#x virus kin

[hazyaltcare]

Can i have some positivity for an xvirus kin (creepypasta) who was in an age gap relationship? We were both adults in that time but everyone who i talk to just tells me I was being groomed.

Hello, and thank you for reaching out.

An age gap alone cannot tell whether a relationship was grooming or not, especially since both of you are adults. Yes, there may be misunderstandings, or power imbalances depending on which stage of life a person is in. But people in a relationship - you and the other party/ies - could communicate and have a healthy relationship. Moreover, not everyone hits the same "milestones" in life. And definitely not everyone hits them at the same age.

Age alone is not a gauge for whether a relationship is abusive or not. Some older parties are abused by the younger parties in a relationship, for example. There has to be other context, actions, etc. to determine whether you were being groomed or not. And just because you were the younger party, doesn't mean you have no agency at all or couldn't realize the red flags, if they existed.

I hope this helps.

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[villainkinconfessions]

Something that annoyed me for some time now is how people portray working for Slenderman as some kind of dream job or something.

We were litteraly being held captive, cuz it was either doing as you were told or dying. So the only reason we actually did our Jobs was out of fear, and that's not an experience I recommend.

Knowing myself I most likely would've become the person that I was back then anyways, but my point still stands.

I would be lying tho if I didn't say that with time it really became nothing but a "Job", an everyday basically.

Idk what I'm doing here tbh, it's my first time writing something like this. My English is kinda trashy btw so sorry for any grammatical mistakes :p

-Cody/X-Virus

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[kidasthings]

Echoes of Eden by Kida

Noa x Mae - #omgisthisastorywithplot?

Chapter 2: Echoes of Eden by Kida – @kidasthings on Tumblr

Prologue

Three centuries after a catastrophic virus decimated human intelligence, turning the survivors into primal shadows of their former selves, the world has irrevocably changed. The ALZ virus, originally intended to combat Alzheimer's disease, not only ravaged humanity but inadvertently gave rise to a new dominant species: intelligent apes.

Near the ruins of what was once Los Angeles, Noa, a valiant chimpanzee of the Eagle clan, has just thwarted a power-hungry bonobo, Proximus Caesar, from enslaving his people. Guided by the teachings of a certain orangutan, Raka, who revered the nearly forgotten, peace-loving chimp Caesar, Noa believes in a world where apes and humans can coexist peacefully. However, during his quest, he encounters Mae, a human who defies his expectations. Mae, immune to the virus and possessing the ability to speak, challenges Noa's perceptions of humans as mere animals.

Together, Noa and Mae manage to prevent Proximus Caesar from seizing a cache of potent human technology by flooding an old bunker. In the process, Mae secures a crucial computer drive that enables her underground human community to reconnect with distant survivors, bridging isolated pockets of humanity; she also manages to betray Noa and his clan by leaving them to fend for themselves.

As Mae's group in Los Angeles prepares to merge with new allies from Fort Wayne, Indiana, tensions escalate. Unaware of Mae's bond with Noa, a small but well-armed scouting party from Fort Wayne comes across the Eagle Clan’s village on their way to Los Angeles to meet up with Mae’s people.

Far more adept on their own home turf, the scouting party is caught by the apes, rounded up, and held hostage. Their weapons are confiscated. Mae is called in when the scouting party never reports to the underground bunker where the rest of the intelligent humans in her group seek refuge. Caught between her origins and her convictions, Mae faces the ultimate choice during the tense encounter: stand with her human kin or protect Noa, the ape she has come to admire.

This story explores the fragile hope for reconciliation in a world torn apart by fear and prejudice. Can Noa and Mae forge a path toward peace, or will the shadows of old wars darken the future dreamed of by the legendary Caesar?

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Chapter 1

In the dense shadows cast by the towering trees that skirt the Eagle clan's village, the air was thick with tension and the faint scent of smoke from distant fires. The setting sun bled red over the horizon, casting long shadows across the rough-hewn faces of the Eagle clan and their new captives. Five ALZ-immune humans from Fort Wayne sat bound and rigid, their eyes darting nervously as they listened to the low, ominous murmurs of the assembled apes.

Noa moved deliberately among the captives, his demeanor stern yet marked by an inherent fairness. Each human he approached met his gaze with a mix of defiance and fear, but none spoke. They clung to their silence like a shield, even under the weight of Noa's penetrating stare.

"No purpose here can be good if it starts with secrets," Noa stated, his voice resonating with a calm authority as he paused before a younger man whose jaw was stubbornly set.

The chants from the simian crowd grew louder, a discordant mix of anger and fear, with proposals of banishment or worse. They remembered what happened with Proximus Caesar, the obsession with human technology and worldly knowledge, and want none of it. Noa raised a hand, called for silence, but the restlessness was palpable, a living thing that fed on uncertainty and fear.

At the perimeter of the village, a human woman keeps a low profile in the brush. She had followed a single flare that burst bright in the sky to this location. It was a habitual thing, to bypass this region when doing her rounds in the forest. Immunity to the Simian Flu had bequeathed her the role of tracker, hunter, and scout after her initial mission was completed. Brown hair, blue eyes like the sky, Mae can only watch the scene unfold with a pounding heart. Worry lines were etched deeply into her brow, and her hand reached up to clutch at something around her neck - Raka's pendant - the symbol of peace promoted by an ape named Caesar long ago.

Noa gave her that pendant. For an inopportune moment, Mae was lost in reverie.

Without warning, a strong hand gripped her shoulder, yanked her from the shadows. Mae stumbled forward, dragged into the open. Her breath caught as she was thrown unceremoniously to the ground before Noa and his human captives. Dust and small stones bit into her palms as she caught herself, and a small grunt escaped her lips.

The sudden appearance of the human - a known and not particularly fondly remembered human - amongst them drew shocked gasps and murmurs.

Noa’s eyes widened in recognition, then narrowed in a complex tumult of emotion. The last time they parted, it was with a promise of peace, and yet here she was, thrown at his feet, disrupting the fragile balance he had fought to maintain.

Mae’s chest heaved as she pushed herself up slightly, her voice raspy but resolute as she met Noa's gaze. A single word hangs between them, charged with layers of meaning, a plea, a greeting, a reminder of shared dreams and bitter realities.

"Noa."

In that moment, the world narrowed to the space between them. Noa stood motionless, the voices around him faded into a distant hum. His heart fought a fierce battle within, torn between his duty to his clan and the undeniable pull he felt towards this woman who embodied both the past they shared and the future they might still forge. He can see Caesar’s pendant, an encircled diamond, as it swung from Mae’s neck wildly.

She still had it.

It is a symbol of ideals that suddenly seem so distant in the face of palpable tension and looming conflict.

The standoff stretched out, every breath, every silent plea, every hope and fear suspended in the dusty air of the dying day.

“Noa,” Mae tried again, defeated. She pulled herself up to stand on shaky, coltish legs. The Eagle Clan scout that initially seized her did not reach for her again as Noa lifted one hand to stay him.

Noa closed his eyes, as if in contemplation.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, as he reopened his eyes and shuttered his gaze.

Mae’s lips thinned out into a seamless line, and she cut a gaze over to the trussed-up humans attached to poles in the center of the village.

Noa nodded, once. He did not need much more than that as he added, “They approached our borders. We do not yet know their intention.”

The five Fort Wayne humans, still tied tight, share deliberate looks of fear between themselves. There is clear intelligence writ into their faces. They are not gagged, much to the chagrin of some of the villagers, as Noa would not have it. Still, they are oddly quiet. A few cast curious looks at Mae, no recognition in their eyes. The only woman in the group chewed her lower lip in frustration. Her blonde hair is cut short in a severe bob.

“Let them go, Noa.” Mae stated boldly, taking a step forward. Two other apes, positioned parallel to her, moved to intercept her advance towards the hero of the Eagle Clan. Once again, Noa lifted his calloused palm and gritted his sharp canines.

“Follow,” he told her, indicating something or someplace to the left with a sharp jerk of his head.

There is a short murmur of indignation from the gathered villagers, save for a small group which consisted of Soona, Anaya, and Noa’s mother. They appeared stuck in a shallower tumult of emotion. Noa’s mother took a step forward, unsure, but Soona placed her palm on the female ape’s furry shawl-covered shoulder and stopped her.

Mae’s eyes followed Noa, capturing his unique profile in a blink, and then dipped her head and hesitated. It is always that hesitation, caught between following an ape and leaving her kind behind, but with a reluctant glance at the captives she turned to follow.

He led her to a towering edifice of wood and natural materials that might be described as a tree house. Far above them, hawks circled in the sky, their soaring shadows blotting out the last rays of the sun. They landed at the top of the tower, a dizzying height, and screeched down at her.

Noa ascended a small ramp and stepped past a woven flap of material.

Mae did the same after taking a moment to peer backwards over her shoulder to ascertain the serious faces of a few apes herding her to the entrance.

Once inside, the darkness enveloped her, and the woman became hyper-aware of a dual pair of reflective eyes that watched her in the darkness of the interior.

“You came back,” he said, voice rough with something like emotion.

“Not by choice,” she quipped, and then stepped sideways away from the shaft of light thrown down by the door.

“Why?” It’s a simple question for a complex answer, and she wasn’t ready to answer it.

“I saw a distress signal in the sky,” she replied easily, eyes skating over the shadows and shapes in the interior of the newly rebuilt tower. “I had to see for myself. It looked like a human flare.”

“A flare?” he questioned; voice flat.

“It’s a human thing,” she sighed.

She heard him padding closer to her, his eerie eyes backlit by whatever reflective photo-sensitive cells nocturnal animals possessed. More of his face came into detail. After he stood about a few feet away, he stopped.

Mae froze.

“You have  ... it,” he informed her quietly.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

A hand reached out, seemingly disembodied in black space, and she felt the immediate lift of the small weight at her neck.

“Do you ... still believe .. in what it stands for?”

Her answer is the same as before, the same empty mantra. “I-I don’t know, Noa.”

A huff, a sigh. The weight on the back of the cord returned and he stepped back.

“Let them go,” Mae demanded, again.

He did not reply, not right away, but he did give her a long look. It was hard for her to discern in the dim dark, but it might be a soft rebuke. “I have to know … why they are … here.”

Mae’s mind shut down, because she wasn’t ready, or can’t tell him that. Her group of survivors had been expecting the Fort Wayne scouting party for months now. The underground bunker housing her people was the last of its kind for hundreds of miles. They had not come across any other intelligent humans in that time, so this must be the group they awaited. Mae was not an idiot; she had seen the sentry apes rifling through a small stockpile of guns on the ground when she was roughly manhandled to the ground.

She trusted Noa situationally, sure, but did she trust him with this?

There might have been a flash of hurt on his face but the dim interior concealed it well. “They belong with me,” is all she can muster.

“Tell the truth,” he parried back. There was a frustrated edge to his voice, nearly a growl.

“I am telling the truth,” she quipped stubbornly.

“Mae,” he refuted quietly, moving so fast that he is suddenly in her space again, too much and too soon. She gasped, caught off guard. His fingers found Raka’s necklace again, still around her neck. He was staring hard at it.

“Tell … me.”

Her tongue is nothing but a slug in her mouth, unable to form words. Noa had never been this close before, taking up her space, her attention, her very being. Caught between one moment and the next, she shook her head in utter disbelief. She could see his features more clearly, the craggy brow, the dark-light eyes, the slight downturn of his mouth beneath an inhuman nose. For a second, he gripped the pendant around her neck tightly, as if he wanted to hold it for some length of time, and then released it yet again to step past her.

Their shoulders brushed, and Mae forgot to breathe.

His voice carried over from somewhere behind her, close to the entrance. “If you will … not speak …  they will.” A rustle of fabric against fur, and he is gone.

Within the crude tower, Mae lets out the breath she held in a slow whoosh.

Noa.

[alw4ys-ch4ng1ng]

🌻 - Basic Info

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╭﹕‹𝟹﹕name : Jay/Val/Basil/Trixie | ﹕‹𝟹﹕age : Minor | ﹕‹𝟹﹕sexuality/romanticy : Bi and aroace | ﹕‹𝟹﹕gender : Pangenderless ╰﹕‹𝟹﹕pronuns : All pronouns

Extra Info - 🌻

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I enjoy drawing, writing, Omori (game), Omoriboy, Gravity falls, Warrior cats, Murder drones, Mouthwashing, MLP, Regretevator

I am a Basil, Daisuke, Curly, Trixie and Infected fictionkin! (Doubles are more than welcome to interact!)

Be warned that I probably apologize more than I should.

👎 - DNI

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Anti-endos

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also hi if ur my mutual ily/p

@starfilled-galaxy made the working Basil spin gif :]

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🫂 - HEADMATE INTROS

🪶 - Zinnia, she/they/xey + bird neos, no source, crow alterhuman ♟️ - Nicole, she/her, sourced from C09 📞 - Sunny, he/they, sourced from Omori, has cat ears and tail 🐰 - HS Aubrey, she/they, sourced from Omori, can shapeshift into a bunny 🌑 - Stranger, they/them, sourced from Omori 🔪 - Omori/Calico, he/meow, sourced from Omori, catgender 🦋 - Haruka, he/they, sourced from Milgram 🌿 - Jayfeather, he/xe/they/web, sourced from Warrior cats, not alterhuman but a literal cat 🛍️ - Jecka, she/her, sourced from C09 🧺 - Mari, she/her, sourced from Omori, has cat ears and tail + wings 🌱 - Bad ending Basil, he/they, sourced from Omori but specifically the bad ending route 🥀 - Arum, he/they/it, sourced from Omori OTWF AU 🌵 - Kel, he/him, sourced from Omori 🐾 - Otwf Sunny, he/it, sourced from Omori OTWF AU 🌻 - HS Basil, he/him, sourced from Omori, dog alterhuman 🍁 - Aubrey, she/they, sourced from Omori 💛 - Cyn, she/xey, sourced from Murder drones, cat alterhuman 🎉 - Daisuke, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing, talks strictly in all caps 🎂 - Curly, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing ⭐ - Vei, she/they/it, OCtive, shapeshifter 🌙 - Luna, she/they, sourced from Cattails, not alterhuman but a literal cat 🔌 - J, she/tech, sourced from Murder drones 🌀 - Cyber, he/they/xey/cyber/virus/neon, technically not sourced 🕯️ - Lamplighter, he/him, sourced from One Shot 🌠 - Riko, they/them, factive, cat otherkin 🐟- Sebastian, he/him, sourced from Roblox Pressure 🦠 - Jimmy, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing, !! VERY CANON DIVERGENT 🦈 - Eyefestation, she/sight, sourced from Roblox Pressure 🍳 - Hero, he/him, sourced from omori 🩺 - Anya, she/her, sourced from Mouthwashing 🪓 - Swansea, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing 🚀 - Spaceboy, he/they, sourced from Omori 🧷 - Loquacious, she/her, sourced from Omori 🌈 - Infected, several pronouns i forgor, Sourced from regretevator 💡 - Lampert, he/him, sourced from Regretevator 👑 - Stolas, he/him, sourced from HB 🪅 - Party Noob, they/party, sourced from Regretevator, also kins pinkie pie from MLP 🐞 - Pest, he/they, Sourced from Regretevator 🧱 - Wallter, He/him, Sourced from regretevator 🪵 - Mark, he/she/they, sourced from regretevator 💖 - Uni, she/her, sourced from Sparklecare hospital 🎨 - Unpleasant, All pronouns, sourced from regretevator 🩸 - Folly, She/her, Sourced from regretevator 🎊 - Prototype, Any, sourced from regretevator 🛸 - Gnarpy, Xe/they/it, sourced from regretevator 🍌 - Split, she/her, sourced from regretevator 🌸 - Cherrybloom, she/her, sourced from a friend’s oc 🕸️ - Scourge, She/claw/blood, sourced from warrior cats 🎀 - Jeremy, he/him, sourced from regretevator 🧪 - DrRETRO, She/her, sourced from regretevator 💔 - Ari, she/they, sourced from class of 09 😈 - Uzi, she/they, sourced from murder drones 🐇 - Jax, he/they, sourced from TADC 🪣 - Spud, he/any, sourced from regretevator

[darkpeacemusic]

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤: 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Jeff the Killer - Jeffrey "Jeff" Alan Dan Woods

Homicidal Liu - Liuis "Liu" Victoria Woods

Sully - Sullivan "Sully" Akira Woods

Randy - Randall "Randy" Allen Warren

Keith - Keith Harvey Davis-Green

Troy - Troy John Green

Ben Drowned - Benjamin "Ben" Scott Lawman

Jane - Jane Todd Richardson-Vaughn

Mary - Mary Annabelle Vaughn

Ticci Toby - Tobias "Toby" Erin Rogers

Masky - Timothy "Tim" Buck Wright

Hoodie - Brian Hunter Thomas

Skully - Jay Gabriel Merrick

Kate the Chaser - Kate Eleanor Milens-Hayes

Charlie - Charles Matheson Jr.

Laughing Jack - Laughing Jack in a Box

Eyeless Jack - Jackson "Jack" Nicky Nyras

Slenderman - Simon (middle and last name unknown) (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Splendorman - Jim (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Trenderman - Beau (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Tenderman - Cedric (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Sally - Sally Maryam Dawn (formerly Williams)

Dr Smiley - Azerael Jesse Smiley

Nurse Ann - Annie "Ann" Lusen Mia

Nina - Nina Selene Hopkins

Candy Pop - Unknown

Candy Cane - Unknown

April Fools - Unknown

Jason the Toymaker - Jason Caleb Meyer

The Puppeteer - Jonathan Cole Blake

Clockwork - Natalie Priscilla Ouellette

Rouge - Heather Bridget Marshall

Wilson - Wilson Liam Marshall (neé Jones)

Zalgo - Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Elizabeth Cindy Phillips (name prior to death)

Lazari - Lazari Natalie Swann

Stripes - Eloise Sarah Bellarose (name prior to her death)

Nathan - Nathan Maxwell Lux

Bloody Painter - Helen Delilah Otis

Kagekao - Unknown

Laughing Jill - Laughing Jill in a Box

Sadie - Sadie Marie Bennett

Hobo Heart - Unknown

Cat Hunter - Rodrigo Milo Ortiz

Chris the Revenant - Christine "Chris" Wendy Meyers

X-Virus - Cody Larkin Drake

Dollmaker - Erina Jezebel Kerenzalys

Frankie the Undead - Frankie Hades Asher (his real name prior to his death)

Judge Angels - Dina Angela Clark

Lifeless Lucy - Lucy Ava Jones

Lost Silver - Ethan Kin Fuji (his real name before his death)

Glitchy Red - Red (his real name remains a mystery)

Strangled Red - Steven Garrett Stoughton

Dr. Locklear - Evander Agnar Locklear

Lulu - Lucille "Lulu" Tiffany Greatfeil

Killing Kate - Katherine "Kate" Evelyn Knight

Screaming Dawn (oc) - Dawn Evelyn Woods

Will Grossman - William "Will" Gordon Grossman

Lulling Lauren - Lauren Robyn Ross (neé Evans)

CR - Carl Morton Ross

Emra - Emra Amelia Blake (neé Albridge)

Zero - Alice Marie Jackson

Slendrina - Charlotte (first name prior to death/experimentation)

Lily - Lily May Kennett

Nightmare Ally - Adeline "Ally" Ashley Abendroth

Zachary the Proxy - Zachary Julius Gibson

Oliver - Oliver Gorgon Henderson

Alex Kralie - Alexander "Alex" Joseph Kralie

Amy - Amy Callie Walters

Jessica - Jessica Ellie Locke

Seth - Seth Apollo Reid-Wilson (neé Wilson)

Sarah - Sarah Cassie Reid-Wilson (neé Ried)

Third Base - Richard "Doby" Vincent Doggers

Vailly - Vailly Suki Evans

[twelve-nights]

" Can I go ahead and surrender to the visions that I just can't remember? ... Merging all of these memories to a blend of anomalies... "

x x x x 📍 x x x x

Doll & AbsoluteSolver stimboard for myself

Please don't tag as kin/id/me/fictive! This (specifically) is me! :]

"Context" / me just rambling about my canon under cut if you're curious

Oh and if you wanna request a stimboard for me, feel free to drop it in my ask box!

HI okay confusing canon divergence time- I'm kin with both Doll and AbsoluteSolver. In the same timeline. I consider them the same kintype but honestly that's just because I personally consider each timeline as a kintype rather than each person (as I have another 'type that's weird like this.)

As stated earlier, I was very canon divergent. I didn't die during ep 7 and I'm pretty sure I was with the rest of the group (if at all) while exploring Cabin Fever.

The major difference in my canon from media is that the Crucifix Patch on Yeva changed her copy of the Solver so that it was a different "strain" of it (kind of like how organic viruses evolve into different variations). I have no idea how it works in canon, but 'offspring' drones are basically copies of one parent with a few variables / extra lines of code from the other, which is how I have her strain of AbsoluteSolver.

So... me and Solver weren't really that separate? Like yeah it was its own program, but it did 'leak' into my code a lot. Anyways, because Solver was an exact copy of Yeva's and Yeva's was a copy of Cyn's, which was a copy of the original, I had access to a LOT of memories that weren't mine. I have Cyn's up to the point where the virus was put into Yeva, then Yeva up to my 'birth' (creation?).

Yeva's/my "strain" of the Solver was a lot more passive and didn't really have the capacity to be angry (which I guess played into the passivity). It did still destroy mirrors and took too much power (main reason why I had to keep killing people for oil) but it wouldn't try to possess me unless I was dying and it was trying to put me back together.

Anyways, I don't remember much about what I did in relation to the main cast, although I did follow through (tried to anyways) with my plan to become allies with Tessa and then worked with Uzi and N. I remember Uzi's Solver fucking hating me & my Solver lmao.

Here's a few more differences I remember (and I don't know where to fit anywhere here):

I was nonbinary and used any pronouns, primarily they/them

Solver would sometimes manifest itself as a security camera on a wire coming out of the side of my neck (and sometimes as a tail). It had a red eye.

I think Tessa wanted/tried to kill me but either I or N stopped her. I don't remember why exactly

I was unable to speak any language other than Russian because of a piece of my code called "langLock" being set to true. I may have tried to change it at some point but I don't really remember. Yes this means my Solver also spoke Russian

[fictionkinfessions]

I haven't had a shift as X-Virus in a while. Even the last "first person" dream I had wasn't a dream shift. It was me as I am in this life with my irl "crush". Im worried I won't be kin with him anymore. Im worried I crafted part of my identity around something that might be going away, or something that's already gone. I'm persisting on memories that came to me months, years ago. Memories of someone I might not even be anymore. Do they even matter anymore? My friends? My family? My fricken lover? Am i holding onto someone's life that isn't even mine anymore?

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[drive-thru-kin]

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   Hello! I'm Daiquiri or Pop Up and I'm the main mod for this blog. I'm a member of The Swamp Bound Clergy- a traumagenic system. (Our main is @orphicthings btw go follow it!). I use it/its, Pop/Pops, Glitch/Glitches, & .JPG/.JPGs pronouns. My main kins are computer virus & One Weird Tip songkin! I'm also an introject of the host's fursona sooo :p. I'm always open to chat it up so inbox always open for yapping!

Bold + Italics - SPINT YES OMG GIMME , Bold - Know bunches about , Italics - Know enough about

WHITELIST: songkins, conceptkins, archetropes, fursonas/furry/anthro introjects, mutt/canine themes, X-Men, Riordanverse, Creepypasta, Slashers movies, Horror, Warrior Cats, The Witcher, Digimon, Pokemon, MTG, Divinekin, literature, + others not on the whitelist just ask!

BLACKLIST: Hoyoverse (nothing personal just know nothing about it and the wikis tend to be severely unhelpful.), MCYTs (nothing personal just very iffy)

[eternallyother]

Hiya. Can i get a self care kit related to x-virus from creepypasta

Ty :3

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Bacteria Enamel Lapel Pin // Black Steampunk Goggles with Blue Lenses // Foam/Rubber Bloody Nail Baseball Bat // Glow in the Dark Biohazard Bracelet // Modified Chemical Respirator // Syringe Stencil // Vintage Medical Syringe Lapel Pin

(I wasn’t familiar with the story, but I read it and it was pretty cool! Then again, I just like gross stuff like that, lol.)

Mod Wave

[hazyaltcare]

A moodboard for X-Virus (Creepypasta) x Hoody (Marble Hornets) with themes of (Romeo and Juliet-style) doomed love.

X-Virus fanart is by middy_dark_23 on Instagram.

Hoody fanart is by u/YTZerri on Reddit.

(HazyAltCare claims no affiliation to any artists featured.)

Mod Haze (🤝Samuel🤝 & 🎮Greyson)

[xx-k1n-fl4g-sw4g-xx]

X-Virus from Creepypasta request by anonymous

[dear-fictionkin]

Dear Everyone

Im not sure if you can hear me. But I miss you. I know some of us (Jeff) didn't get along. And I know our line of work wasn't the best for the majority of us. But I miss you all. I miss hugging and loving Brian. miss talking with Jane. I miss the brotherly fights, both verbal and physical, I would get in with Toby. I miss the science experiments me and EJ would do together. I even miss fighting with Jeff. And I miss the way Tim made my brother happy.

Your friend, brother, lover, and enemy

- X-Virus (creepypasta)

[creepypasta-culture-is]

X-virus creep kin culture is only finding x reader fanfics with no actual substance

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[booasaur]

Us: Delle Seyah and Aneela are terrible people, even if grudging allies now, they literally murdered the leads’ love interests among thousands of others, PLUS, they’re QWOC, they’re going to be redeemed by sacrificing themselves to stop the bad guy

Series finale:

[fictionkinfessions]

Kin playlists

Im X-Virus from creepypasta so the majority of my playlist is emo/edgy stuff, normal, what you'd expect

But towards the bottom

Is Hey Lover by Daughters of Eve

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[problematickincalls1]

This is a first for me because i have not found a blog that would accept the relationship I'm trying to find.

But I'm Cody Rogers/Casper from creepypasta. My creepypasta name is X-Virus. I remember my brother was dating Tim/Masky, me and Toby were half brothers specifically. I was dating Brian/Hoody. And I was friends with Jane the killer and Eyeless Jack. I also didn't get along with Jeff the killer or Ben drowned.

I was also 19, Toby was 21, Tim and Brian were 25, Jane and EJ were in their 20s, Ben was 8 physically and in his 20s chronologically, and Jeff was 16.

Everyone lived together in the slender mansion and we were all Slenderman's proxies.

I'm willing to talk to anyone, but especially Brian, Toby, Jane, and EJ

Thanks

-X-Virus

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