[acidiclungz]

introduction

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hi i’m may

- likes: creepypasta, cod, midwest emo, poetry, psychology, philosophy, smokes, whiny garage band music, painting, skateboarding (no i cant do any tricks), discord (acidiclungz), and the gym

- dislikes: annoying ppl, blowing up my phone, and basic dni

i write creepypasta stuff basically but i sometimes disappear for awhile so there’s that

[acidiclungz]

simon “ghost” riley listens to sleep token

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[divine-fawn]

gay...

[acidiclungz]

as toby gets older he’s cheap bourbon and cigarettes. he’s crisp autumn air and the smell of bonfires. he’s a beat up F150 and a cabin deep within the woods just outside a small town’s limit. his art is on the 5 o’clock news that holds details of the attack, not that anyone would know it’s him. he’s just the grumpy old man out in Fools Hollow, the local forest. right?

[freezingmcxn-deactivated2024121]

While editing Toby, I’ve decided that he is literally a deer with chronic wasting disease and NOBODY can change my mind.

infected deer waste away, doomed by an illness with no cure leaving them subject to manipulation and loss of control. The disease leads to inevitable death, which is inescapable, painful and slow.

Toby becomes consumed by violence in his life, leaving him to lose control and eventually become victim to manipulation he cannot avoid, leading to his destruction. The path he follows is..inescapable, painful and slow.

He becomes the deer, hollowed out by a disease. A zombie, living for nothing, only serving as a source of energy that benefits an external source.

^All art by Kastoway^

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[acidiclungz]

gas station

a mini oc x pastas teehee

The clock on the wall read 12:30 when the chime of the gas station door announced the arrival of new customers. Lilith barely looked up, assuming it was just another trucker coming after a late night pit stop.

Her indifference quickly shifted when she heard the sharp tones of an argument between two men.

“You’re paying this time,” one of them insisted.

“With what fucking money?”

Lilith sighed and returned to scrolling on her phone, trying to ignore the argument. Her focus was broken again when three more people entered the store.

“Will both of you shut the fuck up!” A girl’s voice cut through the commotion with frustration.

The boy with black shaggy hair and a wicked smile engraved turned towards the girl. “Toby, get your dog.”

“Fuck off Jeff,” said Toby, a lanky figure with floppy brown hair.

The final member of the group was an extremely tall figure cloaked in a hood, their face hidden completely. As the group continued, an uneasy atmosphere lingered in the store, leaving Lilith feeling strangely uncomfortable.

Jeff finally approached the counter and his scowl quickly melted into a grin. “Hi, pretty girl. Mind ringing me up?”

Lilith tried to remain indifferent, but his comment made her slightly flustered. What could she say? She had a weakness for losers.

“Jeff, stop flirting and just pay,” the shorter blonde boy said without looking up from his phone.

Jeff rolled his eyes but returned his focus to Lilith. “How much do I owe you, doll?”

“$25.37,” she replied shortly, aiming to finish up the transaction. Jeff might be attractive in her eyes but his demeanor was unsettling.

“You’re scaring the poor girl, Jeffrey,” the hooded figure interjected. His voice was unsettlingly deep, setting off alarm bells in her head.

“You’re all set,” Lilith said, forcing a small smile as she handed Jeff his bag.

He winked at her before leaving the store, his friends following close behind.

Before the door closed, the girl from earlier called out, “I’m telling Nina.”

“Do not.”

Lilith rolled her eyes. She returned to her phone, checking the list her boss had sent her.

While she was stocking the energy drinks, the bell above the door chimed again.

“Hey, you, what’s your name?” The same girl from earlier approached.

“Lilith. How can I help you?” She responded, slightly glancing up.

“Okay, Lilith, can you show me where the bandages are?”

“Yeah, sure,” Lilith said, standing up and leading her to the first aid aisle. “Here we are. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll meet you up front.” She offered the girl a friendly smile.

“Thanks, doll.” With that, the girl walked off, and Lilith returned to the counter.

“How much do I owe you?” the girl asked sharply.

“$5.97,” Lilith replied as she bagged the items.

“Fuck I only have five bucks,” the brunette said, clearly frustrated.

“No worries, I’ve got it,” Lilith said with a small smile as she handed the girl her things. “Just keep Jeff in check. I don’t get involved with guys who have girlfriends.”

“Hah, they’re not dating, but she’s fucking obsessive and might come pay you a visit. Don’t worry, I’ll keep her in line. I’m Natalie. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other more often.”

“Well have a good night, Natalie,” Lilith said quietly.

“You too,” Natalie replied before heading out the door.

Lilith let out a sigh as the door closed behind her. It was going to be a long night.

[acidiclungz]

i’ve decided i dont have the creative liberty to write a story so it’s discontinued 🔥🔥

[acidiclungz]

okay guyz if i post a story and don’t finish it you can’t be mad at me

[acidiclungz]

i wrote an entire chapter for my story ONLY TO FUCKING DELETE IT

[necroromantics]

Once again respectfully begging and pleading and asking the Creepypasta fandom to stop treating Bipolar disorder like its just mood swings PLEAAAAAAASE PLEASE ITS SO FRUSTRATING I understand that theres an insane amount of misinformation about Bipolar Disorder, but the extreme highs/lows (manic/depressive episodes) in Bipolar are periods of time that last weeks or even months. It is NOT going from being happy to super angry at the smallest trigger, that is more associated with BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER (BPD). Which is VERY DIFFERENT from Bipolar Disorder (BD).

If you want to write Toby with volatile emotions and hes super moody and he goes from happy to angry or sad really quick, you can, but please don't call that Bipolar. That isnt at all what Bipolar Disorder is. I see it ALL the time and its gotten to a point where its like Man wtf. Please do research

Bipolar episodes are long periods of extremely high energy/moods (manic), or extremely low energy/moods (depressive). Theres a bit more nuance than that but Ima keep it simple for you guys. But I very very highly recommend actually reading about Bipolar and even the difference between BD and BPD

Also, manic episodes are bipolar exclusive. They are the hallmark feature of the disorder, so if a character has bipolar, they will experience manic episodes, or if they experience manic episodes, they will be bipolar. Borderline PD does NOT have manic episodes, though they might experience periods of euphoria.

Theres a very very big difference between mood swings and Bipolar mood swings. Thank you.

[acidiclungz]

clockwork headcanons x

- she smells like cigarettes and ed hardy perfume, has a seriously bad nicotine addiction and can take down two packs of smokes a week if she wanted to

- works at an old diner in her small hometown, all the older customers favor her because she’s authentically herself and doesn’t put up a front

- she sells her art on etsy and makes a pretty good income off of it, it’s mainly paintings full of gore and violent displays (some depicting previous victims)

- she kills her victims but in a beautiful way. she draws her kills to morph them into what she deems as art. no victim is ever the same, but her signature is precision and thought.

- she is more of a leader when grouped with the other creeps, taking the group into what she deems the proper direction and execution. if things aren’t done her way they aren’t being done the right way. she’ll work alongside people but not willingly

- as far as companionship goes she doesn’t really care for it. or, at least that’s what she tells herself. she doesn’t want love because in all reality she’s afraid of it. it’s easier to hate something than long for it. so in terms of friendships or relationships you shouldn’t expect anything from her.

- she’s sort of a mix between alt and country? so like midwest emo but alternative i guess. she wears bootcut jeans, undershirts, and flannels paired with converse that look like they’ve been through ww1.

[acidiclungz]

a story about real world natalie ouellette and toby rogers where they end up in the same shitty town but run into each other after their chaotic climaxes??

[acidiclungz]

jane reminds me of a sorrowful haunted doll, her presence is felt but it almost feels unreal. she’s practically a ghost, haunting the living but close to the dead. janes not very flashy either. but she does leave some sort of offering at every killing, feeling slightly remorseful. don’t think too much of it though she doesn’t let it consume her.

[acidiclungz]

the day someone finds my twitter is the day i nuke myself

[fatheroplants]

the baptism