#archived mind of v: rambles and blurbs.

[eldritch-nightmare]

idk idk im just imagining eyeless jack purring.

i'm just picturing in my mind. he doesn't know he can purr, it's not something that ever happens, not until he met you. it's something that surprised you both, really.

you two, cuddling on the couch or the bed or wherever. his mask is off, lazily thrown somewhere unimportant. his face is buried in your neck, breathing in your scent as you're scrolling through your phone or reading a book with one hand while the other is running through jack's hair, lightly scratching every so often.

it's a blissful state of calm and quiet between the two of you, and jack is beginning to doze off when—

...

"jack..."

...

"jack, honey, are you purring?"

and he grumbles slightly, a bit annoyed that you're talking to him when he's trying to sleep because no, he is not—

...

okay, so maybe he is purring. that's a thing he can do, sure. makes sense, i guess. i mean...

sharp teeth, multiple tongues, an insatiable desire to consume human flesh, black oozing empty eye sockets... why not add purring to the list of his quirks? it's probably the tamest thing there, honestly.

and you can't help but let out a small laugh, his purring growing louder at the sound of it as he tiredly huffs and buries his face further into your neck, lightly nipping at your skin.

and the two of you fall back into silence once more, except for the sound of him purring as he drifts off to sleep in your arms.

safe and sound, just him and his lovely mate.

[eldritch-nightmare]

hi i just had the worst breakdown of my life so here are my top 5 creepypastas based on how good they'd be at comforting you.

at number 5 we have the bloody painter. he's a very good listener and offers some fairly good advice (only if you're okay with him being Very blunt lol), but he's not an emotionally expressive person and is stoic more often than not so it really looks like he doesn't care about your problems. he does, trust me he does.

coming in at number 4 we have toby. he's had his fair share of breakdowns, and whilst he may not be able to offer physical or verbal comfort if that's something that helps you, he is a very good listener and is willing to sit there with you while you cry and vent your heart out.

at number 3 we have eyeless jack. he's great at listening, gives some solid advice without coming off as rude. not the best at physical comfort but will spare an awkward hug or two if it'll help. his comfort feels more clinical at times though, to be honest. he does his best though so.

number 2 is homicidal liu. the type to stop everything he's doing if you even remotely seem sad. tries to keep you distracted from whatever is making you feel bad for as long as possible, but sticks by your side as you cry and vent to him about whatever or whoever is stressing you out. will probably tear up a little while you cry idk he hates seeing you sad. will get you water after you've calmed down, plus a lil snack if you want one. great listener. prefers offering physical comfort over verbal. he's not good with his words but he gives some pretty damn good hugs.

and coming in at number 1, the best to comfort you, is nina the killer. honestly she seems like the type to know you're about to break down before you even break down?? great listener, gives the Best advice, and will hug you or hold your hand until you feel better. you're stuck with her the rest of the day btw even after you've calmed down. she's gonna put on a movie, make some popcorn, and you two are going to gossip. it'll turn into a sleepover, and in the morning she'll make you breakfast and you're gonna have a lil spa day. literally nothing is more important to her than making sure you're feeling better.

[eldritch-nightmare]

i love liu so much he is just. That guy. to me.

everything about him is just. he's such an interesting character to me. he is so tragic in the sense that no matter how many times he loves someone, they're always doomed to die. he can never form any bonds, platonic or romantic, because death follows him like a loyal dog. it's his fault, he supposes. divine punishment for going down the path of revenge. something along those lines, he thinks.

i think liu tries so hard to protect those close to him. i think, even though they always end up dead, he never gets used to it. he feels to much. he never grows numb to the grief. maybe that's why sully is the one to always deal with death, because he knows liu will crumble at the sight of it. sully is the only person he's yet to lose, simply because he can't.

i've conjured up many different scenarios of liu falling in love, only for his lover to inevitably die in his arms. it haunts me like ghost. but there's always one specific one that haunts me the most.

heads up: many mentions of death, major character death, blood, and god.

i think about him meeting someone one day. it wasn't anything romantic or ‘drama’ worthy. hell, it probably wasn't even a meet-cute. realistically, it was probably something as simple as bumping into each other one time and then suddenly that person is like… everywhere you go, yknow?

and meeting you the second time, the third time, the fourth… it all felt natural. it was scary, how easily you wormed your way into his heart but then again, he never built up any walls. he can never stop himself from getting attached. he's only human, after all.

he never intended on becoming friends with you. he had wanted to keep you as a mere acquaintance, but you wanted more. you always asked to hang out with him whenever you saw him, even if it meant sitting in silence as he prayed or read a book. you didn't care, because you already viewed him as your friend.

viewing you as a friend was scary, because he knew the moment he got attached, then he was basically cursing you to die. but then months went by, and you were still here. you didn't vanish. you never got sick, or hit by a car, or murdered in a failed robbery. you were still alive. maybe that's when he started getting more comfortable around you, hesitantly letting himself get attached bit by bit, piece by piece.

death never came for you. you were so… alive. it took his breath away each time he saw you.

you started becoming a constant in his life. the one friend he allowed himself to have. even sully seemed to like you, which was saying a lot. he smiled more when you were around. it felt as if he could actually live a normal life, if he wanted to.

it's a shame that he didn't. maybe things would have turned out different, if he had.

you added color to his world in ways no one ever has before, and it was only a matter of time before he found himself falling in love with you. day by day, every time you came around with that sweet smile of yours, liu could feel himself falling. it was… scary.

would you die if he loved you? you haven't yet, so it would be okay, right? he could love you. he wants to love you. he does love you.

and loving you was as easy as breathing. it was an embarrassed, flustered mess when he told you how he felt about you. the guy wears his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised when he confessed to you. but he was certainly surprised when you reciprocated his feelings.

it was like every day felt brighter with you in his life. he got happy over the smallest things. your smile, your laugh, the way the stars reflect in your eyes, how you light up like the sun whenever you start talking about something you enjoy… liu could spend hours just looking at you. you're like a painting come to life. he thanked god every day for bringing you into his life, because he simply couldn't picture himself living without you anymore.

and sully was just as smitten as liu. you had him wrapped around your finger. he's never had anyone other than liu, so he was fiercely protective of you. he was like a dog, the way he stuck by your side and scared off pretty much anyone he considered to be a threat. but the moment you call his name, he's turning into mush. he looks at you like you're the only other person in the universe. to him, nothing else could ever compare to you. nothing will ever match your beauty. if he could, he would devour you.

for the longest time, liu was terrified of leaving you alone for long periods of time. if he left you alone, you could die. but you always reassured him. no matter what happened, you weren't going to leave him.

“you're stuck with me, liu. even if you grow tired of me, i'll stay by your side.”

he had always been scared of telling you he loved you, but you said it so easily. you two could be sitting in total silence, and you'd suddenly say it. looking at him as if he were the stars and ocean combined, holding his face so gently in your hands, whispering it like a prayer.

sleep was easier with you. he felt safe. he felt like a different person with you. he felt as if he could forget about everything, and that he could just be liu woods.

it would take him forever to tell you about his past. he was worried that you'd want nothing to do with him if you knew. you listened to each word that came out of his mouth the night he told you, his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair. he thought you'd tell him that revenge wasn't going to make things better. he was prepared for it, actually. but instead…

“you won't leave after you kill him, will you?”

liu would have hesitated to answer before he met you. he never saw himself living after killing jeff. it was a bit grim, but that was his reality. but not anymore. not with you.

“i could never leave you. you're stuck with me.”

and that was all you needed to hear.

he was so caught up in his love for you that he forgot. he forgot. and he fucking hates himself for forgetting.

three years. three years into your relationship, almost five into knowing you. he left you alone for the first time. four days. he was gone for four days, and not once did he think anything bad could happen to you.

not once did he ever consider you crossing paths with his brother. he really should've, but he was so… so sure that this time would be different. you were supposed to live. you had so much life in you that liu couldn't even imagine you dying anymore.

you're the only reason he had a phone. you wanted to contact him when he was away, so you had got him one and added him to your plan. and when that phone rang, liu answered it happily with a small smile on his face, excited to hear your voice.

“i love you.”

your voice had been quiet. he could hear the terror in your words, the tears you were no doubt crying. worse, he could hear his brother in the background, mocking you.

“aw, i give you one phone call and you don't think to call the police? god, you're dumb. now your poor lover boy is gonna hear you die.”

and liu has never ran so fast. the panic, the adrenaline, it was the only thing that kept him from blacking out even as his lungs begged him for rest.

but it was too late. jeff was gone by the time he got there, and you were barely clinging to life in the middle of your bedroom floor. your blood pooled around you, staining your clothes. the floor. your skin. your phone.

it was like the world was coming to a quiet end. he held you in his arms, crying tears he couldn't feel.

“are you an angel?” you had playfully asked, your voice quiet. so quiet.

he begged. he begged you to stay alive. he begged god to not take you from him.

“i’m sorry i lied.” you said. “it looks like i won't be able to stay with you anymore.”

your heart was starting to slow. there was so much blood. why was he so cruel with you? what did you do to deserve this?

liu couldn't think of anything to say. he couldn't comfort you. he couldn't beg anymore. it was pointless, it all was.

“i love you.” it was the first time he said it, he realizes. three years of dating you, and he's only saying it now.

and you laughed. it hurt, but you laughed. that was all you needed to hear.

shakily bringing a hand up to his face, looking at him as if he were life itself, “i love you too.” he grabbed your hand before it could fall, your breathing starting to slow.

“i'm cold.”

watching the life leave your eyes was the worst thing to have ever happened to him. when you took your last breath, it was as if liu died with you. the grief he felt was so much that he shut down, sully having to take over.

and when sully saw your lifeless body in his arms, he laughed. this was a joke, right? you were just pretending. you can't be dead. you can't… you can't die. and when he stopped laughing, he cried. sully has never had to grieve someone before.

he cursed god. he cursed jeff. he cursed liu. he cursed himself.

i don't think liu or sully will ever heal from this, honestly. the grief will never go away. if anything, your death solidifies the idea that jeff needed to die.

for the longest time, i think sully would despise you for dying. how could you leave them? you promised you'd stay by their side, and now all they have left of you is a tombstone.

everything reminds them of you. it's like you were still with them, and yet they could never feel you.

how are they supposed to ever get used to never seeing your smile again? they'll never get to hear your voice or your laugh. they'll never feel your skin underneath their hands anymore. it's gone. you're gone.

liu would kill a thousand people if it meant bringing you back to life. sully would tear the heavens down and kill god if it meant you'd breathe again.

and sometimes, on the rare chance that liu is able to sleep, he dreams of you. he always hates waking up from those dreams.

liu will never stop loving you. no matter how much time passes, he always ends the day visiting your tombstone.

you were right.

he was stuck with you.

[eldritch-nightmare]

i love how my brain just rotates between creepypastas like they're displays of a clothing store like liu and sully r a Constant but then u have the limited time item on display right and today it's toby. so. here r some messy toby thoughts that needed to escape my brain.

i think toby is the type of guy to put on a cool, indifferent front. he acts as if he doesn't care about anyone but himself. it keeps people away from him, which is exactly what he wants. so i just imagine him meeting you, who maybe without even realizing it, somehow slips past the numerous walls he had spent years building up.

it catches him off guard when he finds himself instinctively protecting you, even willing to get himself injured to keep you from getting hurt.

his carefully built mask of indifference always seems to crumble apart whenever you're around, and he's torn because on one hand, he hates being so vulnerable around someone so easily. but on the other, it feels good just... being himself around someone, yknow?

he's not the biggest fan of casual company, preferring to be by himself more often than not, but you're the exception. he's cool with you being around if that's what you want.

and he's really not sure when the friendship he had with you started to become something else. maybe it was the first time he felt comfortable enough to touch you, holding your hand like it was his lifeline. or maybe it was when you covered his hatchets in stupid stickers that you had for one reason or another.

he doesn't know, but he finds that he doesn't mind this change. it was... strange, sure, but he liked strange. he liked you.

will literally die before making the first move btw because he's the type to probably psyche himself out of confronting his feelings for you. you gotta take the lead if you want to officially start dating him.

head in hands i think he's a bit insecure im sorry i just. i imagine him feeling awkward when he isn't covering his mouth because of the scarring. it's not something he's felt insecure about before but now that he's dating you, it's like he's hyperaware of every single flaw he has.

has nightmares of you dying :(

definitely the type to pull flowers out of the ground, roots and all, to give to you. may even offer some cool rocks. or, if he wants to give you something really nice, he's not against robbing a mall or some shit.

since he can't feel pain, he never really reacts or gets worried when he's injured. he can't feel it, and once it's been treated he basically forgets about it. but you always get so worried over him whenever he gets hurt, even placing kisses on his bandaged wounds, claiming it'll help quicken the healing process.

has days where his relationship with you becomes so overwhelming that he avoids you like the plague. always feels guilty but he can't help it, he's never been this close to someone before and it scares him.

if you aren't a proxy, then he absolutely does not want you ever finding out about his 'job', and he certainly doesn't want slender finding out about you.

if you are a proxy, then he accompanies you on your missions more often than not if slender doesn't prevent him from doing so. if you squint and turn your head to the side, it's almost like you're going on a date!

uhm uhm uhm some small nsfw thoughts under the cut

switch toby truther until the day i die!! sometimes he wants you to take control and make him come undone until he can't think anymore, and other times he wants you on your knees begging him to fuck you until you pass out. depends on the weather.

it takes him a long long long time for him to feel comfortable enough to perform any sexual acts with you. he's a raging virgin okay the guy hasn't even watched porn before and sex is a really intimate thing and that makes it a little off-putting sometimes.

definitely a sub the first few times you guys have sex. he's more comfortable when you take the lead. but when you convince him to dom you for the first time, it is like a life changing experience. something about having you a crying mess underneath him, begging for him to fill you up does smth to him idk. he likes it. switch toby 🔛🔝

praises you like you were an angel sent from the heavens. he praises you until his words become a jumbled mess of 'so goods' and 'love you so much's

could literally never degrade you ever im sorry if you're into that but he literally can't be mean to you. you're so sweet to him why would he ever want to say mean things to you?? you deserve to be treated like royalty??

marks you up literally each time you guys have sex lol. bite marks all over your body that it's literally impossible to hide all of them. he acts all embarrassed after the fact, muttering an apology but he loves seeing his marks on you.

i think he'd cry if you kissed literally any of his scars btw because it's like... woah. woah, you love him. you love him. probably comes undone just from that little act of intimacy alone tbh.

fucks you like it's the last time he'll ever be able to. because to him, that's always a possibility. it scares him to death, thinking about how one day he or you could die. he needs you to feel how much he loves you whenever you two have sex. he needs you to know.

i think he likes to watch you masturbate.

still discovering his kinks for sure but the dude 100% has a voice kink i can't explain it but your voice just does something to him man. especially if you're whispering praises in his ear, calling him a good boy and telling him how much you love him.

always puts your pleasure before his. he wants you to have an orgasm at least three times before he has his first one for sure.

he is just so!! in love with you!! you are the love of his life!! he needs you like he needs air!!

so yeah. yeah. toby. he's cool.

[eldritch-nightmare]

possible tw: blood, murder, ritual sacrifice, alcohol, many mentions of drunk people, brief mention of vomit though there isn't actually any in the story

idk man i'm just thinking about how the spot where jack got sacrificed is probably considered a 'party spot' by both high schoolers and college students so every party that matters always takes place there because people love to be cool and edgy and don't care about the fact that it was a spot of ritual sacrifice and that the cult members performing the sacrifice were all brutally murdered by some unknown killer.

and i'm thinking of you being dragged to a raging party there by your friends. you didn't want to go, you had like multiple papers to write and your professor was giving you absolute shit for not meeting the deadline like everyone else but your friends don't care.

"you need to relax! have some fun! live a little!"

that's their reasoning, and it's not like you can just ditch now. you were the designated driver, and you're far too nice to just abandon your friends at a party while they're all getting shitfaced.

anyways, the party is filled with other students from your college. most of them are drunk, and the place is honestly starting to feel like a scene out of a shitty slasher. you're half expecting jason voorhees to walk out of the forest and murder everyone here.

that doesn't happen, thankfully.

no, instead, over the blaring music blasting through the bluetooth speakers, the host/DJ of the party announces that in memory of the many that were sacrificed at the altar everyone was partying around, an offering should be made.

an offering of blood, that is.

which... that's a fucked up thing to suggest, you think. people died. people were killed here. it's fucked up enough that there was a party going on here in the first place, but to make light of something so tragic in such a way just feels disrespectful to the people that died.

and maybe it's because of the alcohol almost everyone here was drinking, or maybe it's some form of peer pressure but everyone, including your friends, seemed to dig the idea.

maybe this is a low-budget cult classic slasher...

you honestly weren't even paying attention to what was being said anymore, instead going over to one of your friends to tell them you were just gonna wait in the car until they were ready to leave.

but when you were stepping away from them to do just that, they were suddenly grabbing your hand and holding it up while excitedly pointing at you.

"they'll do it!"

"excuse me?"

because you're not even sure what the hell your friend just signed you up for, and you didn't even have a chance to do anything before you were being pushed forward and then dragged towards the altar.

you resisted, of course, because you did not want to take part in whatever it was they had planned. you're quite content with your blood staying inside of your body. where it belongs.

it's harder to fight against multiple drunk people than you thought it would be.

"guys, this isn't fucking funny, stop it-"

a blindfold is being forced on you, robbing you of your sight as you're forced down onto the altar. then your hands were bound together, which was only putting you further on edge because it honestly felt like they were actually going to 'sacrifice' you.

your demands for this to stop were ignored as the host of the party went on and on about the tragic murders that took place here and how your blood would appease the angry spirits of the 'poor lambs' that were slaughtered. the guy was starting to sound like a member of a cult, honestly.

which... considering the location, coupled with the sudden demand for sacrifice... well. you're really hoping this was a joke, honestly.

this was starting to go on for far too long to feel like a joke anymore, so your annoyance began to bleed away to genuine fear, "guys, seriously. this isn't funny."

and when you felt the sharpness of an actual blade press up against your neck, you began to realize that this situation was actually dangerous.

"let the sacrifice commence!"

and the blade against your neck pressed down hard enough to draw blood, but before any real damage could be done, the screaming started.

you're... not sure if this was part of the sudden impromptu ritual you found yourself in.

it sounded genuine. one person started screaming, and then another. until everyone at the party was seemingly screaming. the blindfold over your eyes prevented you from seeing what was happening around you, but the blade pressed against your throat was suddenly gone and you could hear it clanging as it was dropped on the altar.

"run!"

"oh my god, what is that?!"

"h-hey man! it was just a joke!"

"don't hurt me! please don't hurt me!"

and then everything went silent. too silent. even the air was still. you were far too afraid to move, even more scared to speak.

but that's when footsteps filled the silence, and you could hear as they approached you.

you couldn't help but flinch when you felt a hand grab your bound wrists. you tensed up, waiting for the worst. instead, you felt the rope binding your hands together come undone.

another hand pulled your blindfold down, and your blood ran cold at the scene surrounding you. there were bodies everywhere. some were still twitching. all of them were gruesomely murdered, their throats ripped out.

you had to force yourself not to vomit, especially when you recognized a few of the bodies to be your friends.

but the carnage around you seemed to pale in comparison to the man that stood in front of you. he was... very much not human. he wore a mask, so the only feature of his face that you could see was his eyes. or... lack thereof.

he didn't say a word, and for a moment, you didn't either. but the silence was too loud.

"are you going to kill me?"

and he tilts his head slightly at the question. the mask he wore hid away his expression, so you weren't sure if your question confused him or amused him.

he doesn't speak, but he does step away from you. that was enough to tell you that no, he did not plan on killing you. you don't say anything else after that, and you don't take your eyes off of him until he leaves you alone on the altar, surrounded by numerous bodies.

the drive back to your dingy little apartment was deathly silent. you were alone, but you didn't feel alone. and when the morning came, news broke about the massacre. every body there had its organs missing, and the police had no leads on who the killer was.

the blade that had your blood on it was gone, so there was no evidence that you were ever even at that party.

and after that night, every night to follow it was... different. even when inside the safety of your own home, you felt as if you weren't alone. something was watching you. you knew who it was, you just chose not to acknowledge it.

the glimpses of blue that you caught outside your window every other night was enough to confirm your suspicions.

you aren't sure why he was watching you. maybe it was to make sure you didn't go to the police, though you sincerely doubt they'd believe a word you said if you tried. or maybe it was something else.

you don't know. but you caught his attention.

you can only hope that nothing bad comes from that.