#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]

-Jeffery Abbott-

“The sin on your hands” - Animatic and characters by yours truly!

Jeffery Abbott, a Scottish man who got a brain infection that altered his body and mind faces his first major kill that rolls the ball to lead to his deadly wake. However. The blood on his hands is the blood of his kin. His very family.

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND I PROMISE I’LL DRAW HAPPIER STUFF NOW!!!!!!

[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.

[seemslegitflapjacks]

Decided to do a small drawing of old man Randy lol.

[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

[vi0l3tluvsu]

-> Jeff the Killer and gn!reader

Tags ; creepypasta , joke fic, poor jtk works for the sand man

A/n; please do not take this seriously .. I love creepypasta and thought this was funny..

Desc; Jeff the killer breaks into your room to gently put you to sleep

You laid in bed, sleep nowhere in sight as your eyes dried out staring at the ceiling. The clock flashed 2:13 am, almost Witching Hour. You sighed, for some reason this week had stolen the comforting feeling of tiredness from your body and left you sleep deprived and full of remorse. You closed your eyes praying to the sandman for anything, something to put you to sleep.

Down the hall from your bedroom you heard a small cracking noise and then a loud crashing “fuck!” It was almost too faint to hear and you elected to ignore it as you rolled over onto your stomach and pressed your face into the pillow. It was cool and calming, like morning dew sticking to your face after a hot shower, it felt like sleep and good luck and — “Hey pussy shit.” Your body froze, the strange voice was clearly in your room but your brain forced it away as just the half-sleep making a weird dream. Your eyes fluttered and closed, your breathing evened out. Finally you could sleep.

“Dude are you ignoring me?” Your face twisted halfway between discomfort and annoyance, the voice was definitely not in your dream. You slowly flipped over onto your elbows to find there was a man standing in your doorway, gently lit by the moonlight he looked almost eggshell white. No. Wait. He is eggshell white. “Oh now I’ve got your attention, Jesus.” He flipped something around in his hand, playing with it, “I’ve been standing here for like five minutes you’re really oblivious, you know that?” He started to move slowly towards you, you could just barely make out the rips in his hoodie, it became suddenly clear that the crash you’d heard was from your bathroom and not the alley outside. He strode to your bed, eyes hallow looking as he eyed you up and down. “You wanted the sandman right?” His mouth half twisted into a frown, it must have shown on your face that you were shocked, “yeah well he’s busy. There are more important people than you.” The pale figure rolled his eyes as he sat on your bed.

“The universe is punishing me for ‘torturing too many people’ whatever the hell that means..” he said it mockingly, sliding his plaything into the bed gently so as to not rip your comforter. It was a knife. You swallowed hard at the sight of it and let out a shaking sigh. This was it.. you were going to die in mismatched sonic pjs and no socks. “Anyway I have to.. put you to sleep now so don’t make this any harder than it has to be please ..”

He leaned over you, pressing your shoulders until you lay flat on your bed, his breath was cold against your face and he leaned down so his head was next to your ear, “sleep well, I guess.” He plunged his knife into your stomach and you flinched under it the pain spreading through your body as he twisted it deeper “this job sucks..” were the last words you heard before the shock became numbness and that numbness blessed you with sleep.

You awoke with a start the next morning, alarm blaring the weather. You shot up looking around your room for the strange man from last night, but no one was there at all. Once you remember that you had died you felt around for the stab wounds from the night but found nothing more than the fact that you were now on your period and had ruined brand new silk sheets as well as your sonic pants.

[lycan-hound]

WE LOVE ABBOTT IN THIS HOUSE!!!!!

Jeffery Abbott my beloved!

[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.

[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.

[seemslegitflapjacks]

Just a lineart WIP of cowboy Jeff I probably won’t finish. The yeeyee won’t stop here.

[midnighttailor-maid]

Jeremy Wolfsbane & Jeffrey Wolfsbane Jr.

Okay, so I have an AU(the dark forest AU/alternate timeline)where Jeff (my version’s called Jeff Woodsman)was actually EVEN MORE sadistic while he was a serial killer, at least as an adult, but he was captured by the Dark Forest Unit of the FBI, held in a makeshift mental asylum in the basement of a major university(I never actually state which one), & is given an experimental drug that has been created for Veiss-Kestlerkunich Syndrome(The mental disorder that he & adult Liu suffer from, although Jeff would probably say it was a “gift,” or something). He was hesitant to take the meds at first, but started taking them anyways because he thought he would be released earlier. He started to actually get better, & even started feeling some remorse for his actions, & tried to make things better for all the people he wronged, & became full of self-loathing. He became a half-decent person, changed his lastname from Wooodsman to Wolfsbane, & started a job with the FBI as a criminal profiler, using his previous exeperiences as a serial killer to hunt down newer, less experienced serial killers. Sometime after this, he married one of the college students who became security guards for extra credit &/or to get their student loans paid off, a young woman named Wendy Snapdragon. The 2 of them ended up having 3 kids, a pair of identical twin boys, Jeremy & Jeffrey Woolfsbane Jr,(he’s just called J.J. or J by his parents & siblings, I think), & adaughter named Maybell. 11 years later, however, Jeff accidentally lost his meds down a stormdrain while at a crime scene at work, &… well, let’s just say that was all it took. Jeff warned his family to get out of the house & relocate via witness protection with his last remaining sanity & a sticky note on a fridge. The companion comic I’m making to Geommeta, JTK: Dark Forest follows this storyline, I guess.

[funeraleroticism]

Op is right. I've noticed this shift/occurrence for a while now.

I'll try to sound as clear as possible, but is kinda weird and annoying to see people portray jeff as the ONE and ONLY asshole in the whole creepypasta universe, like? Most of these characters are pretty fucked up people but they still get "woobiefied" or just overall taken more lightly (I'm not here to bash anyone's hc or interpretations btw!!!). It seems that he's the only one getting this type of treatment. Come on, guys. I'm pretty sure they'll all be serving jail time together. Plus, this whole "JTK is an asshole/abusive" is getting boring and predictable (kinda feels like spite for the character itself). IDK how to word this anymore. K cyaaaaa~

Ok alot of the big creators blocked me anyway but I swear to god if another one of yall boils down Nina the killer to just a scene kid who’s cartoonishly borderline and Kate is her saviour gf from angry evil jeff when he canonically didn’t abuse anyone I hate you.

Also if you wanna make her scene, do it! It’s fun but DO IT RIGHT the internet is free, you can’t slap knee high converse on someone and call them a scene queen

Also circling back to the start of this, you can have your ships and headcannons but some of yall can be unbearable