#jtk universe

[sootrootdoot]

jeff discovers fan fiction lmk if u cant read my hand writing lmfao

ben is like eh its 'fiction' but also because he likes reading them too LMAO

[lycan-hound]

Inmate 1564 “The Carver” Jeffery Abbott.

The Lineart makes me wanna chew on it

[seemslegitflapjacks]

New Jeff HCS Cause IDK What to Even Do With This Dude

WARNING! This list will be discussing topics of child abuse/SA.

As I’ve mentioned previously as a young child he was abused by his parents.

He had behavioral issues and instead of working through them his parents just held him down.

He has chunky belt shaped scars on his wrist from being strapped down to his high chair as a child.

While his mother sought help for her behavior, his father continued.

He was always deemed the evil twin compared to Liu.

Liu was more quiet and reserved, while Jeff spoke for the both of them.

Many described him as disrespectful and mean.

He loves animals.

He used to lease a buckskin quarter horse named Woody from an elderly neighbor.

Jeff competed in reining primarily.

The owner sold the horse later on and Jeff bawled his eyes out over it.

He’s as country as it gonna get.

He has a very deep voice. Which is funny cause he’s like 5’1. He also has a very pronounced southern accent.

In high school he was a cheerleader. He was a flyer and could double as a base or back spot.

He’s muscular and agile, despite his size he can indeed whoop almost anybody’s ass.

His dad was an alcoholic.

Jeff and his dad would constantly fight, even before they moved.

The move made it worse.

They’d get physical, and Jeff would usually wind up taking his dad out back to beat him like a dusty rug.

His father has also shoved him into a counter, busting his eyebrow open and giving Jeff a black eye.

Jeff called social services multiple times. There was an incident where he had gotten beaten so bad there were belt shaped marks running on his legs and back. This was over a bad math grade.

He’s very much a mama’s boy. If you wanna fight him (which I wouldn’t recommend) insult his mother.

He will also fight you if you try his brother. Cause if you’re gonna fight one twin expect the other to roll up.

Lost trust in a lot of authority, especially from male figures.

Jeff’s pretty good at hunting and fishing.

One time he went to Louisiana and a suspicious Cajun man gave him a German shepherd puppy and said to take good care of it.

Yeah that puppy turned out to be Smile,

Except Jeff decided to name him Cujo.

Yeah that dog is ludicrously big but genuinely thinks he’s a lap dog.

He’s not scared of shit and it’s concerning,

Once time a water moccasin hissed at him and this mf slapped it and told it to shut up. The snake listened.

He’s also gone gator hunting before, and dabbled in a bit of catfish noodling.

He loves camping and the outdoors.

He has a nice blue truck he treats like a child. The truck is named Cobalt.

Jeff is also a very good driver.

Jeff has a bunch of funny little pieces of knowledge he’s picked up from doing little odd jobs around town.

Gay as hell.

His awakening was his childhood best friend named Mickey.

Later on when he moved he took interest in Randy.

This messed with him a lot when Randy decided to start shit with him.

Randy found out and outed his ass.

Jeff was promptly had his shit rocked by his dad and was kicked out of his home and forced to figure it the fuck out all on his own.

Part of his dad’s abuse included cutting off most of Jeff’s hair, which reached to his mid-lower back. This completely crushed his self image and confidence.

Lived in his truck for a while, still going to school and working.

Got back on his feet after graduation and enrolled in trade school.

Jeff got a job as a welder and moved back home to Vicksburg, Mississippi.

Moved in to his maternal grandparents house.

One day his dad visited him. It didn’t end well. To this day his body has never been found.

The murder of his father sparked an interest in killing. He felt good for taking evil out of the world, and wanted to do it again.

Under the guise of a reserved, grumpy cowboy he worked as a hitman under the Slenderman.

He’s a good actor, and it’s easy for him to manipulate others. He takes joy in it, none of his victims are innocent.

His victims are all either abusers or rapists that have gotten away with what they’ve done.

[redskies-atnight]

Some sketches

[thegrimdog13]

Hey!I loved your last post and idk if your interest but, what if Jeff and Lius roles were reversed in the story?

I’m alway interested in cool ideas! The last one didn’t really follow my au that much but this one follows it a little closely! BtwI love all these creative ideas that have been coming in! Hope you like it!

•Jeff has always been bullied by people and Liu never stood up for him

•Jeff is still an angry person 

•Jeff Liu fought about how Liu never stands up for him. Liu eventually excepts the fact that he hasn’t been and promises Jeff he will.

•The next time Randy and his goons came around their intent was to hurt Jeff. 

•Liu basically lost his cool and beat the fuck out of all of them. I’m my au Liu was 17 so it makes a little more sense for him to beat up Randy(18),Troy(16), and Keith ( 15).

•When he was focusing on Kieth he heard the sound of a knife and turn around as fast as possible.

•Randy was holding a knife and tackled Liu. Basically saying that he would do worse but he rather Liu live with the reminder that he chose to let him live. 

•Randy cut Liu’s face on either side of his cheeks into a smile. 

•If you don’t know the lore with Randy and cutting smiles in my au. Basically he did it to Jeff’s dog when he killed it. Saying he was happy to be away from him.So basically he puts them on the same level as the dog.

•Randy got off of Liu dropping the knife on the ground with a smile.

•Liu is in shock and he feels tears go down his face 

•Randy’s goons get up slowly and Randy tells them to run. So basically Randy and his goons run away.

•Jeff runs over to Liu and they end up having to go to the hospital.

•Days after the incident Liu decides enough is enough. He wants to kill Randy and his goons. But if his parents are still alive they could catch him sneaking out and tell the police about it when Randy is find dead the next day. It made sense to Liu at the time.

•Liu kills his parents and walks towards Jeff’s room opening the door with a sad sigh.

•Liu woke up Jeff but instead of pressing a knife to Jeff he just tells him to get up.

•When Jeff gets up he sees the blood and he’s in shock.

•Liu basically says you hate Randy as much as me work with me and we can kill him together. 

•In my au this happens but reverse but instead of the other person declining he excepts

•Jeff excepts his offer and they both go to Randy’s house killing Randy and Kieth.( they are siblings in my au) They also kill their parents 

•Nina hears what is happening but lets them be.( she is also Randy and Kieth’s sibling in my au)

•When they leave they we’re going to Troy’s house but Jeff is like ehh he didn’t really do anything let’s just leave him. 

•Basically Liu and Jeff hide in the woods. 

•They follow Smile Dog and end up at an abandoned prison. 

• They join Slenderman together.

[e3rt]

is there any voice claims for you’re jtk rewrite characters?

I hadn’t rlly thought until this ask but these voices are as close to what I picture in my head. It’s very difficult finding voices that mix western accents with non American accents so I did my best haha. I threw in Toby, Jack and Nina because they’re still in universe- even if Toby and Jack aernt in the rewrite and Nina’s only glanced at.

If you guys have suggestions pls let me know!

[480pfootage]

Something I haven't seen talked about a lot in CRP or Slenderverse spaces was the prevalence of fire in relation to the Slenderman (who, for brevity sake, will be referred to as the Operator in this post)..

What really made it click in my head was finally playing the extra level, Nightmare, in Slender: The Arrival (and also my gorgeous @pechadream pointing out the specifics to me ehe..)

Under cut will be a sort of analysis moreso long winded talk on fire in the story of Marble Hornets, JTK, STA, and Toby's...

It is to be noted that Joseph, Troy, and Tim S. all worked on STA -- not sure to what extent, but they are credited. This is important as there are two instances in MH wherein a fire happened. Linking that with the whole "Cleanse with fire" message that STA was going for, it could explain why people like Alex, CR, Toby, or perhaps Tim W. chose the option of burning in an attempt to kill/cover up tracks instead of anything easier.

Talks of purification are laden in this level of STA which reminds me of the biblical motifs of Marble Hornets. The major cleanses with fire in the Bible (Sodom and Gomorrah, Revelations) all refer to God using fire to cleanse a place of its sinners. Alex himself is often seen with stigmata's and imagery of Christ, of a savior; therefore he sees himself doing a favor by not merely attempting to kill Tim (at first at least lol), the root of it all, by typical means, but to purify him in a sense by letting him die by flame. (CR's plan is similar -- basically the same -- to Alex's so I won't talk about him and Kate ;()

Now it's not really confirmed how Tim's psychiatric institute burnt down, but I think it started in his hospital room? Either way, I think it's an interesting link if it was kid Tim who started it: trying to cleanse himself and everyone he affected, but in turn not doing anything useful.

Creepypasta-wise I think it is extra interesting as we never got a reason as to why Toby would choose to light his entire neighborhood on fire. @pechadream pointed it out that the Operator's influence could play into why Toby would do that.. Whether it be as a last ditch effort to cover up his tracks or deluded empathy trying to free everyone (especially his mother) from the Operator's influence.

Now Jeff (talking about Woods here) is a bit more.. farfetched. This is also if he was in the same universe as the Operator. Story goes that he gets set on fire and he comes out fucked up, why the bullies burnt him? Could be related to the Operator could not be. ANYWAYS. Purifying in the Bible is not only limited to fires, of course. I'd like to think of Woods's burning as a sort of baptism for him.. He was born anew and all that and come to think of it this could refer to Toby too

I think what m trying to say is that cleansing with fire should be explored more when talking about slender.. okay thanks

[builtbybrokenbells]

Melodic Memories | JTK | Prologue

In a tattered old box shoved deep down in the corner of an overfilled closet, a lifetimes worth of memories lie dormant at the bottom waiting to be rediscovered.

Masterlist

Playlist: Apple Music | Spotify

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: breakups, feelings of sadness, crying, high school relationships, angst, fluff, sorry if i miss any!

welcome to the show, everyone 😁 glad to be back with another Jake fic. as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! (this has been sitting in my drafts for SO long)

August, 2014

“Eight songs, Y/N. I sat there for hours, listening to as much music as I could. I sorted through my dad’s old vinyl records, and all of the CD’s Josh and I could find in the house. I searched for lyrics on the internet, I even asked my mom if she had any ideas.” Jake explained, taking a step closer to you. There was a small plastic case in one of his hands, a bushel of hand picked wildflowers in his other, and a look in his eyes that made your heart ache with all of the pain you had been holding back. “This is it; eight songs that tell you exactly how I feel about you. Four that tell you how much I love you, and four that tell you everything you need to know about how I feel about you leaving.”

“Jake,” you whispered, your lips pressed together tightly as the corners of your mouth dipped down into a frown. Your eyes were shining under the warm yellow hue of the ceiling light, the threat of unshed tears growing more imminent with each second that passed. The walls of your childhood bedroom were familiar, but completely different all at the same time. Years worth of cherished memories flashed before your eyes as the boy stood before you amongst half-filled boxes and your torn-apart closet.

“No,” he cut you off, shaking his head so you could not speak any further.

His hair was long, moving against his skin with each turn of his head. It reached the middle of his neck now, and it would only get longer as he continued to grow it out. You couldn’t help but feel that the long hair suited him best, that it brought out the beauty of his face even more than it already did on its own. He’d been talking about it for so long that you could already picture what it would look like on him. You were sad that you would not be able to see it when his mission was complete and the ends of his hair tickled the underside of his shoulder blades.

No, you were sad that you would miss any stage of Jake’s life, devastated that there would be any version of him you were unfamiliar with.

The sweatshirt he was wearing was heartbreaking all on its own; you bought it for him months prior on your three day trip to tour the university you were now preparing to attend. There were bags under his eyes, showing his exhaustion and discomfort with the current arrangement the two of you found yourselves in. His eyes themselves were bloodshot, and worse than that, they were sad. You hated seeing anything less than joy written in his features, because he was a boy deserving of things that were only ever good.

Right now, you knew that what you were doing to him was anything but good, and it was fucking killing you.

You only ever wanted to be the reason for the smile on his face, and now you were the source of his misery; you loved him so utterly and deeply that you turned into the very thing that hurt him.

“You said you didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be, but it’s going to fucking suck no matter how we do things. I can’t let you leave without telling you—“ he cut himself off, clearing his throat as his gaze flickered to the floor. There were tears glistening in his eyes, too, but he was much more afraid to show them than you were. “I can’t let you go unless I know that you know how much you mean to me.”

“It is hard, Jake. This is the hardest thing I have ever done.” You confessed, sniffling away your sadness as you tried to cement the memory of his face in your brain forever. He was beautiful, and he always had been. His warm eyes spoke love without him ever opening his mouth, and his smile was the only thing that could brighten the darkest of days.

“The whole distance thing is stupid, and I don’t like it. We’ve been together for three years, and I can’t sit at home and act like you don’t mean anything to me.” His words were equal to a stab in the stomach.

You did not intend to hurt him when you suggested taking some time away from each other. You thought it would be easier, that it would make your departure less painful as you both came to terms with the fact you would be leaving him behind, but so far it had been nothing but horrendous. You stayed up every night, staring at the ceiling as you remembered what it felt like to lay next to him. You listened to new music, hoping it would make you feel something other than sadness, but the emotion that plagued you grew tenfold when you realized you had no one to share it with. You checked your phone constantly, hoping to see his name grace your screen, only to find that he was too good at respecting your wishes.

Jake was your boyfriend, and it had been that way for a long time, but he was so much more than just that. He was your best friend, your confidant and the very thing you knew you could lean on in times that were tougher than usual. He was your light in darkness, and he was everything you ever needed all at once. Jake was the whole world, and in that moment, he was yours. As of late, you felt more stupid than ever before, unable to forgive yourself for letting him go. He loved you through the awkwardness of growing into a teenager, and he loved you through the usual triumphs and disasters of high school. He loved you when you thought no one else could, and he did it so well that you had no idea what to expect now that he was not going to be yours anymore.

He stood before you, freshly eighteen with a new found freedom in life. You were just shy of the same age, but the freedom you found did not feel very special at all. You expected your high school graduation to be sweet, exciting and fun, but so far it brought you nothing but turmoil. You scored top of your class and had people throwing scholarships in your face. As much as you wanted to enjoy it, you couldn’t seem to find any joy in the experience. You tried to blame it on your nerves as you spent the summer preparing to drive states away to attend a university that you had only visited once, but you knew it had nothing to do with that. You were thrilled to continue your studies, to pursue something that you had spent your life dreaming about. You were excited to meet people, to grow into the person you were always meant to be.

It was not the school that made your stomach twist with nerves, but the knowledge Jake would not be coming with you. It was the knowledge that after three years, you would have to learn to live without him by your side, and worst of all, you had to digest the fact that he would move on. In due time, his heart and the love he once gave to you would be someone else’s, and he would be happy again, without ever having a second thought about you.

No matter where Jake went, you knew he would flourish, that he would find someone that would love him just as much, if not more, than you loved him.

That thought was comforting as much as it was gut wrenching. Jake deserved to be loved, but you wished you were the person who could love him the way he deserved.

What hurt just a little worse than that was the passing thought that you would never find someone who would love you the way Jake loved you.

You had done everything with him up until two weeks prior, when you pleaded with him to give you some space so you could grieve the fact your relationship would be coming to an end. You did not cut off contact completely, and in that time, you had called him almost daily and payed short visits to his house every now and again. You wanted it to make you feel better, but all it did was make the ache of missing him grow even larger despite him still being there when you needed him. You knew that when you got in your car the next morning, it would be the definite end of the two of you, but it did not mean you were happy, and you were certainly not okay with it.

If missing him while he was still beside you hurt achingly bad, you could not imagine the pain that would come as you drove away from the only thing you ever wanted to have.

The two of you discussed the topic heavily over the last few months, finding yourselves in a great debate of whether long distance would work for the two of you. Eventually, after many tears and lots of sad, sleepless nights, the two of you decided that it would be best to let the loving relationship you had created remain a memory. He didn’t want you worrying about him while you were focusing on your studies, and you didn’t want to tie him down while he tried to make his own life at home.

Although the two of you agreed on the terms, it hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You whispered, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to express your remorse. “I didn’t know how else to deal with it.”

“Just listen to what I have to say, and then you can deal with it however you want.” He tried again, still staying strong despite the pain growing larger in his heart.

“Okay.” You whispered, giving a slight nod as you stepped back and took a seat on the edge of your bed. He followed suit, stopping by your dresser to place the sparse bushel of wildflowers down as he approached you.

He took a seat beside you, extending his arm for you to take the CD. Slowly, you grabbed it from his hands, a slight shake to your fingers as they clasped around the cool, hard plastic. You looked down at the white surface through the clear cover, feeling the first tear fall from your eye. In the familiar, scribbled handwriting, a love note more romantic than any other littered the surface of the CD.

‘I can’t tell you how I feel, so I’ll let the songs say it instead. All my love, Jake ᥫ᭡’

“Wild Horses, Rolling Stones.” He started, watching your face as he spoke. “You told me when we started dating that your dad used to sing it to your mom, and you thought it was the most romantic song in the world until they got divorced. You said that you hated it, and you would never be able to listen to it again, and I could tell that you were so sad about it. So, I sang it to you. I wanted to turn it back into a good memory. I learned the chords and I used my dads old acoustic guitar, and I was fucking terrified, Y/N. It was the first song I ever played for you, and you told me that nobody had ever done anything so nice for you before.”

“‘Cause nobody ever had.” You said, the sentiment still remaining true to this day.

“Wonderful Tonight, by Eric Clapton.” He continued, knowing his time was running short. The evening was darkening into night, and he wasn’t keen on spending your last bit of time together solely talking. “We slow danced in the kitchen to that song, ‘cause I told you I didn’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to embarrass myself at prom. You let me pick the song and then you taught me how, and I think of you every time I hear it.”

The memory was as beautiful as the song was, and you felt another tear fall at the explanation. You had no idea how you were going to let him go, and no desire to do it, anyway, even if you knew it was for the best.

“I need you, Lynyrd Skynyrd. Pretty self explanatory.” He let out a small chuckle, which you joined in on. “The Air That I Breathe, The Hollies.” He jumped straight to the next track. “Listen to the words, and you’ll get it.”

“Jake, this is too much.” You took in a shaky breath, swiping tears away from your cheeks.

“No, Y/N. It’s not enough.” He corrected. “You deserve the whole world, and I wish I could give it to you.”

“You’re not making this any easier.” You forced a smile on your face, your cheeks damp with your own misery. He reached out, swiping away the tears as they fell, hoping that by some stroke of luck, he would still be yours even long after you had gone.

“It was never going to be easy, beautiful.” He finally said the words he’d been holding back the whole time. He had tried his hardest to convince you that it would be okay, hoping that in turn, he would convince himself, too. Now that he was sitting beside you, still just as sad, he knew easy was subject, and only time would heal the wounds that were created that night. “If You Gotta Go, Go Now, by Dylan.”

“Or Else You Gotta Stay All Night.” Your lips turned upwards into a small smile. It wouldn’t be from Jake had there not been at least one Dylan song on the track.

“Exactly.” He nodded. “Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers, cause I know it’s gonna be pretty dark for a while after you leave, Sunshine.”

“Don’t say that.” You said, feeling your stomach twist with remorse.

“It’s true.” He argued. “Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, ‘cause maybe it’s just the time that’s not right for us.” His voice was quiet, cracking as he forced the words out, like he was fearful to get an unwanted answer to his rhetoric. “Maybe in the future, the time will be right, and we can try again.”

“God, I hope so.” You confessed, the tears making a rapid return. The more he spoke, the more real the entire thing felt. For years, you had brushed the topic off, forcing yourself to believe that senior year and university was so far away, but now that it was staring you in the face, making it impossible to see past it, you realized the time had flew by like nothing at all. You didn’t want to leave him, because he was the only thing you ever wanted. The idea of having him again in the future made the ache ease ever so slightly, but knowing that the whole middle part would suck made the relief insignificant.

“And the last one is We’ve Got Tonight by Bob Segar, ‘cause we do, sunshine. We have one more night to love each other, and I’ll be damned if I waste it. So here I am, with eight songs and some flowers that I found in my backyard, asking you if you’ll let me love you until you leave tomorrow. It doesn’t have to hurt right now, and we don’t have to let it hurt worse than it has to.”

“Okay,” you breathed, little argument left in you. If he wanted to love you, you weren’t stupid enough to turn him away. Tomorrow, when the sun rose in the sky, illuminating the mistakes you made and highlighting your successes, you would deal with the inevitable disappointment that came along with losing him, but you didn’t have to start yet. At that moment, you still had him, and you wanted to savour the feeling of Jake Kiszka being yours for as long as you could.

“Okay?” He asked, almost shocked at your lack of rebuttal.

“Okay, Jake. We’ve got tonight, so let’s make it last.”

[nachosforfree]

I read somewhere that the original creator of JTK (i almost spelled "jfk" lmao) has no problems with people creating their own interps/versions of Jeff. And ever since then I've personally held it canon that they're all living in the same universe. So you've got slender's mansion which is relatively tame for a house full of serial killers and then in the like "servants quarters" offshoot house is just all the Jeffs living in essentially the world's worst frathouse. You have an uwu anime twink 16yo who's obsessed with some random girl constantly having beef with a 30yo man who literally has no eyelids anymore. It's a beautiful image

Jeff the Killer: into the jeffverse

[kiki-mimi222222222]

FALSE JEFF THE KILLER

False Jeff the killer is a creepypasta concept, where "False body" was created as an ultimate punishment for Jeff the killer for all crimes, he had committed. In any timeline, in any universe False body hunts down Jeff the killer (any version, that exists today), destroys his body except his head and place his head on its neck. Jeff, however, will be alive and will be conscious until his head is not fully withered (the process happens one century minimum) causing him ultimate suffering. False body doesn't seem to be sentient and follows only one purpose - destroy all Jeffs the killers in the whole universe.

Trivia:

It's unknown and never will be revealed, who created/summoned False body - Zalgo, Slenderman, another God-like cryptid, or Jane the killer (Richardson) prayed to Lord so hard, that God heard her at last. But Jeff did something really bad and unforgivable, if even his alternative versions have to suffer.

False Body has a lot of spikes and razors, because it was designed by its creator to annihilate Jeff's body as fast as it possible, since Jeff is handy with sharp weapons and is tenacious prick.

False body itself is harmless and won't try to kill you (as long as you are NOT Jeff the killer), but sometimes Jeff can take the control over False body and attack you, then rip your head off to replace it with his, so he could try to use your body as his own (always failed).

So it's better to go away, if you see False body with Jeff's head.

You can hear False Jeff the killer suffocating, coughing, gargling, vomiting, wheezing, and whispering "Put me to sleep".

False Jeff the killer can't scream, or rather human can't hear it, but some animals, like, dog, can. So if your dog is barking and feeling nervous - take a look around for your safety.

No one knows, how False body's face/head looks like, but who saw that (including Jeff), immediately felt themselves bad on physical level.

But its head has tendrils to place Jeff the killer's head.

False body walks with its hands, like a gorilla.

Yet you will never see its legs.

(that's all, folks - happy Upcoming Halloween. Feel free to fanart False Jeff the killer, but don't forget to credit me as a creator of that version of JTK)

[subaru-s-pg-diary]

JTK lore/story idea

The Born of science: Jane the killer story did happen, it's just that the protagonist wasn't actually Jane, but Nina.

The idea that it was Jane was just word of mouth by people who noticed Nina (the weird, loner, emo girl) was missing, but were still freaked out by the girl. So they made up a story about how a girl (Who's name was later turned from Nina to Jane) was stolen by the government and filled with "Liquid hate", as they would call it, to hunt down Jeff.

And the irl story (Born of science) was just a version of that story giving us a look into the world. A set piece, written by an in universe character.

Except, Nina WAS abducted by the government bc she had a gift... Hacking skills, with which she found out about Jeff through literally hacking the government, causing her obessesion with him.

Now, this is where my idea takes a turn. When she is found out, she get's abducted, and is exposed to Pavlovian torture methods (The "liquid hate") making her a loose cannon, confused, depressed and even more obsessed with Jeff. Making her, well, her. The Nina we all know and love to hate.

[lycan-hound]

Original designs for The Savior and Jeffery!

Its no secret to the “viewers” who the Savior (slenderman) really is. Its just in the story the rest of the characters don’t find out until later. The twist character that wont be revealed yet is WAY cooler than P.J (the founder of The Underground) being The Savior! But I thought I’d share their original character sheets! For funsies! (Current designs below!)

OUGH THEY’RE SO COOL 😩

[seemslegitflapjacks]

Old man Jeff back at it again befriending the cryptids and just keeping them as pets.

[spark-my-nature]

Take Your Mind Off It - JTK

Happiest of Jacob Thomas Thursdays to those who celebrate! This is for the girlies (GN) this midterm season, who just want to blow a guitarist off steam.

Words: 4.3K

Summary: Jake can be a great study buddy, when he lets you get your way.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Oral (m receiving, f very briefly receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, swearing, dirty talk, dorm rooms (that deserves a warning *shudder*), sweet boy Jake

Jake was being mean. 

Not in the way that you wanted him to be, that’s for sure. And he knew it, because he was taking infuriating pleasure in your pouting. You were ironically fueling his smug little power trip from your place at university supplied desk, huffing out a frustrated breath every few minutes and shooting kicked puppy glances his way. Apparently you’d underestimated his stubborn streak, because you may as well have been invisible. The only acknowledgement he’d given of your displeasure was the faint, cocky smirk teasing at his lips. 

You would know, you were staring at them intensely enough. 

His eyes lifted from his book, having apparently sensed your heated stare, and he met your gaze for the first time in nearly twenty minutes. You gave him a hopeful smile, only for him to nod towards the open textbook in front of you with a knowing smirk, and a shake of his head. 

You groaned under your breath, letting your face fall into the blurry images and words with a soft smack.

Jake chuckled across the room, "So dramatic."

You mumbled into the pages, “If you won’t pay any attention to me, then shut up.” 

He snorted, letting his book snap shut, piquing your interest as you rose out of your slumped forward position. “Don’t be such a baby, you need to study. Your final is in-” he grabbed his phone, “-two days, nine hours and thirty-five minutes.” 

You gaped at him, “You started a countdown?” He snickered as you groaned again, dragging your hands down your face. “I can’t even make out words anymore, they’re all blurry,” you whined dejectedly, glaring at your book as though it had personally signed you up for the class. And insulted your mother. 

You turned your body in your chair to face your boyfriend, tipping your chair back, and you gave him a playfully suggestive look as you rested your chin on your arms. “I just need a break, Jakey,” you told him, softly cooing in your best-behaved voice.

He raised an unimpressed but amused eyebrow at you. Rising from your bed, he reminded you as he casually walked over, “What did I say?”

You shamelessly ate up the effortless swagger in his step, smirking as you mentally undressed him. He stopped behind you, standing over your chair, leaning his hands on the backrest and peering down at your upside down face. 

You blinked up at him demurely, puckering your lips in a silent request for a kiss. He leaned down slowly, hovering his face over yours. 

“I told you to get back to work, you little brat.” 

Without another word, he straightened and marched back to your single dorm bed. 

You couldn’t stop the aggravating, high-pitched whine, “Maybe if my boyfriend wasn’t so fucking mean, I could focus. I’ve been studying for hours, I just want a break. You won’t even kiss me,” your voice trailing off softly, revealing the actual, slightly dejected truth behind your pouting. 

Jake turned around, ready to put you in your place. But, scanning your form as it slumped over again, he realised you seemed genuinely put-out. His face softened, and he stepped back towards you.

“Oh, honey, I’m only trying to help you-“ He reached to cup your cheek but you dodged his hand, refusing to meet his gaze. Your arms crossed over your chest as your eyes cast down at the brick wall of your room.

From the corner of your eye, his body stiffens, and he took a step back, leaning back on his leg and crossing his arms. With a disapproving, mock click of his tongue, his tone shifted. 

“Don’t you catch an attitude with me, little girl.” His authority washed over you in a rush of heat, his teeth grit. 

Too caught up in your attitude to back down, you rolled your eyes. “Or what? You’ll ignore me some more?”

Jake took a slow inhale through his nose, straightening up and towering over you from your seated position. “Up,” he commanded, gripping the back of your chair, ready to pull it out for you.

You shot him a displeased look, sassing him, “What’s the magic word?” 

His eyes darkened, and he ripped the chair back, causing you to stumble to your feet. “What the fuck, Jake-“ 

Fingers wrapped around the front of your throat before you could finish telling him off. His face suddenly overwhelmed your sightline, and your eyes met his challenging ones. You were momentarily distracted by the gorgeous golden brown irises that stared unblinkingly down at you. 

His words puffed gently against your lips as he spoke down his nose to you. “You wanna lose the attitude and try that again?” 

His voice was deceptively soft, coupled with the subtle flex of fingers around your neck, a quiet warning. 

You swallowed, and his eyes flicked down to where his hand rested, the smallest smirk playing at his lips.

You sighed in frustration. “Let me take a break, baby, please?” you softly asked. He raised an eyebrow, and before he could answer you, you continued. “I need to get my mind off this shit for a while. Feel like my brain is melting,” you mumbled. 

His hand slipped around to the back of your neck, eyeing your lips as his resolve weakened, and finally he pulled your head forward into a soft kiss. You whimpered quietly in relief, and he smiled fondly against your lips. You didn’t let him get very far when he began to pull away, chasing his lips and shooting your hands up to slip into his soft hair. He chuckled against your lips in smug surprise, his other hand resting on your waist. The hand on your neck slipped into your hair, and after a moment of letting you kiss him, he gripped your hair and pulled away gently. 

“Eager little thing,” he smiled affectionately, running his thumb over your hip. “You need a distraction, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you peered up at him under your lashes, jutting out your bottom lip. His eyes flicked down to it and he brought his hand up, tipping up your jaw with the side of one curled finger. 

Without another word, he turned, marching over to your bed and flopping on his back into your comforter. He looked over at you with a playful smirk, patting the space beside him. 

You eagerly smiled, practically diving into his open arm. He let out a fond chuckle, looking down at your sparkling eyes, peering up at him so sweetly. “Cute.”

“Says you,” you mumbled shyly, lining his jaw with tender kisses. His arm circled around your shoulders tighter, nuzzling the top of your head. A little smile crossed his lips as he inhaled your sweet shampoo. 

“Now, I believe a distraction was mentioned?” you reminded with a smile, hopefully gazing up at him as you playfully poked his ribs.

He wiggled away from your finger with a smirk, nodding. “Mhm. M’ gonna read to you, and you’re gonna lie here, all sweet and pretty for me. Aren’t you, pretty baby?” He quirked an eyebrow, smirking in that knee-buckling cocky way that only he could, and picked up his abandoned novel by the pillow. Conveniently ignoring your flabbergasted, sputtering protest, he cleared his throat as he opened to the right page. 

You huffed petulantly, laying your face in the warm, tempting cavern of his neck. His voice began reading from the page, rumbling in your ear through his delicate throat. Your brow furrowed, frustrated, and you kissed his neck gently, barely grazing your tongue over the skin. Jake’s only acknowledgement was the way he sighed out part of his sentence. Encouraged, you carefully tugged the skin between your teeth, then soothing the nip with your lips in pillowy wet kisses. Your boyfriend’s breathing stuttered above you, and he momentarily paused his reading. 

“Behave.” His single command gave away his weakening defense, almost as much as the quickening pulse under your mouth. You simply smirked into his neck, trailing your kisses in the most innocent trail down his collarbones. 

Jake let the novel fall to his side, and lifted himself onto his elbows once you were lowered off his arm. “You have any idea how frustrating you are?” He huffed. 

You fluttered your eyes up to his, slowly pulling his shirt hem up to your lips, exposing his perfectly soft abdomen for you to lick and kiss across. Holding his flustered gaze, you hummed inquisitively. He swallowed, reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear as you flicked your tongue over his nipple. 

“You act like such a fucking brat… and all you gotta do is give me those pretty little doe eyes, and I just give you whatever you want.” He shook his head as he watched your lips worship his skin lower and lower. 

You licked up the faint treasure trail beneath his navel, humming contentedly, before pulling your mouth away just to answer him. “Can’t help it babe, I fucking crave you,” you smoldered up at him, rubbing your hand over his tummy lovingly. 

He let his head tip back momentarily as your fingers slowly flicked open his jeans, drawing the zipper down. “Me? Or my cock?” He smirked up at the ceiling.

You giggled, tugging at his belt loops despite your blush. “All of you, babe. Always. You ever look in a mirror?” You kisses his tummy softly, trailing your lips lazily over to his hip bone. “You’ve ruined me, Jake.”

He lifted his head, smiling down at you, almost shyly. “Yeah? You hooked on me, baby?” He teased. 

You nodded, humming affirmatively and furrowing your brow a bit, biting your lip. “Like an addiction.” Your fingers finally wiggled his jeans down over his ass, and you began pulling them down his thighs. 

He was starting to strain against his tight black briefs, and he sighed in relief.

You looked up at him with a satisfied smirk. “I think you want this just as bad.” He wiggled his brows at you in response, biting his lip as he pressed his hips slightly upward. You rested your chin against the flat expanse above his erection, giggling softly and feeling his hardening cock twitch against your throat from the vibration. He watched your hands flatten and slide up his bare thighs, gently kneading the muscle. Tucking your chin down, you kissed down his belly, finally lightly pressing your lips to the tip of his covered bulge. 

Jake huffed softly, his chest beginning to rise and fall faster. “C’mon babe, take it out, be sweet to it,” he breathily encouraged. You bit your lip, smiling at his impatience. 

Wordlessly, you began palming him, your eyelids drooping in desire from the feeling of his rock hard, hot dick under your hand.

 Jake bit his lip hard, stifling a soft whimper. “You disobedient little thing,” fake exasperation oozing from his tone. “You wanted to play with my cock so bad, fucking do it.”

You whimpered softly at his words, tucking your two pointer fingers under his elastic band and lifting it up, watching his face as you slowly drug it down over his length. His breathing stuttered, still leaned up on his elbows to watch you. 

“Fuck Jake,” you breathlessly muttered, admiring his length, arched up and resting under his navel. You'd never get over him, your heart pounding with desire every time you laid eyes on him. You leaned down, inhaling his scent as you kissed feather-light pecks one by one from his base to the delicate underside of his tip. You earned a soft gasp from him then, as your tongue slipped over his frenulum. 

“Mmm,” he breathed, licking his bottom lip as he watched you closely. “That’s my good girl.” He lovingly pet your hair, and you noticed the tell-tale quiver in his hand, betraying his fight for self-control. 

You lazily lapped at the hot skin, kissing and gently sucking in no particular fashion, enjoying his quiet grunts and praises. When your tongue flattened along his soft head, he inhaled sharply through his nose, leaning his head back and exhaling a soft, “Fuuuuck…” 

You could feel your own hot arousal accumulating between your legs, all the evidence Jake would ever need for how deeply you enjoyed pleasing him. Raising up on your hands and knees, Jake shifted instinctively with you as you crawled up slightly, curling your legs up by his shoulder and laying your head in his lap, his soft warm thighs cushioning your neck. He bit his lip hard, the sight of your innocent gaze from his lap making his cock ache. 

“Jesus christ babe…" he swallowed, "Settled in down there?” He smirked, the expression on his face just this side of dazed. “Getting all comfy to suck me off?” 

You nodded demurely, bringing your hand up and wrapping your fingers around the middle of his length. He watched with his lips parted as you began gently stroking him, languidly pulling and squeezing on him. His knee twitched behind your ear. Looking up at him proudly and knowingly, you held eyecontact as you brought his cock down in front of your lips. His brow furrowed, and he pet your hair softly, ever so lightly pushing your head forward. You smirked, nuzzling your head back into his hand in a sweet but defiant way. 

Your hand lazily stroked and twisted around his tip, and you parted your lips, allowing him to feel the soft warm puffs of breath on his tip, so tantalisingly close to your mouth. 

“C'mon, pretty baby, lemme feel that smart mouth, yeah? Wrap those lips around me, please… fuck,” he panted, lightly pushing his hips upward. 

His lips twitched upwards at your innocent little giggle, knowing damn well how you loved teasing him. Finally you gave in, welcoming his head into your mouth and licking your tongue around it. 

He rewarded you with a groan of relief. “Fuck, yes-“ He hissed as you sucked rhythmically, moving your jaw around him. His eyes never left your face, and you felt him twitch again in the warmth of your mouth. You fluttered your eyelashes, peering up at him, doe-eyed with his cock between your lips. 

“So fucking sweet, aren’t you? You love this cock in your mouth?” You furrowed your brow and nodded around him, moaning softly, and he let out a strained groan. “Yeah you do… s’all you needed to fix that bratty attitude, isn’t it?” His hand tangled in the back of your hair, and he pushed his hips into your mouth a little more. Your eyes fluttered shut, concentrating both on not gagging and on the addicting taste and weight of his girthy cock. You felt his tip nudging the back of your tongue, swallowing around him and reveling in his quivering moan. 

Pulling off him for air, you stroked his length. “You ever want me to shut up, this is how you do it,” you chuckled breathlessly, giving him a saucy smirk before envelloping him in your mouth again.

He let his head fall back for a moment, then rolled his neck to face you, leaning his head on his shoulder. “Oh fuck- noted,” he gasped, rolling his pelvis upwards, sending his cock into your throat. You whined into him, tears forming in your eyes.

You nestled back into his lap, stroking the base of him as you lazily suckled on his head. Your eyes shut, you just listened to his gasps and moans as you pleasured him, savouring his salty taste on your tongue. 

His hand slipped from your hair to cup your jaw, stretched over his thick cock. His thumb stroked your cheek as his tip rhythmically poked up into it as you sucked him. He groaned as he spotted a trail of spit falling from your plush lips. His mind was completely overtaken by the thought of you drooling over his cock, the steady nudge of his cock against his thumb through your cheek.

“Look at you, baby… my pretty, slutty little baby, latched onto my cock like a fuckin’ pacifier. You like suckin’ on it?” He rasped, voice shaky and dark. You whined pathetically, nodding around him. He chuckled devillishly. “Yeah? S’my cock keeping that smart little mouth busy?”

 You pulled off him just long enough to hover your mouth above him, pooling some spit on your tongue and letting it fall over his dick. You looked up at him, spreading your spit over him with your fist as he watched, his jaw hung loosely in arousal.

“You fill my mouth so good, Jakey,” you told him, eyes desperately roaming his flushed face. “Fill up my pussy too?” His eyes raised from your hand to your eyes, then down to your lips. He dove forward and feverishly kissed your swollen lips, both of you moaning into each others’ searching mouths. 

He pulled you over him as he leaned back, gripping your hips tightly and straddling you over his lap. You whined against his lips, struggling to wiggle out of your shirt. You sat up over his lap, pulling it over your head with an aggravated huff.

Leaning down into his needy hands, moaning as they cupped and squeezed your boobs, you ground your hips up his length, your soaked panties the only barrier covering your pussy. He took your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging and rolling them to hear your choked gasp. You cupped his cheeks with both shaky hands, and you spoke directly to his face. “Fuck me stupid Jake, please, fuck me, don’t wanna remember that stupid textbook, don’t wanna remember my own fuckin’ name, just fuck it all out of me.” You crashed your lips against his, his stunned face catching up and kissing you back hungrily. His tongue licked up behind your top teeth, easily dominating your mouth before growling darkly.

“Desperate, aren’t you, sweet girl? Fucking begging me,” he goaded, bucking up into your heat. He reached between your bodies, grabbing the front of your little cotton panties. He watched your face, running his tongue over his front teeth as he pulled the fabric up between your pussy lips. Your jaw fell open in a gutteral whimper, your hands coming to rest on his chest as he wedgied your panties around your clit. 

“Jake,” you cried weakly, grinding your soft outer labia along his cock, resting achingly hard against his stomach. 

His fist tightened around your panties, a sneering smirk on his lips. “May as well not be wearing any panties, the way you’ve soaked right through them. Shameless little whore,” He accented with a deep grind of his hips combined with an upward tug of your panties against your clit. "So fuckin' hot," he breathed.

You cried out, nails sinking slightly into his pecs. Your head hung pathetically, and you nodded. “Yes,” you simpered, “Need your cock, please… God, please fuck me,” you begged hoarsely. 

He let out a deep breath and lifted your hips with his rough hands. Together, you managed to wiggle out of your underwear, and as you settled back over his cock, his hands gripped your ass tightly, rolling your dripping cunt over his erection. Without the cotton barrier, you slipped obscenely along his length, and two feral moans simultaneously echoed through the room. 

“Fuck… no more teasing, gotta be inside, need to fuck you, like, yesterday” he murmured, perhaps just to himself as he reached down, grabbing his length and holding it up at your entrance. 

His tip parted your pussy lips, slowly getting enveloped in your silky heat as you lowered down, a long drawn out whine escaping your throat as you took him to the base. Jake panted through gritted teeth, fighting his body’s urge to cum already. “So fucking hot, so tight and wet, fuck me-“ he hissed, bucking up into you as you rose slightly and lowered again. You gripped his shoulders, leaning forward slightly and rolling your hips, dragging your clit against his pubic hair. Jake watched in fucked-out admiration as your eyes rolled back, a little relieved and dazed smile playing at your lips. 

“Mmmmm… my god Jakey…” Each syllable barely articulated amidst the desperation coursing through your veins. Grinding your hips against his steadily, you focused on the rocky slip of his veiny cock between your walls as you rode him. 

Forcing your eyes open, you focused on his blissful expression beneath you, his hands squeezing your hips and urging you faster. You straightened up, bouncing more insistently on his lap, and his jaw dropped open, his brows tipping up in the centre of his forehead.

“Ohhh fuck yes… uhh- you fuck me so good, baby,” he breathed encouragingly, fighting to keep his eyes open. 

You moaned loudly as his thumb found your clit, slippery flicks over your sensitive nub. “M’ gonna cum, Jake… Oh fuck, I’m gonna-“ 

You were interrupted by his rough grip raising you off his cock. With a forlorn whine of frustration, you looked up at him. 

"Not just yet." He breathlessly helped you stand up, and led you over to your desk. You gasped as he slid his forearm across the surface, sending your textbook and pencils flying to the floor. He grabbed your hand, spinning you towards his body and kissing you deeply. With a slap to your ass, he spun you again, pushing you forward over the edge of the desk. Face pressed against the wood, you let out a desperate cry as he quickly entered you from behind. 

“Oh my god-“ you helplessly sobbed, your arms resting under your head as his hips picked up, smacking into your thighs and ass. Jake held one hand on your hip, pulling you back towards him to meet his thrusts, and the other ran up your back to bundle up your hair in his fist. He tugged your face up slightly, smacking your ass with his other hand before returning it to squeeze your hip. 

“What were you studying, baby? Can you tell me?” He growled, his voice deepened into that register that only made an appearance in moments like this. 

You shook your head against his hand in your hair, letting out jerky segments of a moan with each slam of his hips. “C-can’t, don’t remember,” you slurred, nails scratching at the surface of your desk. Jake smirked down at you, fighting to keep his hips steady. 

He paused his thrusts, slipping out unintentionally with a shuddery gasp. He released your hair to wrap around your thigh, bending your leg up and setting your knee beside you atop the desk. Spread out to his wild, hungry gaze, he knelt down quickly, licking up your drenched pussy. You hoarsely groaned his name, egging him on. He sucked your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it a few times, before releasing you. He spit directly over your entrance, rising to his feet, then his hand quickly smacked over your clit. You gasped, moaning into the desk. “Put it back in, please,” you begged weakly. Jake looked up at your face, pressed into the desk bonelessly, and he chuckled darkly at how you’d come apart for him. 

Grabbing his cock, he jerked himself a few times, then thrusted into you smoothly once more. His eyes rolled back into his head at your fucked out cry, immediately resuming his brisk pace. 

Pure animal instinct took over his body, humping you relentlessly over your cute little desk. “Fucking Christ, baby, feel so good,” he groaned, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His hands planted firmly, low on your hips, he gripped you tightly, slamming you back into his hips as he fucked into you. Filthy wet smacks cut through your shared moans, and in moments, Jake felt you clenching around him again. 

“You gonna make a mess all over my cock baby?” He egged, grabbing a fistful of your ass and smacking it. “Gonna cum all wet and tight around me? Gonna be a good little toy for me?” 

You nodded, incomprehensibly slurring affirmatives into the tabletop. Jakes hand snaked its way under the leg you had hitched up on the desk, frantically rubbing over your slick clit alongside his rabidly pounding cock. 

Your nails drug aimlessly over the desk, choking out, “Jakey…” His tip drug over your inner walls deliciously, pushing you the final distance to the other side of your orgasm. With a raspy groan, he followed seconds later, driving himself deep into you as his cock twitched and leaked inside. Your spasming walls made his hips stutter, and he let out the most adorable fucked-out whimper that he’d never admit to in the light of day. 

As you panted against the desk, Jake peeled his body away from yours, making you shiver as the cool air met your sweaty back. You caught your breath, slowly standing up as Jake grabbed a fistful of tissues from the shelf, catching his release before it made a mess of the floor. You grinned to yourself lazily, turning around once he finished cleaning you off. 

He leaned forward, caging you in with his hands planted on either side of you, meeting your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes fluttered open sleepily, and he gave you a heart-stoppingly cute smile. “Did I take your mind off it?”

You giggled quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your front against his. “Off what?” 

He giggled and winked, bending down slightly and grabbing the back of your thighs. Jumping carefully into his arms, he smiled brightly into your happy kiss, walking you to the bed. He laid you down gently, pecking your nose and crawling over you. Your arms stayed tight around his shoulders, and he gave in to your gentle tug, leaning down into your body. His lips barely left yours for several moments, just savoring the afterglow with the loving kisses he knew in his heart he couldn’t live without. 

When he finally pulled away, your heart fluttered at the absolutely lovesick look on his face. He swept his thumb over your cheek, touching the tips of your noses with a smile. “Love you,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over your face. 

You ran your hand through his sweaty hair and smiled wide. “Love you more.” 

He allowed himself to fall beside you, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. He tugged a blanket up over the two of you, insulating your sweaty bodies from the chilly dorm room air. 

You mumbled into the skin stretched across his collarbones, “Bestest, sexiest, sweetest boyfriend ever.” 

He giggled, “That so?” You nodded sleepily into the crook of his neck, exhaustion catching up with you.

He looked down fondly at the mop of hair tucked so closely against him, unable to wipe the silly smile from his face. He’d help you finish studying tomorrow, busting out the cute pastel cue cards you'd been so excited for at the store and everything, but for now... nothing could convince him to separate from your soft warm frame. Sleepily glancing at the sliver of window visible behind the hideous beige curtain, he realized the sun had long set. As your breathing evened out, his own eyes slipped closed for the night with your sleeping figure pressed against him.

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do you have any creepypasta headcanons for some of them? And are there any ideas for them or versions of the characters around the fandom that you like?

I have so many headcanons, it's not even funny:''')

Had so much time to get attached to these characters ( 10 years to be precise ಥ_ಥ ) , so I like multiple interpretations of them

Mainly 3 universes: found family of weirdos, "realistic" version and something in between

In this post I'll be talking about the headcanons connected to the versions I drew on this blog

I'll separate them by characters, and I won't talk about all of them or this post is gonna be so long:'''')

ALSO: feel free to comment your headcanons, I love hearing other people talk about these bozos

Jtk

he's emo for sure

has attempted giving himself piercings on multiple occasions, most of them failed and got infected

og story is an urban legend in his universe, the incident went down differently

his current look came about during a manic episode, he regrets what he has done to his body

he also regrets what he did to his family, although he doesn't remember much from that night

homeless, currently on the run, has been living like this since he was a teen

among other things, he's on the run because of the Operator, doesn't want to be under it's control again

16 during the case, currently 23

(I mean, I already have a post going in depth about my headcanons for him)

Ej

ex med student that got possessed by a Slavic deity (Chernobog)

he sees things in a way different way than us, something between echolocation or the way Toph sees in atla

is forced to eat people cause the deity he's possessed by finds his reaction amusing (it also prefers human flesh cause it sees people as most of us see farm animals whose products are meat and fear)

that's the reason why he lives away from any human contact, deep in the woods

when Chernobog takes control of their body, Jack is either forced to look at what happens, or he blacks out

he used to like cats, now is too scared to have any pets

after some time they start getting along (as much as a human and an eldritch horror can)

he isn't having a fun time in this version, sorry:'''/

21 during the incident, currently 25

Toby

mostly the same as in his original story personality wise

he was sheltered while growing up (homescooled until high school) and for the time he wasn't he was bullied, so he doesn't know how to interact with other people normally

malicious twards most people upon meeting them, took a long time to even start talking to Tim and Brian

once he warms up to someone, he's willing to die for them

often gets too close when talking, even when he isn't trying to intimidate people

second tallest proxy (I do count Tim and Brian in this story, yes I know they're from mh, but I grew up with them as crp so ssssh)

scrawny, built for running

big mood swings

has tics from time to time, they're more intense when he's exited, but they stop completely when he's under the Operator's influence

doesn't remember anything from his life prior to the giant fire "thanks" to the Operator

works in the interest of it cause that's all he knows, but he would disobey it if that meant helping people close to him

is interested in internet, but since he doesn't have a phone/computer he learns about it via stolen phones from people who have passed

arsonist

17 during the incident, currently 21 give or take

Brian/Hoody

Brian died in entry #86 of mh, but got revived (??) as a puppet to the Operator cause it likes tormenting Tim (idk how to explain, unlike characters who experience being influenced by it during the arg, he ends up being completely tied to it after death, even though he wasn't under it's control while alive)

so he's basically a zombie, but not really

the brains of the group

also the tallest

doesn't remember what happened during the duration of Marble Hornets, but does remember he was close friends with Tim

still, he feels uneasy around Tim, like he (Tim) has done something that can't be forgiven, but tries to brush it off

can cook, but doesn't

under his winning smile he's plotting everyone's demise

if you looked at him, you'd probably think that he's the one who's got everything under control, but that's not the case, he's just a tad bit fake

I'm basically trying to say that he's mostly a persona, and that he has no idea of who he really is or what his goals should be

very good at any ranged attacks and scouting (more like stalking)

the one who tied Toby down to a chair for a week until his brainscrambles got a bit more bearable

has a computer at one of their hideouts, doesn't let anyone near it

idk how old he is tbh, I guess his mid to late twenties

Tim/Masky

please give this man a rest already aksdhadklaj

watched all his friends die, and now works for the thing that caused that + tremendous amount of mental strain and horror

why you may ask? well it's very complicated, let's just say it promised to bring someone else back if he did what it wanted

shortest U_U

common sense of the group, and the leader

he's the only one that kept most of his memories (cause it's easier for the Operator to control him like that)

when Toby joined them as the new hire, he was the one to insist that they try and deal with him, cause he saw himself in Toby

has a hard time getting out of bed

only drinks coffee, has no idea what water is

very much old man energy

grumpy for most of the time

can(?) cook canned food (that's what they eat anyways, so it doesn't really matter)

wants to have a normal life so bad it's not even funny

really hates what he's stuck doing

again, no idea what age he is, but I'm guessing he's a year or so older than Brian

Lj

monochromatic clown who's trying to find his passion again

I don't like how the whole Isaac thing went down in the original, I think it could have been more scary, not just gore:///

he isn't connected to the whole Operator plotline so idk how to put him in the same place and time as other crp

to me he's off to the side with Candy Pop, Jason and other imaginary friends/fiends

who knows how old he is???

Jane

similar to Jeff, her story is mostly an urban legend

although she did suffer major burns and lost her family

she used to be obsessed with finding Jeff and making him suffer, but she's mostly over it now

found out about the Operator stuff and quickly noped out of there

probably attending group therapy with Liu and Nina/j

very much a goth

I think her and Clocky would be a great pair, and if not that, at least best friends

I can see her turning around in a spinning chair while petting a cat and saying something ominous

currently 23

Liu

survived his brother's frenzy

after all Jeff couldn't bring himself to finish him

no nurse, thanks

Sully developed after the event cause of the trauma, but he isn't a demon or whatever, he's just an alter that can't forgive his brother, and who's there in place to protect Liu

he actually saw the Operator that night, and again from the hospital bed, but by having Jeff run far away, it didn't stick to Liu properly

after years in therapy and meeting other people connected to the incident, he decided to try and find his brother, so he's currently following closely behind Jeff

like in the og story he's very kindhearted

he hasn't found Jeff in person yet cause every time Sully is in charge he tries to sabotage his plans

has a sweet tooth, and is always chewing on something

his current worry is that his brother hasn't eaten any fruits in years

14 during the case, currently 21

Nina

oh boy, this character has so much untapped potential

she was probably a true crime obsessed girl, and was very much into the Woods case

she thought he was just like her, and so she started to idolize him, or should I say, the version of him that was sensationalized

as the time went on she got more and more wrapped up in a fictional world she made in her head, to escape her everyday life, so she started plotting how to find and meet him

basically imagine a cyberstalker, but for someone living off grid

made and executed her plan (aka a copycat murder) right after she found his location

Nina is like 2-3 years younger than Jeff, and she was expecting an emo prince charming who will accept her as she is and whisk her away to a manor full of weird kids who live together

she just got an emaciated guy who hates everything he's done (and himself), and has literally 0 interest in her

you can just imagine how that conversation went down...

he was very brutal, laughed at her, told her she was an absolute idiot (was overly harsh cause of all the guilt of what he did in the past)

scene, even on her jtk e-blogs

used to get into heated arguments, cause drama and then block everyone involved

she was 13 when the Woods case happened, 15 when she met Jeff, and she's currently 21(?)

Don't feel like writing any more, sorry:'''')

I mean, this is already too long, and I haven't even explained all the characters in this universe

It's even funnier when I remember I have at least 3x as many different interpretations of these characters in my head, if anyone's interested feel free to ask me about them

Really sorry it took me so long to answer this, I didn't even know where to start

[carnalhaus]

Is there a reason behind why Praline, Sledge, and Enid's hair all have blode on top/near the front?

short answer is no not really it was all coincidental LOL. maybe in-universe we’ll come up with a reason but development wise, it was just by chance.

long answer is praline and enid were designed separately, they were both supposed to be jtk copycat type characters but that was pretty much all we were working off of, they weren’t even supposed to be a duo initially and stat wasn’t even born yet. me and grim actually didn’t even see each others designs until after they were both done and we coincidentally gave them similar hair. pralines was based off of the money piece trend from 2019-2020, and enids was because i THINK grim had similarly dyed hair back then or something of that sort. regardless yeah it was just something funny and it turned out to be really cute cause they’re matching.

sledge was made very recently and the two toned hair is again completely coincidental. i didn’t even notice until grim pointed it out actually (he said something abt how it’s funny sledge is traumatized by girls with two toned hair because he basically has the same thing LOL). side note sledge’s hair is surprisingly natural, he’s mostly blonde it just grows in really dark underneath, and like most people his facial and body hair is also darker. anyway, for him, the reason he looks like that is cause some of the references i was looking at while designing him had something similar !

i don’t think i posted this here (i will if i haven’t) but i included the initial pictures i referenced for his design and color scheme in a recent coloring tutorial i did. didn’t include him but rust too. you can kinda see what i mean, especially in the top left.

anyway that’s all there really was to it.