#creep pasta

[crushedsweets]

Judge angels and lazari redesign (sorta) + lazaris mother talking to Dina when Dina was a little girl

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Jack’s family// part one

Paring - laughing jack x female mother reader

Word count - 1.1k

Trigger warnings - stalking, infidelity, implied violence, supernatural horror, demonic clowns lmao, mentions of death involing children.

synopsis - (Y/N) picked Jack up from an old antique shop to decorate her son's nursery, unaware of the clown's growing obsession with her and her family.

Author's note - I'm branching out y'all, might be a part two of Jack killing her husband and holding her and her child hostage?? He just wants a family.

It had been ten years—ten agonizing, silent years—since Jack had last been free. He sat entombed in a dusty corner of an old antique shop, his once vibrant black-and-white box now dull, the wood cracking like an ancient relic. The jagged edges frayed with time, a reminder of the decades he’d spent as an instrument of terror, leaving a trail of broken families and dead children. And yet here he was, trapped, abandoned on a forgotten shelf, nothing more than a curiosity in the eyes of passing customers. To him, it felt like an eternity in purgatory.

Every day, the same routine. The dull chime of the shop's bell as strangers drifted in and out, oblivious to the dark history hidden in his box. He heard their idle conversations, their polite laughter—so blissfully unaware of what he could unleash. Jack sat, coiled tight in the suffocating darkness, waiting, his patience wearing thin with each passing second.

Then one day, the bell chimed, and something was different.

The air shifted as she entered the shop. Jack felt her presence immediately—a softness he hadn’t sensed in decades. The scrape of her shoes on the wooden floor was delicate, careful, and when her fingers brushed against the dust-laden surface of his box, he felt a shiver race through him. A voice, sweet and light, like a distant melody, reached his ears. "This Jack-in-the-box will be perfect for my son," she said, as if sealing Jack’s fate.

Freedom. His prison was lifted from the shelf, and as she blew the dust away, Jack could barely contain the excitement stirring within him. Finally, After all these years, he would get to play again—he would torment, terrorize, and destroy this new family. And this soft-voiced woman? She had no idea what she had invited into her life.

The gentle rumble of the car’s engine soothed Jack as he peered through the slit in his box. He watched the world pass by, noting how much it had changed. The cars, the buildings, the people—everything seemed new. But some things were always the same.

When the car stopped, she carried him inside, cradling the box as if it were precious. She placed him carefully on the dresser in the nursery—a room filled with warmth and light, a place so alien to Jack it almost made him recoil. The walls were painted with bright, cheerful stripes, circus animals danced in frames, and a mobile of tiny elephants spun slowly above the crib. The air smelled sweet, like lavender and baby powder, a scent that made Jack’s stomach twist.

For a moment, his resolve faltered. This wasn’t like the other homes. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t sterile. The love in this room was palpable, and it sickened him.

But then he saw the photograph.

A family portrait, framed and sitting on the dresser, caught his eye. The woman—his woman now—stood smiling with her son in her arms, and beside her was a man. Instinctively, Jack’s gaze darkened. He recognized that kind of man all too well. The same hollow smile, the same empty eyes that Isaac, his original owner, had worn. A man filled with deceit. A liar. A traitor. A knot of fury twisted inside Jack. This was a man who didn’t deserve his family.

The door creaked open, and Jack slipped back into his box just in time. Through the crack, he watched as she entered, holding her baby, her face glowing with maternal love. The sight of her rocking the child in her arms, singing a familiar lullaby, filled Jack with something he hadn’t felt in years—desire. Not the kind he was used to, the hunger for fear and chaos. No, this was different. He wanted her for himself.

Later, when she was gone, Jack crept out of the box, his claws tracing over the photograph. His sharp nails slowly scratched out the image of the man, carving deep grooves until his face was nothing but a blur of ruined paper. Jack’s gaze lingered on her face now—her, and the baby. A family. A perfect, broken family, waiting for him to fix.

The days passed, and Jack’s obsession grew like a cancer. He watched her through the small hole in his box, never tiring, always waiting for those quiet moments when she would slip into Lucas’s room alone. She was always alone. No husband to help. No man to protect her. Jack learned the child’s schedule by heart. He knew when Lucas woke, when he napped, when she fed him. But his favorite moments were the late nights—when she would shuffle into the room, barely awake, her robe slipping from her shoulder, her hair falling messily around her face.

Those were the moments Jack lived for.

On nights when Lucas wouldn’t stop crying, Jack found himself wanting to silence the boy himself—just to keep her all to himself. The temptation to suffocate the child with his own stuffed bear crossed his mind more than once, but Jack refrained. No, Lucas was a part of this, too. Jack could… tolerate the boy. After all, a family needed a child. And when the baby would giggle at Jack’s twisted face peering over the edge of his crib, it was almost bearable. Lucas even reached out, tugging playfully at Jack’s long nose, giggling at the black curls that draped down his shoulders. The boy didn’t fear him.

But Jack's true focus was always on her.

He could see the sadness etched into her features during those quiet moments when she thought no one was watching. The loneliness. The frustration. Jack understood. He had seen the husband’s phone calls—heard the lies. The cheating, the excuses, the late nights at "work." Jack's fury boiled beneath the surface. That man didn’t deserve her. He was hurting her, breaking her spirit.

Jack wouldn’t allow it.

He had scratched the husband out of the photograph, but soon, Jack would erase him from her life entirely. He would wait for the perfect moment. And then, when the husband was gone, there would be nothing standing between Jack and his perfect family. Just him, her, and little Lucas.

Jack’s grin stretched impossibly wide. His claws twitched with anticipation. Soon, she would see. Soon, they’d be together.

They’d all be a happy family.

[sillysarahsthings]

I have nicknames for people's LJs mainly when because I love drawing them all together, either after the artist, a trait, or just whatever comes to my mind.

Sorry if any of this is ooc btw.

Ft LJs!!: @the-art-ghost @ellzilla @sweetpayaso @xxsweetoothxx @froggybrainz @creeps-and-pasta @zucchinitart @authormeat

[xxsweetoothxx]

These 4 are my favorite panels so far from the Sketches Ive been working on. If you couldn't tell I haven't been able to draw digitally in AGES so. Traditional art you get for now!

[p1nkm1lkslug]

RAHH MMORE OC ART

aria :3

And Samara

And the first time I drew Freddie properly 😭😭

[froggybrainz]

This was honestly more fun than I thought lol.

I've been meaning to do this ever since I first saw everyone else doing it, so here is mine. The template has been sitting on my phones gallery, just calling my name until now, and I'm happy with the results=)

Now I'll elaborate on my oc Alex and Jack. So it was a ship I fell in love with when I found a darker fanfic by gaaraxel-13 on Deviantart and basically without saying too much Jack gets his 8ft tall ass kicked by a 5.6ft French lady and oh Boi it made middle school me happy. And I will say there was a whole lot more to the story, but honestly, I LOVE the idea that someone such as Jack can still fall in love with someone. I like the idea of him finding redemption cause of someone. Yeah, I love a good horror character, but when there is still some bit of humanity in them, I like seeing that come out. I'm just sad that it didn't end how I wanted it to, but honestly, it doesn't matter when I can just come up with my own ship cause that's the power of being an artist:)

@creeps-and-pasta

[chappellrroan]

people were right you really do start missing ghar ka khana

[ace-of-hearts3301]

I have more CRP whiteboard doodles, and i'll post those later. But for now enjoy my actual drawings of creepypastas

Isaac is the first one, somethings on him arent cannon or are off cause it was of my headmate Isaac.. hope it still looks okay though >:]

[akonstruction]

Creepypasta general headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚general head cannons for the creeps⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

characters ; jeff the killer, ben drowned, slender man, eyeless jack & nina

fandom ; creepypasta

note ; i didn't know if you wanted all in one or just a few so i picked 5 out and just added some in all ones at the end!

DONT INTERACT IF 13-

jeff the killer ~jefferey woods~

while chasing a victim in the forests he's probably accidently swinged at himself which caused him to get really hurt at least once.

he has little bite marks in the collar of his cotton shirts cause whenever he gets nervous, he bites his collars, for sure.

his room is the blandest in the whole manor, he seriously does not give a shit about decorating his room.

in my opinion he's also just like a walking zombie.

and last but not least... i personally think instead of him being all lanky, thin, brittle boned (aka how zombies would be) he's actually like hella buff.

ben drowned ~benjamin lawmen~

ben doesn't age, ever. hes gonna be a 12 year old forever.

he can also float, go through walls, doors, make lights flicker by using energy, overall, just whatever ghosty ghosts do!

and i don't think he teleports through tv's or whatever but actually he can find people easier through them.

slender man ~eric knudsen~

like mentioned before i said manor instead of the established mansion because i feel as slender man would find mansions just un useful and whatnot and just overall just strongly prefer manors any day.

slender man is not a "loving father" to the creeps but instead he is a greedy, acquisitive, rapacious, being towards them and not at all petrified to act when he doesn't get what he wants.

also, he is a phantom entity who lacks in age wise, which meaning he does not have an age, he is ageless. some may say he could be even in the millions which isn't true in my opinion.

eyeless jack ~jack nicholas~

he only hunts for dinner, he strives on eating new fresh human meat, organs and whatever that is in a human.

he doesn't sleep whatsoever. he has never had shut eye after becoming a creep, isn't that crazy?

he may only see at night whenever he has to hunt. when making the deal the slender man they agreed on allowing jack to see when necessary and slender man gets a new sacrifice and a new... employee you may say?

uses it/its pronouns

nina ~nina hopkins~

she's never liked jeff, ever.

she makes them cute kandi bracelets in her free time.

i never do sexuality head cannons since it just doesn' make sence in my head but she's 100% lesbian.

gay lord overload!!!

reads fanfics on wattpad, qoutev, a03 etc.

IN ALL

they don't just go on random ass killing sprees because why the hell would they?

and no, they don't just do paperwork and meaningless shit like that, they're meant to serve slender man not just do paperwork. not even the big boss slender does paperwork.

everybody hates each other besides jeff and toby may get along okay since they are sort of related not by blood of course but by the fire incidents.

[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.

[sillysarahsthings]

Welcome back to Falco across the L.Jackverse

Ft: @creeps-and-pasta 's LJ.

Tw: possible disturbing imagery (mainly Falco with a big ahh mouth.)

And this :3

[shallowknifewounds]

,,What if,, i actually started,,posting here again??

n.e way some Creep memories for my timeline.

I'm getting home after an absolute Rage (depression) induced bender. it was probably around 3am, just set a bunch of shit on fire in town,,yk the usual.

(accidentally posted the IG poopy version but fuck it ig)

[p1nkm1lkslug]

Creeps + my ocs as roblox pics 🗣️🗣️

[featherburnt]

Hear's a peak at something horrible I'm writing

[ace-of-hearts3301]

MORE CRP WHITEBOARD DOODLES!

Sorry for only reslly drawong Toby, LJ, and Issac. Theyre my more active CRP headmates so Im drawing my actually draeing them but it still counts.

Anyways, more to come soon...