#what do you even tag for creepypasta anymore?

[localtelephonebooth]

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

[sonknuxadow]

i dont even know enough about what people are doing with sonic.exe these days to have an actual opinion on the concept itself but wow am i tired of it flooding sonic tags on like every site I DONT CAREEEEEEEE

[horrortember]

Calling all lovers of darkfic, grimdarks, creepypastas, and scary stories! I had yet to see a monthly writing event themed around horror, so I made one! The event will occur in September, so you have plenty of time to get ready.

If you feel like participating, tag your fills with #horrortember2024, and I'll reblog as many as I can! Fanfic is strongly encouraged, but original fiction is accepted as well. And, depending on how many people join, I'll post a list of completionists or participants at the end of the month!

A written list of prompts is under the cut:

1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

6. WHAT HAVE I DONE: losing memories, possession, cursed

7. DREAMLESS SLEEP: sick, survivor, injury

8. NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME: cannibalism, eaten alive, maggots

9. HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE RABBIT IN THE MOON: meta, cosmic horror, forbidden knowledge

10. WE DIDN’T GO IN THERE ALONE: hunted, solitary, darkness

11. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME FOREVER: obsession, yandere, overpowering emotions

12. I WEEP AND SAY GOODNIGHT, LOVE, AS MY ORGANS PACK IT IN: doomsday, apocalypse, certain death

13. WHAT DO YOU KNOW: nightmare, prophecy, inevitable

14. I CAN MAKE THE WORLD SEEM SLOW: polaroid, motel, record player

15. DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE: doll, reflection, facet

16. NEVER SHALL WE DIE: immortality, decay, cyclical

17. WHAT DID YOU BURY BEFORE THOSE HANDS PULLED ME FROM THE EARTH: oops, self-made monster, playing god

18. SHE’LL SAY SHE LOVES YOU, EVEN THOUGH SHE ONLY WANTS TO STEAL YOUR SOUL: haunting the narrative, inseparable, devotion

19. ARE YOU ALIVE, AM I AWAKE: chills, hallucinations, paranoia

20. IN THE RED, YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD: hunger, craving, unconventional needs

21. HOW DO I BREAK YOU BEFORE YOU BREAK ME: unreliable narrator, serial killer, manipulation

22. THERE IS NO END: help isn’t coming, final girl, trauma

23. LIFE CAN BE LIKE A DREAM: gone wrong, descent into madness, distrust

24. HEAR THEM LAUGHING UNDERNEATH: hollow, below the surface, remnants

25. I’LL SAY GOODBYE SOON: timeloop, lesson learned, consequence

26. NO CURE IS COMING NEAR: animals, rabies, primal fears

27. WHY DON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE: hanahaki, soulmates, trope inversion

28. AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING UNTIL HE CRACKED HIS JAW: butterflies, roses, sunshine

29. WHERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME: man-made, perfection, out of place

30. YOU ARE CALLED TO THE TREES: climb, descend, mass migration

[violetstormms]

FNAF Sun and Moon x yn Fic List Update

This is update 1 for my FNAF Sun and Moon x yn fic list. www.tumblr.com/violetstormms/710457016218435584/sunmoon-fnaf-fanfic-recommendation-list?

As always look at the tags and read at your own discretion as while I will try not to include explicit material in this list, the stories can contain other mature content. If you want to see future updates to this list feel free to follow the “Violetstormm fic list updates” tag

When I have more time I will also be adding fics from my mermay list as well just to have everything in one place. The list will still be left up though as people seem to like that one.

Change: old vers Heart, Mind & Soul by SmolShampoo updated to new version.

+All Around the Mulberry Bush by Chaussette_et_Chaussures

archiveofourown.org/works/38251879/chapters/95575312

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun

POP! Goes the weasel.

The Fazbear corporation has always been surrounded by dark rumors, so was every other heavy hitter in the entertainment industry. Conspiracy theories and creepypastas abound. But when you took a job working as a repair technician, it slowly becomes more and more clear as to why you're the only one anymore. And in the dark crypt-like atmosphere of parts and services, you can't help but wonder if there isn't some grain of truth to everything you've heard.

(Please mind the tags)

`The Unseen Friend by EllaspenFrost

archiveofourown.org/works/47726713/chapters/120307615

"The pizzeria's extensive dark past was lost to almost everyone...

Not you.

A ghost knows all the dirty secrets of its final resting place."

You are the pizzaplex's resident spirit. You were there when the place was built, and watched events unfold for the unfortunate animatronics that entertained the public. Your favorite animatronic, previously performing in the theater, was re-purposed as a daycare attendant. Though it takes several years, Sun and Moon begin to realize that they were never as alone as they believed. Someone had always been there with them.

*Thing on your swing by SourTomato

archiveofourown.org/works/45595288/chapters/114730450

Yay cheap housing!

Why is it so cheap? Probably has something to do with mushrooms!

~A Song of the Seas by StarForgedStories

archiveofourown.org/works/48452437/chapters/122214820

You don’t know what possessed you to buy that boat. Was it just a whim? A wish for a bit of adventure? To flee from the only life you'd ever known? Or perhaps even the call of something far more alluring than just the sea itself...

The sea has many mysteries within its dark depths and you're going to uncover them, whether you like it or not.

+Golden Midnight by friendcharlie

archiveofourown.org/works/48365224/chapters/121985287

Recovering from severe depression and isolation, you're accepted into a position at the newly rebuilt and remodeled Mega Pizzaplex. You're expecting a tedious and boring customer service job, but after meeting your celestial-themed coworkers, it might be more than you bargained for.

~Crush Depth by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48656851/chapters/122737075

You stare out the forward viewport—the window. The sub’s only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades.

This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.

DCA x Reader (SFW)

~Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48365212/chapters/121985266

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.

But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)

*Celestial Sundown by clutterspace

archiveofourown.org/works/48356314/chapters/121962010#workskin

There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was.

The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.

It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.

It was a god.

────

You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.

+*So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar

archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951

It will take every single sign the universe can throw at you to realize that you are capable of being loved. Specifically, by an animatronic daycare attendant.

Check out @strawbubbysugar on Tumblr for art related to the AU!

[aerodumb]

Wade/Nancy is an artist who's been surrounded by negative opinions. She currently works under the username Grisgrisdoll, but she's widely known as the name that haunts her past, Kastoway.

I've seen many, many accusations being thrown online against this artist, but I noticed that for many people spreading them this knowledge is secondhand. I found her Deviantart account some time after she changed her username to Kastoway in the beginning of 2014 due to my hyperfixation on creepypastas at the time. I never actually followed her, but I visited her account every now and then, so if I missed something important, it was because of that and I will be glad if you tell me. In this post, I'll list the incidents in chronological order *with evidence* and then give my own opinion at the end.

One thing to know about Wade is that she has had many different names and usernames throughout her life. In addition, she is comfortable with people using either "she", "he" or "they" to refer to her. I'll be alternating the pronouns and using both her names.

He was 13 when she created Ticci Toby [1]. He posted her first drawing of him on the 19th of November 2012 on DeviantArt [2] and Toby's origin story one year later on the 23rd of May 2013 [3]. Wade changed the personality of Toby to make him less upbeat, more tragic and more scary. One of the first instances where he showed discomfort with how people portrayed Toby that I remember was in a publication she posted on the last day of 2013 [4]. This situation ended up with a small redesign of Toby on 5th of February 2014 [5].

She took a short break from DeviantArt around July [6]. It was this year when her creepypasta blew up out of proportion. Previously, she had expressed her desire for Toby to only be shipped with another creepypasta character called Clockwork. However, many people didn't like Clockwork and didn't respect this wish, leading her to further getting tired of the creepypasta community. By october of the same year, her Deviantart bio said: "Most people know me as the creator of the creepypasta story "Ticci-Toby"-- which yes I am, but I prefer not to be constantly called out for it nor only recognized or appreciated for it. I do not contribute to the creepypasta fandom anymore so please don't ask me about it. Thank you" [7].

One issue that is frequently overlooked when discussing Wade's actions is her problem with impersonators, as she stated on a status in November [8].

On 14th of December 2014 he made a post trying to solve all the turmoil that had formed because of shipping [9]. He stated that he had asked people not to ship Toby with anyone but Clockwork because that was what he was comfortable with, but he realized that decision was pointless and didn't care at this point. The situation had gone out of control and there were people bashing creators who shipped Toby with others or with their own characters. He apologized to the hurt and asked people to stop the white knighting. In addition, he recognized "I wasn't prepared for my character to become popular on the internet. I really wasn't. I never thought it would happen and I'm still not good at dealing with it. In fact I suck at it, it's true". He was 15 at the moment.

In 2015, they got into Marvel, even having a tumblr blog where she drew Deadpool replying the asks of her followers. At the end of their bio, it could be read: "I will not reply to notes or comments regarding Ticci-Toby or anything Creepypasta related, sorry." [10]. This message was deleted months later, so their profile didn't mention Toby or creepypasta anymore. They kept the folder for her creepypasta drawings in their gallery tagged as "old".

In April 2016, he had to warn the general public that Toby wasn't real and that he was his creator [11]. People had been spreading misinformation, saying that Toby was real or was based on a real person. Wade feared that something like the tragedy of Wisconsin could happen again, it was a serious concern.

In May, Nancy made a post saying that people could still ask her about Toby [12], but later in June that year, she decided to step off the internet with the purpose of trying to improve her life, archiving the majority of her work [13]. Later in 2017, she updated her bio to let people know about her new instagram account where she mostly posts original art. It was at this point when I stopped checking her content completely, as this account, called bonejars at the beginning, was private for a while. She hasn't been very active on DeviantArt apart from the times she announced her podcast.

On the porch: Episode 2, 16 April 2020, started a wave of negativity against them. I didn't watch it at the time and it is now private so I can't say much about it, but they did some clarifications on her instagram stories later. Many users took screenshots of them and they can still be read [14]. In them, Nancy says that they came to terms many years ago with the ships, that they left the fandom because all of the drama made them miserable and that they'd wish Toby to no longer be associated with the creepypasta fandom. Despite this, they don't want people to stop doing what makes them happy, they said they're ok with headcanons and people reinterpreting the character, that they like the fanart as long as people don't profit from it. They said "I know what escapism is like and using fiction to cope with life. I would never wanna take that away from anybody". Later, they had to make further clarifications because people accused them of wanting to take Toby away from the fandom.

On 25 abril 2021, Nancy posted a new redesign of Toby on his Instagram account [15]. This version of him was significantly different from the last one. The character is older, wears different clothes and looks more realistic due to Nancy's art style development. With this design, he looks like a character from a slasher.

Many people weren't pleased with the redesign due to thinking the reason for it was to invalidate the previous one. Consequently, they brought to the surface controversies from the past. Nancy was accused of having supported two controversial figures in the creepypasta community: Laughing Jack's creator Steve Aikins (Snuffbomb) and Sally Williams' creator Shilo (la_mishi_mish).

Steve presumably harassed his ex-girlfriend and talked indecently with several young girls back in 2014 [16]. I haven't found evidence of Wade supporting him and I can't remember exactly what she said. If someone has screenshots of it, I would be grateful.

Shilo used to draw NSFW art of Sally [17]. This character is canonically 8, so she usually aged her up in this kind of content. However, she posted a compilation of sketches depicting Sally and Jeff the Killer having sex in 2015, stating it was ok for them to have intercouse because they were both 13. Shilo was 22 at the time. Several sources indicate that she stopped drawing mature content due to social pressure. Nancy and Shilo follow each other on instagram to this day.

There haven't been more references to Toby on Nancy's part since then.

◇ Ok people, get the pitchforks because now I'm gonna give my opinion!

So, what can we accuse Wade of? Of being an idiot and a hypocrite when he was a teenager, of having bad companies and managing fame poorly. I don't think we can blame them for anything else and feel that a big part of the hate they receive is undeserved.

I think she was a hypocrite because she got angry with an interpretation of Toby that she had at the beginning. What's more, Toby's story uses an interpretation of Slenderman that was invented by the fandom, proxies are not canon. It's like a fanfic of a series inspired by just a couple of photos.

Still following Shilo is yikes. However, we don't really know if they're still close and I'm personally gonna give her the benefit of the doubt. Defending Steve was a bad move, but, as some people have pointed out before, he was a teen when that happened, way younger than Steve and she could have been convinced to think he was innocent. Shilo is older too.

Being that young, she wasn't prepared for facing the bad sides of fame. Ignoring stuff, going radio silent and then saying things in the heat of the moment didn't help her a bit, but it was all that occurred to her at the time. She's tried to explain things in more detail in recent years just to go back to saying as little as possible because at this point, people get angry for whatever she says.

People say they're homophobic. Their instagram account refutes it.

People say he was mean and insulted the fandom. I remember reading a couple of statuses on DA that I thought were insensitive, but that was a long time ago. People grow and he's changed his mind a lot as you can read in his instagram stories. If you say these things referring to the post where he told people Toby wasn't real, I'm sorry, but I think he had all the right to be harsh. People said Slenderman was real, it ended up in a tragedy and now the same things were being said about Toby. Can you imagine how it's to feel you're responsible for someone's death? He was trying to protect people.

People say she went after artists that portrayed Toby in a different way than hers, yet every time she's said something that ended up hurting people, she took responsibility and apologized for it. I don't believe this person could go and directly hurt someone. Remember what I said before about her issues with impersonators and people white knighting? That could be what's happening. Even now she has problems with people pretending they know her, so be careful!

People say they have abandoned the character many times. It's true they've said they didn't want to talk about Toby on four different occasions, but I don't think they did it with that intention. Why did they redesign him then? The design we all know is inevitably tied to the creepypasta community and they want to move on from it, that's why they didn't want to talk about him. Now they made a version of the character that isn't tied to that world, so we have two Tobies, one for them and one for us. I think that's cool!

Many don't like that they can't use the old version to earn money, but I want them to understand that this is a really particular situation. Usually, people making commissions of characters that aren't theirs isn't a problem when the creator is getting money on their own (unless you're Disney, Disney has no chill). This isn't Wade's case, she has never been monetary compensated for creating or drawing Toby and she has the right of choosing not to allow the commercial use of her characters. "Give for free what you were given for free" is a rule that makes sense in this case.

I don't expect anyone to stop disliking Wade, you're free to feel whatever you want, but at least I hope that this post helps people to see that all of this is more dimensional than just "kastoway is evil". At the end of the day, she's just a dude that fucked up many times and I think her experiences can help us to not commit the same errors.

◇ Here you have all the evidence

[1] Wade's age (look at the replies)

[2] First art of Toby

[3] Toby's Origin on Kastoway's DA

[4] Post where Wade complains about the difference between fanon and canon Toby

[5] Updated Toby design

[6] Wade's DA on hiatus

[7] Wade saying he doesn't want to be known just for creating Toby

[8] Wade complaining about impersonators

[9, 11] Nancy clarifying the issues with shipping and people saying Toby was real (look at section "Kastoway and his creation")

[10] Nancy saying he won't reply asks about Toby

[12] Nancy apologizing and saying ask about Toby are welcomed

[13] Nancy announcing her departure

[14] Nancy's deleted instagram stories

[15] Toby's new design

[16] About Laughing Jack's creator

[17] About Sally's Creator

[cryptomiracle]

Yeah I would love to see some headcannons where reader is there little sister with Lyra and Toby, Cody

OHH SORRY I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND LAST TIME LMAO

I didn't get much sleep last night 💀

Ticci toby, x-virus and lyra, headcanons where you're their younger sister.

Warnings: blood, murder, mentions of death, sh, etc

Lyra

Lyra would 100% be over protective of you.

She would try her best to shield you from any danger.

Her and toby would tag team and beat someone up for you lmfao

She's very motherly towards you, Connie is usually busy teaching toby, or cleaning, so lyra was there when she couldn't be.

She cares for you very much.

She LOVES to do your hair, whether it's braids, ponytails, literally anything, she always makes sure your hair looks nice.

When she got her first job, the first thing she bought with her check, was a birthday cake for you.

Lyra enjoyed writing, so she wrote a few poems for you.

She didn't know at the time how much those poems would mean to you.

Toby

You and toby are only a few years apart, he was about 4-5 when you were born, but when you were first born, he was a bit envious of you, because he didn't want to share his mothers attention, but as you two grew up, he didn't feel that way anymore.

When you two were teenagers, you were practically best friends.

You had a tree house in the forest, you, toby, and lyra built over the summer.

You and toby would go out there and listen to music, draw, and just talk about anything until nightfall.

When you told toby about the voices, the dreams, and the things you saw, he was your only comfort.

Which is why when he found you at the tree house, and asked you to run away with him to somewhere "you two would be accepted"

You said yes.

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A quick explanation:

After lyra died, you started having dreams about Slenderman, and hearing voices telling you to go into the forest, and do things, like hurt yourself, or others.

At first you thought the voices were just intrusive thoughts, but then they started to get aggressive.

They'd scream at you, and taunt you.

The dreams eventually turned into lucid dreams, where you'd see Slenderman just standing there, watching you.

You'd start to see things out of the corner of your eye, body parts, like eyes, teeth, and ears would show up in your yard.

You'd wake up with blood on your hands, or cuts and scrapes on your knees and arms.

So by the time toby killed your father, and burnt down the neighborhood, you were in a state of shock, and toby was the only one you thought you could run to.

But you didn't know at the time what he was dragging you into.

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Cody

By the time you met Cody, you had already been a proxy for some time, the same for toby.

You and Cody instantly hit it off, you and him had an "older brother and younger sister" kind of relationship, even before you found out he was your half brother.

having Cody around was like a breath of fresh air.

He actually listened to you, and enjoyed learning about things you like.

Cody loves to show you stuff he made, like the new bacteria he created, or a fungus he grew, etc.

He tries to protect you from the other creepypastas (Jeff and LJ specifically)

He's a horrible cook, but he tries.

One time you two almost burnt down the entire manor trying to bake a cake.

He named his pet chicken after you LMAOO

You and him stay up late at night going on an old horror movie marathons.

Current relationships

After everything that happened, your relationship with toby was.. complicated.

You didn't hate him, and he didn't hate you.

You two just weren't on speaking terms.

You two had a big fight, and after that you two never really talked unless you were on a mission.

But after Cody came along, you and Toby's relationship started to get better.

You two talked more, and started hanging out again.

You were still grieving over lyra, but you were happy you had toby and cody to help you through it all.

Once again, I'm so so sorry I didn't understand the first time.

I hope this one was better than the last!

Ty for reading - M ⁠♡

[ales-ser-known-writing-blog]

Yaaaay~! Intro Post! Intro Post!

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Alestra/Ales [] She/Her, They/Them [] 21

Hey everyone! I'm Alestra/Ales. Welcome to my writing blog! I'm slowly trying to be more active and alive here, as well as post stuff and maybe write things too. It's been forever since I wrote fandom stuff, so I wanna get back into the swing of things!

Before You Follow or Interact!

I dabble in writing content that involves; gore, violence, occasional dead doves, issues in fictional worlds that have paralleles to real-life problems. I will always tag and post content warnings at the start of any post, but if any of these trigger or disturb you, I would suggest not interacting or block the triggering tags for your sake.

Please do not ask me to write sexual requests for minor characters. Incest, p/dophilia, zoophilia are MAJOR no-nos on this blog. I will NOT entertain any requests for them

Racists, transphobes, p/dos homophobes, islamophobes, xenophobes DNI and DNF. Just because a character in a piece of writing behaves in such a way doesn't mean you should emulate it IRL.

Fandoms I do write for:

- Twisted Wonderland (Pls note furthest I've gotten to in the canon story is Chapter 5, so I won't be able to write accurate or detailed stuff pertaining to events in Book 6 and 7!!)

- MILGRAM (I'm down to write anyone and everyone LESSGOOOO)

- Alien Stage (One of the fandoms that I'm new to but I think I have a good grasp on the characters)

-Creepypasta (...sure?? Ig?? Does anyone even follow this anymore)

Requests are Open Currently!

-To submit a request, send me an ask with the fandom of choice and whether its a oneshot or headcanon bullet-points. Headcanon bullet points will be things like XXX reacts to [insert ask scenario here], oneshots will be a short piece of writing.

-This is like an additional add on, but if you have an idea or concept of what the reader insert should be like, do describe them in the ask so we know what we're working with! Also as a bonus specifying female/male/gender-neutral/non-binary if you feel it's relevant to the ask will help a lot in tag organisation! If no specification is given, I default to using they/them for inserts

(Pls note this is my first time writing this sorta stuff so it'll be revised over time tyyyyy)

[papermint-airplane]

People you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @milky-cowplant, @ares-in-a-jar, @stargazer-sims, @weisskralle, and @happy-lemon. I feel the love! 🥰

last song: Blah Blah by Itzy. Their Japanese releases are always so 🔥

favorite color: Red and metallic gold. It's just a coincidence those are Iron Man colors. Total coincidence.

currently watching: At the moment, I am chipping away at a 17 hour Creepypasta iceberg video because it amuses me so much. I love Creepypastas sfm you have no idea. When they're good, they're amazing, but when they're bad, they're hilarious. Either way, it's literally all hits for me, no misses.

last movie: Hmm I don't watch movies much anymore so I think the last one was Across the Spider-verse. I need to carve out a good 12 hours at some point though because I've been dying for an LOTR rewatch. I need 12 uninterrupted hours and a day afterwards for recovery because I know I'm going to cry at the end of Return of the King like I always do and nobody else gets it but it's so bittersweet like I'm only fucking human what do you want from me. And furthermore--

currently reading: Due to my ever-dwindling attention span and stupid ass schedule, I read with my ears. I'm currently listening to Turn of the Screw read by Emma Thompson. The intro is read by Richard Armitage and his voice is like 🥵🥵. Can a voice be a zaddy? Because GOT DANG his voice is radiating zaddy energy. He kept moaning and shit and it was so unnecessary because this story is not like that and I'm like "yesss please keep talking forever". 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory most of the time, sweet sometimes, spicy almost never. I have intestines of glass. 😭

last thing I googled: The difference between inductive and deductive reasoning.

current obsession: Kinda dumb but I'm pretty obsessed with my new Rocketbook. It's a notebook that you can scan and digitize super easily and when you're done, you can use water to erase it and reuse it over and over. It's perfect for my random Sims notes because I can just send them immediately to my Dropbox and then erase it all so I don't have 1, 572, 349, 023 sticky notes all over my damn desk every time I wanna write down a hex code or something. Literally zero paper waste. It's awesome.

currently working on: Still puttering away on my Bachelor story even though I don't think most people really care about it. It still amuses me so I'mma keep posting it until it's done. I have non-Bachelor future plans for Aiden, though. 😈😈😈

Edit: Ya girl forgot to tag people. Still thinking about Richard Armitage, it is not my fault, I cannot be held responsible. I think literally everyone has done this by now but um....I can't think of a single person I follow who hasn't, actually. So...yeah. Ok anyway Ilu bye.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Annual F/O Report Time!

Line up all your main F/O's over the years (From when you were a child to right this moment), and answer these questions in the reblogs:

1. What qualities (Physical, Personality-Wise, Fandom, etc) stayed the same?

2. What qualities changed over the years?

3. Is there an obvious odd ball?

4. Who lasted the longest? How long?

5. Did any overlap?

6. Who did you love the most/who did you have the most fun with, even if you don't feel quite the same about the character anymore?

7. Are they all still comforting to you or do you dislike any nowadays? / How do you feel about them all now?

Mine are below the cut XD

Okay mine have been:

Jafar, Aladdin

Offenderman, Creepypasta

Freddy Krueger, A Nightmare On Elm Street Franchise

Jim Bickerman, Lake Placid Franchise

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1. What qualities (Physical, Personality-Wise, Fandom, etc) stayed the same?: Uhhhhh... 😮‍💨 I don't think I like this game anymore... XDDD They are all very cunning, antagonistic, perverted old bastards.

2. What qualities changed over the years?: I seem to be mellowing out with Jim XD Hopefully XD

3. Is there an obvious odd ball?: Theirs 2! ^^ I'd say Offender is one, because he's the only one fitting into the overtly traditional buff, sexy, charming supernatural archetype (Even if that is traditional... monster-fucker wise XD ). And Jim because he is not, strictly, a villain. He's not great but he's not the worst person ever either like the rest all are (: (: (: Yeah. I'm very pleased with myself for picking him for that reason- XDD 😅😅😅

4. Who lasted the longest? How long?: Freddy! Uh, I only just recently cooled off of him so probably... like... 4 years? Offender is probably just under.

5. Did any overlap?: Yes. Offender and Freddy definitely overlapped, I remember they were at the top my tag list together on my old blog- and Freddy and Jim. For obvious reasons.

6. Who did you love the most/who did you have the most fun with, even if you don't feel quite the same about the character anymore?: Offender... XD I wrote the most fanfiction that I actually loved (And still love), regarding and/or about him and I even finished 2 whole chapter fic's for him! That was amazing! ^^ And I was more squirrelly about him then any of the others 😅 Freddy came close but, you know, he doesn't have abs, so-

7. Are they all still comforting to you or do you dislike any nowadays? / How do you feel about them all now?: Short answer is I still love them all ^^

[the-ark-awaits]

Hello all you may remember me from such bangers as 'show me the proxies in marble hornets' and 'and another thing'

oday um here to talk about how we've fucking regressed as a fandom since creepypasta and marble hornets on ao3 got. presumably merged as a fandom tags bc sorting for exclude crossovers still shows creepypasta fic. in fact doing that just now to confirm this, the very first fic on the list was creepypasta.

so obviously this is a huge pain in the ass for anyone who wants marble hornets fanfic and only marble hornets fanfic. you cant even remove creepypasta fics with exclude crossover, youd have to do it manually with filtering options not everyone knows how to use. and we shouldnt have to yknow? you should be able to go in your fandom tag on ao3 and find only that fandom and crossovers (which should be easily filtered out by exclude crossovers) same as here on tumblr crosstagging is a huge issue but the worst part of it is that the continuous crosstagging in recent years has caused the fandom tags to be merged (not fully as shown by the fact that the numbers for amount of fic in each tag is different) but enough that they're considered the same universe by ao3 which is. blatantly untrue.

creepypasta is a catchall term for internet short stories made by a community, marble hornets is one single webseries online. fuck the creepypasta fandom wouldnt be what it is without huge swaths of shit stolen from marble hornets (like yknow, the pages, the operator symbol, masky and hoodie) but that doesnt mean they are marble hornets fans that doesnt mean theyre making marble hornets content. that would be like saying that since fnaf and batim are kinda similar and the fans have an overlap that means theyre the same and should be tagged the same. they arent, and shouldnt be yknow?

also apologies this isnt the best post im kinda fried rn and im stuck on mobile

that not withstanding its fucking depressing. this did not used to be an issue. thr only fics tagged with both were generally easy to ignore or a real honest to god crossover, but now i swear you look at the mh tag on ao3 and the majority of the recent fics are crosstagged crp fics with giant tag lists that tack up the whole page and tag anyone who is so much as mentioned

and maybe this is a step too far here. but i really think this is bc of tiktok. the people crosstagging posts and fics seem to be the same type to complain avout the 'ao3/tumblr algorithm' not favoring them. but there is no algorithm, just annoyed fans who have to dig for their actual content because people dont have common decency anymore. theres an etiquette you need to follow for shit like this. like how would you feel if like. i dunno. fucking... genshin (just an example of a large fandom or whatever made a character cameo out of like jeff the killer and suddenly all the crp tags were filled with genshin posts not even related to or barely mentioning the character, just ti try and get more clicks?

youd be pretty fucking annoyed having to scroll past all that to find actual creepypasta content huh?

thats the same issue happening here, and honestly i think its a huge issue. for obvious reasons but also bc its so much harder to find mh content now that im sure its incredibly disheartening to be a creator in the fandom rn and foe the past few years. you work and make content for your rather small fandom and its buried under barely related shit, its gonna feel bad yknow? especially when that content gets more clicks bc. frankly theres more creepypasta fans than mh fans just bc of what creepypasta is format wise. its collectively made shortstories. you can like one or two and bc a crp fan, its not like that for mh

this is going kinda off my starting topic but anyways if theres any ao3 tag wrangles following me or who see this.

please for the love of god i beg of you to do anything you can to unmerge those tags i will do anything ill get receipts proving they're separate things please unmerge the tags im dying here

[h0rr0rsaxo]

[ Two sides of the same coin. || Creepypasta oc. || P1. ]

A/N: Be warned that everything involved is just the inclusion of my ocs, and my PERSONAL interpretation of Creepypasta- which may be a bit far-off from how most people interpret it.

WARNINGS: Slight oc x canon, mentions of murder, violence, scars, and explicit mentions of attempted suicide.

TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict owns Varrick/Anni.

WORD COUNT: 5,180

The lone soldier trudged on the lead— a slightly crumpled map grasped into his exhausted hands clung to the worn piece of paper as he trudged a path rarely trodden by under-realm residents. Sweat drenched his back despite the woods being as cold as ice, translucent beads of sweat rolling down his face. Royce ignored the little critters that nervously scampered alongside the forest, his brows furrowing as eerie whispers warned him to turn back. 

Rubbing the back of his aching neck, Royce quietly began to walk towards where she thought he would find the desired mansion. The wind began to pick up, he felt the ends of his hair tug on his head as it whipped about. He kept one hand on her knife and the other on the strap of his firearm, ready for anything with malice in its eyes. HIs ears were being infiltrated by the wind, the trees rustling about and blowing its fallen leaf soldiers across the cold concrete. A light scuffle sounded behind him and his hand instinctively ripped his knife out of its sheath.

"Well, well, well," He narrowed his eyes at the familiar, yet annoying voice. His eyes traced over the five familiar proxies that inhabited this forest, following orders of the pale eldritch entity. "If it ain't the prince of hell himself," Varrick scoffed, Royce could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I don't go by that name anymore, Smith." Royce's voice broke through the darkness, his figure barely visible even in the platinum rays of the moonlight. The luminous eyes of the proxies gleamed through the darkness, the intensity of their stares caused Royce to become unsettled underneath their line of sight.

"Y—you know b—better than to be wandering around these parts, Zalgoid." Toby gripped his fingers around his hatchets. He barked more than he bit, but that intelligence that he had, it was something else— he skillfully hid all that intelligence underneath a persona of ignorance. 

"Why are you here?" Anni questioned, her monotone voice interrupted as she deadpanned at him. Anni, oh, Anni. She was a firecracker, a brick shithouse of words and strength. She was strong; both heart and mind, and did whatever she could to complete a mission— Royce respected her loyalty. 

"—Listen, I'm not here to cause problems," Royce let out his held breath and narrowed his eyes, "I'm here to make a deal. One of the humans living at your mansion," Royce dropped an incredibly heavy-weighted bag of money stuffed inside of it, kicking it over to the proxies. "I'm willing to offer five hundred thousand dollars in cold-hard-cash for her. Take it or leave it, either way, I'm taking that girl." He leaned in forward challengingly,

"Who are you on about?" Ah, Masky. The poor guy had a guilty conscience and sometimes muttered words that no one really could understand— those pills he had been desperately clinging onto did nothing to combat the severity of the slender sickness. 

"Fang Skyle." Royce challenged and Varrick only stared into his surprisingly intimidating eyes, 

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Varrick nodded towards the bag of money, "Check the bag for any explosives. I ain't takin' chances from the scumbag son of Zalgo." Hoodie quickly swiped the bag, swiftly pulling the zipper down and digging through the stacks of cash all neatly held by rubber bands— he ensured that the money wasn't forged.

"What t—the h—hell do you n-n–need Fang for?" Toby put his foot down and scoffed, his eye twitching from the annoyance of the situation. It wasn't surprising to anybody that Toby would be upset about this— he was in denial about his undeniable feelings for the girl. 

"Listen," Varrick stepped forward and glared over at Toby, "We ain't gonna sit here and argue bout this mindless shit. Just let it be, and quit pokin' your nose where it doesn't belong." 

Royce interrupted their standoff, "I'll show up to the mansion tomorrow, and I expect her to be outside waiting for me." The sky began to darken with erratic clouds as a rush of violent wind carried itself through the forest. Trees whispered silently with each other through the voice of their rustling leaves, warning that the storm rapidly approaching might inflict damage on the unwary shrubbery as the proxies disappeared just as fast they appeared. 

— . — . — 

Alone.

That's virtually all Fang knew her entire life, the cold embrace of loneliness, the solitude was utterly suffocating and she knew it. The frigid hands of isolation wrapped around her throat, and squeezed until there was nothing left, stealing her of her words, so she wasn't able to talk to anyone without fumbling with her statements. But, after years of the chilliness of isolation, she had grown used to living in the shadows of others and began to appreciate the beauty that was loneliness. 

Even if Fang appreciated the solitude, she hated her parents. They had the nerve to give her all those good past memories, and then leave without a single trace or care, leaving her to deal with the trauma of her mother's death as she rotted away in an orphanage. Nightmares plagued her endlessly, she was left to deal alone with decaying mental stability, and broken dreams. Which brought Fang to her current situation. 

"Seriously, you're so fucking pathetic. You honestly gross me out…" A devilish smirk pulled at the bully's lips, Fang had been convinced this girl was a demon in disguise, who solely existed to torment her. To which, Fang wasn't entirely mistaken. Fang was knocked off her feet by an invisible force, head-smashing against the gravel. She cried out in pain as her lunch-bag skidded across the ground, her palms hardly scraping against the rocky surface. "I knew you were pathetic, but I'm surprised. It's just sad at this point, I mean I almost feel bad..your tears are almost as hideous as your face."  

Her hand slipped to the back of Fang's head, gripping so tightly onto her red hair that it caused a splitting pain in her scalp, it only made it worse when she yanked her head up, only to smash it against the gravel once again, causing her to let out a cry of pain. It was cruelty against her, but it had been one of the ordinary things to occur in Fang's life, and that's what added more salt to the wound. She had wished she was strong, or at the very least had friends to defend her, but sadly, that was one of the things that seemed too far from reach. 

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion at the moment, even the girl's cackling seemed to lower in pitch as Fang watched the world slow down around her. The endless laughing of maniacs continued to echo while the girls giggled loudly at her pain, to them, it was just some sadistic game. During the start, the incessant gushing of the blood cascading down her face had constantly poured from her nose, but slowly it dimmed down, indicating how the pulse was getting weaker and escaping the shortcut to unconsciousness. It didn't feel like she was going to die, but still, Fang silently asked herself if it would matter either way. Life and death. Does it matter when she lives such a cruel life? 

Suddenly the unbearable clutch on her scalp had disappeared, being replaced with the cold whisking against her hair and the running of the girls who had previously been tormenting her. They must have ran when they heard an adult walking nearby.

Fang's head scraped and shoved in the gravel, blood cascading down from her broken nose as she helplessly stared at the gray sky. The rain poured down on her softly, as if giving her injured state pity, the chilliness of the rain was comforting to her forming bruises. It was no secret that she always loved the rain, it furiously gathered clouds and rained down upon paths, and completely washed away all that was not grounded in this world. It had no secrets, or grudges, it simply came, poured into the abyss, and left. The rain was cold, it was chilling to the bone, but she was used to the cold and its numbing embrace only comforted her in times like these.

As it hit Fang that they were finally gone, she managed to weakly push her knees as she brushed a hand through her red hair, attempting to tame the locks that had been furiously tousled throughout the beating. Her fingers mindlessly grope around the ground, her fingers skim against the familiar cardboard-like material. Once she found what used to be your lunch, she stared at it for a bit. "Those assholes…I fucking hate it here. They ruined my lunch, it took me forever to gather up the money for this."

' You should consider killing yourself. Nobody wants you here anyways. ' 

"Shut up…" Fang brushed her thumb against the blood cascading from her nose, grazing against it lightly, "I already know this. You don't even have to tell me."

' I know. I just like to remind you that you have no purpose. Nobody will even remember you're gone. '

"Slenderman will…" Fang almost laughed at herself when she said that. It was a little joke she'd like to tell herself, for some strange reason. A violent cough left her, gargled with blood trying to fight its way out of her lungs, she fought to gain a decent breath before she picked herself up again. This time she managed to push herself onto her feet. Wobbling slightly, side to side. "Slenderman will….w-what a bunch of bullshit. Hah—" She said weakly, her gaze remaining on the ground.

Today was the day. Fang decided she was gonna die, hopefully, meet back with her mother if there really was a heaven. Luckily, where she was beaten and left was right next to a beautiful and long-winded cliff, it was perfect to leap off of. There wasn't anything to live for anyway, she knew that she was destined for a life full of drugs and alcohol in the near-future as a coping mechanism, probably even a homeless hobo living under a bridge.

With cherry-colored liquid dripping from her nose and mouth, she steers her vision towards the ashen sky as she waltzes towards the end of the cliff. The fluffy yet shadowy clouds blocked the view of the perfect round sun, as little pellets rained down on her form relentlessly. She shoved one of her hands in her pockets, as her eyes flickered towards the endless void below, one of her other chillingly-cold hands brushed at her bruised eye, her fingers ghosting over the swelling. "Sorry for this, mom. I know you probably wouldn't have wanted me to do this, but it's either this or some demon gets to me first.." She whispered softly.

Fang managed to kick her shoes off, placing them neatly behind her. As she'd steered her body towards the cliff, "My last words..hmm..! Everyone who hurt me can go fuck themselves.." she gradually took a step back, before leaping off the cliff, leaving behind all that she's created in the span of her lifetime. As she fell, everything seemed to slow down, even her own crying lowered in pitch as she fell from the ledge.

But before she could fall, a hand wrapped around her ankle.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going, you little shit?" Fang slowly brought her gaze up, to where she saw long lengths of pink hair dancing alongside the wind, psychotic eyes looking down at her with a little smirk. 

"Akuma! Dude!" Fang writhed and wiggled as she had been held by her ankle over a cliff, "When did you get here?!"

"I sensed you were here and I was bored. So…why are you jumping off a cliff, sweetheart?" Akuma tilted her head slightly, a little psychotic giggle forcefully emerging from her mouth. 

"I uhm…felt like it. Life kinda sucks right now." 

"Alright, I'll throw you off then." Akuma dangled her over the edge, "But first~ I just have to fix you up first, mon ami~" Akuma effortlessly dropped Fang back onto the ledge, letting her land onto her back. As Fang opened her mouth to ask the devil what she had been doing, Akuma abruptly stuffed her arm into Fang's mouth, and down her throat. She then pulled the disgusting demon who had been possessing her body, and held it tightly in her palm.

' Hey! No– LET ME GO. LET ME GO. LET ME GO— FANG PLEASE, DON'T LET HER—'

Akuma had eaten as if she'd never eat again, scoffing down the demon that had still been alive. Fang's brows furrowed slightly as she'd seen the demonic being on infront of her violently tear through meat. She ate like an animal, and blood messily splattered everywhere. Fang shakily inhaled as she shifted her gaze, holding back the vomit threatening to emerge from her throat and tried to focus on the good part of this. She wouldn't be haunted by a parasitic demon overtaking her fragile human body anymore. 

She was free.

"Oh my god— I can't thank you enough, Akuma!" Tears sprung to Fang's eyes, little warm droplets scrolling down the pale of her face as she sniffled and sobbed. She hugged Akuma tightly, staining her own clothes with the blood of the demonic being Akuma had just gruesomely scoffed down. "You just saved me!!"

"Well of course," Akuma tilted Fang's chin up, "Now, go at least live a demon-less life before you try to end your life. Have fun, darling!" She waved her hand, which was covered by her blood-stained glove. 

"By the way," 

Fang turned around to look back at Akuma,

"Tell Royce I said hi~"

Fang found the statement incredibly strange— she had only heard of the infamous Royce Ellis, the prince of the under-realm, and the son of Zalgo. She never spoke to him before, but that was because she rarely traveled to the under-realm. Adding onto that fact, she never enjoyed interacting with demons— especially with how horrible everybody at the mansion had treated her. Rebelliously demolishing all facts, she smiled up at the Goddess and thanked her once again. Why was everyone so scared of Akuma anyways?

— . — . —

Anni rummaged around in the dark garage, the large room only occupied by a couple burning lanterns in each corner. The burning pain from the wound in her back annoyed her till no end and she grunted with dissatisfaction. Sitting on a chair, she sharpened the blade of her dagger, pushing down with the grinding stone and scraping it across the sharp edge. Old, dry blood scraped off on grinding stone as it

went along, Anni treating it hospitably like a human being. She heard the door open to the garage and looked over her shoulder, seeing Varrick walking down the small set of Wooden stairs. Her eyes drifted back to her work at hand and heard Varrick's slight southern voice break the verbal silence, "Are you busy?"

"Does it look like it?" Anni asked while

keeping her brown eyes on the grinding stone.

"What's up your ass today?" Varrick rolled his eyes and Addict sighed, her eyes twitching from the annoying pain in her ribs.

"I'm sorry…I'm just a little stressed out because of—"

"Fang?" Varrick interrupted her, raising his brow as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. 

"....How did you know?" Her eyes flickered up at Varrick as she scraped the blood off the blade, her hues exaswith slight suprise.

"Because you've been talking about it all morning.." Varrick's raspy voice echoed and Addict looked over her shoulder at him. "Listen Anni, it'll be fine. It's only Fang, it's not like we're losing someone valuable. If it wasn't this, she would have been eaten. Think of this like…a better option. "

"A better option? Seriously Varrick?" Anni stood to her feet, tightly gripping the wooden handle of her reaping blade. "She could get fucking killed by prissy prince with daddy issues! A-and…I don't what I'm gonna do if that happens–"

"Anni," Varrick interrupted her, grabbing her shoulders, "Fang is a grown woman. She can handle herself. On the bright side, we can blow that money on those Sinner clubs."

"Whatever, Varrick." Anni narrowed her eyes. Varrick's eyes saddened, as he reached for Anni's hands, softly intertwining them with hers. He wasn't much for PDA, but this was one of those rare occasions where he'd initiate it. Right as he was about to reply to what she said, their cute moment, a familiar girl interrupted, and Anni pushed him away.

"Hey, can you guys, I don't know.." Fang rolled her eyes, struggling from the rope forcefully strapping her body against a tree to ensure she wouldn't go anywhere, "Untie from this tree? It's getting pretty uncomfortable." Fang saw Varrick's eyebrows twitch in annoyance at her, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace as if she was the reason Anni was angry at him. 

Fang sat crisscrossed in the middle, with an oversized blood-stained hoodie draping over her shoulders to just above her knees. Her outgrown crimson hair was cascading over her eyes, though her vision narrowed and focused. With excruciating twisting and turning of her hands, she felt the rope slice her wrists, and blood trickled from the skin that she had worn raw. She turned her hopeful eyes up to Anni, "The hell is wrong is wrong with him?" Anni's mouth unfastened, trying to explain the current unfortunate situation at hand— but her mouth gently closed as she shook her head slightly and turned her body from Fang. 

"Anni…?" 

The loud trudging of heavy boots against the grass was a sign that she was gonna be used for something. The shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. Fang's jaw clenched in fear as the demon prince had their eyes slanted into a stoic expression as he got closer and then finally stopped a couple of paces in front of her. He looked like a bear instead of a man, but then again they weren't men either. "I'll be taking her, as per our agreement."

"A—anni?" Fang quietly whispered as the man inched closer,  "Anni!"

Fang attempted to back up quickly, watching as he walked closer, and quickly stomped closer to her. Royce cut the scratchy rope, before grabbing her arm, he gave her no time to react as he twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her against a wall. She winced, Royce pushing her wrist against the center of her back to keep Fang controlled. For a moment he hesitated, his eyes lingering on her hands with sympathy as he spoke quietly, "Listen, I'm not here to hurt you. But if you try anything, I'll have no choice but to tie you up again."

Fang ignored him, as fury engulfed her as she looked at the mansion, fast paced breaths forcefully causing her to hyperventilate as her eyes held nothing but pure hatred for everybody in that mansion. Tears started to trickle from her eyes from the amount of overwhelming emotions she started to feel, she did her best to let them slip from her cheeks. She'd never forgive them.

Royce's eyes softened, a pang of sympathy playing across his face. He recognized that look of pure betrayal, he had experienced that unfortunate feeling— and it felt terrible. Still, he had a mission to complete and emotions weren't his priority at the moment.

— . — 

Fang was rather impressed at how quiet the car was. The only sound audible was the soft humming of the engine. Fang stared at the map in her hand, her eyes narrowed as she focused all her attention on trying to figure out where he was trying to go — he didn't completely deprive her of the current situation, but he didn't tell her much either. Royce sat quietly and humbly in the driver's seat, keeping the car at a moderate pace in order to avoid a spin out in the snow and getting stuck. They had been driving for quite some time and Fang was beginning to question their whereabouts. She looked over at Royce as she continued to study the map in her hands, her eyes moving back through the windshield. Seeing a few cars in whatever was the road, Royce slowed the vehicle and dodged around them.

"Where are we going, exactly? Where are you taking me?" Fang asked as she stared into a few car windows as his car passed by. She directed her eyes back on the map,

"Straight into the realm of those low—life demons. I've been doing some digging, and they have some information I might need." Royce pressed his gloved finger on the map Fang had been holding, "All the X's on the map indicate the places I've already been to. This one right here... it seems pretty big." He pointed at one in particular and Fang quietly nodded,

"How much longer till we get there?"

"...Probably another twenty minutes." She rested the map on her lap and watched an abandoned car slide by as Royce pressed his boot down on the gas. Her eyes softened as she stared at the scenery seeming to fly by in slow motion, the beauty of the flawless snow covering everything still seemed to amaze her. It glistened under the bright rays of the sun and every little flake had its own story to tell. The under-realm city had made it even better— the incredibly large buildings with advanced electronic billboards with technological advancements surpassing the ones on Earth. The magenta lights flickered across the streets as succubi roaming the streets, and attempting to lure unexpecting demons into their clubs. The cyberpunk-like city was way more advanced than Slenderman's world, it was strange how Zalgo's realm managed to advance so quickly.

Royce looked over at Fang, seeing her staring out the window and keeping quiet.. She seemed like she was still hiding something. If they were going to coexist with one another, Royce wanted to know more about Fang other than the file he found on her. There were just too many gaps and he wanted to know where she was coming from, before he could start the convo, she started.

"Why did you take me?"

"For my mission. That's all you need to know at the moment," Royce looked over at her, his stoic tone rearing its ugly head, "Some things are just better left unsaid."

"Oh please, what's so intense that I can't handle it? You literally bought me, and now you won't tell me why? I think I deserve to know." Fang narrowed her eyes, "Stop keeping so many secrets, being mysterious is overrated and quite frankly— annoying, especially to the people involved with this bullshit."

"Please..." Royce snorted and looked out straight at the road with a scoff, "Don't act like you aren't hiding secrets of your own, we both know where you really came from. Daughter of some high-classed mob boss? Running away at the age of seventeen after the death of your mother. Seems like you killed her, if I'm not mistaken."

Fang's expression dropped— the color drained out from her skin as her hands began to grip the seat and upon recognizing that frightened appearance, he instantly regretted mentioning it. "I didn't mean to— uhm. I'm sorry, things just— slip out," He sighed, "It seems anything but fun to remember something like that."

"That's because it isn't." Fang smirk dropped and she looked over at him from the corner of her eyes, "But, you already know. I might as well tell you so you don't think I'm some murderer." Fang's eyes dropped to the map on her lap and she scraped her fingers against the thick paper, "I did everything I could to make my father proud. But nothing ever seemed good enough, because with every mistake, came a punishment. But I still wanted to be my own person. My parents didn't like it... so I retaliated like any teenager would. All of that punishment ended up being inflicted onto my mother and I was forced to watch— it sure as hell put me back into place. But then… another mistake ended up being made."

"How so?" Royce asked curiously and his  eyes flicked over to her, but she didn't meet his eye contact. Only staring out the window, he saw the hesitation on her lips as a grimace formed across her cheeks,

"I was told to kill my dog— that old son of a bitch even handed me a gun. And when I retaliated, he shot my mother instead and framed me for the murder. I ran away from everything, hid in the woods when the cops were looking for me, I hid in the Slender-forest and got possessed by a demon for a short while. Till a…friend helped me out." Fang looked over to Royce and their eyes met for a short moment before he had to look back to the road. She didn't expect anything less from them; no one usually had anything to say about it when they heard the story, "I chose to destroy my life for a single dog... and for some odd reason... I don't really feel bad about it.. I can't bring myself to cry about the death of my mom." Fang tugged at her sleeves, hiding old burn scars littered on her arms.

"Why do you say that?" Royce looked over at her, his hand keeping the steering wheel steady. A sudden look of regret and misery claimed Fang's always-carefree face, her eyes refusing to meet him. She shook her head and looked out the window, staring at the lonely standing trees that flew by in a blur,

"That story is for another time..." She voiced softly, her shoulders tense and woeful.

The rest of the car ride was quiet and slightly awkward. Royce had a twinge of guilt for asking so many questions and pushing her on, hoping he didn't disturb her focus on the mission they were dealt out. The only words she spoke were directions to get to the town and thus went back into inaudibility. Royce's focused eyes narrowed at the brightness of the city-lights reflecting off the snow and boring into his face. He wished he had a pair of sunglasses and a plow on the front of the car to make it easier to drive. 

— . —

Royce's gaze drifted up as he had finally arrived. Stones of gray and brown built the large laboratory, its walls reflecting the sunlight that the skies graced upon it. The building was made with tall glass windows that provided a view of the extraordinary greenery of the front lawn, red-leafed hedges and trimmed bushes and trees, and tall hedges bordered around the lab. 

Royce walked for a while, unknowingly heading closer and closer from the very symbiotes he was trying to find. He looked up swifty and spotted the room through the throng guards now blocking it. He set off running, eyes focused on the large metal door as best he could, jumping over the dead bodies he had already shot. However he noticed the opening to that hallway suddenly slowly closing and without thinking one quickly swept under, grasping his katana tightly in his tight grip while doing so. Just like that- he was back on his feet.

It was when Royce saw something near the end of the hallway that he came to a halting stop. He took a minute to catch his breath, before he creeped up slowly past the wall. He noticed that in front of him weren't guards anymore, there was a heavier presence now and he perked up at this. This mysterious presence was a mutant, there was no doubt about it, seeing the weaker guards cower at the sight only proved it more. Royce pushed himself up and onto his feet, about to step out onto the path until he heard large footsteps from behind him. The moment he saw another one he quickly smirked, gripping his gun tightly. "WAIT!" He ran out from the corner, every single mutant stopped to stare at this man.

"You're one ugly son of a bitch… god da—" Before he could continue, one of the mutants threw him against the wall, and an audible 'CRACK!' sounded as he slammed into the wall. "Shit!" He shrieked, waiting for the healing factor to kick in.

"Fine, I only have 12 bullets, so you're going to have to share!" His back healed, and he leaped onto his feet, putting his katana away and taking out his guns. 

"You mutants these days are so flashy...back in my day we just shot each other in the nuts," He started firing away at the mutants, watching them drop one by one. Demonic abilities could be powerful at times, but they were nothing compared to a bullet straight to the head. One of the guards snuck up behind him, but he swiftly turned on his heel and headbutted the man. The guard who tried to ambush had a weird appearance, resembling a reptile.

"What are you supposed to be...like...a lizard? Ew.." Before the guard could answer, a bullet went straight through his head. "Rude..he didn't even answer me." 

— . —

Soon enough, he had killed every person in the laboratory without breaking a sweat. Scientists and the quirk using guards that were shot to a bloody pulp laid dormant, left behind by the very anti-hero who had shot them. He might've lied about the limited bullets. A light blanket of blood pooled and stained the white floor of the laboratory as he searched for the clues he had been looking for— the clues on the whereabouts on how to directly interact with Akuma.

Nestled upon a wooden mantel were various experiments stuffed into a large see-through vile with black and white pictures along the beige wall of the room. Various pictures were the first and only thing to be noticed as Royce shot at everyone in one of the viles, cracking the various open and setting them free to roam the laboratory. He planned to get rid of them in a very creative way.

As he left the laboratory, he glanced around at the gasoline he had poured earlier and dragged a match, till it sparked to life. He dropped the lit flame onto the gasoline, and walked forward as the fire exploded to life from the ridiculous amount of gasoline. A bright flash of red flew through the air and the building blew up. It was an explosion attached to some unknown device and sets of explosives went off, another thing Royce had planned. Over the years, he became less impulsive and planned things out better, even though it was boring that way.

Too bad he didn't find anything— but he swore, he was going to find Akuma. 

[vellichorom]

* weirdcore image with the caption “ HOW DID WE GET HERE, “ *

ft @tommy-terror’s Stanley ( & furthermore, credit for the inspiration ) ❤️

[i-want-it-on-fire]

As a fan of both The Magnus Archives and Marble Hornets, every motherfucker who posts shit like this in the MH tag owes me $20

[nursegracecreates]

With the influx of users coming in from Tiktok and Twitter, I feel it's important for me to go over rules for my blogs once again.

You guys are pretty good about following these rules, and tbh, I don't ask much

This is a self shipping blog. No I will not stop, cringe all you want, it's my blog

Minors, you're welcome to follow, I write more than just smut. However, if I have a post that is marked "Minors DNI", do not interact if you are under 18 years of age, please! I can and will check for requests, or if I suspect you're not over 18. I know this seems harsh, but I have to cover my ass too guys. I'd like to ask you all to have your age in the bio, but I know I can't make you. But know this, if you're new to Tumblr: blogs do check for ages, and if you don't have your age, you will be assumed as a minor, or even worse a bot (which we typically block)

Please be at least respectful on this blog. We're all from different walks of life, the least we can do is treat each other well

Don't bring your negativity onto my blog I despise negativity and will not tolerate it. If you don't like something on this blog, just scroll past it! No one is making you read/look, and if they are, kick their ass!

If you have any criticisms, at least make them constructive I don't come onto your blog telling you what to do, don't come onto mine telling me what to do

Please respect everyone's preferences (gender, sexuality, etc (And this includes characters in fics)) Please don't ask me to make a canonical gay character straight or vice versa, or ask me to ignore things about a character to fit them to your likes/wants. When I write, it's kind of like possession, I share brain space with that character. I don't want them or other people in the fandom mad at me. We drink our respect others juice here.

I love love love likes, but if you reblog and/or follow, you've got my heart If you're part of the Twitter migration, keep this in mind to make this creator extremely happy. An extremely happy Grace is an extremely productive Grace.

Fandoms for this blog: creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Ticci Toby, David Near creepypasta reboots (I don't know every creep, but I'll either research and try to write, or let you know you can pick another character

I will write for Slenderman, but in my AU, Zalgo is Slendys little brother. This means no Slender Bros asks. I can't even keep them straight anymore

It's easier to list what I won't write, actually, but tldr, just don't be an absolute deviant, okay? If you want to check, my ask box and DMs are always open.

I will be tagging nsfw posts with "#see no evil 🙈" and PG-13 posts as "rated pg13". If you are a minor please add the first tag (#see no evil 🙈) to your blocked tags, and the second one (#rated pg13) if you don't want to see heavy romance with no sex posts). Once again, minors add "#see no evil 🙈" to your blocked tags(updated 06.06.22)

🚫🚫🚫I will not write:

R*pe, incest, domestic abuse, mental abuse,beastilality, racism, anti lgbtqia+ stuff/TERF stuff (if you're a TERF, unfollow me), underage sex/pairings where one character is over age and the other is a minor, pedophilia, abuse, niche kinks (shit and piss people, looking at you) and no celebrating self harm/eating disorders (however if you're seeking help for these, my inbox is open, I've been there and maybe can help 💖), and in light of the current world situation, I will not tolerate Russophobic speak (I have close friends from Russia and know the citizens of Russia do not want this). 🚫🚫🚫

This list is subject to change. If you're unsure about your ask, you can still send it in or DM me it first and I'll let you know!

Violators of these rules will be given one (1) warning. If you break the rules again, you will be blocked

💖💖💖

[bears-are-trans]

Ao3 Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @finnismyoriginalsin!! I don't use Ao3 primarily (used to use Wattpad, now I keep all my fics in drafts haha), so every question that doesn't directly mention Ao3 is going to be answered as a general question.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

10

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

14,021

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

My Ao3 is very limited. On there I've written for 6, 3-4 of which could put into the 1 British Comedy category.

Final Fantasy [XV]

Bottom

The Young Ones

Drop Dead Fred

Red Dwarf

Big Time Rush

Outside of my Ao3 accounrs I've written a LOT. Castle, Charmed, Creepypasta, Doctor Who, Eureka, Firefly, Good Omens, IT Crowd (that short piece was bloody brilliant), Life is Strange, Marvel (Agents of SHIELD, Avengers, X-Men, Amazing Spiderman, Deadpool, Ghost Rider...), Scream, Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes original, Skyrim...

Also some bands, which I do regret. The Beatles, Motionless In White, and needless to say a lot of emo bands 😭

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Unholy Prophecy

Tears

A Collection of Madness

This is My Birthday

To Suffer Leaving or Risk Staying

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to, to be polite as they're being, but I don't usually even look lol especially since my Ao3 is all Brit Com and I'm not in the community anymore. I might in the future.

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Girl since when have I finished a fic??? 😭 Ermm. I've written a few oneshots where ppl just try kermitting, I know so deep wow, it was an outlet lol.

To Suffer Leaving or Risk Staying was going to feature a major character death. The Unholy Prophecy was an AU where the villain won. I never got into Battle of the Nine Realms, but it began with Wanda sobbing over Pietro's grave so.... And lastly I'll say Nightmare, which was never fleshed out to the end but it was angsty the entire way through. That was the furthest I ever got into a fic too, nearly 70 pages.

7. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

Yes I do. My craziest crossover is on Ao3 actually.

Yuh Yub

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nah. Maybe in the comfort of their discord server, which I still have a perma-link for >:)))

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I really don't. Apparently I'm "tRaUmAtIzEd"?? But fr it makes me very anxious so I just don't. But I might in the future idk.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't know don't care.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes a Jeff the Killer fic.

12. What's your all time favorite ship?

GIRL Loki and Me 🤞😌

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Agents of SHIELD.

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

My very first fic. It was Agents of SHIELD, and then I incorporated Firefly. I spent a solid year fixated on that one project. I carried around 3 notebooks EVERYWHERE. I read it out loud to my cousin on his birthday (lol girl happy birthday). It was my baby. My pride and joy. My proudest accomplishment. The thing that kept me distracted from depression I had discovered later on LOL... A few years later, it got a spinoff.

It was called Gone Girl. It featured an OC as the main character, [REDACTED] who was renamed to Farah for a teaser, and then X (yes that's where ✖️ came from). She is an inhuman/mutant posthuman. Somehow she was previously a merc on board the firefly Serenity, but went back to earth and was recruited by SHIELD? Makes no sense but it was my everything!!!

X is now involved in a massive project I never would have imagined I was capable of working on. I'm currently not disclosing any details on the project. I'm very proud. I've been working on it for over a year, and there are more years to come.

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I don't really have anyone to tag so mutuals are open to do this if they want :)

[creepyimagines]

I hope matchups are still open! I’m a 5’3’’ Hispanic girl. I’m short but I wILL kick your shins fam. I’ve got thicc thighs that I’m very much proud of. Short, curly hair. I recently took up roller skating and I’m very interested in weapons, playing w fire and scaring the boomers of the neighborhood. I can’t stand kids and I will laugh at anything and everything (esp at lil kids falling). I love Adult Swim, any show on there I’ll watch. I’m also constantly trying to find legal ways to get high✨

I match you with!

Ticci Toby

[[not tagging as Creepypasta just cause I know his creator wishes him not to be included in the Creepypasta stuff anymore but I still write for him, just not as a cp thing]]

Okay let's get one thing straight, yah? Toby absolutely fucking adores you. Your thick thighs? Beautiful. Your curly hair? Fabulous. Your protective, near violent, nature despite being short? Incredible!

Toby doesn't make fun of your height as he's only around 5"6. You being shorter than him just means you're easier to kiss on the forehead and you're so huggable!

If you're not in the mood for hugs or cuddles and you're feeling a bit squeamish about the whole thing, he totally understands and is respectful of your personal space and boundaries.

Loves to watch you rollerskate. It's something he could never do, no matter how hard he tried. He didn't have the balance for it. But he absolutely loves watching you. Even if you aren't very good, he encourages you and is eager to see you improve and excelle at something you love doing.

If you are interested in his hatchets, he definitely will let you inspect them and swing them around a few times if you'd like. He's more hesitant about your love of fire, however. It gives him flashbacks to the night he left and the burn marks that litter his body. [[Personal headcanon of mine that Toby has small yet distinct burn marks from that night]]

Also? Wanting to do chaotic things for fun? Chaotic is Toby's middle fuckin' name! At least that's what he says. He absolutely will do chaotic stuff with you. Climbing that slightly unstable and rotting tree? Hell yeah. Wading through that suspicious looking pond because he spotted a fish? Rad as fuck! Climbing onto the roof to stargaze even though you guys can see the sky just fine from the backyard? He's already doing it!