Context: Zalgo can freely use swarms body whenever she’s doing something that drives her off course to becoming a vessel. Toby and swarm share a kiss and Zalgo takes over mid smooch- making black blood spit up into Tobys face (gross).
Ok I see Helen as not being one of Slendermans proxies, but just your everyday, love of the game serial killer. Super neat freak perfectionist, hates anything dirty, smelly, ugly, or just unappealing to him specifically, he thinks most people are gross and dirty, and given the opportunity if he’s particularly disgusted with someone, he will take it upon himself to make something “beautiful” with them (the ego on these guys 🙄.) I just kind of see him as being obsessed over what’s ugly or beautiful, and only he knows what true beauty actually looks like and blah blah, but he’s also soooo humble, acknowledging to himself that he’s not perfect so he puts on the mask but ig everybody else has to die. No particular reason I put Liu here, I just wanted to draw him again and play with the new procreate brushes. Being completely honest I think Helen and I would be mortal enemies, I think everything is beautiful, I’ll see a leaf and go “wow that’s so beautiful life is incredible”
Do not side eye me 🫵🏻. Some of you may know by now, I used to be super into creepypastas between the years 2013(ish) and 2016, specially into this mf (i've made so many fanarts back then, and I've made some few redraws these past years). I was feeling nostalgic (also bored) so I wanted to have some fun "redesigning" him and creating headcanons that make more sense in my head, at least comparing it to the original story.
Got you covered with some zooms in case it's hard to read.
See ya when planets align again 🌌
I hope you're enjoying your weekend—especially it being Valentine's day. so i'm done taking my mini break. IM FULLY BACK.
my Inky Asks are officially OPEN again.
please read the NEW updated rules on my pinned post before sending anything. If you’re unsure but it’s thoughtful and respectful, you can still send it. i appreciate all genuine ideas and perspectives.
during my mini break, where i was balancing studying, exams, doing research, and actually socializing. and yes, talking IRL frineds, even to a few specific mutuals. you know who you are.
i also did some reflecting. i realized i was scared that if i fully shifted from VNs to Creepypasta, i wouldn’t be good enough. i compared myself to other writers. that’s why you only saw Creepypasta in fragments. safe portions.
every “indecisive” update was really me not trusting myself to leave a fandom I’d been in for years. it almost felt like leaving something familiar but limiting. but after sitting with it?
Creepypasta has always inspired me more.
there’s more freedom in taking decade old characters and rebuilding them with psychological depth. redrawing the bones. examining them. reinterpreting them without being chained too tightly to canon.
and no, my interpretations will not be OOC caricatures.
i don’t write 2014 versions. toby is not reduced to waffles and stupidity. masky is not a stereotypical twink. hoodie actually has dimension. and then kate is finally relevant to the plot.
i write them grounded, researched, psychologically coherent.
with most VNs, i do the same yet I hold back.
out of respect for the creators and their canon, I don’t feel comfortable reshaping those characters too far beyond what’s written. creepypasta is different. many of those characters were left in limbo, tied to creators who disappeared or imploded. that space allows reinterpretation.
that said, I’m not abandoning TFC, like at all. i didn’t expect you all to love Inkyette the way you did. the support surprised me. and i’m still obsessed with the psychological detail in the freak circus, especially now that Neko is back from his break, including other big creators that support him, i love their work also.
such a mature and wholesome space.
HOWEVER, i don’t want to be the blog/writer that’s known for writing every single VNs, that limits me creatively and I don't have time to be doing all of that, so for NOW ON, this blog centers on—
—CREEPYPASTA and MARBLE HORNETS.
for a little background, even as I moved some things around and experimented on this blog, creepypasta was always meant to be the main focus.
my pfp is my Creepypasta OC, Inksilk. the detailed forest banner at the top. the abandoned spaces threaded through my [ 𝓎𝒶𝓎𝒶’𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁 ⨾ 𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]. the atmosphere in every fandom I touch. that isn’t random decoration. that’s her environment, intentional.
this blog is quite literally her home. it’s my interpretation of living inside Slender’s forest. quiet. watching. breathing between the trees.
Inksilk carries my childhood. the observant silence. the parts of me that had to grow wise early but refused to harden. she lingers instead of announcing herself. the atmosphere speaks for her.
i want to express HER more. i need to express MYSELF more.
creepypasta feels like home because she does.
and many of you sensed that before I ever explained it. your compliments about the aesthetic genuinely mean a lot. you saw her. then, creepypasta is also what I read/interact the most for pure enjoyment. i study other works for perspective. like, dearies, the only fanfics i read is creepypasta related.
people like @pinknaijia, @noctiva, @rainrot4me, @z0l0fft, @cryingintheclubdhmu, even my twin @alienfreak124 has been supporting me mentally, i adore how they express themsleves and write or art to at the point i'm giggling and kicking my feet, unknowingly or knowingly.
even @hexserath, for TFC, will always love you too.
so I want to say thank you to the mutuals and dearest readers who have supported me through this change. Your art, your writing, your presence. It helped more than you think. i appreciate you very much!
moving on, I’m putting my damn foot down.
this is about the negative comments/asks on how I write.
first, I don’t just play and post. nothing i create is random, easy, or cookie cutter bullshit. it’s planned, archived, analyzed, then posted. i keep character files, motive charts, behavioral notes. i scribble names into the margins of my psychology textbooks when something clicks. my camera roll filled with screenshots, art, clips, fragments. if an ending doesn’t land, i let it sit for days until the right ending finds me.
this blog lives beside my neuroscience and psychology coursework.
what i study shapes how i write. what i write gives theory a pulse. that exchange is intentional. It’s part of who I am.
when I first started here, my tone was almost too polished. too professional. i wasn’t fully comfortable using my real voice yet. i didn’t expect my first fic to hit 1.4k likes so quickly or for people to specifically ask for more because they liked how i think on the page.
that honestly surprised me.
since then, i’ve grown. i’ve learned how to balance formal and informal tone. how to keep structure without suffocating personality. And the reader/YN actually, having a decent personality. i want all my dearest readers to think.
i’m not here to flatten everything into something instantly digestible.
and yes, a part of this is my fault. i can be a little too... honset online. a little too personable. that doesn’t mean you get to cross human boundaries, be OVERLY parasocial social or ask invasive, rude questions like i owe you access or explanation on silly things.
i’m not a casual writer throwing words at a wall for quick likes or reblogs. i care about my writing. i care about psychological realism, detail, time, intention. i want my writing to hold weight. i want it to be a space where difficult themes are handled with awareness and care.
if that bothers you, that’s fine. It’s not changing.
there are LEVELS to how passionate I am about this. i’ve always been this way. i was born observant. i notice patterns, tone shifts, micro reactions, the space between what’s said and what’s meant. I use that skill in my writing, and I use it in my studies. my goal of becoming a psychiatrist is not separate from my passion.
if you know me in IRL, you’ve seen the research/writing hours, the late night conversations, the drafts, the questions, the rewrites behind every single post.
like my writing is strong because of who I am.
Intuitive. emotionally aware. linguistically sharp. spatially and socially perceptive. intrapersonal and interpersonal depth. a high GPA university student whose major benefits on constantly studying how people think and why they behave the way they do.
I don’t separate those traits from my work. They are the work.
To those who bring thoughtful ideas and genuine creativity, thank you. You genuinely inspire me.
To the anons ones who demand, insult, or feel entitled to invasive access, THIS is the only acknowledgment you’ll receive.
if you’re not young, i can contextualize it. the prefrontal cortex is still developing. impulse control, long term consequence evaluation, emotional regulation, those executive functions are not fully online yet. even at 18, there’s still maturation happening.
but if you are a grown ass adult, paying bills, filing taxes, living independently, in university, and still engaging in parasocial entitlement or chronically online fixation for exmaple, over how I write, that is not normative behavior. that’s not healthy attachment.
dear, that's a mental illness.
there is no reason to be fully grown ass adult should be obsessing over or policing what a university student writes/thinks on her own blog. i write to explore ideas, to help others reflect, to share my perspective. the only thing you are entitled to know about me is that i am a passionate student. not my private life. not my day to day.
if you have enough time to sit in someone’s inbox being disrespectful and obsessive, redirect that energy. invest in your own development. speak to a licensed professional.
yes, I’m training to become one. I am not yours. Log tf off.
i’m a grown woman with real responsibilities and real life problems. i write about heavy things so people can feel understood. anons jabs do not even graze the top of my priorities. and if you’re bold enough to be disrespectful but hide behind anonymity, you already know you're in the fucking wrong.
You’re not affecting me.
i’m only addressing this because it resurfaces every few months and somehow people think i’ll bend. i won’t.
to my REAL dearest readers, the ones who engage with thought and creativity, thank you. I genuinely appreciate you.
expect more Creepypasta Stuff for now on! — ꩜ yaya .ᐟ
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