Welcome, Humans and Other Beings

Weelcomee to my domain. ((Ask blog for the creepypasta The Rake and Anise Mikkelsen, the human who has made a home in his domain. Feel free to send them an ask, submit some art, or start a thread with them!))

[ask-rake]

Thinking about coming back to this blog?

Who knows.

[ask-rake]

I'm giving this blog away

Send me an ask here if you want it. We can talk over the details and I'll be more than happy to work with you.

[ask-rake]

Goodbye

I  can't figure out how to set the blog to private, so I'll just leave it in case my sister wants the damn thing. I fucked a lot of things up with a lot of people, and I'm sorry I hurt them. I failed at a lot of things, but I silently prayed that this was the one thing I could be good at.

Goodbye followers. I'll miss you.

[ask-rake]

Thank you, really. I think this sounds much more reasonable for now. If nothing else, maybe just take a short hiatus to destress, reflect on whatever's happened here, maybe find new inspiration (that inspiration may be elsewhere, and all of us respect that, but this way you'd have a way to direct people to where next they could interact with you, if you'd like). Your creative work is worthwhile, you're worthwhile, and I appreciate you taking the time to answer me.

thnk you

[ask-rake]

You've been on here what, two years? I'm just saying, it's a /hell/ of a lot to erase on such short-notice and with such a quick decision, even though I know you feel strongly about this. I just suggest you sit on the decision for a while longer, make sure it's not one you'll regret later. There are a lot of people here who also know the great sides of you, and you'll lose contact with them this way.

I'll set it it private, then. My sister can pick the blog back up if she wants.

[ask-rake]

M!A you must be dressed as a high school cheerleader.

Not accepting M!As right now.

[ask-rake]

Haven't you had months of fun here? It would be a shame to erase all that after one night of arguments. I've really liked interacting with you.

I'm erasing a lot more than that.

[ask-rake]

WHY DELETE I love reading all your threads and stuff like a creeper T^T

I'm sorry.

[ask-rake]

I'm deleting my blog in an hour.

I'm sorry that I was so abrasive. All I wanted to do was make friends. This is the last time you'll hear from me.

I'm sorry. 

I'll take some time to get my things in order, but then I'm taking everything down. It's funny, most of the Rake blogs I've seen end up inactive, mostly with things like this attached to them. I guess its a curse. 

Goodbye, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you guys.

[meladoodle]

try to close someone’s eyes like a corpse when you’re bored of talking to them

[ask-rake]

[oKEii okei io k a y starter] Jeff pulled up to Anise's house around noon; he knew better than to leave without telling her. After climbing the stairs onto the porch, he knocked softly on the door, waiting for her to answer. Shouting could be heard from inside the house, causing him to raise a brow in suspicion, but quickly brought it back down to earth when Anise opened the door. "Hey," he greeted her. "Hey, I'm just about to head out. Thought you might want me to tell you before I left."

((wowie wow hey hi guess w ho fell asellp))

"Hey" Anise replied in the most polite tone she could muster. After a day of fighting with her hormonal teenage daughter, this was the last thing she needed. “Just try to keep in touch, all right? You know I worry about you.” She sighed and pulled the taller man into a tight hug. “Stay safe, Jeff.”

[ask-rake]

Once the desktop loaded, Charlotta felt the color drain from her face. “…What?” The teen felt her stomach turn as she saw all of the research as the information burned into her mind.

He lied to her. 

Jeff had lied to Char her entire life, about everything. A list of his prior marks were displayed on the screen, along with his current target. She began rummaging through his laptop, her eyes darting across the screen frantically as the truth about the man who meant the world to her came into the light. “He lied to me…” She whispered quietly as tears began to blur her vision.

Him being a hitman wasn’t what upset her. For Christ sake, her other Godfather was the son of Satan and she lived with The Rake. The thing that emotionally wrecked her was that he’d lied to her about it. For as long as she could remember, Jeff had be the one person, the only person who was open with her. He was the person she confided in, the only one Char felt she could be herself around. But that clearly didn’t go both ways.

Once she was done looking through all the information, char returned everything to the way she’d found it and stepped away from his side of the room. The heavy ball she’d kept floating in the air dropped to the ground, and Char screamed in frustration.

You trusted him, and he lied to you. She raked a hand through her hair and began to hyperventilate. Her pupils began to dilate and contract rapidly, and the color of her iris’ began to change from ice blue to a swirling garnet color .  H̶̗̖̫̞̘̕͜E̹͖̬̤͔ͅͅ ̗̯͚͕̥L̳I͍̠E̦̦D҉̢̩͍̺̫̻ͅ ̷͖͓̺͎̟̦͕͉̟T̛̰͜O̴̺̺̥͚̞͔̙̼͜ ̛̩̬̙Y͉͙ͅO̷̘̣͇̻͙̬̕͝U͇̠̟̥͉̜͙͍̰.̴̯̲̣̺̹͎͈̜́  

Char squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears. “Enough!” She yelled. All the objects around her were pushed back about 6 inches by an unseen force, and Char collapsed in a heap on the ground. “I can’t believe this…” She whimpered softly as hot tears burned her cheeks.

[brooksbrothersrp]

Jeff had managed to catch a glimpse of the target several times and even figure out his work schedule—of course, he’d have to return to be sure that they remained the same with each day.  However, for now, what he managed to catch was that this Mr. Baker had the average nine-to-five work schedule, and was an active smoker, taking a break every two hours on the hour, although he coughed and choked on each cigarette he lit.  

Around ten minutes after Frederick left, so did Jeff, letting him depart before taking his own leave, so not to let himself be seen.  

Once he was…off the clock, so to speak, Jeff stopped at a nearby grocery store, purchasing breakfast items for Charlotta, knowing that leftover pizza and wings would not suffice for more than today.  Even if they would, with Char used to Anise’s cooking, Jeff felt obliged to give her better.

And so, with two shopping bags full of muffins, bagels, and other non-perishable breakfast items, Jeff headed back to the motel, parking the van in the darkened lot and making his way to the room, pulling the key from his pocket to unlock the door.

Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, he noted the time:  6:26.    He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands too full to use the knob.  After setting the items on the table, however, he made sure to lock it back, giving Charlotta a nod.  “Hey, how was your day?”

[ask-rake]

"Hey." She replied from under the blankets. She'd taken the blanket and sheet from her bed and made a sort of cocoon around herself, leaving only her head exposed. "It was okay. How was yours?" She murmured as she curled around herself further. 

Char felt totally numb. She wasn't angry, or upset. The adolescent girl found herself completely devoid of emotion. And she didn't even know how to address what she'd found. "Meet anybody interesting whilst you were out?"

[mondya]

yes, how else would i cry anon tears?

do u ever regret doing something

[sweatersarentsweatshirts]

i can never be anon ever again.

[ask-rake]

[oKEii okei io k a y starter] Jeff pulled up to Anise's house around noon; he knew better than to leave without telling her. After climbing the stairs onto the porch, he knocked softly on the door, waiting for her to answer. Shouting could be heard from inside the house, causing him to raise a brow in suspicion, but quickly brought it back down to earth when Anise opened the door. "Hey," he greeted her. "Hey, I'm just about to head out. Thought you might want me to tell you before I left."

((wowie wow hey hi guess w ho fell asellp))

"Hey" Anise replied in the most polite tone she could muster. After a day of fighting with her hormonal teenage daughter, this was the last thing she needed. “Just try to keep in touch, all right? You know I worry about you.” She sighed and pulled the taller man into a tight hug. “Stay safe, Jeff.”

[ask-rake]

Char woke up at roughly 8 in the morning, still groggy after staying up much later than she was used to. The drowsy teen hardly remembered Jeff leaving the hotel several hours prior, but she remembered enough of their conversation from the night before to know three things.

One, Jeff was going to be gone for the majority of the day. Two, they were in an exceptionally rough neighborhood and Jeff didn’t want her leaving the room or sleeping whilst he was gone. And three, she was completely alone and as such could do whatever she damn well pleased.

The prospect of being alone for hours on end made the girl grin. She wasted no time in throwing off the blankets and darting straight for her bag.

[brooksbrothersrp]

"How so?" Miss Barnes asked, her tone changing slightly, and not for the better.

"That’s not important."  He crossed his arms, carrying on, "What is important is that it’s a bit of a setback, and I’m having to work around it."

"Mr. Woods, what are you getting at?" Barnes’ patience was running thin, and Jeff was soon going to need to be wrapping this up.

He sighed into the phone, muttering his next words.  ”What I’m gettin’ at is, if you’re wantin’ me to do this, it’s gonna have to be done on my time now.”

[ask-rake]

Char reached into her bag and produced a ball from the deepest pocket. It wasn’t any larger than a tennis ball, but small black sphere was much heavier than that. Char tossed it into the air and froze it in place, keeping it suspended as she began to look for something to do. 

This trick was something Andy had taught her when he’d first started giving her lessons. Keeping the ball suspended while trying to do another task was an excellent way oh honing and strengthening her telekinesis. “Hmmm… What can I do..?” The adolescent girl looked around the empty motel room for some menial task to do until her eyes fell on…

Jeff’s laptop.

A mischievous smile curled on the girl’s lips as she quickly crossed the room. She jumped onto her godfather’s bed and opened the laptop, only to be met with a lock screen. “Shit!” She cursed quietly and bit her lip. What if he left a password..? Char clicked on the password hint button and almost burst into laughter. ”Jenny, don’t change your number! Unbelieveable!!”

She quickly typed ‘867-5309’ into the password bar and laughed to herself as the welcome screen popped up. 

[brooksbrothersrp]

As soon as Anne raised her voice into the phone, Jeff checked out of the conversation, rolling his eyes and waiting for her end to fall silent before hanging up.  

He’d get this done, and he’d get it done right.

But with her bitching at him every step of the way, that wasn’t going to happen.

So, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and pulled the picture of this Baker guy out from it, looking it over.  Once he’d burned his appearance into his mind, he started up the street again, going toward the man’s apparent workplace to see if he could catch a glimpse of him.

[ask-rake]

Once the desktop loaded, Charlotta felt the color drain from her face. "...What?" The teen felt her stomach turn as she saw all of the research as the information burned into her mind.

He lied to her. 

Jeff had lied to Char her entire life, about everything. A list of his prior marks were displayed on the screen, along with his current target. She began rummaging through his laptop, her eyes darting across the screen frantically as the truth about the man who meant the world to her came into the light. "He lied to me..." She whispered quietly as tears began to blur her vision.

Him being a hitman wasn't what upset her. For Christ sake, her other Godfather was the son of Satan and she lived with The Rake. The thing that emotionally wrecked her was that he'd lied to her about it. For as long as she could remember, Jeff had be the one person, the only person who was open with her. He was the person she confided in, the only one Char felt she could be herself around. But that clearly didn't go both ways.

Once she was done looking through all the information, char returned everything to the way she'd found it and stepped away from his side of the room. The heavy ball she'd kept floating in the air dropped to the ground, and Char screamed in frustration.

You trusted him, and he lied to you. She raked a hand through her hair and began to hyperventilate. Her pupils began to dilate and contract rapidly, and the color of her iris' began to change from ice blue to a swirling garnet color .  H̶̗̖̫̞̘̕͜E̹͖̬̤͔ͅͅ ̗̯͚͕̥L̳I͍̠E̦̦D҉̢̩͍̺̫̻ͅ ̷͖͓̺͎̟̦͕͉̟T̛̰͜O̴̺̺̥͚̞͔̙̼͜ ̛̩̬̙Y͉͙ͅO̷̘̣͇̻͙̬̕͝U͇̠̟̥͉̜͙͍̰.̴̯̲̣̺̹͎͈̜́  

Char squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears. "Enough!" She yelled. All the objects around her were pushed back about 6 inches by an unseen force, and Char collapsed in a heap on the ground. "I can't believe this..." She whimpered softly as hot tears burned her cheeks.

[ask-rake]

[ask-rake]

"I uh…" Charlotta was genuinely taken aback by the overwhelming kindness of these complete strangers. "I’m allergic to nuts, and.. uh, cinnamon." She murmured nervously. 

Even though the teen knew she was safe, years of being back-stabbed had made her wary of strangers. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was hunger or fear that made her shake as badly as she did. 

"I-I…" She swallowed and looked to the floor nervously. "I’m not really picky. I’ll eat just about anything!" She blurted out almost too quickly. Char covered her mouth and hung her head lower as her heartbeat began thrumming loudly in her ears. 

[grinningchaos]

“Alright.  No nuts, no cinnamon.  Pretty sure we can swing that," Jeff muttered, almost amused by the teenager’s obvious surprise… and nerves.  Not strange, he guessed.  Hopefully the Zalgist atmosphere was infectious enough to calm her down before too long.

“I’ll get somethin’ put in for ya, kid.  Prolly… a lot of something, if you’re really that starving, but we’ll start slow.  Don’t wanna make you sick.  Go ‘head, grab a seat.  You drink?" he asked, simultaneously gesturing toward the empty tables again while getting somebody else’s attention with a wave.

“Yo.  Lucky.  Yeah, we got any, uh…  We got any soup?”

[ask-rake]

"Thank you." Char bowed her head respectfully and took a seat at the bar. "Neat brandy please. On the rocks." She replied quietly as she pulled down her hood. "Thank you for asking."

Char crossed her arms and rested her head on the bar surface. It's so nice here... She thought to herself. It was warm, smelled nice, and above everything else it felt...

Safe.

Sure, she was still wary of the people around her, but as she slowly began to let her guard down, she felt the entirety of the strain put on her tiny body. A combination of only eating about once a week and hardly sleeping left her feeling weaker than she'd originally felt, and the soft scent of food cooking mixed with alcohol was lulling her to sleep. 

[graveyardrabbit]

What if the “others” Tim is referring to are the viewers?

[dutchstore]

Fire drill by Crusoe Celebrity Dachshund

[394938347342-deactivated2014092]

OH MY GOD

[quetedijewn]

[schoolfact]

this blog will make you laugh