#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.

[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...))

[polyamships]

This is the first of six posts to help expand on the prompts for anyone who needs a little more to go on than just one word. We hope these ideas help inspire people, but they are only a jumping-off point and there will of course be plenty more interpretations we didn't think of!

March 1st - V relationship – For a definition see here. How did the V form? Do their metamours know one another? Does everyone in the V live together or does the hinge partner divide time up between two, or three, homes? You could focus on each relationship that makes up one arm of the V or you could focus on the platonic relationship between the two metamours if they have one, or work in both angles! The V-turns-into-a-triad trope could be fun and interesting, what changes from one type of relationship to the other?

March 2nd - Supernatural – This could be the genre in general, or any fandoms that fit the genre, including crossovers/fusions with your favorite ships for those supernatural themed fandoms. There are also plenty of supernatural type AUs that would be great for this prompt; vampires, werewolves, ghosts, sirens, fae, witches, fairytales. Perhaps your polycule is part of a ghosthunting or monsterhunting team, or perhaps they are the supernatural beings attempting to hide away from any hunters and/or non-supernatural folks. Or maybe it's more subtle, such as one of your characters being into ghost stories or supernatural horror films or creepypasta. And if you want something a little different for this time of year, how about your ship celebrating Halloween with all the spooky decorations or costumes.

March 3rd - Games – There's so many types of games this could be used for; board games, card games, console or PC games, and lots of different types of sports too. This could mean polycule game night. Or maybe your OT4/5/etc has enough people to run their own DnD group regularly. Or an extended polycule having enough people to play team sports or something like paintballing – they could either be on one team against others or pitted against some of the polycule with it divided into two teams. For fluff, this could be playing family/children's games with their kid(s) or partner's kid(s). Maybe only a couple of people in the ship/polycule like a particular type of gaming and form a connection because of that, e.g. metamours bonding over PC gaming while their loved one in common has no interest at all in that. This could also be taken with a darker or more adult angle, as mind games or playing with someone.

March 4th - Affection – How do the different people in your ship show their affection? Is it with touch, like kisses, hugs etc, or is it words, such as compliments, or actions, like cooking a loved one their favorite meal or showering them in gifts. Do they crave affection and love public displays of it or do they prefer it to be private, or just occasional if they are very reserved. Is the type of affection they show the same with all their partners or does it differ with some of them in some way? If any of your ship work together, perhaps they have to hold it in check while on the job to be professional, or do they try to sneak affectionate moments in when people aren't looking.

March 5th - Awakening – This could be about a character's polyamorous awakening or a bi/pan awakening if they're already polyamorous but are surprised by feelings for someone of a different gender than expected for the first time. Or an awakening for anything else that they come to the realization of – like figuring out they are asexual, or having their feelings for someone suddenly hit them, or discovering one day that they have special abilities/powers. It could also be literal and fluffy, about them waking up in the morning with partners. Or literal and whumpy, waking up after something bad that happened where they lost consciousness.

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The rest of the prompts can be found in the full prompts post here.

[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?

[ask-red-and-solomon]

Every NGC: Replay character in 10 words or less!

Alrighty then, did one of these for pretty much every character in the NES Godzilla creepypasta, and now it's time to do the same for it's sequel; Replay!

Took me a while to actually get around to working on this...

Aaannd let's go!

Carl- World's most chill person must face their inner demons.

Zachary- Again, the bestest gaming creepypasta protagonist.

Godzilla- Dinosaur becomes radioactive and can breath fire! More at six.

Rodan- Did not deserve to be scrapped from the original game.

Triceratops- The fiercest rival there is!

Krystalak- Loves crystals, ice, and caves!

Ganimes- Arg, arg, arg arg arg!

Kamoebas- The world's most dangerous snapping turtle... Do not feed him.

Gorosaurus- A lost dino friend!

Usol- Someone give this poor kid a hug, please.

Lethar- Hates hyperactive squirrels- er, monsters in this case.

Gabera- Bullies everyone, probably even himself.

King Kong- Apparently needed to be saved from him?

Warlock- A very promising antagonist!

Exalton- Loves to spam the move Thunderbolt.

Zilla- Mr. Tuna the lizard!

Dagahra- You spin me right round-

Titanosaurus- Loves to vibe on the ocean floor

Odia- I'm you, but better..!

Usol's kidnapper (does anyone know if this guy has a name?)- Has a big mouth for looking like a a mosquito...

King Caesar- It'd sure be a shame if he was evil...

Giant Toad- Summon the frog army...!

Megaguirus- The most annoying dragonfly in existence

Salaac- Catch me if you can!

Vaba- Can, and will, take all of your money

Dohnbar- Bombs? Oil? Rope? It's yours my friend!

Arba- She's doing her best!

Yad- A kid and his pink plushie buddy

Mechani-Kong- Ranged attacks are his specialty!

Avidus- Honestly can't wait for this fella to make an appearance!

And... I think that's all of the characters in NES Godzilla Replay so far! Well, as of the first part of the Alkali chapter, that is...

It was honestly kind of tough coming up with something for some of these monsters

[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.

[cleaning-has-its-benefits]

Someday I’ll learn a way to write a neat introduction.

So, here’s another shelved fic that tbh I’m a bit sad to leave aside but if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work y’know?

It was a reincarnation au which was my excuse to write the genderbend characters, considered making it an aprils fools special for that. It’s title would have been “Summer love” and it’s summary “In which Hero and Mari get a second chance.”

(this time around,however, there’s a bonus abandoned idea at the end!)

This one didn’t even get beyond the plotting stage, but I did write a intro. This intro would have been rather independent from the rest of the fic, so that’s why I could do it. Here is what I had written:

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At the age of ninety-three, Hero died on the way to the hospital. His death could have been prevented, if people had been faster, if a lot of thing had gone differently, but his family would be more upset about this fact than Hero himself. Having lived a fulfilling life, he was accepting of his end as he watched the ambulance drive off in the nocturnal city landscape, it’s siren lonely resounding on the silent streets, then on the prairies, then on the frozen ground, then on a molten wasteland, then on the new born universe, then nothing.

But could it be really be called nothing when he, as well as everything who had died that night, gathered with everything that died before and after, as a sole essence? Hero was dead, but he couldn’t say the same for himself, itself. It gathered with itself once again as it had done ever since it first came to be in it’s simplest way. Only here it had enough room for such thing.

It traveled through itself, dancing with itself, greeting itself again and again, meting with itself joyfully, at times. In some occasions, it felt peaceful and accepting of being again with itself. In others, it wailed in desperation and rage, taking vengeance on itself again and again. It strived to know itself, in all it’s beautiful and ugly parts. That’s why it had so many consciences. Amidst all this, one of it’s fragments finally found the fragment it was looking for, after so long, the one that it got to know as Mari.

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. I missed you.

I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy.

I love you, I love you.

I never stopped loving you.

The two fragments met two fragments more, then one, then one and they were six. They never forgot they were six. The wait is over! They danced in the nothing, then among stars, then on a new born planet, then on a frozen landscape, and when they saw the first humans, they sing-sanged:

Let’s live again!

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(dunno if I have to say it, but just in case I’ll mention this isn’t meant to depict any religion in particular and if it aligns to any real belief, it is just a coincidence. This afterlife was inspired actually by that creepypasta of that egg.

And also, cw for mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of abuse and mentions of underage smoking later on. These are just mentioned, but still I give a heads up.)

so ehh, this whole thing is rather messy and Im not sure where to start… I guess with the general idea? So basically the main cast dies and then reincarnates, they met some years later, in their late teens, and this would have been a Hero’s pov, so the main plot would have been about his and Mari’s reincarnations meting up and hitting it off right away, falling in love and being happy.

And that’s where my main problem is with this fic… I can’t write romance for saving my life. Like, if the romance it’s a secondary thing to serve the main theme or something then I can manage, but when the romance it’s the main focus of plot? No way, and that’s the story of how I couldn’t come up with a plot for this, though I tried, since february of last year!

My first idea was that this took place during summer vacation, I wanted this to be a light story y’know? To go with the nice introduction I wrote. Nothing too heavy, just a fluffy comedy, with a bit of angst sprinkled on it. ( I had meant to search for new names for the characters on the editing stage, to be a bit more original and focus on this being their reincarnations, but I never did so I’ll just refer to them here with the most straightforward option in most cases option.)

This first story would have started with the protagonist, Henrietta, daydreaming while Kelsey is doing idk, preparing to go outside or smth. When she’s done, she asks Henrietta if she’s thinking about her imaginary girlfriend, but then she sees the horror, there in the table… the summer homework. Kelsey is scandalized and claims that it is like a crime to be doing homework before they even gone back from their trip at the beach, and Henrietta sheepishly says it’s better to not leave things to the last second. All this scene it’s mostly to set the tone.

After that they go out of the room they were at and bid goodbye to Henrietta’s mother, telling her they’ll go around town. Since this is a reincarnation au, I decided to switch around a bit the character’s relationships with each other, and in case of Henrietta and Kelsey, they’re childhood friends, though they prefer to say they’re sisters in everything but blood. Henrietta’s mother is also a single mother but that doesn’t have much relevance for the plot. For some reason I kept thinking of Kelsey’s homelife as a rather bad one, sorry girl!

Anyways, they walk a bit on this coastal town, setting the vacational mood a bit and then they reach an ice-cream shop, where they had agreed to met up with some friends they had made during their vacation. There they find the twins waiting for them, and Henrietta quickly concludes that, indeed, she still has a massive crush on Masaki.

So here Sunny and Mari, after spending a whole lifetime apart, they didn’t want to be separated again, so they reincarnated as twins, Luna being born some minutes before Masaki (since Mari means truth, I searched ‘japanese male name that means truth’ and this is the one that appeared. It was a placeholder before I did more research but I didn’t get there. )

Not much later arrive the siblings, Sybil and Andrew. I made them siblings just because. About Basil’s name, since he’s named after a character of dorian gray, then I thought why not name his counterpart as another character of the book? Here I considered them being locals.

And that’s all the story I managed to pin down for this first plot. In theory, what would have followed is basically them having fun together for the last days of vacation before Henrietta and Kelsey (and the twins) had to go back home.

I guess the conflict would have been something like Henrietta feeling somewhat insecure about her relationship with Masaki going rather fast, since they have known each other for like a month and she thinks that going so fast into a relationship is a recipe for disaster, and she wants this to work out, maybe she’s also worried about this ending up as just a ‘summer thing’. On a later scene she talks about this with Masaki and he reassures her, they both having an agreement to just be friends for now, aware of the feelings they have for each other. They just want to be part of the other’s life, and they don’t mind if that doesn’t translate as being romantic partners.

I guess too there would have been a bit of a worry about all the group keeping in touch but that would been easily solved because this took place in a modern settling so no much conflict about that.

There would be an scene later on, where the group would have gone to the beach at night. There Henrietta and Masaki would have separated from the others and have a bit of a heart-to-heart. Here Henrietta would tell Masaki about these insecurities, but here would be also other info:

1-Henrietta tells him about her imaginary girlfriend and this makes Masaki laugh. Turns out, he also has an imaginary boyfriend. This is a not subtle hint that they both have really vague memories of each-other from their past life. So when they describe how their imaginary partners are, they pretty much just describe Mari and Hero, respectively.

2-Masaki tells her a story about his sister. I didn’t plan out how the subject went to this, but this is an anecdote of a time when they were around twelve an Luna started having a recurring dream that would distress her a lot. She could never remember it very well, she could only remember being in a place with a lot of light and it making her feel like she had to get out of there as soon as possible. There was also someone else in there who told her to not commit the same mistake again. Each night, for almost an entire year, she would have the same dream and wake up crying, with the terrible sensation that her brother would die soon. No one knew what had caused this and near the end of that year, the dream just stopped on its own.

As you might guess, this are Luna’s vague memories of her past life, and this dream is about whitespace and Omori… though I think I would have changed this if I had ever gone beyond the first draft, since I don’t really like that this pretty much says Sunny’s trauma chases him even in another life.

But going back to Henrietta and Masaki, he would also share with her something that he didn’t tell people, not even his sister.

Ever since he was a child, Masaki had thought about death, of how he would die and how he would be remembered. He had always had the sensation he would die young. For that, for most of his life he had been reluctant in forming bonds with other people and pretty much only associated with his family, afraid to leave a lot of people behind to suffer for his dead. With the impression that such thoughts would be considered morbid by other people, he just kept these thoughts to himself and everyone just thought he was cheerful and polite but distant, if sometimes a bit melancholic if he thought you weren’t looking. He had decided not to tell his sister to not worry her, though his parents did knew about it, and maybe a therapist? I didn’t get to iron out those details. In any case, in recent years, he hasn’t thought about dying soon so much and he’s even made efforts in making friends, though he doesn’t have much practice and his peers think he’s a bit weird.

As you might guess, these are Masaki’s vague memories of his past life. Mari’s untimely death would leave a huge impression on her, and, in truth, after learning how out-of-nowhere your life can end, masaki is subconsciously (so-to-say) scared of that happening again. Though once he gets past his sixteenth birthday, he finally starts to relax, and it kinda sinks-in that this is a new life and he can live it. It really helped to be reunited once again with the rest of the group, I guess I managed to imply in the intro that they have a bond that lasts through different lives?

Anyways, for this reason, Masaki feels comfortable enough to tell Henrietta about these things , despite them knowing each other for just a month. And I didn’t plan out more of how the conversation would have continued. Maybe there would be a comment about how its feels as if they’ve known each-other for ages, but maybe that’s too-on-the-nose.

And that was all I had for that first draft, a neat scene and no more, so you can see why that never got too far.

Before going with the second attempt, I’ll mention a couple other ideas for the other characters. So, for Kelsey, she would have been rather unsure of what to do after high school, since everyone kept saying she should pursue basketball since she was a natural at it, though, while she enjoyed it, she didn’t really want to go at it professionally. This would have tied with her past life, with Kel becoming a basket player, so that’s why she has a ‘natural talent’ at it. Though subconsciously she doesn’t want to do the same and wants to try something else. It would have been good to give her some interest on her own but I didn’t get there.

And for Andrew, his favorite color is still pink and he often paints his nails like that and doesn’t give a shit about what others think. He has a philosophy of ‘if I get to punch an asshole, is a good day, and if I don’t have to punch any asshole, it’s also a good day.’ It would have been good to develop him more but I didn’t get there.

I didn’t really have that many ideas for Henrietta, Luna and Sibyl. The best would have been to write out exactly how each character’s life has been and all that.

Well, that’s all for that first idea. So, since the problem was that I didn’t have any plot or real conflict to work with, in the second attempt I decided to focus a bit more in that, adding more angst since that’s more my zone.

So ehm…

Basically, the plot followed Henrietta and Kelsey, two friends who had ranaway from an abusive home and had decided to ‘live life to the max’ until they ran out of the money they had saved (or stolen) before moving forward with a suicide pact they had.

That’s surely a plot but that’s too much, man!

Since this idea didn’t align with what I wanted for this fic, that’s it, a lighthearted story focused on romance, then you can guess this one didn’t get too far.

Then for the third, I tried to tone it down, they still being runaways but wanting to start a new life from scratch, living in some cheap place, working low-paying jobs while trying to continue their studies on their own. Here I had considered making Sibyl and Andrew the children from Henrietta’s employers and I guess her whole relationship with Masaki would have been a bit of a distraction for her from her living situation, and the conflict about her not wanting him to find out. But since I’m a bitch for angst my brain thought ‘hey but what if we add more conflict by making Kelsey have problems with nicotine and since she’s so stressed she keeps using the little money they have to buy cigarettes?’ and then I decided this plot wasn’t working either to I discarded it as well.

For my last attempt, I decided to try a different approach. So, the first scene would have been of how Henrietta and Andrew and Sibyl met. Here Henrietta was working a summer job in a store and the siblings where regulars, enough that she knew their names and had friendly chats. One day, a thief wanted to rob the store while she was working, but the siblings somehow managed to stop him. If they did something so risky, was because they have in common that they fiercely protect anyone they care about, though later they would simply tell Henrietta that they thought she was cool. After that they officially became friends, and she would invite them to a cafe or something as gratitude. She would later tell all of this to Kelsey and she would also go to met them.

And then I found myself with the same problem as before. Of this scene not really connecting to anything and having no plot, so I gave up.

Now onto the bonus!

This one was more of a neat idea I had a long time ago, but I never considered seriously to write it into a fic. I actually had forgotten about it and remembered while writing this.

So, it all started with a fanart of an au I saw, which was like the au of an au. You see, there’s this au about Mari possessing Mewo an so living on as a cat and trying to help however she could withing her limitations… sadly I cannot give credits since, like I said, this was a long time ago and I never payed attention to the author’s username, and Im not sure if this ever got beyond a few concept illustrations.

Well, some time after, someone did a variation of this from an ask I think, where it was from a hikihero au where Kel possesses Hector… I can’t give credits for this either, sorry, and Im not sure if this ever went beyond an ask.

So at the time I was reading ‘A dog’s purpose’ and one evening I entertained the idea of a little fic inspired by these two things.

Basically the plot would have been about Kel reincarnating as a dog, and the opening would have been from the owners’s perspective, something along the lines of how they noticed one of their puppies was barking at his own paws, and, endearingly, they would joke about how the puppy had discovered that he, indeed, had paws all this time, unknowing that Kel had just remembered he used to be human and was currently freaking out. After that, the story changes to Kel’s pov.

I had a few loose scenes and ideas, but in general it would have followed Kel trying to make sense of his situation and also wanting to go back to Faraway, but since he’s a dog, he’s frustrated he can’t communicate with humans. Im not sure if I had decided he understood speaking or not, but probably not.

Though his wish comes true, as the owners had relatives in Faraway and would drive there to visit for vacations. Recognizing the place, Kel wouldn’t take long to flee and go to his neighbourhood… or something. I didn’t plan that far. I really only had three scenes, one where he manages to find Aubrey, Sunny and Basil talking to each-other and they think he’s a bit of a weird dogs that’s friendly towards them for no reason. Another about him managing to sneak into his former house to go see his brother, and another where he visits the graveyard for some reason and old beardy recognizes him, commenting something about how he had been sure Kel wouldn’t take long to join them again. I think I considered making Mari study psicology exclusively to help Hero but I didn’t get to evaluate that idea and what I would have wanted to say with that.

Like I said, this was pretty much just a fun idea to think about for an evening and I didn’t think of doing anything else with it. Firstly, because I would have to ask permission first, and initiating a conversation is already too much for me! And even if I got the courage and the permission, is not like I had many ideas to work with, or much interest in developing this. For example, I would have needed to write out the exact circumstances of Kel’s death, and decide if going for the easy route or doing something more unique.

So yeah

[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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#5

Daisy [E.J. x Reader

-got some horror coming up in this bitch-

[IIII] -Author Note: ooooh~-

Feelings.

Something I don’t really like expressing, ever. Whenever I had a cut as a kid I didn’t want to bother my parents so I’d suck it up try to get a band-aid. So now when I’m in this circle with a people I don’t know, I’m scared.

I’m in a feel circle. For the next five minutes or so we have to sit and talk about our feelings. Taking turns in a circle. “Y/N” my name is called. “Hm” I hum looking up. “Y/N. . .this is the third time, are you ok?” she asks. “yeah” I mutter. “How do you feel?” she asks. “fine” I mutter. “Y/N could you elaborate please?” she asks. I shake my head and go sit in one of the couches moved to the side. The lady sighs and moves on to the next person.

”You can’t run forever” A voice whispers. Well actually two, The Burrly Twins. I almost jump from my seat. “I can see things others don’t, I can see you running” they say leaning into my face. “We won’t tell anyone, as long as you promise to do what we say”. They’re practically breathing down my neck at this point. “U-um” I glance at McCathe who’s laughing with some kids. “Y/N~” they say in a sing-songy tone. “Rose, Elena! Leave the poor girl alone” the instructor says. My literal saving grace.

Rose and Elena sneer at the poor woman and walk away. I lay there for a moment in shock. Running? Running from what?

The circles break and McCathe saunters over to me. “Sooooo. . .what were you and the Twins talkin’ ‘bout?” she asks. Propping up her elbow on the arm of the couch. “I don’t know, if it was a talk. . .” I mutter. “Don’ worry she does that to all the newcomers. Ya know, threats and stuff”. “Yeah but. . .never mind, it’s fine” I say sitting up. Rubbing my temples with my middle and forefinger. “Well anyway, the rest of the day is free, wanna hang?” McCathe asks. “You mean like suicide or-“, “oh fuck no! I mean like hang out!” McCathe basically screeches. “haha yeah, right”.

Me and McCathe Geeror were more or less friends. I was surprised to find out she was very athletic, I guess I never paid attention to her. She was pretty basic, like her name could be Bethany and some common last name. She had a six pack, and her muscles rippled when she ran around the small track. Her hair was cut short, shoulder length. And she had round brown eyes that look like pure milk chocolate when the light hit them. We sat down in the grass. The sun was setting as we sipped on our water bottles.

“So basically,” I said. “Everybody has caught Roxanne and Michelle kissing?” I ask. “Yessss, there we go, my little gossip student!” McCathe exclaims. “‘Cathe you’re crazy” I mutter. A soft smile gracing my face as she stares down at me in awe. “Well, kinda the reason I’m here sweet pea” she laughs. Laying her head next to mine.

“N/N?”.

“hm?”.

”How ‘bout. . .we check out that forest?”.

9 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Daisy [E.J x Reader]

-chapter one because it doesn’t sit well with me leaving ya’ll with just a prologue-

[I] -author note: The chapters are numbered by Roman Numerals.-

We arrive at the destination.

A tall grey building with a flat roof. Surrounded by trees and trees. Pine and Oak being the prominent tall plants. There’s a woman out front. Her hair neatly tied up in bun, a dead look in her eyes as she stands and waits. How long has she been standing there? It’s in the middle of the night. The lights are on in some rooms up on the top floor. The building is looming and dark and. . . and scary.

I suppose you’d be confused as to why I’m being sent to Rosswells House for the Mentally Ill. (Pronounced: rose-wells. Stupid) Well I beat up this girl, bully. I think she’s still in the hospital. Anyway. It was turning cold, the leaves were already dying. This girl that is- that was in most of my classes (even though it didn’t matter if she wasn’t) made my life living hell. Her name was Annabelle Doobly. (Pronounced: Doo-ble. Stupid)

Tall with wavy blonde hair and and bubblegum pink strands of hair in the front. And she always wore these really tight crop tops with skirts, or shorts on the bottom. I won’t lie, she was hot. Like urban high school Regina George hot. And as much as she was pretty she was evil though. Because one day, on that cursed day, Annabelle The Asshole burned my schoolbooks, along with my homework (that was due that day), backpack, and toiletries. And if you’re wondering: How did she burn that shit without the sprinklers going off? She left her class, broke into my locker and burned it outside (Which is also bad for the environment so double fuck her). I met her in the hall when it was lunchtime. Well didn’t really meet her because I sort of, stomped up like a raging bull. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her down. Holding her down while everyone in school watched because I had nothing left to lose anyway I was gonna fail almost every class in one sitting.

It took one punch and then I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t just fed up with her BS, my parents just went through with divorce, my Aunt (who turned out to be my cousin) died two days ago. It was a lot, and now I hate myself more than I hate Annabelle The Astronomical Dumb Bitch (name created by my classmates) because I was no better than her. I took my feelings, my insecurities out on her. I blacked out. I only came back when three teachers and seven students who didn’t have their phones out pulled me off her. My knuckles were bloody and cut a little and I was still punching where her face would be. That’s when I saw my Mom, angry as fuck.

Anyway. That’s why I’m at Rosswells House for the Mentally Ill. Because I guess in some cases I am.

My mom grabbed my suitcase from the trunk as I reluctantly left the passenger side. It was like she was rushing me to leave, like she didn’t want me here. But I guess I should take in account her cousin dying and Dad filing for divorce. You know because he found another woman who was twenty-five and single like my mom. And you know, maybe she’s like this because I’m leaving. Maybe.

But I guess I’ll never know because by the time I feel like asking she’s driven off and this lady. This pencil thin lady with her dead stare and tight bun, leads me inside the building.

11 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

Daisy [E.J x Reader]

-i’m gonna put a link to chapters and a link to the one on Quotev-

[III] -Author Note: . . .enjoy.-

We go to sit down at table after getting our food. Mashed potatoes, peas or green beans, and what’s supposed to be steak. “. . .and that’s Josh and Amanda” she points discretely. “Hm” I hum. “Are you even listening?” McCathe asks. “Josh. . . Amanda” I mutter poking at my food. “AND Roxanne n’ Michelle who are totally into each other but don’ wanna say nothin’ because their parents are really stric’ Catholics” McCathe blurts out like it’s important. “And like, how the forest her is haunted, but nobody gives a fuck” she whispers. I lean in. “Haunted?” I asks. “Well, less haunted, and more. . . inhabited” she says. Her voice getting lower. “Anybody who’s ever gon’ into the forest has never not came out scared half to death, or, found dead”. McCathe says. Grinning creepily.

“wow” I mutter. “Yeah, it’s crazy” she says. Shoveling a spoon full of mashed potatoes in her mouth. “How come they don’t have breakfast food?” I ask eating some (peas/green beans). “I don’t know, it was like this when I got here” she says messing with her so-called-steak pieces with her spoon.

“I’m not eating this” she says dropping her spoon on her plate. “yeah” I mutter and do the same. The pencil thin lady from before, walks around the cafeteria picking up plates. “who’s she?” I whisper. Nodding my head over in the lady’s direction. “That’s Ms. Posherbumble” McCathe says. “We call her Miss Bumblebee for fun because she’s always hovering” she snickers. Ms. Posherbumble walks over to our table. “It seems you ladies have gotten along well, are you done eating” she says. A sort of, fake looking smile is on her face. She does not pass the vibe check.

“Yeah, we’re done” I say glancing at McCathe to confirm. “Mhm” she hums and nods her head. “Ok then, thank you and head towards the sitting area.” Ms. Posherbumble says gathering our cups and plates and walking off into the kitchen. “She is like a bumblebee” I say laughing lightly. “yeah. . .but anyway we nee’ to go to the sittin’ area”. McCathe says getting up out of her seat. I follow suit and we walk-well I follow her to the sitting room.

McCathe is strange. But she knows things, that might come in handy. And you know, she isn’t so bad.

12 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

Daisy [E.J x Reader]

-lil story from Quotev, I post chapters there first-

[Prologue] -Author note: start of a new series, deleteing some Tumblr posts. . .-

I sat in my garden. Butterflies, mainly Monarch, fluttering from flower to flower. The sun beaming onto my (skin color) skin. I lay there for god knows how long. This would be my calmest moment if it weren’t for my circumstances. The grueling and dark circumstances.

I sit up. Willing myself to hop on my feet. The grass tickling my toes as I walk to the sliding screen door. I open the door and walk inside the house. The aroma of flowers. Lily of the Valley, Hyacinth, and Lavender. My bare feet walk across the polished floorboards. Across the living room to the front door.

Maybe I shouldn’t be this calm?

My mom is sitting on the bench next to the front door. Her face dark and twisted with worry. “I’m ready.” I say. My voice quiet, barely audible. “Y/N you know I love you”. Mom says getting up to try and give me a hug. I take a step back. “Right.”, I respond. My tone cold and slightly harsh. I look away from her. Breaking her heart even more. “You need help, I’m getting you help”. she says her voice cracking, trying not to cry. I ignore her. “I’m getting in the car”. I grab my suitcase and walk out the door. My black suitcase with (favorite animal) stickers all over it bumps up and down over the gravel drive way. The tiny rocks dig into my skin as I walk.

I pop the trunk and press down the handle on my suitcase. Lifting it up and sliding it into the trunk before closing it. I walk around to the side and open the car door. Getting into the passenger side. The stars twinkle, and the moon shines brighter than usual. Illuminating the walk between the front door and the car. My gaze travels up to the porch steps. Expecting my mom to walk out any second.

But she doesn’t. Instead I wait fifteen long minutes. Either she’s punishing me before my “punishment” or she’s crying. I assume number two automatically when she walks out. Eyes puffy and red, nose twitching when she sniffles. Tears still falling out of her eyes every now and again.

Maybe in a different life, a different universe, a different timeline even, I wouldn’t have been sent away.  I wouldn’t be holding back tears. Tears of regret, tears from knowing the only person that took care of me all eighteen years of my life is crying, because I won’t see her again until they deem me stable.

Mom opens the driver door and slides inside. Closing the door with a pull. There’s silence. Suffocating silence, but I don’t want to be the one to break it. “I’m sorry. . .” she whispers. I turn in my seat so I don’t face her. Tears falling down my face. The salty waterfall staining my cheeks. My bottom lip quivering, I sniffle. Loud enough for her to hear and she tries to reach for me but takes her hand away. I shake and shiver as I silently cry.

As my mom, drives me straight to my impending doom.

16 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Growing

TW: Cannabalism

2

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Y/N sat on the couch. Watching TV as usual because Slenderman was busy. Jeff was on the couch also, unusually cheery. Sophia the First started playing. The intro going as usual until Y/N noticed something, Jeff was singing along. “I was girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see”. Y/N hopped off the couch to go sit next to Jeff and sing. And that evening was spent watching Sophia the First, with Jeff.

3

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In a house full of killers. You don’t necessarily have any good role models. Today was a great example.

It was noon, the warm sun a barely shone through the bare weaving tree branches. And drawn sheer curtains. Y/N was hungry. A common predicament when no one wants to take care of a child. Y/n sat there, hangry. Until Eyeless Jack walked in.

Jack, was calm and probably one of the most sensible out of the few she’s met so far. “Jackie!” Y/N exclaimed. Hopping off of the barstool and hugging the tall creature. “I’m hungy“ she whined into his hoodie. “Well, what I’m about to eat you probably shouldn’t“ Jack said. Prying the tiny human off of him. “Pleeaaassseeee” she pleaded with all her might. Puppy dog eye level ten.

”Fine” he sighed in defeat. Jack opened one of the many fridges and pull out a jar. A jar coated in red with organs inside. Y/N had always been fascinated as to why they had all those things in the fridge, she always wanted to try one. Jack, the laughing one, said it tasted almost like candy.

Jack, (no eyes man), opened the jar and the irony scent filled her nose. “It smells. . .” she paused. “Int-Int-teresting, yeah”. She nodded, content with her try at the word and sat back down on the bar stool.

”How do I eat it?” she asked suddenly. Rolling up her sweater sleeves and grabbing a few napkins. “You just grab it, and bite” Jack stated. “ok” Y/N muttered dipping her hands into the cold jar. “oh! It’s cold!” Y/N exclaimed pulling out a kidney hastily. Jack chuckled and pulled one of his own. “And just bite“ Y/N repeated to herself.

She opened her tiny mouth as much as she could and bit down. Blood dripping down the sides of her mouth as she pulled back and chewed. Jack watched her reaction first, surprised she actually went through with it. “mmmmm” Y/N hummed thinking. “7/10, needs salt“. She said hopping off the stool and climbing a counter. ”Dad- Slenderpman said salt is a seasoning, and seasoning makes things taste better so if it‘s gonna be nine or whatever comes after that, salt.”.

Y/N didn’t finish the kidney because mid-way she felt vomit traveling up her throat. Jack with his super speed, got her to a sink in time before her tiny cheeks exploded. Jack groaned, his heightened senses weren’t helping.

Y/N didn’t like the feeling of throwing up but she was gonna eat some more later. No matter what Jack told her.

(shit i did alot)

[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

[dinklebat]

ahem hello gamers it’s that time again

✨ creepypasta incorrect quotes ft. y/n✨ part 12

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Ben: I can’t believe you just ran off on your own like that!

Jeff: Really? What part of it was out of character for me?

Ben: ...fair enough.

-

Slenderman: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Toby:

Masky:

Hoodie:

Everyone Else At Slenderman’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Y/N: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Y/N: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Masky: Wasn't Nina with you?

Nina: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

-

[on the phone]

Y/N: Hello?

Toby: I’m sitting in a pool of blood.

Y/N: Is- is it yours?

Toby: I think so.

Y/N: Where is it coming from?

Toby: Probably the stab wound.

Y/N: Were... were you stabbed!?

Toby: Oh yeah, definitely.

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EJ: I made tea.

Jeff: I don’t want tea..

EJ: I didn’t make you tea. This is my tea.

Jeff: Then why did you tell me??

EJ: It’s a conversation starter.

Jeff: It’s a horrible conversation starter.

EJ: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate!

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Zalgo: I have kidnapped your pet snake, and you won't get it back until you surrender!

Slenderman:

Slenderman: I don't have a pet snake.

Zalgo: Oh.

Zalgo: Hm. Well. In that case, I just broke into your house and removed a snake.

Slenderman: Oh. Okay. Thanks.

Zalgo: You're welcome.

-

Doby, Cody, and Toby: *accidentally sets kitchen on fire*

Toby: WE NEED AN ADULT !

Cody: YOU ARE AN ADULT!

Toby:

Toby: WE NEED AN ADULTIER ADULT!

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Nathan, texting: Quit throwing stones at my window! What do you have a phone for?!

Kagekao, texting back: Shoot, you’re right, my bad.

*THUNK*

Nathan: *opens his window and shouts*

Nathan: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!?

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Slenderman: Uh, so, I bought your soul last week and-

Jeff: No take backs.

Slenderman: Please, it’s making me sad.

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Y/N: If the Moon is made of cheese and Saturn is six, how many pancakes could you eat on Mars?

Toby: Yellow

Y/N: The correct answer is packing peanuts

Toby: Oh I see, because you carry the two and-

Masky: What is wrong with you people?