#creepypasta fanfiction

[vampire-oc-lover]

To make your fanfictions pretty.

Does anybody know what are those and were can i find more of them?

[darlingdreadwrites]

Awkward

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

summary: You had planned to hang out in the woods on your day off, but the sound of Toby training reminds you of an awkward encounter. Confronting him leads to other things.

contains: a nervous toby, a little bit of a confession, toby's in loooooove, kissing

warnings: toby walks in on you half naked (encounter is under the RED DIVIDER!! skip it if you don't want to read it cuz it is kinda NSFW), awkward talks

wordcount: 1.5k

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a.n: needed to feed my toby fiends (i missed writing about him). also, for the EJ request, i am working on it, don't worry babes

The dark blades of grass tickled you through your long-sleeved shirt. You could smell the crisp autumn air as the cold kissed at your skin. Today wasn't the worst, you noted. You even had the right amount of sun. The orange-red leaves were cushioning your head, and these woods had never looked more beautiful. It was perfect. 

Thwack. Thwack.

It was perfect. 

You try to ignore the sound of Toby practicing his aim. You want peace and not be reminded of the awkward encounter you two shared. You shiver internally at the memory.

Having been tasked with another mission, you wanted to throw the biggest tantrum. It felt like you had just gotten back from one. As much as you might've enjoyed hunting, your body would get so sore. 

That’s why you were petulantly - and very slowly - getting dressed. You timed it; how long you should put an article of protective clothing to drag it out as much as possible. You just had no idea that this wasn't a solo mission for you. 

You were new. At least, new to Toby. He was used to the timely manner that Tim and Brian would respond when on a mission. That’s all he would remember until his eyes glazed over, leaving him as little more than a puppet to the Operator. He honestly thought you had forgotten about getting partnered with him and about your kill. He was right about one thing. That's why, unbeknownst to both of you, Toby was rounding the corner to barge into your room and yell at you like he used to be yelled at for taking too long.

Your bedroom door had swung open, and a heavy silence came afterward. You - being in the middle of putting your shirt on - had stopped to whip your head in the direction of the now-open door. If only your reflexes had the decency to let your shirt fall all the way.

Toby floundered, his mouth opening and closing dumbly. He didn't know why he couldn't - or why he even needed to - say anything. He could just close the door and not stare at you like he'd never seen a half-naked human body before. A very attractive half-naked human body that belonged to a very attractive human he had a massive crush on. 

He realized that now as the two of you stared at each other for a comically long time. His throat felt like it was the dryest it had ever been, and he worked to stop a heart attack from ensuing - and his dick from getting hard. But his eyes were struggling to stay glued to your face and not the way that your chest was on full display. He wanted to rush in so badly and squish his face against your - nope.

“Ooooh, fuh-fuck,” he whimpered. From embarrassment, you hoped. He squeaked out an apology before slamming the door shut.

Toby almost messed up the whole operation that day. You knew it had something to do with the incident, but neither of you wanted to address it at all. 

That was the whole reason Toby was throwing his hatchets like no tomorrow. You had to stop Tim from beating him into a bloody pulp. He said that if Toby liked his hatchets so much, he should learn to not fuck up his throws. He had no idea of what nightmare he had unleashed for anyone in the younger man’s vicinity. 

You try to shut out the repetitive sound of steel meeting wood. And the heavy, breathy grunts that came out of him, but you weren't going to get into that. As much as your brain screamed at you to ignore his presence altogether, a very loud, small part of you wanted to talk to him. You only recognized that as wanting to yell at him for being annoying. 

After a few more grueling seconds, you sit up. You internally hype yourself up to confront him as you stand up. You reach behind you to brush off any leaves or dirt that stuck to you. 

You'd only made it halfway to him when he heard the crunch of leaves. He knew it was you. Jesus, had he memorized the sound of you walking? How pathetic could he be? He contemplated scrambling in the opposite direction and leaving behind all his stuff for a moment. But when he saw your face come into view, he was stuck. Rooted, planted in his spot, and at your mercy. 

You offer a small, awkward smile before speaking up. “Could you –“

“I-is it the-the…” he trails off, glancing at the hatchets.

“Yeah,” you clear your throat. “Yeah, it’s the… it’s pretty loud.”

“My…my bad.”

“No, it’s – it’s fine, really, just… ya’know…”

Toby nods, grunting softly as he dislodges a hatchet from a very abused stump. He – pretends – to inspect it for a moment. “I have to-have to practice. I can’t hhhhelp how loud it-it is.”

You blink, taken aback by his defensiveness. “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“I’m-I’m just sssayin’ that if it’s bo-bothering you, you cuh-can go back to the-the cabin,” he almost mumbles the last part when he sees the look on your face.

“Ooo-kay,” you turn to leave, not wanting to deal with this.

“Wait – wait!” Toby drops his hatchet and takes two big steps closer to you. “Ssssorry, that didn’t-didn’t come… out right.”

“No, I understood.”

“Then why ar-are you making thuh-that face.”

“What – “ you can feel your cheeks start to warm up. “What face, Toby?”

He points at you with a gloved finger, his right brow twitches. “That-that face.”

“I don’t make any face.”

“Yeah, you duh-do. Happens a lot-lot when you talk to mmme.”

Oh, you need to get out of here. Like, right now.

“Won’t look at you again, then.”

You go to leave again but get stopped by a hand on your arm. It’s warm – he’s warm – and your brain almost short-circuits because of it. It’s gentle, more than you thought he could be. You can feel the involuntary movements due to his tics, but you can tell he’s being careful with you.

“It’s not-not a bad th-thing, or whate-whatever,” he lets his arm fall to his side like he just realized what he’d done. “Just… nuh-notice it, ‘s all.”

“You’ve stared at me enough to notice that?” You scoff, intending to tease him, but your voice comes off a little shaky.

Toby doesn’t respond immediately – he just shifts a little to get closer to you. He doesn’t trust himself to speak because he knows he would’ve immediately said yes.

Yes, he stared at you enough to notice that. Yes, he actually, really liked your face. Yes, he’d thought about kissing your face many times. Yes, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of you when he opened your door.

But he couldn’t just say that. You always seemed annoyed, or tense, when he talked to you. And even then, you two didn’t talk a lot. Toby, not fond of being in the cabin for too long, was always outside. He noticed that you mostly stayed inside – preferring the comfort of your room. Part of him wanted to experience that with you. He hadn’t had any type of comfort in a while.

Toby realized that he must be freaking you out with how long he was staring, but – wow, when had your face gotten so close? Toby couldn’t believe that not only was he leaning in, but so were you. It seemed like an invisible magnet was pulling your faces closer until he could feel your breath on his face and smell your heavenly scent. A scent that he would only be blessed with every time you walked by. But now it wasn’t a fleeting aroma. No, it was so much stronger than he ever hoped it could be.

For a moment, all you could hear was the wind and the rustling of the trees in response to it. You couldn’t help but feel it all be stripped away. As if everything had disappeared, leaving just you, him, and this moment. You both paused before any contact could be made. Your eyes flickered up to Toby’s, and he did the same before your gaze fell back to his mouth. You always admired how pink they looked, so kissable. Oh, god, were you going to kiss him?

He steps a little closer – he’s inches away from you now – his head tilting slightly. His lips part, and it causes you to swallow involuntarily. Your brows pinch together, and you look back up at him. The sight has him yearning to grab your face and planting a long, bruising kiss to your lips.

You feel your pulse thrumming as he leans in to close that last inch. His lips press onto yours softly – almost tentative – and then his hand finds yours. The rough texture of his glove rubs against your skin as he pulls you closer. You can just feel how much he’s holding back – holding everything in his power to not brush his tongue against your bottom lip.

When you finally break apart, neither of you speaks. He smiles widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he almost looks absolutely adorable. Until he opens his mouth, that is.

“I knew-knew you liiiiiked meee,” he sang, shimmying his shoulders a little.

You almost punched him.

But, in the end, kissing him again would satisfy the two of you way better.

[necroromantics]

How To Write ASPD / Psychopathy

half educational, half ramble. dedicated to the creepypasta fandom.

(check out my how-to-write bipolar + ticci toby here)

What is ASPD?

Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) is characterized by a disregard for others rights and feelings. It's a personality disorder, which means the mindsets and behaviours associated with this condition are deeply ingrained and maladaptive.

The current DSM-5 diagnostic criteria states that to be diagnosed with ASPD, a patient needs to have a long-term (occurring since at least age 15), consistent, and persistent history of three or more of the following:

failure to conform to social norms; repeatedly breaking rules/laws that may be grounds for arrest

deceitfulness; lying, tricking others for personal gain

impulsivity or a failure to plan ahead

irritability and aggression; fighting, hostility, outbursts

reckless disregard for the safety of self or others

irresponsibility; repeated failure to comply to work or financial obligations

lack of remorse; being indifferent to or rationalizing having mistreated or hurt others

ASPD, by definition, can only be diagnosed in people who are 18+. Minors cannot have ASPD due to treatment and intervention reasons. A minor who exhibits traits of ASPD will be diagnosed with Conduct Disorder.

At it's core, though it may seem like people with ASPD are just hostile and insensitive and rude, is a defense mechanism formed in childhood, typically in response to an abusive environment. Self-preservation and a "dog eat dog world" mindset are very common in those with ASPD. Everything is about doing what it takes to retain social dominance, control, and ultimately safety. Boredom and risk-taking is also very common in people with ASPD, and many people with this condition have never had proper, healthy influences in childhood to teach them proper manners, social norms, morals, or how to regulate their emotions and aggression.

It is a chronic condition that affects about 1-3% of the population. Its very prevalent in the prison population as well. ASPD not only causes a person to potentially cause harm to others, but is a condition that very negatively impacts the patients themselves.

(Note: The term "sociopathy" is typically used to refer to an extreme presentation of ASPD. "Psychopathy" may sometimes be seem as a very very extreme presentation of ASPD)

What is Psychopathy?

Psychopathy refers to a set of traits/issues that might be seen in patients. It is NOT a diagnosis. If psychopathic traits cause dysfunctional behaviour in an individual, they will most likely be diagnosed with ASPD.

Psychopathy is now most commonly used in research settings to use it as a term that describes certain patterns and behaviours. It is something professionals study, not diagnose.

The traits related to psychopathy are:

manipulative behaviour; superficial charm, persistent lying, deceiving others

grandiose sense of self

lack of remorse or guilt; lack of empathy, callousness, shallow emotional expressions

reckless lifestyle; need for stimulation, parasitic (constantly takes from others), lack of realistic long-term goals, impulsivity

antisocial behaviour; poor behavioural control, early behavioural problems, trouble with the law in youth

Not all psychopathic people fit the criteria for ASPD, not all are disordered by their traits, and not all people with ASPD are considered psychopathic. But there is a very big overlap.

Psychopathy is typically only recognized in a forensic or research setting. It is often wrongfully used in the media to describe people who are serial killers, abusive, or used to dehumanize others.

Personally, I believe that media and creators need to move away from the terms psychopath/sociopath. They have far too much negative connotation that only exists to demonize people who suffer with unconventional traits. If you want to write psychopathy correctly, do your research on what it looks like in its presentation, and just drop the label.

What are some harmful tropes with ASPD/Psychopathy in media?

ASPD and Psychopathy have been tossed around in many different settings as ways to cheaply create an evil villain, or a cold calculated monster, or a reckless criminal. There has been only one instance in my lifetime of watching hundreds of movies and shows that I have seen an accurate, humanizing portrayal of ASPD. (That show is House MD by the way, I highly recommend if you want to see good representation).

So what are some of the tropes to acknowledge and avoid?

1. Psychopathic serial killer

Have you seen American Psycho? Great movie. Don't do that. While the character Patrick Bateman is commonly associated with the terms "narcissist" and "psychopath", he also is a satirical character who is a very dramatized and exaggerated presentation of some psychopathic traits.

I will be honest. A lot of real-life serial killers do suffer from various mental health conditions, but correlation is not causation. In the Creepypasta fandom we are surrounded by different characters who are almost all serial killers, and people like to make things easy and just throw the label of "psychopath" onto them and call it realistic. This is very cheap, and very harmful.

If you want to write a psychopathic serial killer character, then acknowledge how harmful, fear-mongering, and dehumanizing this trope is towards people who actually suffer from these traits.

2. ASPD synonymous with abusive behaviour

ASPD is a disorder that does cause people to do and say things that will harm others in some way. Cluster B personality disorders are commonly seen as 'social disorders', as in they cause dis-order in interpersonal relationships, and in response to society. Borderline personality disorder (BPD) for example may cause somebody to threaten harm to themselves in response to percieved abandonment, or to have intense fights due to emotional dysregulation.

ASPD in particular may cause someone to be insensitive towards others problems, lack morality, be aggressive or hostile, put others down, or get into reckless situations. This is why they are disorders. Because they cause significant and serious problems in the persons life.

It is not pretty, and it's not fair, and yes, people with disorders may cause harm to others due to behaviours associated with their condition. But there is a difference between causing harm, and abusing another person.

Lying to someone is not inherently abusive. Being reckless is not inherently abusive. Being an insensitive asshole is not inherently abusive. To not understand the nuance and the complexity of these situations is to completely demonize and stigmatize a serious mental health condition. You don't call people with BPD abusive for their actions inherently, because you acknowledge they are hurting and only doing what they know to cope with this hurt. Of course it's unhealthy. That's what a disorder is. That does not make someone abusive by default. Anyone with any condition, even neurotypical people can be abusive.

3. Cold, emotionless robot

People with ASPD can and do feel emotion. People with psychopathic traits can and do feel emotion. They get sad, disappointed, disgusted, happy, excited, jealous, hurt, angry. There is nothing in the ASPD criteria that states anything about emotional presentation or experience.

In psychopathy, it is mentioned that there may be a shallow emotional expression. This may also be present in ASPD. This means that while a person will feel emotions, it is either beat down or brushed off, or completely repressed. The emotional repression may come from childhood abuse where they were punished for expressing emotions, or expressing emotions had caused them harm.

Lacking emotions/emotional expression is instead highly linked to Schizoid Personality Disorder, and is apart of the criteria for said disorder.

Media protraying people with ASPD/psychopathy as cold, emotionless, calculating robots is another trope used to dehumanize people with mental health issues. It's used to make people with ASPD seem evil or not having feelings that could be hurt. In reality, nearly everything a person with ASPD does, is their dysfunctional way of protecting themselves from being hurt.

People with ASPD may lack the emotional capacity for things such as empathy and remorse, though. Its common that they are unable to care for, or feel upset for others suffering. They may also be unable to feel guilt. This criteria is seen in about 51% of people with ASPD and is associated with more extreme presentations.

Do you headcanon anyone to have ASPD?

Yes, but I don't like to use the label on them. I do write a lot of antisocial mindsets into my headcanons for Ticci Toby, and I heavily write ASPD into my OC, Tobin.

For Toby, his presentation of ASPD comes in the form of rebellion, not understanding/following social norms, recklessness, and a strong desire for power, dominance, and control. I write this as his subconscious response to the trauma he faced in childhood. As a child Toby was constantly put down and made to feel small and powerless at the hands of his father. In order to make sure his father abused only him and not his mother and sister, Toby would act out and be a troublemaker. I think that he would have a lot of ASPD behaviours and views on the world.

For my OC Tobin, he's pretty similar in presentation in regards to power/control, and not following social norms. He is very prone to justifying and rationalizing his behaviours to the point he doesn't feel remorse for the harm he causes. Tobin grew up in a very unstable and abusive environment where, like Toby, he did what he needed to do to get by. He never learned proper morals, norms, regulation, etc. But Tobin does care about others. He takes care of his little sister, and loves his girlfriend, and is very protective. Tobin is still a complex human being with more to him than just being an antisocial insensitive prick.

How can I write a character with ASPD?

Do proper research. Not on Reddit, or Quora, or WebMD. I mean go find trusted, scholarly articles and read real scientific papers and studies on ASPD. Do research into how/why it forms, the mindsets, the symptoms and their presentation, the neuroscience even.

Humanize your characters. While it's fun to throw around a bunch of negative and toxic traits to a character you want people to see as 'bad', it's lazy character development. Give them good, positive traits as well. People are very complex, and nobody will fit in to the mold of good or bad. Make them human enough where someone wont look at your character with ASPD and assume everyone with ASPD are monsters.

But also, don't water down the disorder. ASPD does cause harm to the patient and the people in their life. I've seen it a lot where people will try to fight against stigmatization by completely glamorizing the disorder. "People with ASPD aren't inherently bad! They don't actually hurt others or act hostile or say insensitive things"... Yes we do. And it causes many problems. And that is why its a disorder.

Personally I don't like to throw the ASPD label onto my characters even if I do write them to have ASPD because I feel like it just boxes them in. If you write a character with ASPD, try doing it in a way where a professional would be able to tell they have ASPD without you even mentioning the label.

Remember that ASPD is COMPLEX. It varies vastly in its presentation, its a disorder that is life-consuming and the dysfunctional beliefs and behavioural patterns are deeply ingrained and consistent throughout many different areas in someones life. It's a label to describe preexisting issues. It's something that is highly associated with childhood trauma, and drug addiction, and general suffering for the person dealing with their own chaotic mind.

The biggest problem I see that frustrates me is the way people throw around the terms "psychopath" and "sociopath", especially when someone just wants to add a layer of edginess onto their character. Remember that you are dealing with a condition that real people suffer from every day. If you can't handle it respectfully, and if you would demonize someone with ASPD in real life for acting as your character does, just don't write it in. Keep the label separate. We don't need any more stigmatization and misinformation.

I know this was very long, but it's such a multifaceted and complex issue and I've seen it enough times in the fandom to be frustrated enough to write this. If you have any questions, want more advice or information, please feel free to ask away in my ask box 🔥

[valentinesworld4ever]

Can you please write some soft Ticci Toby??? Like the reader insists on taking care of him for once

Care for me!

A/n; anon omg I LOVVVVEEEE this pls, also sorry if this isn't what you wanted 😭

Summary; toby never had someone to care for him, so when you come along and decide to do just that? Well one things for sure, you're never gonna get rid of him

Warnings!; general fluff, mentions of abuse, killing and wounds, Toby's bpd acting up especially towards the end

Toby didn't have much experience, he had obviously dated clockwork for a year or so but again but they both had their own issues meaning the two of them never had the time to comfort each other, their lack of experience and the trauma in which broke them up, but when you came into his life that changed? How could it not. To set the scene imagine this, Toby had just finished up from a mission, the person he killed putting up a tough fight leaving him scratched, cut and generally emotionally hurt, it was never easy to kill someone, but when they're fighting so much harder to stay alive? It really took it out of him.

But you, oh you, you were so kind, the newest to the mansion at the time, your soft gaze widening when seeing the tears well in his eyes, your soft hands grabbing his and asking him what was wrong? He liked you instantly, you didn't care to judge him for crying, you never judged him for asking for help cleaning his wounds and for that he truly knew you were someone he wanted to be around.

Toby after that moment never wanted much more from this friendship, not until at the dinner table your fingers intertwined with his, almost as if you knew he was beginning to panic, he knew he was whipped, his brown eyes staring into yours, and for a second the world stopped.

And toby again didn't expect this to continue, who would want to be his friend, to look after him, so he tried to put an end to this and make you NOT like him, but when he came home one night after being gone all week only to be met with your crying face, asking him where he had been and how you thought he was dead, he knew he just had to kiss you, and that's what he did, kissing you between his apologies, telling you how he'd never leave you again, and for a moment just a moment the world stopped again

[darkromanceenthusiast]

slender with reader whos easily startled?? so he doesnt even realize when he teleports to them it would be a problem..been on my mind

Pairing: Slenderman x reader

Contains: fluff, Slenderman is the eldritch horror we love, you think he cares or understands human emotion? That's cute.

Unfortunately for you… Slender doesn't care about his own proxies getting slaughtered, so I doubt he'd care if he startled you.

If anything he's glad because those precious seconds you spent gawking with your heart pounding gave him an opening to grip one of his tendrils around your waist.

Now you're dangling upside down with you're face 0.2 inches from his featureless one.

“You smell delicious when you're scared, Darling.”

If you faint that's fine, its easier on him.

Once he's sure you wont run away he will become less antagonistic with his teleportation, usually choosing to appear in front of you rather than jump scaring you from behind.

That is assuming you're let out without him.

I always think Slenderman would easily be one of the most possessive creeps due to the sheer amount of inside knowledge you'd have on the operator because Slender doesn't like letting you go too far from him.

There was absolutely a stretch of time he had you chained to his desk.

Masky, Hoodie, and Toby are all there actively trying to ignore their rising annoyance at the crying/terrified person their boss is currently trying to coax into his lap.

Masky would probably end up whacked upside the head with one of his tendrils because he made a comment about killing you.

Toby would low-key just feel bad for you but keeps it to himself.

Slenderman sometimes forgets about the whole “humans have basic needs” things y’know cause he's not human so imagine his surprise when you tell him you cannot in fact eat raw meat.

He also realizes how careful he has to be with those static headaches after he nearly gave you a brain bleed :(

If you're not a captive but rather one of his proxies you'd be one of the only one he gives a shit about.

Expect near constant jumpscares, your only warning is how silent the forest gets before he materializes.

He almost always puts you in those bullshit page posting duties and you know each time he's gonna try and blend into the trees until he catches you.

Honestly, it's probably his idea of a fun date.

Its even worse when his voice does the telepathy thing, so there's nothing anywhere and then you have a voice IN YOUR HEAD and you STILL CANT SEE ANYTHING.

He genuinely, deeply, adores your fear almost as much as he wants your love.

[fattuccini-afraido]

Tim: I can't handle this. I need a cigarette.

Y/N: I knew that you would so I came prepared. Nicotine patches!

Y/N: You just put one on your shoulder an- Oh, stuck it right on your face, huh?.

Tim, sighing: I want it as close to my brain as possible.

Y/N: That's unsettling. Well, I think I know how to fix the problem .

Tim: That's good. I love you so much.

Y/N: I love you, too.

Y/N: Wait, you're talking to the nicotine, aren't you?

Tim:

Tim: I can love two things.

[crystalgastles]

Christmas with Jeff Abel (Jeff the killer)

Jeff was born on Christmas, meaning it’s his birthday as well as the holiday

He does not like Christmas, if you like Christmas he will happily celebrate with you since he doesn’t get to be domestic but he’s not thinking of it as a Christmas celebration especially because of the memories attached to it

You cannot make him watch a Christmas movie, the closest thing you can get him to watch is the third terrifier and even that is pushing it (he loves the grinch, make him watch the Jim Carrey version he will be glued to the tv)

He’s Floridian, he is not used to the cold despite living in Colorado for a few years. Depending on where you are depends on how cuddly he is

If it’s below fifty degrees good luck prying him off of you

“It’s fucking freezing don’t complain”

He loves the tiny lights, Christmas lights are his favorite part of Christmas, it feels like the world is glistening just for him

He will take you in his truck to look at all the lights, he and Louis used to do that as teenagers and will want to continue that tradition with his partner

He gets really emotional at manger scenes because his mom used to point them out to him as a child and say that the baby Jesus in the manger was him

Despite him saying he hates the holiday I find that the way he celebrates is warm and simple.

He will stick any extra money he has in the donation buckets with the people ringing the bells. It’s just something he’s always done

Get him something for his birthday and Christmas please, he only ever got combined gifts.

Spiked eggnog and hot chocolate, straight up whiskey and hot chocolate mix. He is an alcoholic

Will insist you don’t mention his birthday but mention it, get him a cake. Decorate the house with normal birthday decorations that have nothing to do with Christmas. He loves not feeling like he is ignored during his birthday even if he says different

“Doll, I told you it’s not a big deal, whyd you go and do all this for” and he’s trying so hard to not smile

Will lay with you on his truck bed and park in the middle of the street when it’s late enough to look at the lights they put up in the streets

His gifts are impeccable even though they are stolen, he remembers little details about people he loves so it’s easy to find thing’s special for them. Especially if you’re his partner

He likes cigarettes and alcohol, get him a cd he loves music.

Slow Dances with you to no music, just to hold you close because he’s cold constantly.

Kisses your nose when it gets red and flushed in the cold.

Love y’all 🦭

[seas1mping]

Candy Pop Redesign

General info:

He/it

7'11

He's OLD ASS MAN

DILF TOO

FATHER OF TWO, COUNT 'EM, TWO CHILDREN

He also has 3 wives, Tengen Uzui type shit, and just like Tengen they're all bad as hell

I love Candy Pop I would love to infodump about him but if I'm conscious any longer I will fall asleep at my desk

Someone ask me about him I will YAP like a motherfucker

[sillyguystrawb]

Don't get your hopes up for a full story but I wrote this and absolutely needed to share it. This one's for all you Lyra Rogers fans, I love you.

TW: Death

A/N: Here's a short teaser of a creepypasta fanfic I want to write! I have no name for it yet aaaa idk I'll think of one. If I even continue this story lmfaoo anyway enjoy!

(Creepypasta Fanfiction Title Here)

. . .

“You’ve been gone a long time, human.”

“I know.”

“How long has it been, exactly?”

“Almost 14 years.”

“Your body has decayed by now, beyond even my assistance.”

“There’s no hope for going back, never was.”

“Bold assumption to make.”

“Nobody wakes from the dead.”

“Nobody you’re aware of, until now.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

. . .

A chill ran up the woman’s spine, the cold snow beneath her body crunching as she sat up. She looked around, standing on her feet with a stumble, shivering and hugging her arms close to her chest. She was in a graveyard. The tombs around her had fresh snow, the pathway between rows of graves lit softly with garden lamps. She turned around to look at the grave she’d awoken above.

“Lyra Rogers. A daughter, a sister, a friend. 1985 - 2011.”

Her own grave stood almost indistinguishable from the others in its row, with the exception of the words alone to identify it. Lyra stared at it, wondering what the funeral had been like. Had her mother been able to go, with her grief? Had her father even wanted to? Had Toby been able to move on since? A crunch of the snow outside the graveyard alerted Lyra, and she ran over to the entrance and made her way toward it, to see a few young adults talking over cigarettes and a bottle of god knows what. She waved at the group and shouted.

“Hey, you guys!” She needed help. Her long sleeve shirt was torn in odd places, her jeans were just as beat, and all her clothing was covered in blood. Her own blood, she knew that much. The crash that killed her in the first place had done enough damage to destroy her body, she wouldn’t think they’d even consider an open casket funeral. So how was she even here?

The group of people didn’t even acknowledge her, and Lyra ran towards them, but still nobody looked. Nobody batted an eye. When Lyra reached out to touch the shoulder of the man closest to her, her hand only slipped through his body like it didn’t exist. The blonde woman’s eyes widened, and she looked behind her at the snow. No tracks, not even a dent in the snow where her feet had been. It was like she didn’t exist.

It didn’t take much longer for Lyra to give up on the group of people and walk down the street to a forested park, where she sat on a bench to think. The night was cold, she was cold, and her chattering teeth and shivering body didn’t help much to ease the freezing temperatures in her chest. The wind pushed against her as if she were real, a cruel joke considering living things couldn’t feel her it seemed, but the wind had the ability to make her colder. She turned her face away from the gust, and her eyes set on a circular graffiti mark, with an X in the middle. It was carved small into the bench, but not small enough to miss.

Lyra reached out to touch the mark, to feel it’s indent in the wood. But just as her fingers brushed onto it her vision went dark, stomach flipped, and mind went dizzy. Spinning and flipping like a rollercoaster and seasickness all in one, finally opening her eyes to a dirt path only very lightly covered with snow, and trees surrounding her like a fortress. The dizziness escaped her after about a minute, and she stood up, walking down the path in hopes of finding some kind of shelter. The questions formed in her mind, each one breeding new questions with no foreseeable answer as she walked nervously, shivering down the path.

After turning corners and making guesses as to which way to go, she eventually saw a light up ahead, a single flickering lantern on a porch connected to a very old, very large mansion. Fire meant warmth, and as Lyra sprinted over to the porch a man came into view sitting behind the lantern. She slowed to a walk as she got closer, stepping next to the first step of the porch and standing before the man and his lantern. He smoked a cigarette, a light tan jacket covering a plaid shirt, looking off into the distance.

“Never seen you before, you new here?” The man spoke, finally looking at Lyra. His calm, nonchalant expression and the way he gestured for her to sit next to the lantern felt strange. Not bad, but strange, how could he see her when the others hadn’t been able to? Why wasn’t he freaking out over the amount of blood on her clothes? Lyra sat next to the lantern, leaning close to it for warmth.

“You look cold and confused, how did you get here?” Lyra didn’t look at him, trying to calm her chattering teeth and shivering hands on the small fire. The man hesitated before sighing deeply.

“Not much of a talker. Or too in shock, that happens too.” He stood up slowly, and picked up the lantern, walking over to and pushing the front door open with a loud creak of the hinges. “Come on in, it’s a lot warmer here and I don’t feel like freezing you to death.”

“Th-thank you..” Lyra stuttered, following him inside. The wave of warmth that hit her stung at first, the temperature difference shocking her body slightly as he put out the lantern and lead her down hallways and into an open-plan room, one side with a kitchen and bar, the other side with what looked like a conference table. “Sit wherever you want, I’ll grab you a drink.” The man went into the kitchen portion of the odd room and grabbed two mugs, fixing Lyra up hot chocolate which he put on the counter for her before making himself a black coffee.

“Coffee hm? Isn’t it like.. Late?” Lyra spoke softly, nervously as she picked up the hot chocolate. The man put out his cigarette on an ashtray at the bar and chuckled at her remark.

“It’s 2am, but that hasn’t stopped me before.” Lyra smiled as she sipped her drink, and watched the man sit in front of the ashtray at the bar to drink his coffee.

“Thank you, again. What’s your name?” The blonde woman smiled warmly at the guy, who nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

“Tim. People here call me nicknames, but I prefer Tim.” Lyra sat at the bar next to him and her head tilted slightly. She was warming up for sure, the mansion seemed pretty warm for such an old building.

“Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Lyra.” Tim’s eyebrows raised. He seemed surprised, like he’d expected anything except that. He chugged his coffee and turned to face her properly. He looked hard into her eyes for a moment, searching for an answer she didn’t know the question to. He finally outstretched his hand which she took, and they shook. His hand was calloused, but warm. Rough skin, but gentle touch.

“There are others that live here?” Lyra finally asked, to which Tim nodded. Lyra hummed before asking another question, tentatively, avoiding eye contact. “How can you see me? The others they.. couldn't.”

Tim’s reaction made her snap her head to look directly at him, as he laughed. “You’re not the first ghost I’ve ever seen, Lyra.” A few seconds went by, the man was smiling slightly, and Lyra took another sip of her hot cocoa.

“How..” She started to ask, before pausing in utter confusion. The blood didn’t faze him. The sight of a ghost didn’t faze him. The fact she came out of nowhere didn’t faze him.

“You’ll understand in time, it’s complicated. But everyone who comes here did so on purpose whether they knew it or not.” Tim’s answer stuck to her like a porcupine quill. He stood up again, and washed his cup, placing it in a drying rack. “Finish your drink, I have something to show you. Someone, more accurately.”

Lyra didn’t want to bombard Tim with questions, even though they were filling her to the brim, so instead she finished her hot chocolate and stood up. He beckoned for her to follow as he walked down a short hallway, and knocked on the last door on the left. On it, a sign reading “Do Not Disturb, I’m Sleeping.”

Tim pounded on the door hard, and yelled at the person inside. “Open up, you have a visitor!”

A familiar voice rang out from inside, clearly annoyed with Tim’s aggressive knock. “Tell them t-to leave me alone.”

“You’re not gonna want this one to leave you alone.” Tim replied, and a young man opened the door, glaring at Tim before setting eyes on Lyra. His face dropped from annoyance, and landed hard on disbelief. His hand twitched, and his eyes watered.

“Toby?” Lyra asked softly, looking into her brother’s pale face. “You look like shit.”

Toby only latched onto her, tears immediately falling from his eyes into the cloth on her shoulder as she held him close, barely paying mind to her surprise that she could touch him. He whimpered and wept, but there was joy under it all. After all that time, she had been dead and buried for almost 14 years. And now she was back, at 2 in the morning, New Year’s day.

[sinshinelennypops]

creepypasta drabble + headcanons

some fanon influenced headcanons for various pastas + Marble Hornets characters. A friend and i have been doing an rp for like 2.5 years at this point and have made quite a few headcanons, feel free to add some

-Tim cannot stand cheesecake, instead his favorite food is pineapple pizza

-Toby desperately wishes he could play guitar but due to his ticks no one trusts him, until his 21st birthday where everyone pitches in and buys him a guitar and amp

-Jeff wears an eye mask to bed because of his eyes being super sensitive

-Smile Dog can and will speak to you and try to manipulate you into giving him food, but otherwise acts like a normal dog just with the ability to speak

-Sally and BEN often play Just Dance and other older games on the Wii and Playstation while the others are out on missions

-Tim and Brian have kissed at least once in the decade they've been in the Slender mansion

-Nina stopped crushing so hard on Jeff at around 18 and instead began to enjoy women (Jeff hates this)

-Brian's favorite movie is Legally Blonde

-Bi weekly adult only sleepovers and weekly movie nights keep morale up across the mansion

-Generally, everyone gets along pretty well, especially since most of the proxies and other people in the mansion have been there for years now

[static-scribe]

Thing that’s been in my head for a while:

Could you write about Toby meeting someone else with a tic disorder,? Male reader, please! Reader is also kinda of a romantic, he likes roses and other red things, like blood and hearts!

(This is kind of self-indulgent but shhhh it’s fine….)

Hi! Thank you for being my first request, I would absolutely love to write this for you! I hope I handled it to your liking! As someone who has a tic disorder this request kind of made me super happy and I had a lot of fun writing this!

Upon meeting you, Toby is instantly infatuated with the fact he’s met someone like him. I doubt he had met another person with tics before and meeting you makes him feel like he has someone who can understand him.

You two are like instant best friends and nearly impossible to separate from each other. Whenever he has free time from proxy work he is usually by your side. Before you even start dating, people already assume you are just from how much you are together. 

He would go out of his way to try and appeal to your romantic side. He’d bring you gifts in your favorite colors, stuffed animals, things that remind him of you, sweets, and obviously roses. Don’t ask where he gets some of this stuff as he is perpetually broke. He may go a bit overboard and leave shit like human hearts in places for you to find but he’s doing it out of love.

You make him feel comfortable enough to tic freely around because he won’t have to worry about any judgment that might come from other people. This is one of the things that made him really fall for you. It wasn’t just about the tics it was the fact you wouldn’t judge him, and he would do his best to provide that same comfort for you.

Be warned that your tics would probably bounce off each other and you’d pick up the other’s tics. He finds it strangely sentimental. For him it's like carrying a piece of you with him. If that makes sense.

When he eventually would ask you to be his boyfriend, he’d probably show up to your place with some sentimental gifts to give you and a handwritten letter describing his feelings for you cause he gets awkward/nervous expressing big feelings verbally. He’d be barely able to stay still/contain himself while you read it. He would probably end up blurting out his feelings for you halfway through you reading the letter.

If anyone ever said anything rude to you about your tics, he would probably kill them or just hurt them at the least. He doesn’t want you to feel insecure about your tics but he knows insecurities are hard to deal with. Afterwards he’d repeatedly reassure you that you're perfect the way you are.

For a first date, Toby might take you on a picnic in a secluded place in the woods. (Don’t worry he didn’t prepare the food.) I could see it being a specific part of the woods where he goes to decompress from stress and him showing you that place would be quite the show of trust for him. He is willing to let you see parts of his life nobody else can and you’re very special to him.

[corcarel]

Play with ur food <3

(Wanted to upload it by itself too!)

[darlingdreadwrites]

Healing Touches

paring: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

Summary: You wake up and can tell that Toby is sick. He’s infuriatingly stubborn about it.

contains: fluff, sickfic, kissing, cuddling, sick toby, sassy toby

warnings: first fanfic i've ever posted (i apologize in advance), inaccurate portrayal of cipa if that's super important to you (he sweats), mention of making out, swear words, insults used affectionately

word count: 1k+

masterlist

a.n: finally decided to suck it up and post something. i was gonna post a stalker-y riddler fanfic first (i say "stalker-y" and he's literally watching you through your webcam LOL), but i'm just gonna do a fluffy one.

You stir from your slumber and your ears pick up on the deep exhale from the body holding you tightly from behind. You're warmer than how you usually wake up next to Toby. And sweatier. You stretch your back a bit to try and wiggle out of your hunched over position and feel as your shirt sticks to you stubbornly. Gross.

Pulling your outstretched hand from its laid-out position front of you, you use it to shield your eyes as you open them. It’s dark, of course, thanks to the black-out curtains, but it’s a habit you can’t put down. You blinked once, then again and try to wake yourself up enough to care what time it was. Why’d you wake up, anyway? And why were you sweating, most importantly. The scratchy clearing of your still-sleeping boyfriend’s throat seemed to make you suspicious.

You remove the hand pressed to your brow and rest it on top the forearm that tightly encircles your waist. The skin is warm and just a little clammy. Now, you’re no doctor, but you’re 50 percent sure Toby might be sick. You feel his body softly rumble as he lets out a phlegmy, wet cough. Maybe you were 90 percent sure. You rub his arm absentmindedly before grabbing a fistful of the blanket over your bodies. You toss it aside in hopes for cold air to cool both of your bodies. He doesn’t stir, thankfully, since he can’t feel the temperature change.

You rack your brain and try to think of any earlier hints of this sudden ailment until your thoughts stray to other topics. You didn’t even notice that you’d been staring, unblinking, at the wall in front of you until a groan broke the comfortable silence. You feel Toby’s lips against your shoulder blade in a lazy attempt at a kiss.

“Good-good morning,” he mumbles, and you return the sentiment. You wait a few seconds before you make your accusation, already anticipating the reaction.

You shift to your other side to face him, and he grunts in protest. Both of you settle into your new positions. He drapes an arm over your waist again, urging you to come closer. You only nudge his leg with yours since you’re not particularly fond of getting anymore of his sweat on you at the moment.

“How’d you get sick, Tobes?” You ask, half-sweetly, half-accusatory. “You’re always in layers.”

“M’not suh-sick,” he insists, his brows furrowing, and the muscle twitches ever so slightly.

“No?” You push back the hair that sticks to his forehead and press your lips onto his skin. Just to check the temperature, of course. And, Jesus, it was scorching. You could smell the slight tanginess of the sweat on his scalp.

“I don’t-don’t get sssssick.”

“You’re way hotter than usual.”

He snickers at that, “Thanks.”

You should’ve seen that coming, you sigh and suppress an eyeroll.

“I meant that you have a fever, dumbass,” you give him a deadpan expression, though his eyes stay closed.

“Nnnah,” he brushes you off and you can see his jaw clenching involuntarily when he shuts his mouth.

“You’re sick.”

“You’re suh-sick.”

“I might be. Cuz of you.”

Toby’s eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes, his wide brown ones meet yours. He purses his lips, as if trying to gauge if he really was sick or not. Before he can say some other smartass comment, you lean forward to plant a kiss on his jaw. Your body aches in protest, but you raise yourself using your arm and trail more kisses up the side of his face. He exhales contently through his nose and smiles at your sudden affection. He hums in satisfaction when you finally decide to peck at his lips repeatedly. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips out into a pout as the kisses get slower and longer.

Settling back to rest your head against your pillow, your eyes flick over Toby, and you assess his state. His nose and cheeks are pinker than usual, and you can tell how flushed he is despite the dim lighting.

“D’you want me to get you water? Or make you some soup?” You offer and he opens his eyes only to roll them at you.

“I like you-like you here,” he says stubbornly.

“We can keep cuddling,” you chuckle and press the backs of your fingers against his heated cheek. “But I’m getting you some medicine later.”

“S’fine, I can’t ffffeel any...thing.”

“I don’t care, you could have the plague.”

“You’re dramatic,” he shot back, a sassy lilt in his voice.

“Can I help you?” You ask sarcastically. “Please?”

“Can we not-not just cuh-cuddle?” He uses the same tone you did. “I can’t fuh-feel being sick, so-so it doesn’t m-matter.”

“Toby,” you say dryly before repeating yourself and drawing out the syllables, “Toby.”

“O-kay, okay, Jesus.”

“Good,” you smile and scoot just a little closer to him. He gives you a goofy grin before opening his mouth and letting out a small, playful cough. You can still see the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re nasty,” you cringe and scrunch your nose. He lets out a giggle and playfully pinches at the skin of your waist. When you nudge his leg again just a little harder in response, he rubs the spot on your hip to soothe it, and you can feel his hand twitch against it.

“C…an we muh-make out?” He breaks through the wholesome moment, and you purse your lips into a thin line.

“Your breath fuckin’ reeks, my love,” you pause and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “And you’re sick.”

Toby rolls over, mouth falling open to let out a quick, disbelieving chuckle. “I am-am not si-sick.”

Laughing, you lean over to be partially draped over his chest, propping yourself up on your side and giving him a gentle kiss. He slowly lowers his eyelids, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your cheek as both of you surround yourself in the blissful moment.

[necroromantics]

🎥 — NinaKate Headcanons

your beauty never ever scared me

- after a messy, rough, break up with jeff, and nina realizing he never truly wanted or cared for her, she was completely broken.

- toby couldn’t help, natalie didn’t know how to handle her. but at her worst, nina found solace in kate.

- she had known her prior, due to their mutual acquaintance with toby, but nina never thought much of her due to kates strong dislike for jeff

- plus, kate was always a loner. she was animalistic, feral, she didn’t care much for others and wasn’t even aware of her ability to form relationships with others

- but nina found kate, and kate was so grounding, so rational and tough. she helped snap nina out of her lingering attachment to jeff. kate taught her how to stand up for herself, how to find strength in herself, whether she knew it or not

- and nina was one of the only people who would treat kate as a human being. it was a weird sort of tenderness and care kate hadn’t experienced in years. something she silently yearned for, but beat down so ruthlessly

- but as nina dragged kate to her apartment, the low purple led lights doing well for the ferals light sensitivity, she felt weirdly at peace. she felt like this girl was treating her as if she wasn’t rabid, as if she was something worth fighting for

- kate hated showers, she hated baths. she hated feeling clean. maybe a deeprooted feeling that with losing her humanity, she lost her right to take care of herself as well. nina wasn’t having it. she would run a warm bath, and hum along to kates favourite alice in chain song as she washed out kates matted hair and it felt nice

- nina takes care of kate, shows her kindness and fun beyond what she had ever experienced. and kate keeps nina safe, grounded in reality. if ninas emotions get the better of her, kate is a perfect pillar for her to lean on

- neither of them understood the deep feelings of peace. ninas previous relationship was a warzone, and kate was currently fighting in one.

- so on those late nights with nina resting her head on kates lap as she plays through silent hill, just as she did all those years ago. it was if maybe, just maybe, there was a world waiting for the two girls beyond the destruction

- they weren’t just good friends, they didn’t just understand and help each other. there was a deep love forming, and it hurt when one of them got too far. nina would ask herself if it was okay to kiss a girl, to love another girl like she did, and kate had absolutely no idea what a good relationship looked like

- kates masculinity eased the other into her acceptance of her feelings. but when nina helped bring out kates femininity, it made her a flustered mess. to be able to hold kates rough, calloused hands in hers, and paint her nails a fitting black. to be so close. nina could barely hold herself back from showering the other in hugs and kisses

- kate would find herself adoring the sound of ninas voice, listening to her senseless rambles. she even found herself liking kesha and other pop bands she never thought much of before. she felt so human, so full of the life she thought she had lost so long ago

- an unexpected pair, but ultimately one that worked out for the best. a perfect harmony, a perfect love.

[valentinesworld4ever]

OMGG SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR X VIRUS THERES NOT ENOUGH CONTENT OF HIM..

Can i request nsfw hcs for him x reader??

nsfw hcs for x virus

a/n: anon don't worry I get u Cody is so underrated, honestly he deserves WAYYY more attention then he gets!!!!, alot of this is aimed at afab/woman sorry amab people

Warnings: nsfw obviously LMFOAOAO, enjoy !!

Switch 100%

Has little to no preference

Loves leaving marks

Masochist tbh, lives being bitten, he's like an animal I swear, bites scratches anything

He loves dry humping, he's like a dog in heat, he groans and bites your shoulder and shit during sex

Face position is doggy style or missionary (he loves looking at your face)

Loves hickeys, he loves sloppily kissing your bare chest/tits while your on his lap, an almost comfortable heat passing between the two of you as he shoves his tongue down your throat

Thigh guy

ADORES sleepy sex, he loves rutting into you while your both half asleep and cumming in his pants

"shh don't worry baby just- hngf- just let me cum and I'll make it worth your while"

Loves having his hair pulled

Cums inside and if he can't its on your stomach

Lowkey kinda vanilla

That said he's fucked you in public MULTIPLE times

He just can't restrain himself

likes quickies (I mean he kinda has to because there's not often he can actually fuck you) ((besides from the occasional head))

On the subject hes a munch 100%

SIT ON HIS FACE!!

good with his fingers ifykyk

Loud as fuck (usually why he's biting you LMFOAOSO)

Inexperienced but makes up for it with enthusiasm

A solid 6 inches, but very girthy

And he KNOWS how to use it, hits all the right places

Slight breeding kink

"gonna make you a mother huh, your gonna look so good with my babies"

He doesn't even like kids, has no reason to have a breeding kink

Id say he has a normal to low libedo but is always up to fuck if you are

[darkromanceenthusiast]

3 a.m. fights

Jeff the killer x GN! reader

Contains: angst, substance use, toxic relationship mentions, blurb

It was nights like this that reminded you that Jeff was… well… Jeff. You loved him so of course you had an idealized version in your head.

You shakily wiped the tears from your face and stood up, looking at the multiple shattered beer bottles on the ground, a chair that was thrown onto the coffee table and the door still open from not shutting with the force of how hard he slammed it storming out.

You walked towards the broom, taking comfort in knowing it could all be fixed… mostly.

Your mind drifts as you begin the monotonous motion of sweeping the floor, you tried to remember what set him off at the start… what made him explode… the drinking… he had started doing it more lately you tried to ‘jokingly’ say he was drinking a lot and well… this happened. Jeff was mentally ill. It’s always a bit easy to forget that when he’s sort of your only constant and contact.

The sound of the glass dumping in the bin pulled you back into pilot of your body, you looked at the cleanly swept floors and nodded, the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway pulled your attention, the lack of headlights could only mean Jeff, you tensed a bit and stayed there as he stood in the doorway.

“Hey… I uh.. got you something.” He says, motioning you to come closer, you walk up to him, arms crossing as you do. He stares at you for a moment before lifting something to your lips.

“Suck n breathe, babe.” He instructs, and you simply obey, a dank but slightly sweet taste fills your mouth as you inhale the vapor. He chuckles and places the small vape in your hand.

“A… cart,Jeff? Really?” You ask, eyebrow raising as the dark haired male shrugged.

“Well… I also wanted to take you on a drive… maybe.. talk.. and uhm… get some food?” He said, his tone was shockingly kind for once and you sighed, looking at the pen in your hands and shrugging as you took another hit.

“I suppose…” you said and he smiled, holding you his hand. You slipped yours in his and enjoyed the comfort of his warm, slightly calloused hand. You got into the passenger side and he started the car back up and began driving, he turned on the radio to some alternative station and sighed.

“I love you.” He said, and your head snapped over to him, his face was serious as he stared ahead, his carved grin a stark reminder of the facade he pushed. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I don’t… I don’t like doing that. I don’t like throwing things and storming out… but I’m so scared I’ll hurt you if I don’t break something.” He said, brows furrowing as he gripped the steering wheel, his hind coming over to rest on your thigh, you instinctively grip his hand and he sighs.

“I just… I need you to know I love you. I do. As much as I am capable of loving… you have it.” He says, his hand gripping yours, he leaned his head back for a second before lifting your hand to his lips, they press against your hand and you can feel the slightest hint of those scars on the back of your hand. He places your hand back on your thigh and resumes gripping your thing and you nod.

“I love you too, Jeff.” You said, gripping his hand, you’ve never seen him be this vulnerable, then again he almost never takes you on “dates” either. He gave a soft smile and lifted the pen to your lips, you took another hit and he nodded.

“Now… what do you want to eat?”