#did six character with creepypasta

[simondragon206]

[markerofthemidnight]

So, I was bored and looking around the ‘net for something to draw, when I found this awesome “draw six characters like this” template on a random Reddit post.

Anyways, even though I had to look up what almost all of these prompts were, I really liked essentially all the potential designs that could come out of them based off of my quick Google searches, so I went ahead and did it!

This whole thing took me a total of NINE HOURS, making it the longest time it’s ever taken me to finish any singular artwork. As you can see, I also finally figured out how to upload images onto canvases on ibisPaint X! THE POWER I NOW WIELD!

(basic rundown of designs under cut)

B-Side Wiggly - Most B-Side designs are basically just “the character but with a different colour scheme and a few new accessories”, at least from what I’ve seen. I don’t know why I chose Tinky’s colour scheme specifically, but I like the mix between blue and gold.

Naturally, as this is a B-Side design, I gave him a microphone for the whole… rapping thing. I also replaced his coral crown with a dollar store paper one, turned the frown on his fur pattern upside-down, and you can’t really see it because of the pose, but he also has Wiley’s dog tag necklace.

Dark World Adam - This was the only form I didn’t look up, but mainly because I knew even if I did, I wouldn’t get much out of it. We haven’t seen enough Dark World designs to be able to see much consistency from them.

The stripes on his horns kinda looking like an Imp’s (and being pieced with jewels because if his horns were real he’d totally do that) and his wings being more demon-y was intentional, but him kinda dressing like Toriel wasn’t. I just thought his robe being dark purple with flames on the sleeves and the Delta Rune on his chest would be fitting- a complete coincidence, but a fairly fitting one nonetheless!

Tainted Tozu - This one’s kind of a bastardisation of Tainted forms, because all I did was look it up once and go, “Ah, yes. I have to make one of my favourite characters look like a character from a bad creepypasta with some shoehorned-in religious symbolism.”

Naturally, Tozu was the only fitting option for that. I gave his mask a black half to call back to his OG design, turned his fake horns into real horns, and turned the X on his cape into a real X made of blood. I also went ABSOLUTELY HARD on making his eye look as creepy as possible without overdoing it- I think I did well!

Shimmering Pomni - Now, I didn’t technically need to look this one up, but I haven’t touched Terraria in a while so I needed a recap on what exactly Shimmer forms looked like. I was surprised to see that a fair bunch of them are actually references to various other games- with that, I was left with only one option.

Gave her cape a star design on its interior… mainly because it looked good, but also because the Star Cloak exists, and no matter how subtle it was, I needed to throw some Terraria stuff in there SOMEHOW. Hence the presence of the little magical girl stars around her: no matter how much of a Deltarune reference it seems, it’s still a Shimmer design at heart.

Moonbound Mind - Looked up what exactly a Moonbound design was only to quickly see that they are ABSOLUTELY AWESOME holy fuck I love this aesthetic???

Naturally, there was noone more fitting for a Moonbound Design than… the Sun. What, did you think I’d say Heart? Gave him a nice little royal design (he’s the ruler of everything in the end~) …and I don’t know why I made that moss so sparkly, but. It looks good. I like sparkly things, alright?!

Mirror Dimension Myke - That’ll only make sense to people who have been following me for the past few months, but that’s right! Myke’s a Visitant in the Mirror Dimension! A fairly sadistic and hostile Visitant, but… hey, it’s Myke, what were you expecting?

I chose the Mirror Dimension specifically for this free space… pretty much because I wanted another excuse to talk about it. The thought process behind his design was basically just “make him look like a really cool superhero”, fitting for a defender of the truth such as himself.

The visor was inspired by Peridot from Steven Universe, what with the similar colour schemes they have, and… hey- hey Myke, THE TEMPLATE! STAY INSIDE THE TEMPLATE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

[obsessivelyloved]

I'm obsessed with this youtube video on exploring old dead games

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The upbeat tunes were eerie to listen to as he explored the game. It sounded quite similar to things he heard growing up, from commercials for these computer games he was never allowed to play. The family computer was really just his parent's computer. And they never trusted these types of games. 

His parents had claimed that anyone talking to people online was a weirdo. So. Anything with people in it was a no-go. It was his handheld game or nothing. 

 So it was cool, in a way, to explore this online game. It was empty, devoid of life, but it was interesting. Even with the unnerving tunes. 

It made Edd wish a little that his parents hadn’t been so strict about online safety when he was a kid. He would have loved making new friends on this game's servers in its hayday. Because contrary to their beliefs, not everyone online was a gross weirdo trying to get kid’s home addresses. 

Ugh, Edd did not miss seeing those PSAs on the tv or hearing about them in school.

Edd sighed as his avatar stopped moving. The building he was trying to enter was trying so hard to render and load. It had been so long since this particular server had been updated, let alone used by people. He had to wait a lot for textures and stuff to load. 

It took a few minutes, but shop after shop started appearing. Then the floor texture loaded, then…. a person! 

Edd wiggled his mouse and tapped on his arrow key, impatiently wanting his character to move already. This was the first person he’s seen in this game! And he tried six servers already! 

But as he got closer to the other person, his face fell. There was no username hovering above the avatar. It was merely an NPC. Or a statue, since it wasn’t moving. 

“Aw man,” Edd muttered, slumping down. He’d just have to keep an eye out as he explored forgotten worlds. 

Still, he moved closer to check out the statue. Finally close enough to see it, he stopped.

What the hell? Edd thought to himself. The statue was plain, up until you got to its eyes. It appeared to be a man, with black pants and a blue hoodie. With large, black empty eyes. 

Edd huffed. It was probably someone’s last project, a way to scare anyone exploring. He moved around the statue, giving it one last look, before he moved on. 

As expected, the game freaked out as he left the building. Slowly, the world loaded, grass and buildings popping up. 

Edd moved on, lagging as he interacted with things. 

He found the statue again. 

This time, it was sitting on a park bench. Watching him, no matter which direction he went. And it kept appearing in places Edd’s avatar stopped at, while the world loaded. Whoever’s idea it was to scare new players, it was working. 

Edd went to click on the leave server button but…. nothing happened. Goddammit. He was going to have to close the game and then wait forever for it to load back up. 

Tom: leaving so soon?

Edd stared at the chat, baffled. He spun his avatar around, searching for another player. Not a single user name popped up in sight. Let alone another avatar. Who was talking to him? 

Colalover15: hi! have you been following me? 

Edd nervously typed. He didn’t feel like getting jumpscared by some random player. This game was unintentionally scary already. 

Tom: yes. you are the first player I’ve seen in a long time. no one joins anymore. 

Colalover15: I bet! I’ve joined six servers and haven’t seen a single person lol. do you play often? where are you? 

Tom: I’m right in front of you. 

Oh hell no. The only thing in front of him was the statue. That’s it, Edd was done. He was not participating in a creepypasta or urban legend. 

He clicked the X button on the window and waited. And tried again. And again. 

He frowned, his heart beginning to beat fast. 

Tom: why are you trying to leave? aren’t you having fun? 

Tom: are you bored of this world? 

Faster than the game had been loading all night, the world changed. A new map appeared, a different set of cheerful music playing. Edd grimaced, quickly muting his volume. This one was actively giving him a headache. 

He was in a room now, the walls gray and furniture scattered around. Things he was sure kids in the early 2000s would have loved popped up. 

Obscure and old pop artist pictures, ads, and activities flooded the walls of what Edd assumed to be a hub building. The statue was still standing in front of him. 

Tom: is this better? 

Colalover15: it’s very interesting! i haven’t seen some of this stuff in years. how did you do that? are you a dev? 

Edd hoped this was just a weird dev messing with him. But, still, it was best to be polite. Just in case. As he waited for the person’s reply, he ventured closer to the pictures on the walls. As expected, the links on them were dead. Each webpage was long gone.

Tom: Is it not 2004? 

Can of worms. This was a can of worms Edd did not want to fucking open. Since closing the game window wasn’t working, he clicked his power button. To his horror, nothing happened. Perhaps it was a bit over dramatic, but he yanked out the computer’s power cord. 

His screen flickered, then turned off. Ugh, Edd really hoped that the game hadn’t turned out to have a virus or anything malicious in the code. He really couldn’t afford to replace his desktop. And his parents would be so mad at him… 

Speaking of parents, it was a school night. It was best that he got to bed before one of them got up. 

He laid down on his side, facing his wall. With his heart still racing, he snuggled into his blankets. As scary as that was, he was pretty excited to tell his friends at school about it. At the very least, Tord would like it. Then, they could explore it together at his house, on his computer. 

Just as Edd was falling asleep, cheery pop music played on a low volume. 

Someone was standing behind him.

[drk-mnd-fds]

I just realized something what happened to the creepypasta squad in fallen dreamswap?

Ha-ha... It's actually a very funny story here... I forgot about their existence :)

I didn't think about how a negative incident might affect them, my attention was always focused on the main six characters and their interaction with each other. I was even asked about them once before, but since then I have only replied that the negative incident did not affect them in any way. Maybe it's the fault of the fact that I don't really like Murder Time Trio either.

Now I've sat and studied creepypasta squad, but I still think they wouldn't have changed in any way because of the negative incident. Although I think Bobby would have started to be more interested in Nightmare as a criminal. I just think that Nightmare would definitely help Creepypasta Squad if JR decided to eliminate them, but no more.

The main changes in Fallen!DreamSwap happened only in Nightmare, everything else came only from him. This whole story is an interpretation of how it could have ended if negative energy had been replaced with positive energy in Nightmare. I don't think that Nightmare would go and sort it out or do anything with creepypasta squad, just because he can. It's not in his best interest.

I'm sorry if my answer may have disappointed you.

Funny fact: due to the fact that I was fixated on the main six characters, X!Chara also suffered, lol, yes, Chara is dead just because I forgot about him.

I'm such a disgusting creator, hahahahaha

[blazehedgehog]

How DID FNAF get so popular in 2014? (God, that was 9 years ago.) Was it just a right place, right time thing?

A bit, yeah.

I think it's pretty clear from the popularity of Halloween that kids like to be scared (and to scare each other). There was a whole market that a lot of studios either forgot about or never tapped into.

Because, like, when you think about "horror for kids," you think about, like... Grabbed by the Ghoulies, or Luigi's Mansion, or even that one Haunted Mansion game Disney put out.

Games that are absolutely more silly than scary.

But we were in the era of the "creepypasta," which was undoubtedly dominated by kids between the ages of 13 and 18 writing about how their Sega Genesis was oozing blood or they had summoned Jeff the Killer by calling his number at 3am or whatever.

And this was after years of top Youtube Let's Players cutting their teeth on games like Amnesia and Cry of Fear. Kids were now intimately familiar with actual horror. They were hungry for sterner stuff than the typical idea of what kids could tolerate. Googly-eyed skeletons and technicolor sheet ghosts weren't cutting it anymore.

Five Nights at Freddy's was laser focused at this demographic: characters and a premise even adults find scary (uncanny animatronics turned killers) married with extremely simple gameplay that's all about building up to what is effectively somebody going "Boo!"

I currently live with my brother and his family, and he has twin sons. They're six years old. When it's time for bed, they give hugs to everyone. And when it comes time for my hug, every night for the last year, they try to sneak into my bedroom so they can jump out and shout "Boo!"

And when they do manage to surprise me (either because I play along or because they genuinely come in so quiet and secretly that I do not notice), it is one of the greatest things for them. They'll go bouncing out of my room and one will proclaim to the other "I GOT UNCLE RYAN!"

Even six year olds like the "Boo!" It's universal. The ultimate, most primal form of prank.

And despite trading in dark themes (dead children and a conspiracy to hide their deaths), there's no blood in FNAF. The violence is, at most, implied. And since the lore was deliberately obfuscated, its darker themes are gated by how deep you're willing to dive. Younger kids who might not be keen enough to figure out the easter eggs and hidden story elements are spared, whereas older kids can devour theory crafting videos until their eyes cross.

I don't necessarily think Scott Cawthon did everything deliberately. He's on the record saying FNAF was kind of a last ditch effort for him to be successful at game development, after all his other (Christian/Educational) projects were non-starters. I think certain parts of FNAF were probably more a happy accident. But he did land in the right place, at the right time, with the right game for what an audience of 13-18 year olds was most likely to connect with at the time.

And in the bigger picture, it was like the popularity of characters like The Crypt Keeper, Jason Vorhees and Freddy Kreuger finally came home to roost. Those were characters of the late 80's and early 90's that found surprising popularity with kids of the era. Growing up I was both amused and terrified of the myriad of Freddy Kreuger merchandise, and they straight up made a Tales from the Crypt saturday morning cartoon. From something that aired on HBO at 10pm and routinely had nudity and quite a bit of gore.

Even if their parents never liked it, kids have been getting scared by adult horror for decades.

Now, with FNAF, it was literally Good Christian Fun™ with enough of an edge to it that kids didn't feel like they were being talked down to.

[im-s0rry]

Scamcair and The Existential Dread Lurking In My Mind :D

Hello all and welcome to tonight's posting of a bit of fanart and interpretations of, what I would assume to be, an AU of one of my friends in this sphere. But first, a prelude and a check in with my mental health.

As you all know by now, I am a System. I live with my Headmates in this Headspace where we all must suffer together. In all truth, we have been doubting ourselves. We've all been feeling this bit of existential dread on whether we truly are a System or not, on whether we're anything we say that we are. I hate to drag all of you, those who may not understand my personal pain, but I feel like I should state it for the record. I do not want it to go unsaid that I have been having these thoughts, but I also want to say that being a System has been freeing to us all. Our collective lives have felt so different in the best way possible from just the fact that we know what we are and that we have embraced it.

However, this was not the place to say all of this, I will admit. What I may also admit is that I have been both drawing Spamcair and have been drawing my interpretations of what this "Grimm Deltarune" character in my good friend Mr. Chaos's Self Insert AU could possibly be. After all, I would be the most knowledgeable person to ask what I would look like. . .At least I'd assume.

Firstly, my sketches of Scamcair.

I decided to take a few creative liberties with the design and add a few more elements from outfits of classical composers as well as adding more detail to the design in general. To @mrchaosman and @mercair , I hope I did this design justice in your eyes.

Secondly, we have my interpretations of myself, as well as my System, as what we could look like in a "Self Insert AU Chapter Three."

Take One - Take One is my idea for myself/Serena as the main boss of Chapter Three. I based her design off of an outfit that Serena just loves to be drawn in as well as incorporating ideas from mob bosses and rook chess pieces for the design as a whole.

Take Two - Take Two is my idea for my System as one collective secret boss. I based the design of Macabre off of lost media creepypastas as well as rabbits and an outfit my System has taken a liking to. The reason for the choice in making them a Bunny was because The True Mike Deltarune is a Bunny actually. . .And no other reasons whatsoever. Anyway, I can imagine Macabre as either an empty husk or a puppet that can flip on a dime to any one of the six people locked inside of her. Anyway, I represented my System by making us FRIENDs because we're all friends around here! They can shift Macabre's body at will because that's pretty cool and body horror-y if I do say so myself.

Take Three - Finally, Take Three was my idea for My System in the place of WD Gaster. This basically just resulted in me drawing our sonas as Goners which was pretty fun in all honesty. I do not know why I made Helvetica the Mystery Man sprite equivalent though.

And that, my friends, was a bit of fanart for Scamcair's AU that Mr. Chaos Man kind of just put me in for no real reason other than for the funsies. I hope you all enjoyed your time reading through this and found the designs passable. To all a goodfright. . .

-Sincerely, Jackal.

[dreamsofalifeold]

((It's...honestly any wonder it took me until last year to realize I have ocd. It runs in my family heavily, and looking back on the stuff I used to do and say all the time as a younger person??? Like I genuinely thought I was going to Hell for having to crush on a married actor because that was "practically committing adultery". I am not religious.

Once when I was 16, I had severe intrusive thoughts about a mountain lion living in the woods by my house. I was convinced I was going to die, to the point I didn't leave my house for a week. I didn't look out windows at night for years because I just knew that I'd see a creepypasta monster and it would see me and I'd walk out to embrace it, never being seen again.

I thought that EVERYONE had thoughts they couldn't control or get rid of; as young as six, I'd have intrusive thoughts about being in the open ocean with sharks eating me, or being locked in the gym storage room over the weekend and dying. I did these weird, obsessive rituals where I'd go over what I would do if a cobra got into our house or if I found a venomous spider in the shower.

I only really figured it out thanks to, of all things, a Homestuck au comic. One of the characters has ocd and I found myself basically repeating her exact thought processes; "I have to do xyz in this order or it means I don't love this person enough." THAT'S when it hit me and about 90% of my life made sense. One of my friends even said she thought I knew already.

Anyway, that's my whole journey to realization. Idk why I wrote this stream of consciousness, but it is Munday and I am the mun, so...))

[probablyaseamonster]

to all the people making fanart about My Little Pony infection AUs:

That was my childhood! MY. CHILDHOOD! My largest source of happiness because I sure as hell wasn't getting that from my family or anybody I interacted with after leaving the house. I lived vicariously through the Main Six because I apparently didn't understand how friendship worked since people either avoided me and gave me looks or pretended to be my friend just to gaslight me afterward (like i wasnt getting enough of that at home). The few friends I did manage to get never lasted long, and I'd spend hours wallowing in jealousy because my siblings managed to manifest massive friend groups despite being absolutely awful.

I happened upon Cupcakes by accident like so many other children and I could never look at my favourite show the same way again. Even when I was enjoying it there would always be those terrifying images at the back of my mind. Not even the most innocent media in my childhood were safe from adults who "liked" children.

You ruined it! You ruined the one good thing I had! And now you have the gall to be like

"Hey, remember when we destroyed the innocence of thousands of children and drew and wrote so much heinous art that we became an entire subset of the fandom? That was fun! Lets do that again, for old time's sake."

FUCK YOU. How come you get to enjoy your nostalgia at the expense of the people you already actively prevented from experiencing? How come you get to ruin the corpse of the characters you ruined during their life?

I don't fucking care if you're neurodivergent! I am too and you actively took away the only source of joy I had when I was surrounded by ableism on all sides. If you can't tell, this is an extremely personal subject to me!

The MLP revival shouldn't be more creepypasta shit. And don't you DARE call me a white Karen mom about this. Because of you, MLP is known for horror and characters brutally murdering each other, and don't get me wrong! I love that shit! I'm in the life series fandom for God's sake! I was a Magnus Archives fan! But this is different! This is an innocent piece of media I was LIVING on.

Can you all just fucking stay out of it? I would rather a timeline where only a few people made MLP fanworks in 2024 and were made fun of than you all doing this with its legacy. Abusers shouldn't be able to kick the actual mourners out of a funeral and assault whoever, dead or alive, is left.

Ive never understood the reason why people make DNI lists but I think I'm getting it now! Istg, if you come at me with more MLP horror, I am blocking you, and if you make fun of that statement I'm sorry but I would deck you in the face if you did that IRL because how dare you laugh at a person this angry? I get enough of that on the regular already and I don't need people I could've been friends with online adding themselves to the list.

Now how about you all squash your indeserved and harmful nostalgia and LEAVE so that us traumatized kids can enjoy what little content we still make?

[kirbydoeswitchcraft]

CREEPYPASTA OC LORE DROPPPPPP

Tw; mentions of murder, guns, and other shit like that

Kyran Kumar is a 27 year old true crime podcaster/YouTuber. He focused on unexplained disappearances and dropped out of college at 21 after going for a year or so studying law. He tries to fixate on cases rarely talked about. He ends up focused on a case that happened in a small town in maine. Two years prior, two 14 year old girls, Tanya Rich and Julie Thompson went missing after they had told their parents they would go to the local park for a picnic. The park was used by almost all the teenagers in the town and there was a well traveled trail in the forested area of it that the girls went to almost every other day during the summer. He ended up going through everything released about the case but it was officially ruled as the girls being runaways. Though Tanya and Julie's parents refused to believe that and pushed for it to be investigated.

Kyran became friends with the parents of the girls, interviewing them and putting pressure on local and state police to investigate the girls. Leading to the case being reopened. Which, three months after the reopening of the case, led to a discovery. The boots of the girls. Tanya had worn doc martens that her father, Lee, claimed she did not own, but her name was carved into the inside and her fingerprints were found on the shoes along with some unidentified finger prints. Julie had a similar pair that were far more worn and her mother, Angela, claimed she did own and she was wearing them when she left the day she went missing. Inside the left shoe of Tanya's doc martens was a plastic bag with an SD card wrapped in plastic wrap. Tanya's finger prints were not on the SD card but the same unidentified finger prints were. On the bottom on the shoes was blood that was linked to a unsolved case states away.

This led to a lot more breaks in the case, the SD card showed a minute and 25 seconds long video of Julie and Tanya, both now sixteen years old, going through the woods, but not from Maine, the forest was actually located in wyoming. They were shown stepping over branches and the two girls were laughing over jokes and mentioning names that neither Lee nor Angela could place, all except one, Jeff. Jeffery Woods was his legal name and he was actually a missing murderer who, three years prior, killed his mother, father, and attempted to kill his brother. He was actually a friend of Julie and Tanya from childhood and Tanya, even when it was almost proven he committed the crime, swore he didn't do it.

Julie and Tanya spent most of the time giggling and making jokes but the oddest part was near the end, the sounds of birds and normal sounds of nature abruptly halted and both girls froze and before the video cuts off, Tanya can be heard saying "daddy's calling" as a joke and a reference to a musical both girls liked, Hamilton.

The girls were dressed similar to how they would before they left, but not for the terrain they were traveling through. Tanya wore a off the shoulder loose crop top that had bleach stains with baggie blue jeans that were well worn. Julie wore high waisted shorts and tight fitting tie dyed crop top. What was completely out of character was the hunting rifle Tanya had and the revolver in a holster around Julie's waist.

This discovery led to a LOT of conspiracies that threw the case, which was rather low profile, into national news. Some people actually came forward with security camera footage from gas stations and grocery stores that showed the girls with a collection of different people. One was a grocery store that had Tanya walking with a man with brown hair, a red flannel, khakis, and a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. He was identified as Tim Wright who had gone missing almost six years prior and was presumed dead. Another had both girls with Tim at a gas station with Tim buying a pack of cigarettes and Tanya was shown bothering Tim until he bought a pack of gum and a watermelon red bull. The employee at the gas station was interviewed after this was shown and the man said he couldn't remember much but he did remember the man calling Tanya a spoiled brat which she laughed off with Julie giggling.

This odd series of events did at least confirm something, Tanya and Julie were alive, and seeing as they looked well fed with no noticable injuries, they weren't in immediate danger. Anyone who could remember seeing the girls said they looked joyous, if only that Julie looked tired. Anyone they were seen with let the girls, specifically Tanya, run off in stores and they seemed to be rather close. Though a few questions still remained, how were they spotted in so many different states, how did they survive so long, and who did they leave with or taken by?

[itsohh]

I'm not sure if someone has asked you this already but what got you into R6 and writing?

nah no ones asked me before. I'm always down to answer questions, I love talking about myself XD (warning a little long tho, you opened this box of worms anon ;) )

oh boy ah I've been writing for a loooong time now, not always active. I think when I was like about 12 I started developing these like really sorta advanced daydreams? like I could lay down and shut my eyes and just completely be caught up in it. The first one I had I think was about David Guetta and Macklemore?? (literally know nothing about the guys except from their face and music) Anyway so that was the sort of activation of how I essentially sorta write (if that makes sense) but when I was about 13/14 in highschool I really got into reading creepypasta fanfiction on wattpad and quotev.

I started of on writing this completely like unrelated from fandom series that I was was sure was going to be like a full on universe. One was about this dude who was made of ink and like he kidnapped some girl (the main character) who he kept in this burnt down house or something.... or maybe she ran away with him or something??? I can't remember. Eventually, he would give her ink powers or whatever. Anway they were in love but then I got bored and started writing about some girl who I remember nothing about except for the book being called Red Haired Rue. (I long since deleted it off Wattpad). Eventually, I wrote my first fanfiction which was about Jeff the Killer.

After that I sorta jumped from Wattpad to Tumblr, I didn't like the website (Wattpad) very much and while I had started to read on ao3, everything was so high quality I was scared to upload there. It was dean x reader fanfiction which then branched out into marvel, sherlock etc etc all that classic tumblr fandom stuff. I've only deleted only the daryl x reader fanfiction from my tumblr account. It was supposed to be a full rewrite but I got dishearted from the lack of well notes. It got like 7 notes and it was a lot of work. (I was reading the scripts and everything)

Originally with Rainbow Six, I had joined a new friend group for L4D2 when I had started to get my diploma. At the time (2020) they were also really big on R6S and my friend convinced me to get the game. So as a little newbie I started playing with them in customs and 5 stack publics for a bit before eventually playing some by myself to improve. Yet that group hyper fixation ran out. After the fall of Overwatch, I was always really on the look for a new game to constantly play but didn't find one until FFXIV. I had written a little fanfiction over the years, I think I had stopped in like 2017, a DMC series, I had a RE series and then my FFXIV series. I had started to get into R6S, I found a few friends through streaming on Twitch and with them I started to play nightly. Something that while not nightly we still do pretty often. (unless there's tarkov wipe and then I lose one of my buddies, and then there was that time we started to play ghost recon breakpoint) In the end though I liked the characters in the game, they were pretty hot and gave me that drive to write fanfiction about them so I did.

[hayley-adams]

Answers below the cut

1. How big of a part is selfshipping in your life?

It is indeed a very big part of my life. It's a free pass to having a SO without having one in real life.

2. Do you tend to darker themes in your shipping? If yes, why? Or why not?

Yes, because I'm something of a freak myself /j

But really, I have a healthy balance between dark and wholesome (not really-). The dark themes are more or less to feed my freak while the wholesome ones are for my wellbeing.

3. Are you generally more attached to less or more popular characters?

I wouldn't say Rollo is popular. He's far less popular than the rest of the characters in TWST. On the other hand, Adam is kind of popular in the Hazbin Hotel fandom. It really depends.

4. Is there an f/o you have never/rarely talked about publicly? Tell us a little something about them!

Well, I barely even talk about Rollo and Adam publicly because I'm really shy to yap about them. People might see me as cringey.

5. Do you create for your selfships? If yes, what do you create?

I create pictures using Neka.cc and Picrew.

6. Do you selfship out of attraction, for fun or to cope? Or for any other reasons?

I do it for all three (and I can't come up with any other reason lol).

It's fun. I create a self-insert, craft a lore, connect the dots on how they met and how they end up with each other. All the fun things you do in fanfiction. But the most significant reason is for coping purposes. I mean, both Rollo and Adam started off as comfort characters before I started yume-ing them.

Fun fact: Adam became my FO approximately six months after I began yume-ing Rollo.

7. If you could choose one f/o to be with you RIGHT NOW who would it be, and why?

Is it safe to say I want both?

If I have to choose only one, I'd choose Adam. Introvert me needs a loud, extroverted boyfriend who can order my fries for me lol

8. How closely do you identify with/as your s/i's, if you have any?

From what I see and feel, TWST! Hayley is the closest to my personality. HH! Hayley is influenced by her character's lore considering my answer in question no. 2.

9. How long have you been part of the selfshipping community? How long before have you selfshipped without being aware of the community or publicly partaking in it?

I only became part of the community only back in December 2023 when I started yume-ing Rollo. I did have my share of self-ships during my creepypasta phase (I'm Jeff's wife, back off /j) but I wasn't aware of the community until 2021. I'm no longer in the creepypasta community that time.

10. Any old f/o's you're no longer shipping with?

There's too much to mention. Believe me when I say that I create a self-insert in every media I consume; I subconsciously do it like a must-do, which is unfortunate because I can't see the story as is without involving myself in it. Good thing I was able to rewire my brain lol

11. Do you incorporate kink into your selfships? If yes, any kinks you prefer?

I do, but I would prefer not to go into detail (to keep me off the wanted list lmao). Consider my answer in question no. 2 and I'll leave it to the imagination.

12. Do you have any non-human f/o's? If yes is your s/i for them human or not? Are you perhaps nonhuman?

Adam is an angel, Hayley is a sinner demon.

Rollo is still human, but he has magic abilities. On the other hand, Hayley is a magicless human.

And I'm actually the long lost angel-demon-wolf-cat princess /j

13. How close do you prefer to stay to canon?

Both Rollo and Adam are still in their canon character. I only assumed how they would react when it comes to Hayley, but I didn't modify their personalities that much.

14. Any f/o's you have completely removed from canon/their source?

Not necessarily. I will adjust if ever there are canon changes in their character.

Except Adam. Adam is already deceased in the canon lore (or not, depending on the upcoming next season) so I rewrote his lore in a way that he survived the battle.

15. If you're fictionfolk, how does that affect your selfships?

I searched this up and it says kinning a fictional character so I hope I found the correct meaning.

I don't have kins in Hazbin Hotel, but I do kin Malleus from TWST. The crazy part is the fandom regularly ships him with Rollo lmao but it doesn't affect my yume in any way.

16. Pick one f/o you identify with closest!

I'd say Rollo. We're both reserved introverts who doesn't do well with people. However, TWST! Hayley is the golden retriever type but only until her social battery dies.

17. Pick one f/o you think makes others think of you! (Might be a main f/o, or one so obscure only you ship with them)

According to my Facebook friends (I'm more active there), I'm by far the only Adam yume they know. So yes, if they see Adam, they remember me lmao

18. Do you talk about your selfships irl? Do you know any other selfshippers irl?

I don't. None of my irl friends are familiar with yume or self-shipping. All yume friends are from Facebook.

19. Do you have an AU where multiple f/o's from different sources exist together? Tell us about it!

I don't. It's hard to connect both franchise, especially now that there are different Hayleys for TWST and HH.

I did have one, but it's just a (planned but not yet created) meme on how both pairs will react if they see each other: Rollo has the "what a disgusting display" look for Adam, while TWST! Hayley is astonished and delighted to see HH! Hayley's ash-gray skin.

20. Are you a polyselfshipper? If yes, are all your ships poly?

I do polyselfship but not with my FOs. It's more or less to feed my freak lol

Consider my ongoing and seemingly undying yandere phase where I read "yandere males x reader" fics or anything similar, and these males are the author's OCs and not canon characters of whatever franchise.

21. Do you have a favorite media you do not selfship from?

Danganronpa and MILGRAM, but only because I have my own set of OCs with my own set of killing game and trials. None of my OCs encountered the canon characters, except the event masters Monokuma and Jackalope.

22. Do you own a trinket you associate with your f/o?

I have band stickers I associate with Adam, because he's something of a rockstar himself.

23. Do you tend to selfship preferably from specific type of media? (i.e. prefer animated over life action, novels over games, interactive over non-interactive, etc.)

I don't prefer specific types of media.

24. Are there any sort of power dynamics in your selfships? If yes, who tends to be more dominant, and who less so?

I prefer my boyfriends dominant lol

Rollo and Hayley have no evident power dynamics (except in the bedroom /j), but Adam and Hayley have the most obvious power dynamics.

25. Any favorite shipping tropes you usually love but don't like in your selfships? Or any tropes you usually can't stand but like in your selfships?

I can't think of any. My selfships are able to cater my favorite tropes.

Bonus! Is there anything about your selfships you always wanted to share? But didn't know when it would be appropriate? Do it here!

Consider my answers in question no. 2 and 11.

General Selfship Ask Game

1. How big of a part is selfshipping in your life?

2. Do you tend to darker themes in your shipping? If yes, why? Or why not?

3. Are you generally more attached to less or more popular characters?

4. Is there an f/o you have never/rarely talked about publicly? Tell us a little something about them!

5. Do you create for your selfships? If yes, what do you create?

6. Do you selfship out of attraction, for fun or to cope? Or for any other reasons?

7. If you could choose one f/o to be with you RIGHT NOW who would it be, and why?

8. How closely do you identify with/as your s/i's, if you have any?

9. How long have you been part of the selfshipping community? How long before have you selfshipped without being aware of the community or publicly partaking in it?

10. Any old f/o's you're no longer shipping with?

11. Do you incorporate kink into your selfships? If yes, any kinks you prefer?

12. Do you have any non-human f/o's? If yes is your s/i for them human or not? Are you perhaps nonhuman?

13. How close do you prefer to stay to canon?

14. Any f/o's you have completely removed from canon/their source?

15. If you're fictionfolk, how does that affect your selfships?

16. Pick one f/o you identify with closest!

17. Pick one f/o you think makes others think of you! (Might be a main f/o, or one so obscure only you ship with them)

18. Do you talk about your selfships irl? Do you know any other selfshippers irl?

19. Do you have an AU where multiple f/o's from different sources exist together? Tell us about it!

20. Are you a polyselfshipper? If yes, are all your ships poly?

21. Do you have a favorite media you do not selfship from?

22. Do you own a trinket you associate with your f/o?

23. Do you tend to selfship preferably from specific type of media? (i.e. prefer animated over life action, novels over games, interactive over non-interactive, etc.)

24. Are there any sort of power dynamics in your selfships? If yes, who tends to be more dominant, and who less so?

25. Any favorite shipping tropes you usually love but don't like in your selfships? Or any tropes you usually can't stand but like in your selfships?

Bonus! Is there anything about your selfships you always wanted to share? But didn't know when it would be appropriate? Do it here!

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Please remember to practice reblog karma

Feel free to add more questions in your reblogs, or use this as a cheat sheet for asks to send other selfshippers who haven't interacted with this post!

[zeezelweazel]

Creepypasta| Having a creepypasta S/O|

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My creepypasta phase comes and goes so I'm writing this as a complaint

These ladies are criminally underappreciated :(

Characters Included : Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Nina the killer, Zero

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• Jane the Killer •

I feel like Jane is one of the only creepypasta who genuinely wouldn't mind having a s/o who isn't like her

Your relationship would be the same even if you were a regular citizen but she can't help but to admit that you also being a creepypasta has a lot of perks.

You spend all of your time together when you're in the mansion. You two have your own secret spots were you have dates.

It's a good thing that your rooms are next to each other but it doesn't really matter since one of the two is always in the other's room

For whatever reason Jane prefers to do the killing by herself. Even if you have done your fair share of murder she still doesn't want you there. It's more like a perfectionist thing rather than an insecurity.

She doesn't want you to get in the way that's all.* Same reason why she doesn't come with you when you're the one doing the killing.

It's just a mutual agreement that you guys have

The fact that you're a creepypasta won't change the nature of your relationship with Jane.

• Clockwork •

Good thing that you are because there's no way that she would've dated you in the first place. The only reason for this is because the humans she meets all end up six feet under.

Would be pretty chill about the whole thing and would treat like it's a completely normal thing.

You know how humans never say 'oh I'm so glad we are both normal and none of us is a crazy killer' to their s/o? She feels the same way.

Unlike Jane she wouldn't mind if you wanted to tag along with her when she did her killing.

Actually she loves it* She always shows off whenever you do end up joining her and even dedicates some of her kills to you.

Her joining you would depend on her mood.* Sometimes she's to lazy and just wants to relax at the mansion but if she's feeling up to it she'll gladly join you.

She thinks you're hot when you're killing people.

• Laughing Jill •

She's so glad that you're a creepypasta as well, simply because a human could never truly accept her nature.

She understands that it would've caused a rift in your relationship and inevitable problems so she's glad to have that out of the way.

Jokes with you about her recent victims.

How pathetic and weak those humans were and how stupid they looked trying to run away from her.

Of course she would laugh about it* Absolutely wants you to join her on her killing sprees but wouldn't mind that much if you didn't want to. It's fun either way* She would be even more excited if you told her that you want her to join you.

She's feeling so proud watching you mercilessly kill all those people with absolutely zero remorse while not even breaking a sweat.* You two could also go on mission together. She would work great with you and would love to have a team mate.

• Nurse Ann •

There is no way in hell this woman was going to ever date a human so this is the only way to go.

It's not about how a relationship with a human would not work or about how they'd live in two completely different worlds but it's about the fact that she absolutely loathes humans.

The only thing they're good at is being her prey.

She wouldn't mind if you wanted to join her on her killing sprees but she's absolutely going to ignore you for the most part if you do end up tagging along.

She's just focusing on killing for now

She's not going to join you on your missions though.

She believes that you're a hundred percent capable of handling it by yourself and her presence would just be unnecessary.

She could do a hundred things in the mansion while you're away so she believes it to be a waste of time.* Even if she masks it with her hatred for humans, much like Jill, Ann is glad that you're not a human because you could easily embrace her for who she is.

• Nina the Killer •

She loves it so much* You can have so much fun if you're both creepypastas, it's incredible* This girl will be constantly begging you to go on a killing spree together.

It's her favorite bonding activity.

She doesn't mind coming with you on your missions. She is fine with just sitting there and quietly admiring her girlfriend.

Although she will expect you to do the same. She finds murdering so much more enjoyable when she has you by her side, cheering her on.

I think she would date a human but her feelings would have been extremely superficial. She would've treated them like a toy. One that would break very easily and one that she will be quick to get rid off.

She can't imagine herself actually being in love with a human she only sees them as a target. Not as actual people with feelings.

But it doesn't matter because her favorite person in the world is anything but human so it worked out perfectly in the end.

• Zero •

Just like Nina she absolutely loves the fact that you're just like her.

It opens so many doors, so many possibilities.

She doesn't care if you don't want to go with her on killing sprees, you will.

She would love to exchange tips about killing with you. Find new creative ways to kill her victims.

Out of all the ladies she would be the one to chat about killing with you the most. It wouldn't be the only thing she talks about, of course, but it does make her really excited.

Missions with her are amazing.

It's kind of similar to an art contest. You kill your victims in gruesome ways and then both of you criticize the other's work. Zero swears it makes killing all that more enjoyable and you agree.

If you were not a creepypasta you wouldn't have had a chance with Zero.

She doesn't hate humans all that much but that doesn't mean that she pays them any mind either. Every time she's around humans it's only because she has to kill them.

She would have killed you before she had any time to even think about getting to know you.* But thankfully there's no need for that

[3wisellamas]

Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 24: Creepypasta

(Sorry this one's a little late, stuff...happened. ^^; But, I kinda wanted to post this one with today's anyway, so it worked out!)

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"...Berdly? Are you okay?" Noelle looked at the bluebird on the front steps, panting and with sweat glistening on the tips of his feathers, like he'd just run completely across town. "We, um, said we'd study together tomorrow afternoon..."

"Didn't you get my email?!"

"Uh...I don't think so?"

Berdly looked up at her, disappointed, but tried his best not to show it. He didn't have time to coach her on the proper points of checking one's email every few minutes in case an unsolicited invitation from an ivy league school came in; rather, he cut right to the chase. "I need to use your console to play Dragon Blazers!"

Tilting her head to the side curiously, Noelle led him inside, to where she kept her games. "I thought you had your own console?"

"I ditched it when I upgraded to the Gamestation 360! You know I can't play without achievements or my Playertag, how else would I be able to prove what a superior gamer I am?!" He cleared his throat. "But, well...I have a need to play the older version, and I knew just the doe to help me! I accept your 'You're welcome's in advance!" Smirking, he ignored the dirty look Noelle shot him as she started up the game, and pulled over her laptop to finish the blog post she'd been writing when she'd been interrupted.

"Oh, good idea! I'll need to use your laptop too, to make sure I'm doing this right!" Sighing, Noelle saved her draft and passed it along, so that Berdly could show her that email that had been so important.

"So...you want to try recreating this story you found?"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, my dear Noelle! Except...I kind of did," he replied, clicking the link he'd included.

The web page opened to a listing of stories, rather difficult to read in red text on a black background, but Noelle read down to the one Berdly pointed to. "Drowned Elf Boy, Space Kaiju...these are all about video games?" She snickered, passing the laptop back to him. "These are...just creepypastas, Berdly. I've read all of them a million times!"

"Really?! I-I'm amazed you're so cultured, but then, we geniuses usually are!" Berdly finally found the one he wanted, letting Noelle see. "I found this one last night, and HAD to try it out!"

He'd opened an older story about Dragon Blazers, and it didn't take Noelle long to recognize its contents, nor the author, "holidaygirl1225."

"Um...Berdly?"

"Yes, I know it's probably a long shot, but if we could find whatever the author was talking about, it could be an amazing discovery! And we'd get all the credit!" All too late, though, Berdly realized the flaw in his plan, as he started a new game and watched three entire minutes of opening cutscenes. "Oh no, wait...this is in the ice area, isn't it? That's over six hours into the game..."

"Oh! Hang on a second!" Noelle held out her hand, motioning for Berdly to hand her the controller, and she loaded her old save file right outside the area. "I...still have this."

"You kept a file here?!" His eyes wide, Berdly looked up at her with new appreciation. "You must've known this area had its secrets! That's why you're the smartest person I know, aside from myself of course!"

"Of course..." Deciding it'd be best not to let on exactly why she had the file, Noelle watched as Berdly tried retracing the creepypasta author's steps, getting more frustrated with each moment his character spent lost in the icy maze. "It's not working! They must've copied these directions wrong, or deliberately made it so you couldn't follow them..."

"Here, let me try." Again, Berdly handed off the controller, and Noelle reloaded her save to start from scratch. Taking a few moments to remember the steps, she made her way through the maze, but as she did so the realization of what she was doing hit her, and yet again she panicked, going down instead of up at the end.

"Oh...whoops, I guess that wasn't it!" She passed the controller back to Berdly. "You can try again, but I guess it's impossible."

"Yeah..." Sighing, Berdly made a few more attempts, but then gave up, switching off the console. "Guess it was just a made-up story after all. Oh well! I'll go see if there's any secrets in Dragon Blazers VII, or at least get that 'No Damage on Any Boss' achievement I've been working on!"

Once he left, Noelle booted the game again, going through the maze just as she had a few minutes before, the only difference being her going up instead of down, and there it was. Pushing down the reflex to scream and shut off the game just like when she was a kid, she approached the gray door, checking it, poking it, prodding it, trying every way she could think of to open it, but without the key she was once again stuck.

"Someday..." Making sure her save file was still in place, she shut off the game.

[superfluffysupernatural]

The Rituals (2/2)

Part Two: The Staircase Ritual 

AO3 Link

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: The Elevator Game, The Author Regrets Nothing, Based on The Backrooms (Creepypasta), Staircase Ritual, Rituals

Summary: In this two parter story, the Winchester brothers embark on a mission to take down creatures that have made their way into the real world via rituals teenagers have played.

One person. Sam needed was himself and he was going to be okay. He had made sure that both of them chose rituals that would be easily be done by one person and he was going to be able to do this much easier than his brother who was working on killing a creature from the Otherworld. But he was going to have to stand there for a long time and he was going to have to remember a lot of steps. He needed more to take down this creature that had made his life a living hell. The one person that had made sure that the two of them were in this living hell at this point. He was sure that he was able to make sure that he was able to kill the witch.

The whole thing was designed for a a family that lived on the second floor but if he slept on the first then he would reverse everything and he wouldn’t have to think much about it. But he wasn’t going to have to reverse it. He couldn’t perform this in any place other than a staircase or a long hallway and the hallway had to have divisions but he had a staircase so that was perfect even because he wasn’t about to let a good staircase go to waste. The rules said not to do it in a room or outside or in a small, enclosed space but that wasn’t going to be a problem either. 

Sam checked over his shoulder to look at the time before he let himself look over the items he had let himself look at it. He was going to have to see if he was missing anything. He wasn’t going to have to look at it more than once to make him feel like he was going to look at it. 

One staircase with no fewer than eleven steps but no more than sixteen0including landings? Check! W

as it the ideal staircase with twelve or thirteen steps? Yes, yes it was. 

One small, portable, battery-operated fan? Check! 

One glass of water? Check. One handful of dirt? Check. 

One candle? Yes. 

Matches or a lighter? He had both, just in case. 

Did he have a picture of the land on which his home currently stood as old as he could find? Yes, he was able to make use of his research skills to be able to look into the archives to find the image of their house in Kansas. 

Did he have the photo of his home as it stood that day? Yes, yes he did. He took it that morning so it was as fresh as one could get it and he was sure that it would have 

Did he have one pair of six sided dice? Yes. 

Two time keeping devices? Yes. He even got the analog ones that the ritual said was preferable but he had a digital backup just in case for the both of them. 

Did he have the food? He had the food offering that was meat. It was right in his hands like he wanted it to be so that he didn’t drop it. 

Did he have the mirror? Yes. His eyes landed on the mirror in front of him.

A handful of ash? That wasn’t too hard to come by in his life’s work and he was sure that he was going to be able to see it more than once that day.

2-3 dust bunnies? That was the hardest one that had been able to find and he had to look all around the house just to get them. He wasn’t so sure that he was going to find it at some points during the day and he had almost given up because he wasn’t about to drop this without looking all over the house just to be able to finish the ritual. 

Did he spend the entire day also looking for one small, living creature? Yes, yes he did and he hated himself for looking at the rollie-pollie in his hands. 

Did he almost forget the fingernail, lock of hair or other token plucked from his own body? Yes he did and he almost pulled out the blood when he realized that he couldn’t use blood like he wanted and he had no idea what he as going to do with the hair he hadn’t even thought about until he had looked over his shoulder to the rules he had printed out to make the checklist. 

Salt? He had like five pounds of it in the care already and he wasn’t about to keep himself from doing the ritual because he didn’t have usual table salt that they used because he was sure he could find some in the house if he didn’t even have any in the care but he was a hunter and he had everything that he needed to kill a normal thing that he had wanted but he didn’t even think that he was going to be encountering anything normal. 

One sharp object? He always had it on hand and he was sure that he would have to use it to kill the thing in front of him at the end of this ritual and he was happy enough to have it all done. 

He stood int he afternoon light that poured through his childhood home. There was no doubt that Dean was already on the other side of the country helping the teens that had gone missing directly with the whole elevator ritual thing and he was going to be doing this all night so he was going to need to brace himself for what was going to happen to him now. He stretched out his body and placed his hands on his hips as he made note of the time. The precise time of the ritual was important and he wanted to start at noon exactly so he stepped up to the staircase a few seconds before he had to speak.

“It is from here whence-forth I shall commence,” Sam spoke as the grandfather clock in the hallway spoke out to him. The baket of items rested on his arms as he waited for what was going to happen to him. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam stepped up to the first step and placed the fan, “Here is the air that mortal breathes.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam took the nest step up and placed the glass of water onto the next step, “Here is the water that mortal drinks.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

On the third step, Sam spread the handful over dirt, covering as much of the step as possible, “Here is the earth on which moral stands.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam made it to the next step and set the unlit candle next to the matches and the lighter, “Here is the fire that burns mortal’s hands.”  Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

On the fifth step, he placed the old picture of his home, “Here is the time that has come to pass.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

He made it to the sixth step and placed the current picture of his home and rolled the dice next to it, “Here is the present and the die is cast.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

On the seventh step, he placed the watches down onto it, “Here comes the future, the time ticks by now.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam made it to the eight step and placed the food offering, “Here is the offering for the Devil’s mouth.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Then he made it to the ninth step and he placed the mirror down onto it, “Here is my image, in God’s likeness I trust.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

He hated saying that when he couldn’t believe in God anymore. No the phrase had to be repeated word for word and without hesitation and regardless as to the religion he followed and he had no reason to keep up religion at that point since he had met the hero that had made him feel like he was going to find himself down there and he was sure that no one was going to make him feel like he wanted to follow them there. He had no reason to follow a god or gods but he was sure some of them were less douchey than the people he had met. 

The tenth step he placed the ashes and the dust bunnies, “Here is mortality, ashes and dust.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam took one step up and placed the living creature under a glass as it must have been alive and not be able to escape, “Here is a life I present unto thee.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

On the twelfth step, he placed the hair from his body, “And here is the essence extracted from me.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

On the final step, he drew a line of salt, “No further than here.” Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

The main event did not have to be the next day but it’s recommended to be performed as soon as possible. If anything were to be moved then the obstacles would have become weaker and he wasn’t going to have that happen either and he was going to watch over it so that he could make sure the ritual was as strong as possible and he could finish her off as soon as possible. 

Sam made his way back down the stairs to head to the end of the stairs so that he could end up going to go to bed and he was going to fall asleep right then and there but there was still a whole day to work on and it wasn’t like he could just call his brother and tell him that he had started the ritual because there would be no way that he could get in contact with him for the rest of the day and Dean was on strict orders to not call him until he was done and he wasn’t going to let the happen to him. He let himself down to the floor in front of the door and he was going to let it sit there at the door for a long ass time. He had no reason to move from his spot. He had no reason to even look at anything but the steps in front of him and he was sure that there was nothing that he could do until that night and he was sure that he could watch the stairs the whole night as he hoped not to keep looking at as he made his way back down to a position in which he was going to make sure that he was comfortable enough to sit there for hours but he had no reason to get super comfortable and fall asleep and he was sure that there was something in front of him that was going to go wrong but he was sure that he could get through it without much complaint. 

The sun began to set and the room around him was going to fall down the moment he wasn’t able to make sense of it and he was sure that he was going to make it to the main event the next day if he were going to sit there all day. He was going to make sure that he was going to make it. If anything were to become amiss then he would have to stop the whole thing and restart and he had to make sure that he was going to get through all of this. He could have set up cameras and everything but he had no idea what was going to happen to it during the night since he had no way of monitoring it and he was going to go over them in the morning and take up more time though he hated to think that he was going to make more now that he could just watch the shit himself. 

Sam situated himself in front go him and waited for a moment to look over the shoulder to the door he had once looked at so many times though he hated to think that this was the only thing that he could do. He was going to make sure that all of it was going to get out of there as soon as possible when it was all said and done.

Sam waited patiently as he looked at the items on the stairs and he waited for the moments in which all of it went array and he wasn’t going to hesitate and he was going to wait the whole night as if it were going to make everything better if nothing went array. He waited as if something were to go wrong and he didn’t even think that it was going to but he waited until the sun came up to make sure nothing went wrong and he was there waiting for it. He placed his hands on either side of him and pushed himself off of the ground and made his way back to the stairs where he was to perform the ceremony as soon as possible and he wasn’t so tired from it. He was going to have to wait for it all to be the right time but he was ready. Nothing had gone wrong that moment. 

There was no one in the house so there was no one to evacuate from the house. He granted the sharp object from the basket and the second time keeping device. He twisted himself and waited for something to happen. He had to start at the same time as he started the prelude the day before which meant exactly at noon as he once started. Though he wasn’t so sure that he was too keen on waiting any longer. His body tingled with anticipation as he waited the time to come for him to enter the ceremony and he was waiting for the time to come to him and he wasn’t going to ruin it by starting it at the right time. If anything were to go amiss during any of the steps then he was going to have to restart with it. The time didn’t seem to move fast enough as he looked over his shoulder towards a clock in which he could just watch until noon hit and he was allowed the time to start the dance in which he was meant to take on and he was going to take it on when he wanted to and it was going to make him more than willing. 

Thirteen hours. He had to stand an hour on each stair and he had no idea what was going to happen to him once he stepped onto them but he was willing and able to do it. He stretched himself out once more and he was going to do it. He needed to be exact and he was going to be perfectly exact when he was done with it all and it couldn’t start a moment before. He waited as the seconds ticked by so that he would be able to move. He lifted himself off of the ground and looked over his shoulder towards the clock once more so that he could start once more. 

He planted his feet at the bottom of the staircase not a second too late. He did not move. His knees looked in place as he looked over the steps in front of him. He was not to look back or to either side and the hair on the back of his neck prickled though nothing felt amiss. He just….he had to go through this and he was going to make sure that this was completed and he was going to let Dean know at the end of this that he was going to make this through and he was ready to make this the final time they had to do something like this so that they may never let anyone get hurt again. 

The clock mocked him for the entire hour he stood there. He mounted the first step and turned on the fan. Sam faced the top of the staircase and planted his feet. He did not move. He did not turn around or look behind him. He did not care about it. He did not want to move his face but he was sure that it wouldn’t mean anything when he stood there. He was going to be the one who got this done without anything going wrong. He didn’t care to think about an entity that was following him. He could feel the breath of it down his neck as he looked at the rest of the steps in front of him. One down, several more to go. Another hour passed before he was able to move. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

He took a step up to the second step on the beginning of the second hour and bent down to get the glass, careful not to look behind him. He would have to down it over the course of the hour as not to pee himself over the other stairs and he didn’t want to make it out to be a big thing as he made his way up the other stairs. The hour ticked down once more and he had no idea what was going to happen but he was happy enough to continue but he wasn’t so happy to have to go through more of this nine more times. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

The third hour brought the third step and the same movements. But he made sure both of his feet were in or on the dirt spread across the stair. His joints started to ache as he looked over his shoulder towards the front of the stairs and the top that made him want to cry he was so ready to be done with it. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you.  The fourth hour brought the same and he was allowed to move a little bit. A deep ache began to settle into his muscles as he looked at the top of the stairs. He took the lighter and lit the candle and made sure it didn’t go out. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

He took on the fifth step without much thought and bent down to reach the photo in front of him. Completely silent. The house was silent as he picked up the photo and burned it with the light that he had carried with him. He waited until the photo was completely unrecognizable before he blew out the light in front of him. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. He would have to carry this candle for a bit longer but he didn’t mind. He didn’t care at all. All that mattered was that he was only part way through this. 

Sam took on the sixth step and took the picture of the home he had taken yesterday and ripped it seven times as indicated bu the dice but he could not allow the pieces to fall to his feet though he was ready to let them fall. He had to remind himself what he as doing this for. The hundreds of teens who had taken on this challenge in hopes of finding a witch at the end of it all and let their one true wish be granted. He didn’t want any more teens to fall into her trap and he knew that she was going to sink her claws into anyone who was going to make this happen. He could sto[ this and he was the only one who could help stop this. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Seven hours had passed and he wasn’t going to let this stop now that he as going to be amending one more step to make sure that the witch appeared in front of him and he was going to make her pay for what she had done to all of those teens. He knew that she was going to be easy to kill. She had only been created by some stupid teens on the internet and they had built in no strengths for her which meant she had so many weaknesses that he could exploit. He took the clock and turned the clock forward as many hours as incited by the side roll on the previous step. He could not turn it backwards by any means and he wasn’t going to let it fall that way. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you.  

Eight. He took the eight step up and took a bite of the food that he had offered. He had to swallow it and not show any kind of disgust or remorse for the fact that he was eating it. The metallic taste of blood forced it’s way down his throat and for once he did not enjoy the taste of it. He could not enjoy something like this at all and it made him want to throw up. But he had to show as much enjoyment as he could. He could not let this be the one thing at betrayed him to the witch that was waiting for him on the other end of this. He wasn’t going to stop and he had to force the meat…ground beef…down his throat. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Nine. He took the mirror off fo the steps and focused on the face in the mirror. His face. Shadows darted behind him but he had to focus on his own face. There were many distractions but the spirits were going to be the one things that had made him feel uneasy and quit. No matter what tried to catch his eyes, he had to waitfor the hour to pass. He had to. There was going to be a stop to this and he was going to sit there for the next hour before his punishment was up and he was going to be free of all of this. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Ten. Ten hours he had stood there and he smashed the mirror before he mounted the tenth step. He used his knife to draw a drop of blood from his hand and allowed a drop to fall on the pile of ashes and dust. He had no idea what kind of seal this was making but it made him uneasy to look down at it. He was no idea why but it made him want to stop now. But he had gotten so far. To terminate it all now would mean that he wouldn’t be able to tell Dean that he did it. That he had finished the job all on his own without any help from his brother.  Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Eleven. He mounted the step and released the still alive bug. It pained him to have to do this but he placed his hand over the bug and took it out. He had to face what he had done as he waited there. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. Even as all of the bad he had done faced him down and he was sure that there was nothing worse that he could do. He had done all of the unimaginable to other people. To other humans. He was wanted for so much that it made him want to throw up. He was just as sick as the brother he had joined all of those years ago and he wasn’t going to act like killing a bit was going to make it any worse though it was going help him. 

Twelve. He mounted the twelfth step and took the token he had plucked from his body and he waited for someone to act like this was all a prank before he swallowed it whole. It hurt but he was able to force down the hair as best as he could without thinking too much about what was awaiting him. He wasn’t going to make this a whole thing now that he was so close to being done. He had gotten so close and he was sure that he was going to see what he was going to have to face at the top of the stairs as soon as he finished this ritual up and he wasn’t so ready to face it. Not anymore. His whole body shook as he looked over his shoulder. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

 Thirteen. He got up from the twelfth to the thirteenth step, finally recognizing that the light and completely faded from the room and he wasn’t going to see daylight for a little bit more. Maybe not until the next day but he stayed on one side of the salt line as not to invoke anything unless he was truly ready to invoke it. He kept his sharp object close. Face the top of the staircase. Plant your feet. Do not move. Do not turn around or look behind you. 

Sam crossed the salt. The witch was at the top of the stairs facing him as he looked at her with a smile on her face as if she had been waiting him for the whole time, clear as day and only having appeared after he had completed the ritual. She didn’t even flinch as Sam brought out the blade. She seemed almost pleased with it as he looked at her. A wave of relief crossed her face as the words, ‘kill me’ seemed to escape her mouth though they didn’t actually come out and were more a shadow of the voice that she might have once had but she was old and decrepit and she wasn’t going to fight him off anymore from what it looked like and he was sad that he had no way but to do what she had wanted him to do. The object he held in his hands would be able to kill her at a moment’s note and he was ready 

The witch screamed out as he stabbed her in the stomach and let her fall to ruins in front of him and he was so sure that she was done for since she burst into a bright golden light as well. Her ashes were nothing more than dust to sweep up later. Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed his brother’s number. The line connected and before his brother could even say anything, Sam spoke as he rushed down the stairs towards the front door where he knew he would be safe. He would be safe so long as he was out of the house and away from the ashes of the witch. 

“It’s done,” Sam whined and he wasn’t so sure that it had worked. He was going to be happy enough to see it all through and he wasn’t going to let that happen without much more of a thought. But he was happy. “I think we’re safe…safer than usual.”  

“I hope we’re safe,” Dean’s voice didn’t sound right nut he had to make a mental note of that to bring up later otherwise he would hate to start a fight over the phone for nothing. There was no way he could let this happen over the phone but…it seemed like the creature had gotten him….gotten his soul. 

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Creepypasta’s As: Quotes On My Laptop And Phone

Right so this has been stewing in my drafts for forever and it was just supposed to be something quick and fun but turned out be harder then I thought so not all the characters are here but I got most of them! Don’t really know who the audience for this apart from me but ah... ?enjoy? 

BEN Drowned: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathanial Orion G. K

Bloody Painter / Helen Otis: I hope that someday when I’m gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks: I would have loved her him. – Nicole Lyons

Candy Cane: Come away, O human child To the waters and the wood with a fairy, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. – Willian Butler Yeats

Candy Pop: Turn on you before you turn on us. We’re all just savages. – Theory of a Deadman, Savages

Candy Cane and Candy Pop: Forgive, sounds good. Forget? … I’m not sure I could. – Dixie Chicks, Not Ready To Make Nice

Clockwork / Natalie Ouellette: This woman that I’m becoming gives me chills. I’m obligated to move differently. I have work to do. – ???

Eyeless Jack: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathaniel G. K

Hobo Heart: I’m not used to being loved; I wouldn’t know what to do. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Homicidal Liu / Sully: If I told you how it all ended; Would you have done it? – ???

·         Extra for Liu: The seas were getting rough, but I thought we were worth it. – Hunter Hayes, You Think You Know Somebody

·         Extra for Liu and Silly: I am not a bad man… Even though I do bad things. Very bad things. Such horrible things… But it's not quite what it seems. (Not quite what he seems) Not quite what I seem… … … Aw, hell. It's exactly what it seems. – Creature Feature, Such horrible Things

Hoodie / Brian: Remember that I am still a monster. I can listen to you scream, and cry, and beg, and I still wont le you out. – Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Jane the Killer / Jane Richardson: She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr, if they killed her quick. – Flannery O’ Connor, A Temple of the Holy Ghost

Jason the Toymaker: [Said to him] You’re a tragedy! She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy is leaving you. Why should she stay? You are incomplete. She’d rather grow up then stay with you. – Captain Hook, Peter Pan 2003

Jeff the Killer / Jeffry Woods: [Liu, on Jeff] Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back. – Sharon Olds, Satan Says

·         Extra for Jeff: Do you know what happens when you light a fire in you? It burns everything that’s standing in the way. – ???

·         Extra for Jeff and Liu: And if the black banners raise as the crooked smiles fade; Fallen heroes who quite too late. – Fall Out Boy, The Kid’s Aren’t Alright

Laughing Jack: Forever is a long, long time… And time has a way of changing things. – Willow Tweed, The Fox and the Hound

·         Extra for L.J: This is how the world works; You gotta leave before you get left. – Taylor Swift, I Did Something Bad

·         Extra for L.J #2: All this has happened before. And it will all happen, again… - J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Laughing Jill: [L.Jill, to Mary’s father] You didn’t realise that in breaking my heart you were strengthening my soul. You didn’t realise but I did. And it changed the whole goddamn game once and for all. – Niharika Bhatt

Masky / Tim: I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too. – Heather Davis

Nathan the Nobody / Nathan Lux: Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean she’s gone in your heart. Because the worst thing ever is to forget. – Christina, Allegiant

Nina the Killer / Nina Hopkins: When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. – Caitlyn Siehl

·         Extra for Nina: Maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than about the stories and the people we’re quoting. – John Green

Offenderman: [Said to him] There isn’t a decent thought in your nasty little mind! – ???

·         Extra for Offender: [‘Him’ instead of ‘Witch’] When you visit a witch, bring an offering: Food, tobacco, alcohol, secrets, sex, or death. – Honest Louis

Sally Williams: Real monsters are human. – ???

·         Extra for Sally: I’m sorry this world could not keep you safe. May your journey home be a soft, and peaceful one. – Rupi Kuar

Slenderman: Heroes are always remembered. But legends never die. – Babe Ruth

·         Extra for Slender: Do not believe anything except the whispers of the trees. They have never lied to you. They won’t start now. – ??? Maybe Nikita Gil?

·         Extra #2 for Slender: The fuckers. There, I feel better. Goddamned Human race. There, I feel better. – Charles Bukowski

·         Extra #3 for Slender: Forests hide secrets - he said gently, - It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another. – Catherynne M. Valente

Splenderman: I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks, I believe most people are good. – Luke Bryan, Most People Are Good

·         Extra for Splender: A little consideration, I little thought for others, makes all the difference. – Eeyore

Ticci Toby / Toby Erin Rogers: I make no apologies, for how I choose to repair, what you broke. – Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

Trenderman: My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still wear velvet gloves. – Anaïs Nin

Zalgo: Funny. Cause I look around at this world you’re so eager to be a part of and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for fastest ride out. Who’s not crazy? Look around. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, shooting up, or just plain screwing their brains out, cuz they don’t want ‘em anymore. I’m crazy? Honey, I’m the original one-eyed chicken in the kingdom of the blind; Cuz at least I admit the world makes me nuts. – Glory, Buffy The Vampire Slayer

·         Extra for Zalgo: God’s busy. Can I help you? – Pinhead, Hellraiser

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Marvel Spookytober 2020 Prompts

Hello, everyone!

It’s almost that time of the year again, and Marvel Spookytober Prompts is back with prompts for you. 

For those who aren’t familiar, Marvel Spookytober Prompts is a month long event—during the month of October—with different prompts for you to choose from. You are free to participate as much or as little as you wish, meaning there is no minimum word count, minimum images, or anything of the like. All forms (writing, art, gifsets, moodboards, etc.) will be accepted! 

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If you would like for us to reblog your work, then use the hashtags #marvelspookytober or #marvelspookytoberprompts. For an extra measure, since tracked tagging has been a bit wonky lately, then tag us in your post. 

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These prompts are free for anyone to use; however, we will only be reblogging Marvel related content.

Without further ado, here, under the cut, are this year’s prompts!

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01 OCTOBER/DAY 1: “Did you really get us lost on Halloween night?” || Harvest/Festivals/Carnivals

02 OCTOBER/DAY 2: Haunted House || A magical supply store, a talking judgmental cat, a mixed up stock shipment

03 OCTOBER/DAY 3: “Come on, let me scare a few trick-or-treaters.” || Eternal Relationship

04 OCTOBER/DAY 4: Murder/Unsolved Mystery || A fortune teller, a thief, and a bank heist gone wrong

05 OCTOBER/DAY 5: “Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” || Supernatural Beings

06 OCTOBER/DAY 6: Final Girl || Character A and Character B wear costumes from the same fandom at a costume party.

07 OCTOBER/DAY 7: “We ran out of candy, and a mini horde is coming this way!” || Graveyard

08 OCTOBER/DAY 8: Pumpkin Carving Contest || Character A gets scared by Character B in a corn maze and lashes out to hit them.

09 OCTOBER/DAY 9: “Halloween is better, and if you disagree then you gotta forfeit all your candy.” || Abandoned House

10 OCTOBER/DAY 10: Costume Party || Picking out each other’s Halloween costumes

11 OCTOBER/DAY 11: “Have you ever heard about what happened in that house?” || Ghost Hunting

12 OCTOBER/DAY 12: Tricks and Traps || Apple cider, a scary movie marathon, and cuddling on a chilly night

13 OCTOBER/DAY 13: “You know you’re not alive, right?” || Positions and Propositions

14 OCTOBER/DAY 14: Creepypasta || Covering the house with Halloween decorations

15 OCTOBER/DAY 15: “If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, I’m going to scream.” || Slasher

16 OCTOBER/DAY 16: Nightmare Fuel || The haunting image of spindly, bare trees

17 OCTOBER/DAY 17: “Why are we raking up leaves?” “To jump into them.” || Apocalyptic Log

18 OCTOBER/DAY 18: Buried Alive || Characters wearing coordinating masks at a masquerade party

19 OCTOBER/DAY 19: “Did you just hiss at me?” “Duh, idiot. I’m a snake.” || Circus of Fear

20 OCTOBER/DAY 20: Creepy Attic/Basement || Character A reluctantly attends Character B’s murder mystery party

21 OCTOBER/DAY 21: “You’re too old to be going trick-or-treating.” || Death by Sex

22 OCTOBER/DAY 22: Distress Call || A candle, a broken promise, an engagement ring

23 OCTOBER/DAY 23: “I never thought I’d fall in love with a werewolf.” “You know it’s just a costume, right?” || Dolls

24 OCTOBER/DAY 24: Power Outage || Getting caught in an autumn rainstorm with only one umbrella

25 OCTOBER/DAY 25: “Can’t believe we got kidnapped by a clown tonight, of all nights. This is your fault.” || Ominous Knocking 

26 OCTOBER/DAY 26: Sinister Car || The crunching of leaves, ever-growing chill, and lots and lots of soup

27 OCTOBER/DAY 27: “She’s six and dressed up as a little bunny. How can she scare you” || Wicked Witch

28 OCTOBER/DAY 28: Kidnapped || Making caramel apples

29 OCTOBER/DAY 29: “What was that noise?” || Let’s Split Up, Gang

30 OCTOBER/DAY 30: Spooky Paintings/Photographs || Chilly weather, bloody sweater and black feathers

31 OCTOBER/DAY 31: “Don’t you dare try selling your soul for me.” || Séance || An abandoned motel/hotel on the edge of town.