - (January 22, 2023) | a quiet moment between Maya and Carina that was cut from Risk

prompt #17 | no song - (February 5, 2023) | an alternate version of the dad thing that wasn't used for Risk

prompt #18 | if you're mad, stay mad (February 20, 2023) | a cut scene from Risk that would've fit into those missing few months

prompt #19 | soulmates/solemates AU (February 22, 2023) | an intentionally ridiculous trope fic about socks and love (posted to AO3 on May 14, 2024)

prompt #20 | febricity (posted May 30, 2023 - written April 12, 2022) | noun: the quality or state of being feverish

prompt #21 | tofu (June 22, 2023) | Maya makes her teenage children some "dinner"

prompt #22 | pasta (January 28, 2024) | Maya in the kitchen with their children

prompt #23 | you found a way to stay next to me, in my blood and in my bones (Everywhere I Go by Wild Rivers) - (March 2, 2024) | Carina processes some residual grief

prompt #24 | never stops moving (March 18, 2024) | Vic remarks on Beatrice's Bishop qualities

prompt #25 | picky eater (April 13, 2024) | Carina grows frustrated with the limited list of foods their toddler will consume

prompt #26 | kitchen renovations (April 14, 2024) | Maya and Carina buy some tile (but I should've given them sledgehammers)

prompt #27 | appliance shopping (April 14, 2024) | Hygge Universe, a pregnant Carina gets frustrated with Maya's shopping techniques

prompt #28 | canon casual intimacy (April 14, 2024) | Maya and Carina wander through their new neighbourhood

prompt #29 | first time (April 15, 2024) | Liam has a fever

prompt #30 | the scene we never got (April 17, 2024) | Maya and Carina find their home (in screenwriting format)

prompt #31 | learning Italian (April 26, 2024) | Carina stumbles upon Maya and Liam on DuoLingo

prompt #32 | Blindfold (May 15, 2024) | Maya and Carina and that scene at the end of 7.07

prompt #33 | "Ew, Andrea..." (May 28, 2024) | Maya and Carina's Hygge Universe children have a discussion on the couch

prompt #34 | you're still going? (June 2043) | Beatrice and a friend discuss her post-secondary options, post-accident

Additional Hygge Universe Stories:

Hold You Up | October 2025 | Carina leans into Maya as they adjust to being mothers of two (May 28, 2022)

Strong Enough | May 2025 | Maya and Carina navigate the fear of replicating childhood traumas (August 24, 2022)

Tethered | June 2027 | Maya and Carina make another attempt at vacation and relaxation being synonymous (September 12, 2022)

Christmas | Winter 2027 | Maya and Carina learn how to (and how not to) celebrate Christmas with their two young children (December 23, 2022)

Risk | May 2033 to August 2043 | Maya and Carina's daughter finds her thing (January 21, 2023)

Addormentata | November 2025 | Carina and Maya navigate the challenges of raising two children amidst the six-week sleep regression (May 8, 2023)

Brave | February 2025 | Maya and Carina's son has his first trip to the ER (March 27, 2024)

Alone | November 2026 | Maya and Carina learn that their toddlers need constant supervision (April 30, 2024)

Give In | July 2031 | Sometimes, Maya is incapable of saying no to their daughter (May 7, 2024)

Additional Station 19 Stories:

Vorfreude | (German: the joy one experiences while looking forward to something) A (thoughtful) gift is given | (May 13, 2022)

Visceral | (felt in or as if in the internal organs of the body) Carina has a migraine | (March 27, 2022)

Somnolent | (inclined to or heavy with sleep) Maya falls asleep | (March 18, 2022)

Three Sentence Fics | the challenge (January 2023)

Trope Challenge Fics | the challenge (February 2023)

Additional Works: AO3 (2018-present) | FF.net (approx. 2010-2018)

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Least Favorite Fanfiction Tropes

I recently shared my favorite fanfiction tropes to read and to write. Now it's time for my least favorite. I don't hate these, they just are not my thing. I don't always exclude them from my searches(some are inevitable). But these tropes are usually a no-go for me. And I struggle to write them if they come up in my fics.

I'm actually not picky with my tastes, if a fic has like the perfect tags, but one of these is included, I'll probably give it a try.

Holidays - I don't know what it is, but there are always too many characters. I'm not a fan of holidays in general, so I don't really get much out of this situational setting. Having to write a holiday is even worse for me. I just don't find it to add the spice I want. Or it's because I am the spawn of Satan and just don't like Christmas(we may never know)

Domesticity - This is one I dislike because I usually end up having to write it at some point(goes hand in hand with fluff). Just all those little moments feels like I'm describing nothing. Also a bunch of nothing happening. I want plot. I do not care if they are making pasta together.

Mafia/crime AU - this is probably my least favorite of the common trope AU's. Probably because I don't like original stories that are about this either. I will probably never write this trope.

Fluff - I struggle to write this, and if there is too much in a fic I'm reading I just die. It's an unavoidable trope, and I write it because I want to tell a well-rounded story, and those soft moments are important. But it's hard. No conflict, just things going well, no one's feelings are getting hurt, what's the point? I do think it has it's place, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.

Hanahaki - as someone who is very into omegaverse there's only so many niche fanfic tropes I can invest in. I find it hard to suspend my disbelief for this. The art is always really pretty though.

Amnesia - this trope is overdone in original fiction, and I haven't really seen it subverted well in fanfic either. I find it has a very predictable plotline for 99% of the stories it's present in.

Baby fic - no children. I like characters to be on birth control thank you. Pregnancy scares make for good angst, but I do not care about the baby(unless it's a canon compliant type deal) I don't like writing babies so I don't think I'll ever touch this(unless I need to really traumatize my readers).

Gen fic - sorry, it has it's place. But it's not for me. I almost am always reading rated M or E. I write those same ratings, every now and then something rated T will sneak in. But those are too wholesome for my cold dead heart.

Sick fic - this is a tricky one for me. I do use injuries and illnesses as plot devices in my work, but more secondary plots. If the whole fic centers around an illness or disease I'm probably out(especially if it's serious) I think one problem is just a lot of domesticity goes along with this, and also because one character is sick, they can't do much else, so it's a bit boring.

Bonus number 10! Miscommunication - this one is tricky. I either love it or hate it depending on the execution. I write this a lot. But where it can break a fic for me is if there isn't a good reason or foundation for the miscommunication. Give me a good reason why things went wrong and I'm all there, but if characters aren't talking "just because" I will get pissed.

[boiliesdecarlig1]

Pentru a prinde peste alege boilies tare

Printre elementele carligelor de pescuit enumeram paleta, tija, varful si spinul. Paleta este necesara pentru a nu permite desprinderea nodului, iar tija poate fi mai lunga sau mai scurta in functie de momeala. Spinul unui carlig este conceput special pentru a retine pestele odata prins in undita sau lanseta. Pe piata exista numeroase tipuri de astfel de produse, de aceea este greu sa gasesti unul adecvat. Pasta pentru pescuitul crapului este realizata din ingrediente special alese pentru a mari gradul de atractivitate al momelii in timp ce este utilizata ca momeala de carlig sau pentru a atrage pestii pe vad cand este intrebuintata pentru a acoperi momitorul.

Vrei sa achizitionezi boilies pentru pescuit?

Cat timp stai pe malul apei si astepti sa prinzi ceva, vei incepe sa vorbesti cu prietenii cu care ai venit toate chestiile care-ti trec prin cap. Glumele, competivitatea din voi si tot ceea ati discutat in timp ce sunteti la pescuit o sa cladeasca relatii de prietenie puternice. Comparativ cu alte sporturi poti practica pescuitul cu un chit de buna calitate la preturi decente. Nu este necesar sa cheltuiesti o avere. Multitudinea de articole de pescuit disponibile in acest moment a facut ca pretul acestora sa fie unul competitiv, cu un raport excelent calitate-pret. Mai multe studii ale cercetătorilor demonstrează beneficiile pescuitului pentru sănătatea fizică și mentală a oamenilor. Conform statisticilor, peste 90% dintre oamenii care merg la pescuit au parte de beneficiile oferite de natură. În plus, petrecerea timpului alături de prieteni sau cu familia are un efect bun asupra stării interioare, deoarece favorizează sentimentele de bunăstare și securitate.

Cauti un magazin online cu boilies de carlig?

Pescuitul îți permite să explorezi natura, să-ți refaci instinctele naturale și să rămâi activ până la adânci bătrâneți. Este o activitate liniștitoare, incitantă și plăcută, care aduce mari beneficii pentru sănătatea și bunăstarea ta și are puterea de a-ți transforma perspectiva asupra vieții. Și că pescuitul poate ajuta la reducerea stresului la aceste probleme și preocupări care au loc în viața ta personală sau profesională. rutină monotonă conduce, mai devreme sau mai târziu la faptul că sistemul nervos începe să treacă în mod explicit și necesită o nouă val de energie. Pescuit - este, în același timp, intimitatea si armonia cu natura, și o grabă uriașă adrenalină. De asemenea, nu uitați că pentru starea sufletului în sine util chiar și rămâne în aer curat, departe de oraș poluat. Pescuitul este considerat una dintre cele mai relaxante activitati si este o pasiune intalnita cel mai des in randul persoanelor de sex masculin, chiar daca, pe ici pe colo, doamnele mai noncorfomiste renunta la pasiunile “nobile” care le caracterizeaza si aleg sa isi petreaca o zi in jurul unui lac sau pe marginea raului asteptand cu nonsalanta sa prinda un pestisor.

Studiile arata de asemenea ca pescuitul poate fi folosit ca terapie pentru a reduce simptomele stresului post-traumatic (PTSD). Potrivit studiilor, pescuitul ar putea duce la o reducere semnificativa a simptomelor de anxietate, depresie si stres somatice. Mersul impreuna cu cele mai apropiate persoane la pescuit, pe malul unei ape, este un mod foarte bun de relaxare si distractie in acelasi timp. Petrecerea de ore indelungate in natura cu prietenii, reuseste sa va relaxeze total, deoarece nimeni altcineva nu va poate deranja, iar pescuitul in sine reuseste sa induca o stare de destindere. Pescuitul ne puna rabdarea la incercare in permanenta, prin simplul fapt ca pestele nu trage cand vrem noi, de cele mai multe ori, pestele va musca momeala exact cand ne asteptam cel mai putin. In rest, trebuie sa avem rabdarea necesara de a petrece ore bune, sau chiar zile pe malul apei pentru o viitoare captura.

Magazin online cu boiles

Cercetați piața și citiți recenziile de produse pentru a afla ce paste sunt cele mai eficiente pentru specia de pește căutată și pentru condițiile de pescuit. Alegeți o pastă care are o aromă și o textură care sunt atractive pentru specia de pește căutată. Alegeți o pastă de pescuit proaspătă și de înaltă calitate pentru a asigura eficiența maximă. Experimentați cu diferite tipuri de paste de pescuit pentru a vedea care funcționează cel mai bine în zona dvs. de pescuit. Ca un pescar avizat, nu există nimic mai plăcut decât senzația de a prinde un pește mare. Dar cheia către succes constă în alegerea pastei de pescuit potrivite. Cu atât de multe opțiuni disponibile, poate fi coplesitor să alegi pasta perfectă pentru următoarea ta aventură de pescuit.

Opteaza pentru pasta pescuit carlig

Boilies-ul de pescuit este o metodă populară de a atrage peștii și de a crește șansele de a captura unul mare. Această metodă de pescuit este utilizată de mulți pescari din întreaga lume și este considerată una dintre cele mai eficiente modalități de a atrage peștii. In acest sens, este indicat sa optati pentru pasta boilies. Boilies-urile pe bază de cereale sunt făcute dintr-un amestec de făină, ouă și arome specifice. Aceste boilies-uri sunt de obicei mai ieftine și sunt potrivite pentru pescuitul în ape cu o concentrație scăzută de pește. Boilies-urile pe bază de proteine sunt făcute dintr-un amestec de proteine, arome și arome specifice. Aceste boilies-uri sunt de obicei mai scumpe și sunt potrivite pentru pescuitul în ape cu o concentrație mai mare de pește. Atunci când alegeți boilies-ul de pescuit potrivit, există mai mulți factori de luat în considerare. Unul dintre acești factori este tipul de apă în care veți pescui. Dacă veți pescui în ape cu o concentrație scăzută de pește, ar trebui să optați pentru boilies-uri pe bază de cereale.

Pasta de pescuit poate fi folosită într-o varietate de moduri, inclusiv ca mamaliga pentru a atrage peștii în zona de pescuit, sau ca momeală pentru a-i face să muște. Dacă sunteți un pescar pasionat, cu siguranță ați auzit de pasta pescuit carlig Boilies. Pasta de pescuit este o substanță lipicioasă și aromată care este folosită pentru a atrage peștii în zona de pescuit. Aceasta poate fi fabricată dintr-o varietate de ingrediente, inclusiv făină de porumb, brânză, pește măcinat, miere, nuci și multe altele. Aroma și textura pescuitului paste este proiectată pentru a atrage peștii și a-i face să muște. Pasta de pescuit sărată - această pastă este fabricată din ingrediente precum brânză, pește măcinat și sare, care o fac să fie o alegere excelentă pentru speciile de pești care preferă aromele mai sărate.

Pescuitul este o activitate ce poate aduce liniște, stare de bine generală practicanților săi și prin prisma efectelor pozitive pentru sănătatea mentală și a deprinderii de abilități utile indiferent de categoria de vârstă. Și nu o spun doar eu, o spun psihologii. Să o luăm pe rând! Când pescuiți, de obicei sunteți concentrat pe sarcina pe care o aveți de efectuat și pe mediul înconjurător imediat și nu vă faceți griji pentru nimic altceva. Mulți oameni spun că pescuitul are și un aspect spiritual și că pescuitul este o formă de meditație. Concentrându-vă asupra împrejurimilor și apei, puteți să vă conectați cu mediul într-un mod în care alte activități nu pot. Acest lucru vă poate ajuta să vă relaxați și să vă limpezească mintea, reducând cantitatea de stres pe care o simțiți zilnic.