#slenderman x dead by daylight

[la2yn0va]

Slenderman Killer Concept.

This is gonna become a thing isn’t it…? Okay then!

Name: The Myth

Map: Oakside Park.

Weapon: Tendrils

Power: Unknown Horror

The Myth manipulates the minds and senses of Survivors, spreading paranoia and fear.

Special Ability: The Mark

Press the Power Button to apply “The Mark” to a Survivor in your line of sight within a 24-meter range.

Survivors with “The Mark” are inflicted with Oblivious and Hindered (5% slower) for 10 seconds.

Survivors cannot see your aura when marked, and you leave no red stain during this period.

Marked Survivors will hear distorted whispers that intensify when you are near them.

Special Ability: Manifestation

Hold the Power Button to teleport to a nearby location within 32 meters, as long as it is not directly visible to Survivors.

After teleporting, gain the Undetectable status for 6 seconds. Teleportation has a cooldown of 12 seconds.

Passive Ability: The Fog’s Presence

The Slender Man’s Terror Radius starts at 0 meters but increases by 5 meters for every Hooked Survivor (max 20 meters).

Survivors in your Terror Radius experience periodic hallucinations, causing them to see fake pallets and generators.

Additionally, the myth brings in 8 papers the survivors can find. With each one they find, THEY learn how to counter the myth, but the myth grows more aggressive as they learn its power.

Perks:

1. Paralyzing Terror

Your presence strikes fear in everyone.

When a survivor is within your terror radius their vaulting speed, repairing, and healing are reduced by 9%/12%/14%

“You can’t escape what you can’t understand” — Page #4

2. Lingering Dread

Your myth is known by all, the pure knowledge of your existence saps even the strongest of wills into nothingness, leaving only despair and paranoia

After damaging a generator, the next Survivor who interacts with it becomes Exhausted for 9/10/11 seconds.

“The Faceless man watches from the trees and fog” — Page #2

3. No One Lives

No one ever escapes to tell the tale

When all generators are completed, the myth blocks all exit gates for a full minute. If the survivor can’t find the hatch within 25 seconds, the myth closes the hatch itself.

“Don’t look or it takes you!” — Page #8

Special Mechanic!!

Paranoia Meter

Survivors have a Paranoia Meter that fills when: They stay within your Terror Radius for extended periods. They fail skill checks on generators or healing. They look directly at the myth for too long.

Once full, the Survivor suffers from the Exposed status effect for 15 seconds and reveals their aura to you for 5 seconds. The Paranoia Meter decays after being outside your Terror Radius for 10 seconds.

Mori Animation

Slenderman looms over the Survivor, extending his tendrils to lift them into the air. As static fills the screen, the Survivor struggles but is suddenly silenced. The static is removed, only for the myth to be left there, without a trace of where the survivor is.

[m00nz-writes]

I told y'all I'd share this!!!!

Right now all I've got is Evan done for this DBD au, and I most definitely will not being doing HABIT portrait art and such unless I feel the sudden desire to fucking sUFFER.

Anyways!!! Here's Evan's information for the everymanHYBRID x DBD concept!

Bio: Evan Myers was your typical college guy; carefree, silly, and a bit dull. That was until he started getting plagued by an entity that craved nothing but death and destruction, using his body as a vessel to harm and kill those he loves.

Evan couldn’t remember much from when HABIT had possessed him, he had small bits and pieces come back. He could remember key bits, and he could remember the screams... the horrific screams. The screams that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember much of the carnage, thankfully... but he could always know what HABIT had done when he’d wake up in the woods or in an unfamiliar house with blood all over him. He didn’t want to know what had happened... who he had killed, or how many would suffer because of it.

But when he woke up in that damn house and saw the staircase that felt... so familiar. He remembered everything. He remembered killing his girlfriend... he remembered... he remembered the bones... the cries, the pleading... every damn thing. And as he ascended those stairs and saw that room, the room which he knew would have the carnage, he instead was welcomed in by a fog. The disgusting tendrils, the deep and menacing whispers, it all felt peaceful compared to what HABIT had done. And instead of facing the reality of what HABIT had done – what he had done – he welcomed it. He was consumed by it and ripped to the Entity’s realm and woke up in the woods. It was nothing like the Pine Barrens, though it felt nearly as foreboding and haunting as they did. In the distance, he saw a flickering and he was drawn in by it.

Following the warm glow, Evan found himself amongst people like him... trapped and living a waking nightmare. He found solace in this hell he was now in, finding that these new friends had no clue what he’d done, what HABIT had made him do. Now he’s determined to make up for it all and find his own redemption in making sure to protect these friends... no matter the cost.

Role: The Unwilling Vessel

Loadout:

I Wanna Kill It – Unlike the other survivors, you know what you’re capable of and you’ll fight back. After finish a generator “I Wanna Kill It” activates, the next time you get hit a difficult skill check comes up and you have the chance to stab the killer and stun them. “I Wanna Kill It” can only be used once in a trial.

“Did I kill him?” ~ Evan Myers

You’re All I Have – You will do anything to protect those you love. “You’re All I Have” activates after saving an unhooked survivor. The unhooked survivor doesn’t make pained groans or leave a blood trail for 20 seconds, and when you take a protection hit for them after unhooking them you suffer no consequences. If you get hit again before “You’re All I Have” deactivates, you enter the dying state immediately.

“That’s a promise you can’t keep...” ~ Evan Myers

HABIT Made Me Do It – Unlike the others, there’s something attached to you that can’t be controlled. When you’re the last remaining survivor in a trial, “HABIT Made Me Do It” activates for 60 seconds. While active, you have an uncanny ability to see the aura of the hatch if it’s closed and when the killer gets too close, you can punch them to stun them for 3 seconds. “HABIT Made Me Do It” will not activate if you are suffering from the broken status.

“I mean... the thing it does... but with my hands – I don’t know. I don’t know where –... I don’t know who the monster is, y’know? Like, is it a monster controlling me or are we both just... some coagulation of violence?” ~ Evan Myers

[quitealotofsodapop]

One of my fave thought exercises is placing a violent/monterous character and forcing them to be the hero of a story. If they normally kill on sight or by instinct, I force their "kill drives" to be diminished or missing entirely.

My fave Characters to answer the call of heroism include:

SCPs 682 and/or 096.

Mr X, Lisa Trevor, and Nemesis.

Slenderman, Sirenhead, or a similar faceless entity.

Various Killer characters from Dead by Daylight - my favorite being all of The Legion and The Hillbilly.

And my ultimate favorite unlikely hero; Jason Voorhees

No real goal in mind for these aus. Mostly just want characters/monsters who only know hatred, revulsion, or fear from others or themselves, suddenly be thrust into scenarios where they can be the hero of the story, despite their own personal feelings on the matter.

[rainrot4me]

Sick Days

Summary: The Creepypasta guys are feeling a little under the weather. You, their lovely partner, spend the day taking care of them (whether they like it or not).

Characters: {Separate} Jeff the Killer x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Masky x Reader

TW: Very domestic and fluffy, slight bickering

Words: 6.7k

A/N: Sorry for the delay! More Christmas-themed works coming out shortly!

Seven days of pure snowfall and ice.

It had snowed a lot—a thick blanket of white across the forest deep enough to get your boots stuck in. Winter always seemed to roll around the Slenderwoods a little later in the year, but when it did, it was brutal. And, with so much pristine white covering the ground, the mansion was on full display in contrast to the grayed-out trees. 

Slenderman gave his orders. This meant longer missions, longer days in the frigid temperatures, and even longer nights recovering. You would think natural-born killers would have some inkling of instinct to keep themselves alive, but when they all returned practically half-dead… 

Thick jackets and worn shoes piled by the door, somehow still defrosting and leaving obnoxious puddles of water wherever you stepped. Dusty counters were littered with piles of nasty food and dishes, laundry untouched (that wasn’t unusual anyway), and a serious lack of arguing or hysterical fighting between the walls (that was unusual). It seems the weather hadn’t only brought down health, but moods too.

So, when things turn bad in the mansion, where do they end up? 

Your front door.

Jeff the Killer ▸

Jeff knocked nonstop until you opened your door, a confused look as to what in the world the killer could need. It wasn’t unusual for Jeff to stop by unannounced; he had made himself at home in your house a long time ago, but it was unusual for him to show up in the middle of the afternoon (broad daylight and all). 

“Jeffrey? Are you alright?” Glancing behind him, you could see where his boots made imprints on the fresh snow covering your sidewalk, dusty snowflakes melting in his dark hair. 

But, finally glancing up to meet his gaze, you could see it.

He looked terrible. More so than usual. Skin raw-red from the cold winds whipping at him, hair tangled, and head pounding in time with his too-loud heartbeat. You knew about the missions, and you knew what being in the cold for too long could do, you just didn’t know someone like Jeff could even get sick.

Stepping aside, Jeff trailed into your home, shoulders hunched so low you thought he was trying to fall over. All he gave you were hoarse grunts and shaky nods as you helped him strip his heavy clothes, shaking the snow from the sleeves onto the doormat outside. By the time you turned around, Jeff was already halfway down the hallway towards your bedroom.

The killer was so exhausted he didn’t even get his muddy boots off before he was face down into the pillows and oblivious to the world. 

Given the grueling retreat he had just returned from, this would have been a reasonable response. But, as his partner, you knew better than most: Jeff never sleeps, especially when he has a fresh mission to brag about. It only took his ragged coughing and blatant pitiful state to figure out you were going to have to help him.

The can of chicken noodle soup you poured into a bowl, then to the microwave, came out steaming hot. You blew on the contents; the smell was nice as you reached for a spoon, and you made a mental note that you would also need to clean his dirty clothes still caked in mud and (hopefully not his) blood. A small towel under the bowl, and you were making your way down the hall. 

Jeff hadn’t even bothered to shut the door; his limp body spread across your mattress like a corpse. He covered his head with a pillow, gripping the fabric and muffling the sputtering snores laced with evident sickness. You had only left him alone to make the soup for a couple of minutes, but that seemed to be enough to knock him out.

Jeff never slept, only when his body really needed it. But right now, his body also really, really needed something in its stomach besides mucus. You set the bowl on your nightstand before slowly kneeling on the bed. What do they say about waking a beast? You couldn’t remember. 

You cringed, teeth gritted as you gently placed your flat hand onto his back. His skin was burning, heat practically radiating from him as you easily rubbed up and down his spine. He didn’t even budge, the only sign of life being the gentle rising and falling of his back as he snored into the fabric of his pillows. You ran your hand higher, fingers rubbing across his shoulders and dipping to the arch of his shoulder blades until you felt his arms slowly shift.

His breathing faltered, consciousness rolling back into him as you shifted, letting one leg dangle off the bed as you sat beside him.

“Mhhmn…” He groaned, stiffly turning his face towards you and glaring through bloodshot eyes. You nearly choked out a laugh, scanning his flushed face and horrible eye bags, appearing even more dead than he normally did. It took the killer a minute to register what was happening, his messy bangs sticking to his forehead and matting wildly; it was evident he could’ve slept for the rest of the day and then some. 

But it was only 3 pm, and the sun shining through his curtains was made even worse by the reflection of the snow. He needed to eat; there was no telling how much he had worn himself down this past week. Jeff was never very good at self-preservation, especially when you had become a net to fall back on.

“Hey man… You wanna try and eat somethin’?” You tried to keep your voice low, the killer rolling onto his back and rubbing his hands over his face. He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers and slowly blinking at the ceiling. 

He nodded.

Reaching for the still-steaming bowl, you cupped the contents in your hands, shifting further onto the bed. Jeff shifted upwards, slowly but surely. It was odd. You had witnessed this man jump fencelines and tackle men double his size, but give him a fever and a headache that can’t be numbed out with alcohol, and suddenly he’s defenseless. You could’ve laughed, taunted him like he often did when you weren’t feeling hot, say something to get his gears going… 

But he just looked so… pitiful. 

One hand cupped under the bowl, you reached the other out, delivering soft touches with the back of your hand on his forehead. Jeff watched through tired eyes, blinking slowly when your fingers brushed his sweat-damp bangs out of his face, leaning closer to your every touch.

Always loud-mouthed and quick to anger, but right now, he was just calm. His body refused to move as quickly as he wanted it to, and his head was far too foggy with nausea to even consider pushing your helpful hand away. So, he just accepted it. Reluctantly, in his mind, but accepted it nonetheless.

“You don’t look so hot. What happened out there?” You paced the words slowly, taking the spoon in your hand and collecting a bit of the soup before bringing it to his pale lips. Jeff closed his eyes when he took the spoonful in his mouth, drinking the warm broth before letting you bring it back to the bowl for another. 

“Forgot to bring extra clothes… Hada’ reuse the same wet shit every day…” His voice was so hoarse, too. He cleared his throat, letting you spoon him another drink of the soup before leaning his head back on the headboard. He sounded like he had been sucking down nothing but cold air, throat raw and scratchy with the sinus infection he was harboring. 

A warm shower? Or maybe bringing him to sit in front of the fireplace you had crackling in the living room? You weren’t sure what he needed, but you knew he needed to sweat out this fever before it became a real problem. He reached for the bowl, cupping the towel underneath to set it in his lap before continuing to fish spoonfuls. The warmth of the soup probably did wonders for his sore throat.

You went to stand, pressing off of the bed before a rough hand wrapped around your wrist. Glancing down, Jeff was tugging you back towards him, knotted brows giving a silent question as to why you were leaving him. You smiled, kneeling back on the mattress to place a quick kiss on his way-too-warm forehead. “I’m starting you a bath, alright? Finish your soup.”

Another quick kiss and he was letting your wrist go, satisfied with your answer. The silence was awkward, but vulnerable and quiet. Jeff had no choice but to let you care for him; something about that made your heart so full.

Roaming to the bathroom, you pushed the curtain to the tub back and flipped the faucet all the way hot. Water filled slowly as you rummaged through the cabinet behind your sink mirror, reading various drugstore medicines and cough syrups before shaking a handful of sinus and head cold pills into your hand. 

You heard the gentle patter of bare feet stepping onto the tile of the bathroom just in time to turn off the running water, the tub steaming with scalding water. Arms wrapped around your middle gently as you shut the cabinet, Jeff’s nose burying into the crook of your neck as he fell limp against your back.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, his face against your skin as he breathed deep, taking in your smell. You smiled, reaching back to brush his hair back before playing yet another kiss on his warm forehead. “Hush. You need to get better, and that mansion is no place to relax. Don’t worry about it.” Despite reassuring him, Jeff still held a defeated look.

Dropping the medicine onto your sink counter, you turned to help him take off his shirt, his hands doing their best to hold onto your arms the entire time. Clingy. 

“I got it.” He huffed, tossing his shirt to the ground.

“I know you do.” You smiled up at him. You undid his belt anyway, undressing him the rest of the way with little protest. There was no flirtatious comment, no sly touches, just a weak, sick boy who wasn’t used to being this vulnerable. It was sweet.

Jeff stepped into the bath, and you left him to get a cup of water. He drank the pills down, skin blotching red with the heat of the water, but at least he looked more relaxed. He was so lengthy, he had to bend his knees to fit comfortably, which you laughed at.

You knelt beside the tub, using that same cup to collect water and rinse his hair. You ran your fingers through the messy strands, his quiet groans making you smile as you poured a small dab of shampoo onto the palm of your hand. Tired eyes watched you carefully when you began to scrub his head, lathering the shampoo between the strands and massaging his scalp. He was falling apart underneath you, soapy bubbles drifting into the water while you washed him off. 

His hands cupped your own, kissing your wrists. He was being so gentle, it almost gave you whiplash. There was no off comment about you catering to him, or being a jerk just for the hell of it; he was being oddly sweet. Maybe his being sick wasn’t so bad.

Until you zoned back into his coughing fit, strained coughs that looked like they physically hurt. You rinsed his hair, careful not to get the soapy water into the gashes on his face as he settled down.

You wiped the water from his face, his clammy skin wet under your hands as you went to stand. Jeff leaned back, letting his head rest against the wall of the tub while you collected his clothes, letting him know you’d be right back.

You needed to do laundry anyway, so grabbing the rest of the killer’s dirty clothing and tossing them into your load was easy enough. They reeked of dirt and outside, splotches of dried blood staining the sleeves of his hoodie. You didn’t want to know about the mission; you didn’t want to know what in the hell caused these stains, but you were sure he’d tell you sometime anyway.

Starting the machine, you shuffled back to your room, rummaging through your drawers for something that the killer could wear. You ended up on a t-shirt that was baggy on you but would fit him perfectly, a pair of boxers he left the last time he was here and sweatpants that would be good enough until his clothes were dry.

You stepped back into the bathroom, clothes in hand, and Jeff turned to look up at you. He had already cleaned himself off, water slowly draining from the tub as you helped him climb out. “Feel better?”

He nodded, reaching for the towels you had hanging off the edge of the tub and drying himself off. You set the clothes down, hands reaching to dry off his hair as he dressed himself. 

You knew it had to feel so much better to be in clean clothes, let alone something that wasn’t jeans and a hoodie riddled with filth. Jeff seemed content enough, but more than anything, he looked tired. Exhausted.

“Alright, time for bed.” The sun was just starting to set outside your window, thick orange light flooding through the curtains as Jeff followed you back into the bedroom. You wouldn’t be going to sleep for some time, but you were sure the killer would be out in minutes.

Pulling back the sheets of your bed, Jeff climbed in, body nearly giving out as soon as his weak body got under the warm covers. “I’ll let you rest, tell me if you need anythin-”

Jeff didn’t give you the chance, barely getting a foot away from the bed before he was dragging you in too. You smiled, his arms wrapping around your waist and throwing the covers over the two of you. “Aw man, you’re gonna get me sick-”

You couldn’t help but smile as Jeff delivered sickly sweet kisses across your cheeks, lying you both down as his arms caged you in, your head falling onto his shoulder. “Then I guess we’ll just have to be sick together then, baby.” You knew a sly smile would break out of him sooner or later.

You both relaxed into each other, wrapping the covers tight as the sun set slowly against the pretty snow. The fireplace still crackled in your living room, the whole house warm compared to the brutal cold Jeff had been forced into days before. 

Running your hands through his now-clean hair, Jeff groaned, practically purring when his eyes began to close, tight grip around your back faltering slightly as you realized the sinus meds were finally kicking in, that dazed look behind his expression. As if he wasn’t tired enough, this would have him knocked for the whole next day.

It didn’t matter to you, you’d be there tomorrow to cater to him too, taking care of the killer who rarely ever let himself go like this. 

Planting one last kiss on his jaw, you felt his chest slowly rise and fall, gentle snores dragging out underneath you. Leaning back, you grabbed the remote to your TV off the nightstand, turning some show you needed to catch up on with low volume. You realized you needed to relax too, the winter season having you run a mile a minute, so this would be a good excuse to worry about something other than your crazy life.

With one final tug on the back of your shirt, you let your own eyes close, the sun finally set as a pretty blanket of dark sky finally shown through the window.

“G’night [Y/N]…”

-

Jeff was there by your side when you became sick the week after, a terrible fever that wouldn't break no matter how many baths or rags he placed on your forehead.

He felt bad, sure, but he felt even better that he got to make fun of your terribly red face and nasty cough that he didn’t have to deal with anymore.

Even sick, you somehow managed to win every argument or put the killer back in his place. You made him repay his stupidness with healthy fast-food runs and kisses. He quickly learned to keep his mouth shut. 

In sickness and in health, you guess.

Ticci Toby ▸

Technically, Toby couldn’t feel the pain of being sick.

He never got the sting of a sore throat, or the ache behind your ears when you sneezed too much, or even the pounding head and body aches that kept people from getting up. No, he bragged about never being defeated by strep throat or the flu.

But what he did feel was the pressure, and the fatigue, and the awful way your stomach just refused to hold down any solids.

So, when it got so bad he couldn’t shove it aside anymore to complete another mission, he found himself knocking on your door.

And he was not happy about it.

“Toby, you have got to lie down.” You huffed, his limp arms in your hands as you tried and failed to drag him towards your bedroom. He was acting as if he couldn’t walk, feet glued to their respective spots in your kitchen. The brunette always played a little childish, but right now he was just being plain juvenile.

“Nah. I just swung by to gra- grab some food, there’s nothing good at th- the mansion.” Even as you held him, the boy still browsed your cabinets and pantry for snacks. You would have been more than happy to offer, but Toby had already eaten a bowl of your chili leftovers, two bags of chips, and was going for pastries next. It was like being sick turned him into a human vacuum.

“I know, but you’re freezing, hun. Your face is so red it looks like you’re going to explode. You need to get under some covers.” Toby could blame that on lying face-down in the snow for an hour, completely oblivious to the pin-pricking sharpness of the cold on his cheeks, or the frostbite that was forming at the edge of his nose. He never felt a thing, completely lost in the weightless blanket of powder underneath him. He would’ve stayed there another hour or two if Tim hadn’t jerked him up and yelled at him for being an idiot.

But now he was here, sick as a dog and getting harassed by his partner who was just trying to help. Tim was sick at the mansion, too. What luck.

“I’m fine. It’s just a co-cold or something. Quit baby- babying me.” Toby couldn’t tell if it was his tics or the uncontrollable shakiness in his hands, but he dropped a pack of crackers he’d fished out of your pantry. He groaned in frustration, crouching down to grab them, but you snatched the package up first.

“You’re not fine, Toby. You’re pale as a ghost, your voice is raspier than usual, and you can’t even hold onto a pack of crackers. Just let me help you.” You set the crackers on the counter and put your hands on your hips, glaring down at him. He glared right back, his dark eyes narrowed and defiant.

“Don’t ne- need help,” he muttered, though the stubborn edge in his voice faltered as another violent shiver racked his body. He clutched his arms around himself, but you could see how badly his fingers trembled. The eye-roll you delivered him could kill. 

“Yes, you do. Come on, Toby. Just this once, let me take care of you.” Your tone softened, and you crouched down so you were at eye level with him. ���You’re not going to get better if you keep ignoring yourself like this.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering away from yours. For all his bravado, Toby wasn’t immune to the weight of your concern. You perceived the world differently than he did, concerned with the trivial things of sickness or relaxation, while the brunette hardly cared if his skin was rotting off (it was). Finally, with a heavy sigh, he muttered, “Fine. But only for a little while.”

“Thank you.” You stood and held out your hand to him. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Toby reluctantly took your hand, and you helped him to his feet. He leaned on you more than he probably realized, his steps unsteady as you guided him to your bedroom. Once there, you pulled back the blankets and helped him sit down on the edge of the bed. In the light of snow through your window, you really got a good look at just how pale he was, lips a subtle shade of purple that would’ve had any normal boy in a hospital.

You helped him shed his ragged jacket, kicking off his boots until he was in the barest clothes he had stumbled into your house with. 

“Alright, lie down,” you instructed, gently pushing on his shoulder. He grumbled something under his breath but complied, sinking into the mattress with a groan. You pulled the blankets up over him, tucking them around his shoulders.

“This is stu- stupid,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow. He was facedown, something so childish, like a kid upset his mom was making him go to school. 

“It’s not stupid. It’s called taking care of yourself,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Now, stay put. I’m going to get you some water and medicine.”

He didn’t respond, his eyes were already closed. You smiled softly, relief washing over you as you left the room. Finally, he was letting you help. Now all you had to do was nurse him back to health—and maybe convince him that it was okay to lean on someone else every once in a while.

-

The next few days were a blur of soup, medicine, and relentless efforts to keep Toby in bed. He protested at every turn, grumbling about how he didn’t need to be babied, but his body betrayed him. The fever left him weak and sluggish, his usual energy reduced to mere fragments of what it once was. After having to literally calm him down with a healthy dose of cough medicine, he finally stopped berating you.

“This is the worst,” Toby groaned, his voice hoarse as he sank deeper into the pile of blankets you’d tucked around him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his cheeks were flushed from the lingering fever. What started as cold chills and sickly paleness had sprung into a hot mess of trying to break the fever the brunette wasn’t aware he had. Once his body actually laid down, got some medicine, and got under some warmth, it finally started trying to heal itself. The only good thing about this was his body was so busy trying not to combust that his tics were on the back burner. His muscles were so weak, they really didn’t hold the energy.

“You’re getting better,” you reassured him, sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl of soup in your hands. “Here, eat this. You need to keep your strength up.”

He eyed the bowl with disdain but reluctantly took it from you. “You’re en- enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Enjoying what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Bossing me around.” He smirked weakly, but it lacked his usual snarky bite.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin. “But only because it’s for your own good.”

Toby rolled his eyes but started eating the soup anyway. You watched him carefully, noting the way his hands shook less than they had the day before. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

By the third day, the fever broke. Toby woke up looking more like himself, his energy slowly returning. He still tried to downplay how sick he’d been, but you caught the gratitude in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Thanks,” he mumbled one evening, leaning against the doorway as you cleaned up the kitchen. He was wearing one of your hoodies, the sleeves too short for his arms, but all of his dirt-covered clothes were in the middle of a wash.

“For what?” you asked, turning to face him.

“For... y’know. Put- Putting up with me. Helping m- me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze fixed on the floor. Even with sickness deteriorating, that pink still lingered in his pale cheeks. “I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”

“You don’t have to be,” you said softly, walking over to him. “That’s what I’m here for. Next time, don’t wait until you’re half-dead to ask for help, okay? One day you’re going to kill yourself just because you’re stubborn.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound light and genuine. “Impossible.”

“Toby.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll t- try.”

“Good.” You smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek, running your fingers across the scars that littered the skin. He cupped your hand, tired eyes roaming your features as he leaned in, pressing a firm kiss on your forehead. It was only when you reached up to ruffle his hair that he swatted your hand away, but your smile didn’t falter.

-

As the days went on, Toby fully recovered, though he still feined needing to stick around your house just to be sure. Your pantry was nearly run through, and every snack you had planned to eat mysteriously disappeared despite your boyfriend’s testimonials. But you didn’t mind. Seeing him back to his usual self was all the thanks you needed. He would be buying you more, though.

But knowing Toby, you weren’t holding your breath.

Tim Wright▸

The snow was relentless, blanketing the world outside in a thick, quiet stillness. 

Tim was a shadow against the swirling white, his broad shoulders hunched as he trudged up the path to your door. His steps were uneven, his breath visible in harsh puffs against the icy air, and it was clear he wasn’t in good shape. You barely managed to open the door before he stumbled inside, shaking the snow off his coat and muttering a half-hearted apology.

“Tim?” you gasped, reaching out to steady him. He was freezing to the touch, his skin pale and his lips tinged with blue. “You’re ice-cold. What are you doing out in this weather? You should’ve called me.”

“Didn’t want to bother you,” he grumbled, his voice rough and strained. He tried to wave you off, but his hands trembled as he shuffled his heavy jacket off. “I’m fine. Just need to get out of all that.” The Operator had shoved him and Brian too far, Masky and Hoodie nearly ready to saw off some heads if they had to spend one more night in the frigid snow. He knew he shouldn’t bother you, shouldn’t cross that line of his affairs and your relationship, but he knew he wouldn’t make it back to the mansion tonight.

“You are not fine,” you said firmly, taking his arm and guiding him toward the couch. “At least come inside and warm up.” You were still in your pajamas, on your way to bed when you heard the haphazard knocks on your door. 

Tim hesitated, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable, but the weight of his exhaustion won out. He let you lead him, collapsing onto the cushions with a groan. The sight of him like this—so worn down and vulnerable—made your heart ache. Tim was always the strong one, the steady rock everyone leaned on, but now he looked utterly defeated.

You grabbed a blanket from the nearby chair and draped it over him, fussing despite his weak protests. “Stay put. I’ll get you something hot to drink.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, but his voice was softer this time, less convincing. He leaned back against the couch, his head tipping against the cushion as he closed his eyes. You hurried to the kitchen, boiling water for tea and pulling together a simple plate of muffins that took less than a minute to heat up in the microwave. You would make him a proper meal later, right now he just needed to get warm. When you returned, he hadn’t moved, his breathing shallow but steady. You set the tea down on the table in front of him and nudged his shoulder gently.

“Drink this,” you said. “It’ll help.”

Tim opened his eyes, glancing at the cup before taking it with a quiet disgust. He sipped the tea slowly, his large hands dwarfing the mug, and you sat beside him, watching him closely. He much preferred the bitter taste of coffee, but something warm in his stomach was better than nothing. After a few moments of silence, he sighed, his shoulders slumping further under the weight of the blanket.

“I’m sorry, love,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from the tea. “I won’t stay long. You need to get back to bed.” 

“I’m alright,” you said softly, “I’ll kill you before that storm does if you make it out that door again.”

He didn’t respond right away, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the words. Finally, he set the mug down and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I’m alright. I’ll rest for a while, then get out of your hair. I need to get back before they send someone after me.”

“That’s okay,” you said, placing a hand on his back. “You’ve got at least the rest of the night before someone comes looking. Nobody is trudging through this storm just to get you, hun. You need to relax. You deserve to be cared for, too.”

Tim let out a shaky breath, his hand scrubbing over his face. He knew there was no fighting it anyway, you held some power over him even he couldn’t figure out. Your sweet words and touches were enough to stop him from war, he thought. “I- Okay, just until morning.”

“Good,” you said, your voice gentle. “Now rest, you need it.”

Tim closed his eyes, the tension in his body slowly easing as he let himself relax. It hurt your heart to see him so defeated, but if it took sickness to finally get him to relax, then so be it. You sat beside him, keeping watch as the snow continued to fall outside, a quiet reminder that even as big and strong as Tim was, he was still just as vulnerable to the cold as anyone else.

-

As the hours passed, Tim drifted off into a hazy state of staring at the fireplace, his breathing rough and uneven. The man didn’t sleep—he never did—but right now you really wish he would. You stayed by his side though, curled up next to him and monitoring his every cold chill. 

You couldn’t help but feel a deep ache for him, seeing him like this—so worn down and fragile, yet still trying to be the strong, unbreakable as he always was. He let out a quiet groan as he shifted on the couch, his breath shallow, and for a moment, he barely seemed aware of his own discomfort. You were glad you had lit your fireplace hours before he arrived, the bright glow and gentle cracking of the logs under the flames, the heat radiating well enough to warm the whole house.

You gently touched his arm, trying to stir him from his restless half-awake daze. “Tim, you need medicine,” you said softly, your voice gentle yet firm. "You're burning up, and I need to make sure you don’t have a fever.”

Tim’s dark eyes blinked with confusion, and for a moment, he looked disoriented (meaning he was so far in the pits of his mind that there was no telling how disassociated he had become just from sitting here). The firelight danced on his tired face, casting soft shadows over the sharp lines of his features. “I’m fine,” he muttered hoarsely, but the words were weak, lacking the usual conviction. He barely had the strength to lift his head as he tried to wave you off. “I don’t need any medicine. Just a little rest.”

You frowned, your hand resting lightly on his forehead, the heat radiating from his skin like a warning. He was dangerously close to a fever, and no matter how much he fought it, he needed help. He just couldn’t see it. “I’m not asking,” you said softly, brushing back the damp strands of his hair. “A little rest won’t hold out.”

You wondered how Masky was taking the whole ordeal. You decided if his host was sick and weak, the alter probably wouldn’t want to front in such an unprefferable state. 

Tim didn’t argue this time, his eyes flickering with mental strain. He let out a small sigh as you stood and walked into your bathroom, the quiet sound of your movements a comfort to him in the midst of his foggy, feverish haze. You pulled out the small bottle of medicine from the cabinet, one you always kept stocked for moments like these—when he pushed himself too far, too hard, until his body couldn’t keep up with the strain. This wasn’t the first time he had stumbled into your home due to his ailments, and you were very sure it wouldn’t be the last.

You returned to the couch with the bottle and a glass of water, gently helping Tim sit up, his body unsteady as you supported him. His gaze met yours, conflicted, but he didn’t argue. You could see how much he wanted to be strong, to be the one taking care of everything, but right now, he needed someone to take care of him. And you were more than willing to be that person.

“Drink this,” you urged softly, holding the glass to his lips. “It’ll help bring your fever down. You’re not going anywhere until it does.”

He hesitated, eyes narrowing in that familiar stubborn way, but the trembling in his hands gave him away. With a heavy sigh, he took the glass from you and swallowed the medicine in a few quick gulps. He winced, but when he set the glass down, his gaze softened, a brief flicker of gratitude in his tired eyes.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled, brushing a gentle hand over his shoulder, offering the smallest of comforts as he settled back against the couch.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you replied quietly. “Just rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”

Tim’s lips parted as if he wanted to say more, but his exhaustion overtook him, his body sinking back into the softness of the cushions, his glazing over once more against the firelight. You didn’t need him to say anything. You could feel the weight of his gratitude, the trust he placed in you without saying a word.

You moved to the kitchen again. His body was still weak, but it needed fuel to help fight off the cold and the fever. You knew he wouldn’t ask for a meal, never would. But you also knew he needed it. You’d learned long ago that showing care was sometimes the quietest, most effective way to love him—through the meals you made, the medicine you administered, the silent acts of kindness that spoke louder than words ever could.

But, a bowl of soup would have to do for right now.

The smell of broth began to fill the house, a gentle, soothing scent that would help settle Tim’s stomach once he slowly phased back to reality. You checked on him every few minutes, ensuring he stayed warm, covering him with an extra blanket when you noticed him shiver. His breath was a little steadier now, the worst of the fever easing off, and the signs of his discomfort had lessened just enough for him to be able to relax. 

You made sure to brew a pot of fresh coffee, too. That breakfast brew he seemed to enjoy so much, the smell wafting through the house and silently altering the man. 

Finally, when the soup was ready, you returned to him, holding the bowl and mug in your hands and a small spoon at the ready. He looked up at you, his eyes soft, tired but grateful. You helped him sit up once more, this time offering him the warm, comforting food he needed to heal.

“You’ve got to eat something,” you said gently, pressing the spoon into his hand. “You need your strength.”

Tim took the spoon and scooped a small portion of the soup, eating slowly, savoring the warmth it brought to his cold body. Each spoonful was another step toward recovery, and with each one, he seemed to relax just a little bit more, the tension in his shoulders easing as he let you care for him. He took gentle sips of the coffee, the taste seeming to steady him better than the tea had earlier, the tension lines in his face finally evening out.

When the bowl was empty, you set it aside and brushed your fingers through his hair again, a tender gesture. “Better?”

He gave a small nod, his eyes now fully closed, his body finally beginning to give in to the warmth and the comfort you’d provided. He didn’t speak, but his hand found yours, gripping it loosely, a silent thanks for everything you had done.

“Need anything else?” You brushed his cheek, the stinging warmth still hot on his skin, but evidently cooler than it had been. He scanned your face for a moment, dark eyes roaming over features he had studied a thousand times, but finally had an answer.

“I’ve got a cig pack in my jacket…” The way his eyebrows twinged upwards gave you all the hint you needed, a small chuckle rising from his chest. You slid over to the door where he had discarded his jacket, rummaging through compartment pockets that held tool knives or bullet casings, but finally landing on the half-empty carton of cigarettes, his lighter tucked neatly inside. You picked out one, lighter in hand as you sat back on the couch.

Tim went to reach for the thing before you shook your head, holding the orange end to his lips with a small smile. He took the cig, your hand following and cupping over the end as you flicked his lighter to a spark, lighting the end. It smoldered, smoke slowly rising from the stick and into the air of your house. You would worry about the smell later.

A deep breath in and you could phsyically see the tension in his shoulders loosen.

This went on for the rest of the night, the slow rotation between cigarettes and refilled cups of coffee as you stayed by his side, arms latched around his own as your head rested on his shoulder.

He slowly shed the blankets, too, the sunlight break finally hitting over the horizon and filtering into your living room. By the time his fever was gone (broken in one night out of pure stubbornness), you were quietly snoring beside him, body curled up under his arm.

He took the time to carry you to your bedroom, slotting you under the covers with numerous gentle kisses across your cheeks. He cleaned the living room and kitchen, washing the bowl and mugs he had dirtied and sorting them away, making sure to tidy everything as the early hours of the morning rolled around. 

He was there to make you food when you finally woke up, returning every favor you had offered the night before. You found yourself at his side on the couch again, watching the snow in the daylight.

You stayed by his side, your presence a quiet promise that you would always be there to take care of him, just as he had always done for you.

In the warmth of your home, surrounded by the gentle sounds of his steady breathing and the comforting scent of the meal he had made, everything felt like it was exactly where it needed to be. You didn’t need words to say it—your love for each other was already in everything you did.

Thanks for reading!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[creepy-friday]

Masterlist

Creepypasta

New Year Headcanons

Toughts

Toughts/Masky

Grinny and Smile

A small fanfiction/fem!proxy

Toughts/Zalgo 1

Toughts/Zalgo 2

Nurse Ann

Small Mansion Headcanons

Toughts on the fem!proxy for every creep of the mansion

More fem!proxy headcanons

Jane stealing Jeff's lover

Mansion Headcanons

Newbie Female Proxy

Life as the fem!proxy

Toughts on Tim

Jeff x Reader[Angst]

Eurovision Crack

Jeff x Reader[More Angst]

Jeff Toughts

Slenderman's daughter

Slenderman's daughter and his proxies

Pregnancy

Cuddle headcanons

Slenderman's daughter origin

Residents headcanons

Tough maid reader

Maid reader

Brian toughts

Masky and fem!proxy moment

Cheating reader

Masky nsfw

Poly relationship with the proxies

Dead fem!proxy

NSFW headcanons for the proxies

Reciprocated feelings

EJ x demon hunter reader

Falling in love

Hoodie nsfw

Life as a female proxy

Toby Headcanons 1

Toby Headcanons 2

Jeff Headcanons

Liu Headcanons

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

Zalgo

Jeff and Ben Headcanons

Cody/X-Virus

Nina Headcanons

Jason/Candy Pop/The Puppeteer

Creepypasta ladies x reader

Female Proxy Description

Boyfriend to Death

Strade Headcanons

Hazbin Hotel

Cenobite Reader

Alastor x Wife!Reader

Dead by daylight

Frank Morrison

Creepypasta mains

[shanxpennywise]

My Favourite Villains Part 1 - 7 Art Dump (Old Art.)

Villains~

Pennywise (1990)

Pennywise (2017)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Dr Kamikazi (Robotboy)

Chucky (Child's Play)

Fats (Magic)

Billy (Dead Silence)

N-Gin (Crash Bandicoot)

Hypno (Creepypasta)

King Dice (Cuphead)

Baldi (Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning.)

Zander (Dinosaur King)

Gideon (Gravity Falls)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Penguin (The Batman: Animated Series)

Dr Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Mad Mod (Teen Titans)

Defoe (Huntik: Seekers and Secrets)

Little Ogre (Soul Eater)

Dr Phineus Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue)

Dr Calico (Bolt)

Purple Guy (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Mandark (Dexter's Laboratory)

Evil Rick (Rick and Morty)

Mad Hatter (Batman: Animated Series)

The Major (Hellsing Ultimate)

Danzo (Naruto Shippuden)

Vector (Despicable Me)

Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls)

Frollo (Hunchback of Notredame)

Cedric (Sofia the First)

King Candy (Wreck it Ralph)

Gallaxhar (Monsters VS Aliens)

Jack Spicer (Xaolin Showdown)

Jeffery Hawk (Dead by Daylight)

Akainu (One Piece)

Dr.Maniac (Goosebumps.)

Unwanted House Guest (Creepypasta/Meme.)

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth.)

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs.)

Syndrome (The Incredibles.)

Dr Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog.)

Maxie (Pokemon.)

Captain (Armando) Salazzar (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man Tells No Tales.)

The Look-See (Crypt TV's The Look-See.)

Kureo Mado (Tokyo Ghoul.)

Drei (Hiiro No Kakera.)

W.D. Gaster (Undertale.)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street.)

Drago Bludvist (How to Train Your Dragon.)

Claude Faustus (Black Butler.)

Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2.)

John Bacchus (Future Diary.)

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach.)

Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter.)

Tighten (Megamind.)

2nd Dimension Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb: The Movie.)

Dr.Octopus (Spiderman 2.)

Squilliam (Spongebob Squarepants.)

Mr.Chuckle Teeth (The X-Files.)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta.)

Weevil Underwood (YU-GI-OH!)

Dr.Herman Carter (Dead By Daylight.)

Babadook (The Babadook.)

The Child Catcher (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.)

Colonel Muska (Studio Ghibli's Laputa Castle.)

Ghetsis (Pokemon.)

The Crooked Man (The Conjuring 2.)

Crocodile (One Piece.)

Danny Dickens (Angels Of Death.)

Kabuto (Naruto Shippuden.)

Yami Marik (YU-GI-OH!)

Byakuran Katekyo (Hitman Reborn.)

Jason The Toymaker (Creepypasta.)

Slenderman (Slenderman: The Movie.)

Igor Neuhaus (Blue Exorcist.)

Captain Kuro (One Piece.)

Guzma (Pokemon.)

Mr.Wood (Goosebumps.)

Professor Venomous (OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes.)

Lyle Tiberius Rourke (Atlantis.)

Faba (Pokemon.)

Petrel (Pokemon.)

Cyrus (Pokemon.)

Lysandre (Pokemon.)

Arlo (Pokemon.)

Evil Dr Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue.)

Papillon (Buso Renkin.)

The Joker (Batman: Animated Series.)

Mr X (Resident Evil.)

Foolscap (Dinosaur King.)

Giovanni (Pokemon.)

Tamatoa (Moana.)

The Toymaker (Harmony & Horror.)

Jean-Louise Bonaparte (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Benson (Toy Story 4.)

Ed (Dinosaur King.)

Mr Burns (The Simpsons.)

Victor (Boruto.)

Beppi The Clown (Cuphead.)

Scud (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie: Pyramid Of Light.)

Sordward (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sheildbert (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sakutaro Morishige (Corpse Party.)

Mr Hook (MAR.)

Malvolio (Twelfth Night Manga.)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan.)

John Ratcliffe (Pocahontas.)

Fagin (BBC's Oliver Twist.)

Jack Randall (Outlander.)

Waluigi (Mario.)

The Toad (Flushed Away.)

Gnauss Wisden (NiNoKuni.)

Orochimaru (Naruto.)

Braz D. Blood (Blood Lad.)

Douman Ashiya (Tokyo Ravens.)

Shidou Dairenji (Tokyo Ravens.)

Dr. Yung (Pokemon: The Mastermind Of The Mirage Pokemon.)

Mr Big (Michael Jackson's Moonwalker.)

Grings Kodai (Pokemon: Zoroark: Master Of Illusions.)

Dick Dastardly (Scooby Doo Movie.)

Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist.)

Hidan (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mandrake (Earwig And The Witch.)

Murder The Clown (Goosebumps.)

Kai Chisaki (My Hero Academia.)

The Grabber (The Black Phone.)

The Gold Watcher (Dark Deception.)

Miroku Yukihiko (Get Backers.)

Sartorius Kumar (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Schneizel El Britannia (Code Geass.)

Chairman Rose (Pokemon SWSH.)

Koichi Shidou (Highschool Of The Dead.)

The Riddler (Assault On Arkham.)

Sugou Nobuyuki (Sword Art Online.)

The Handsome Young Man (A Tale Dark & Grimm.)

The Pied Piper (Shrek 4.)

Aizen Sosuke (Bleach.)

Demiurge (Overlord.)

I plan on drawing more of my favourite villains at some point.

[13tinysocks]

A nonexhaustive list of creepypasta x reader ideas ive had over the years and will never write. Please feel free to steal them and write them.

Red Eye

Coffee shop + slender mansion au. Yn is a lone night shift barista. The creepypasta(s) of your choice comes in every night for a red eye right before closing. Gotta fuel up before chasing down idiots who wandered in the woods. 

 Anyone whos worked customer service has felt a little homicidal before. After weeks of dealing with a shitty customer who management has done nothing about, yn takes matters into their own hands. By smashing their head in with a stovetop expresso maker. The creepypasta sees this though yn is unaware. Expecting them to be like any other human, the pasta thinks the next time the shop’s open yn wont be there. They’ll probably turn themselves in. Whatever.

But there’s no break in business for investigation and yns working there the next night. Upon realizing yn cleaned up the scene and is going on like nothing happened, the pasta’s interest is thoroughly peaked. Especially when another shithead customer gets brained a few weeks later. Realizing there’s a new serial killer in town, the pasta is more than interested but infatuated. 

Dead by Daylight

Slender mansion au + Splendorman

Slenderman had proxies that hunted and killed but what about Splendorman? Had always been the opposite of his stuffy older brother. When visiting after his domain collapses, he brings along his proxies. To which slender’s housemates/proxies were unaware existed. 

Splendor’s proxies are different. They don’t kill to feed him. They survive to feed him. Splendor puts them in near constant mortal peril for his own entertainment and sustenance. Be it randomly spawning them in the wilderness, sending random attackers after them, or straight up slicing off limbs. Most of his proxies don’t last a week. But yn has for years. Grizzled and exhausted, yn is a ruthless survivalist. They to keep the others alive but those stupid assholes never listen. There’s maybe one or two other proxies but they’re just this weeks cannon fodder. 

Splendor convinces Slender to let their proxies play. AKA “Hey! Your proxies should hunt mine down and try to kill them! Who ever has the best proxies wins this (slenders domain). Wouldn’t that be funny!” Except the game is contained to be only inside the vast slender mansion. 

Fun dynamics ensue. Cat and mouse. Splendor has a time out twice a day for a few minutes. Which really makes things awkward when a pasta is about to kill yn and they have to let them go because breaking the rules on their end means death. Ensue awkwardly eating lunch in the same room after trying to kill eachother. Okay, time outs over. Yns already gone. 

A rivalry esc romance blossoms from there. They def hatefuck. 

Meat Is Me

EJ x reader

Life hadn’t gone the way you wanted. Now you were working as a mortuary assistant. Work was gruesome but not that bad. Until money gets tight at work and you’re alone, finishing cleaning up after the boss went home. Strange people come into the mortuary, family, with fists full of cash to spend just another hour with their loved one alone.

Afterward, you don’t think that was a family member but you’ve made one month’s rent in a single night. He keeps coming back. He tells other freaks. They come in the night when you’re alone. You have to hide the things they do to the bodies from your boss. Sometimes they take pieces. But at least your pockets are well lined. It was almost worth it until he came in.

He hid his face. You thought he was more shameful than the other necro-freaks. When you go to check on the body after he’s had his time with it. Fuck. He’d re-opened the chest cavity you so skillfully sewn shut post-autopsy. Everything was fucking gone. Worst of all? He skipped on paying you.

You manage to hide it from the boss. But he keeps coming back. He keeps taking more and more. You can’t go to the cops about him skimping your cash, you weren’t doing the most legal shit either. But you were too pussy to do anything about it. Especially after you walked in on one of his sessions and found a gray-fleshed monster eating strings of tendon from the body. 

How the hell are you going to get out of this one? 

The Archive

Just a magnus archive au where yn is John and the creepypastas are the fears. Think about it ok.

[orionlain]

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💌

call me orion , tumblr inbox always open for suggests, and requests. however i may not respond to all of them! i mostly post writing, one shots, and smut.

horror multifandom: creepypasta, fnaf, slashers, dead by daylight.

𝐟𝐧𝐚𝐟:

william afton x reader:

girlfriend no, wife (oneshot) - link

wife, no girlfriend (chapters) - pt 1 link, pt 2 link

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚:

slenderman x reader:

playing with food (oneshot) - link

𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐝𝐛𝐝:

ghostface x reader:

your biggest fan (oneshot) - link

[krypticcafe]

❧ Customer Service Policy

aka The Rules

As much as we love our beloved customers, this cafe is a one-man crew and to make sure the place doesn't burn down and ruin things for everyone, we have our own rules and regulations regarding special orders along with some guidance for the lost.

Many thanks, ✎ Kryptid

❧ Before You Order:

I will do a max of 10 characters for headcanons or fics per request, but you may request more in another one. Depending on the request, I might take out characters or make a second part.

I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.

Readers are automatically written gender-neutral unless requested otherwise.

I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.

Poly ships are more than welcome! Please state if it is poly, because I will assume you want them all separately.

I will not always accept requests. I write on my own schedule.

If you want a specific kind of reader, please directly state so, such as gender, assigned sex, and/or pronouns. For example,

May I have a transmasc reader with König?

Can I get Din Djarin smut with an amab reader with they/them pronouns?

Can you do Ghost x fem!reader?

I would love to request a könig/horangi/masc reader please!

Remember, it's better to be super specific than super vague for the best customer satisfaction.

✅️Will Write✅️

Polyamory/Open Relationships

Smut (certain kinks and within reason)

Mild Dub-con (depends heavily on request)

Platonic Relationships

Sibling/Related Readers

Child/Younger Reader

AUs

Comfort/Trauma Fics

Readers of all genders, backgrounds, etc

Dark/Psychological Fics (within reason)

Dead Dove (depending)

Half-Humans/Humanoids

Robots/Mechs

Light A/B/O

❌️Won't Write❌️

Explicit or Graphic Non-con/R*pe Smut

Dark/Psychological fics glorifying actions

B*astiality

P*dophilia

Inc*st

Certain Fetishes

Real People

Pregnancy

A/B/O Mpreg

❧ Flavors:

✎﹏Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley ('09 & '22)

John "Soap" MacTavish ('09 & '22)

Captain John Price ('09 & '22)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ('22)

König

Stray/Hound ('09 & '22)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Sebastian Krueger

Nikto

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Keegan P. Russ

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

✎﹏Slashers/Dead By Daylight

Ghostface (films)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/DBD!Ghostface

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Michael Myers (films, DBD)

Pyramid Head (games, DBD)

Bubba Sawyer (films, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Anna/Huntress

Wraith/Philip Ojomo

Legion/Frank Morrison

Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

Sally Smithson/Nurse

✎﹏Star Wars

Poe Dameron

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stormtroopers

✎﹏Marvel

Sam Wilson/Captain America/Falcon

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

T'Challa/Black Panther

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Gamora

Mantis

Nebula

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Moon Knight

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Eddie Brock/Venom

✎﹏Marble Hornets/Slenderverse

Masky/Tim Wright

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Kate the Chaser

Slenderman

all rights reserved © krypticcafe, all fanfiction belongs to me and should not be copied, edited, published, sold, or translated without permission. all characters belong to their respective fandoms and creators.

[kyojikamiya]

18+. indie kyoji kamiya of atlus’ hellnight / dark messiah. a prolific serial killer in tokyo.

open to all genres & crossovers. multi-verse & multi-ship. some verses include resident evil, dead by daylight, silent hill, the x-files.

          rules.    about.   lore.   verses.  

[la2yn0va]

REQUEST—CLOSED

Things about me.

I don’t mind nor care to write about sex/18+ things, besides orgies, threesomes is the max I’d do.

I like writing yandere characters, hate writing a Yandere reader.

I will only write for Male Readers cause we boys are fuckin’ neglected in this application.

I WILL NOT write for the following: pedophilia, age gaps, age regression, scat, waterspouts, zoophilia, musk.

What I write for (as of now)

Marvel Rivals

Resident Evil

Blue Lock

Sonic The Hedgehog

Dead By Daylight

Masterlist

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Dead by Daylight:

Fanboy M!Reader x Killers (Ghostface, Sadako, Amanda, Pyramid Head)

Jeff the killer Concept

Slenderman (The Myth) killer concept

Springtrap (The Attraction) Killer Concept/Early guess

Jurassic World Chapter Concept

Dexter Chapter Concept

Star Wars Chapter Concept

Honkai Star Rail:

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male Reader

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male Reader P.t. 2

Your new life - Stellaron hunter Sunday (M!Reader)

Ruan Mei x Male Reader — Oblivious Crush

Yandere Astral Express x Male Reader Headcanons

Friends…? — Feixiao, Jiaoqiu, Moze, male reader

Friends…? (Part 2)

Friends…? (Part 3)

Friends…? (Part 4)

Yandere High Cloud Quintets x Stubborn!Male Reader

Yandere Alphabet — Feixiao, Jingliu, Luocha, Dr. Ratio

A Generals Obsession — Yandere Feixiao x Male Reader

Battle Hungry Crush — Yandere Feixiao, Jingliu, Kafka x Male Reader

Geniuses Desires — Yandere Herta, Ratio, Ruan Mei x Male Reader

(Creative title here) — Robin, Black Swan, Sparkle x Male Reader

Imprisoning Malice — Yandere Feixiao, lingsha, Jingliu x male reader

Love and Pain — Yandere Feixiao, Yukong, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Jingliu x Male Reader

A Kitsune’s Desire — Yandere Feixiao x Kitsune male reader — nsfw

Neglectful Desires — Feixiao x Male Reader

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male reader who doesn’t care about life

Crazed Deprivation— Feixiao x Male Reader

Saving what’s broken — Feixiao x Male Reader

Payback Sex — Dom!Feixiao x Male Reader

General Yandere Feixiao Headcanons

Girlfriend Rappa Headcanons

Love at first sight — Rappa x Male Reader

Loving Scolding — Feixiao x Male Reader

Self-Aware HSR:

Streamer Male Reader Part 1

Streamer Male Reader Part 2

Streamer Male Reader Part 3

Down bad Streamer Boy x Blade and Jade

Inexperienced Male Reader x Kafka, Jingliu, Acheron, Black Swan

Self-Aware Tingyun worshiping reader

yandere astral express x male reader x yandere stellaron hunters

Yandere Jingliu X male reader X yandere Acheron—Rivalry

Self aware au Feixiao x male reader — Simping

Self aware HSR—Readers past (GODS/‘their grace)

Apathy Bias — Apathetic Reader with favoritism

Abandoned

A gods healing — Male Reader with 8 pure white wings that heal anything

A creators ‘children’ — Male reader as the aeons ‘Parent’

Self Aware HSR rules/guidelines by the IPC P.t. 2

Roommate interrupting the stream

Blue Lock

Jealous Crush — Chigiri

Blue Lock and Sonic Characters And their HSR gameplay style

Destroying Remnants — Rin Itoshi Smut

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Acradelius "Kinktober" (2022) Masterlist!

(posted from mobile, sorry for the weird format)

As stated above, this is my current Masterlist for this year's Kinktober writing event! Now, because this is my first year participating in Kinktober it's not going to be exactly like the usual Kinktober type of posts. Down below you can find the fandoms and characters that I'm going to be writing about, and then possibly what the story is going to be featuring or focused around. Some are to be determined, as I'm not sure what exactly to write about them. Suggestions are welcome!

(IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ!)

- For those who have noticed, I do have Offenderman from the Creepypasta fandom in this list. I DO NOT USE THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT OF OFFENDERMAN! The version of Offenderman that I use is from my own Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU where he is a hopeless romantic, he's not in any way his original concept.

- Similar to the point above, The Operator from Marble Hornets is also on this list. I'm not necessarily using the original concept of it/him, more using my own version of him from my Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU. In this case, yes it/he does resemble Slenderman, but The Operator is more of a parasitic mimic creature that's looking to manipulate and corrupt other beings in order to gain power.

#1 - (Love, Death + Robots) Alpha!Decker x Alpha!Sobieski x Omega!Reader - [Knotting, Mating]

#2 - (Creepypasta) Slenderman - [Spouse Brat Taming?]

#3 - (General) Demon - [TBD]

#4 - (Love, Death + Robots) Sui - [TBD]

#5 - (Creepypasta) Offender - [Simp, Worship]

#6 - (General) Orc - [Mutual Hookup]

#7 - (Far Cry 5) John Seed - [Confessions]

#8 - (Creepypasta) Lui/Sully - [Jealousy, Competition]

#9 - (Mass Effect) Thane Krios - [Cum Competition, Rivalry]

#10 - (SCP) SCP-106 - [TBD]

#11 - (Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU) "The Operator" - [Corruption]

#12 - (Mass Effect) Urdnot Wrex - [Unrequited Love, Hookup]

#13 - (Dead Space) Regenerator -[Submission Through Overstimulation]

#14 - (SCP) SCP-035 - [Manipulation]

#15 - (Creepypasta) The Bloody Painter - [Love and Paint Birthday Sex]

#16 - (Predator) Yautja - [TBD]

#17 - (Resident Evil) Mr. X - [Sex Replacement]

#18 - (The Evil Within 2) Stefano Valentini - [Looping Sex/Orgasm, Overstimulation]

#19 - (Far Cry 5) Jacob Seed - [Breeding]

#20 - (Dead By Daylight) Oni - [TBD]

#21 - (Mass Effect) Javik - [Breeding, Species Preservation]

#22 - (Mass Effect) Grunt - [Congratulations Sex or "Glad You're Alive" Sex]

#23 - (SCP) SCP-049 - [TBD]

#24 - (Crypt TV) Look-See - [TBD]

#25 - (Far Cry 5) Eli Palmer - (Cucking)

#26 - (Creepypasta) Codi - [Experimental Drugs, Aphrodisiac]

#27 - (Resident Evil) Tyrant 008/013/016 - (Breeding Experiment, Gangbang)

#28 - (Far Cry 5) Joseph Seed - [Vanilla Sex, Praise, Religious Talk]

#29 - (Mass Effect) Garrus Vakarian - [Friends With Benefits, "Cheating"]

#30 - (Resident Evil or Dead By Daylight) Nemesis - [TBD]

#31 - (Mass Effect) Saren Arterius - [Indoctrination, Manipulation]

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💕requests and info!💕

💀 Horror House Discord Server; feel free to join! https://discord.gg/YEqeZm5ekb

💀 I know I had one out already, but I decided to update it! I didn't know how to write some characters I had down, and so I'm updating this lol

💜 Characters and What I'm Willing to Write:

Dead by Daylight:

💀 Killers: Albert Wesker, Ghostface, Huntress, The Legion (all of them), Nurse, Oni, The Shape, Pig, Plague, Pyramid Head, Trapper, Trickster--if you don't see who you'd like on the list, send a request and I can try my best<3 Survivors: I basically write for all survivors!

Slashers:

💀 Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Bubba Sawyer, Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends), Ghostface (Billy, Stu, or poly!), Lester Sinclair, Michael Myers (Rob Zombie, 1978, and our beloved peepaw), Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt

Creepypasta:

💀Ben, Tobi, Slenderman, Jeff, Liu, Masky, Hoodie, Dark Link, LJ, EJ, (for now, I’ll probably add onto this once i’m more comfortable with writing for the characters!)

What I Will Write:

💀Headcanons, NSFW, Oneshots/shorts, SFW-I also write x fem!reader, x!pregnant reader, x male!reader, and x gn!reader—they’re also tagged accordingly too!💜

What I WON'T Write:

💀 I*cest, R*pe, P*dophilia, anything potentially triggering for anyone!

❗️minors don’t interact! stuff i reblog may be suggestive❗��

**if there are any questions, don't be afraid to ask me, my loves!**

[samicakes-exe]

Character List 2.0

𝙷𝚒𝚒!! 𝙰𝚑𝚑!!! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚠𝚊𝚑 <𝟹   

𝙼𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝:

Slasher-wise－

Thomas Hewitt 

Bubba Sawyer 

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher

Micheal Meyers (peepaw)

Bo Sinclair 

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Charles Lee Ray (chucky but human, im not writing doll smut wtf)

Billy Lenz 

Tiffany Valentine

Dead by Daylight-wise－ (Still iffy on these i dunno)

Evan Macmillan (Trapper)

Kazan Yamaoka (Oni)

Joey (Legion)

Frank (Legion)

Herman Carter (Doctor)

Ji-Woon Hak (Trickster)

Creepypasta-wise－

Jeff the killer 

Laughing Jack

Slenderman

Eyeless Jack 

Masky 

Hoodie

Ben drowned (write him like a 23 year old don't worry my guys)

My OC’s-wise－

lol u thought... unless??

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎:

Fluff, Smut, a lil angst, and just little headcannons. 

I am still a horror writer so I will be posting more short horror stories so be expecting those. Maybe I’ll even include my ocs with the x reader stuff?

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎:

Rape is a hard no no for me. I will write dub-con. I will only write consensual non consent if i write a scene where the parties both consent to it. 

Scat and piss is not for me so I wont write it.

I wont write scenes where a character dies or cheats I dunno why peeps like it but ya’know Im not gonna judge.

I will not write anything with the reader getting beat or abused by their partner of choice, accidentally is fine on purpose isnt.

Incest or pedophile shit like no wtf stop it pls

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕���� 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔!

𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕! <𝟹

𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔-𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚕𝚘𝚕

<𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 <𝟹 

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Characters and Request Info

Please Specify in your request for characters that are also in Dead By Daylight if you want your request to take place in that universe

All characters are aged up to 18 in my writing if they were not already

Only 5 characters per ask please

Italicized characters are favorites of mine, requests for them are especially welcome

Slashers

Bubba Sawyer

Michael Myers

Freddy Krueger (Original and New Nightmare, specify for New Nightmare)

Brahms Heelshire

Amanda Young

Carrie White (1976)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

The Collector

Billy Lenz (1974)

Pennywise (2017)

Conner Rijkers

Jen Rijkers

Harper Alexander

Mayor Buckman

Final Girls/Boys

Nancy Thompson

Quentin Smith

Sydney Prescott

Ash Williams

Dead By Daylight Killers

The Huntress

The Doctor

The Ghost Face

The Legion (all members, make sure to specify)

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Nea Karlsson

Jeff Johansen

Meg Thomas

Kate Denson

Creepypasta/Slenderverse/SCP

Jeff the Killer

Slenderman

Masky

Jane the Killer

Smile Dog

Eyeless Jack

SCP-1471

Other Characters

Sans (Undertale)

Undyne (Undertale)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Burgerpants (Undertale)

Grillby (Undertale)

Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Nightvale)

Kevin (Welcome to Nightvale)

Diego Strex (Welcome to Nightvale Fannon)

Kyo Usui (Black Bird)

Sho Usui (Black Bird)

Shuhei Kuzunoha (Black Bird)

Zenki (Black Bird)

Kensuke Dodoji (Black Bird)

Buzen (Black Bird)

Jason Dean (Heathers)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story)

Misty Day (American Horror Story)

Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

GraveRobber (Repo!)

Pavi Largo (Repo!)

Amber Sweet (Repo!)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

L (Death Note)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko)

ZiM (Invader ZiM)

Tak (Invader ZiM)

Adult!Dib Membrane (Invader ZiM)

Adult!Gaz Membrane (Invader ZiM)

Johnny C. (JtHM)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

What I'll write

Headcanons

Ficlets/Imagines

Oneshots

Polyamory

I'll do SFW and NSFW (tagged with n/sfw)

I'll write most kinks (I won’t write scat or watersports)

I’ll write gore, torture, cannibalism, and necrophilia all will be tagged accordingly 

I will write dubcon and it will be tagged as d/ubcon.

I will not write

P*dophilia 

Incest

Stuff related to maternity and parenting (I'm one of the youngest in my family and have chosen to be child free so I just can't do it justice)

Probably not willing to write about self harm except for recovery but that depends on the request, feel free to send it my way.

Character X Character ( I only write X Readers or general headcanons, with the exception of poly stuff)

[shanxpennywise]

My Dead By Daylight Killer Wishlist:

Pennywise (IT: Both 1990 & 2017),

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beggining),

Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2),

Chris Walker (Outlast 1),

Father Loutermilch Demon (Outlast 2),

Franco Barbi (Outlast Trials),

Art The Clown (Terrifier),

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal Lecter),

Purple Guy (FNAF),

The Grabber (The Black Phone),

Slenderman (Slenderman),

The Crooked Man (The Conjuring 2),

Slappy The Dummy (Goosebumps),

Mr X (Resident Evil),

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th),

Regan/Pazuzu (The Exorcist),

Senator Armstrong (Metal Gear Rising),

The Babadook (The Babadook)

Baldi (Baldi's Basics. Yes, I would actually love that as there was originally going to be a teacher killer in DBD but they axed it for some reason),

The Golden Watcher (Dark Deception),

Jeepers Creepers (Jeepers Creepers),

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine),

Mr Chuckle Teeth (The X-Files),

Brahms (The Boy.)