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[blxrrii]

Hello to everyone that requested a matchup, I promise i'm getting to them very slowly I had just recently endured some. really really traumatic shit and tldr couldn't rlly update but im slowly getting back in the groove and will write vv soon

[blxrrii]

ermmm hi this is my first time asking for a matchup so i hope i got everything ISKDNAKSJSJS SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG

appearance; i’m exactly 5 feet (unfortunately) and weigh about 120 pounds. i would say i’m a little curvy, especially in the hip area. my hair is wavy (2c) and is also about shoulder length with layers, and it has blue chunky highlights and a bit of growth of my natural hair color (dark brown/almost black). i’m quite fair for my skin color, but i’m not too pale i think. my undertone is cool/neutral. i do have 2 moles at the bottom left side of my jaw. i have dark brown eyes, almost as dark as my hair and i have naturally long lashes. i also wear clear acetate glasses. my lips are like … normal, i think? i’d say they’re full, as they’re not too thick or thin and i do have one crooked tooth (my lateral incisor sticks out just a bit and has always been a huge insecurity of mine.) i also currently have a nose ring on my right nostril, although i used to have a brow piercing on my right brow. i think i dress as a mix of grunge and baggy/casual. think of adam sandler type clothing but make it ~grunge/emo~

personality; i’m an INFP-T, aquarius sun, taurus moon, and gemini rising (if that matters?) i’m quite introverted, and it takes me a while for me to get comfortable with someone. i think that’s why my social circle is so small (in terms of real life anyway.) but i care for my friends and family deeply. i’m not as socially awkward as i used to be thanks to my job, but i’m still not very extroverted outside of work. i would say im quite sarcastic, and a lot of people call me a smart ass. i think i’m quite emotional, but only when im by myself. i hate showing my emotions to others, especially sadness or anger. i HATE crying in front of others. and i am not violent by any means although sometimes i wouldn’t be opposed to back-handing the shit out of someone. i think im easily pleased though, and just about anything makes me laugh. i’m a foodie too and i listen to music all the time in my spare time. if im not, then im probably sleeping. if it also helps, i am diagnosed with major depressive and generalized anxiety lmao.

likes/dislikes; i like all kinds of music. pop, r&b, kpop, jpop, rock, heavy metal, you name it. my favorite kpop group is red velvet. i also like anime, a couple of my favorites being black butler and bungo stray dogs. i HATE horror movies because im a chicken that’s easily paranoid (but i weirdly love creepypasta.) i also bake since i have a bit of a sweet tooth. my favorite thing to make is red velvet cookies. i HATE cooking though, but i do it because i obviously need to survive (sigh.) i also LOVE spicy food. but im not too much of a fan of salty snacks like… popcorn or crackers. im also a HUGEE coffee drinker. i’m not much of a gamer, but i do enjoy minecraft, tomodachi life, and animal crossing. sometimes roblox too because of my younger siblings. i enjoy reading (fics) and writing when i have the motivation to do so. although i WISH i was good at drawing but i just don’t have the patience to learn. i also know a bit of guitar but its not anything crazy. i also love my dog, he’s a 5 year old pomeranian and he’s spoiled rotten. but ive alwaysss wanted a cat, specifically a black one. i think they’re so cute. my favorite color is blue and black. you’d think i like it on my hair though, but i think my long red hair suited me best.

my type in men; don’t be an asshole, at least not to me xD. is it bad to say i like the “mean to everyone but you” trope? but i CANNOT date someone who gets angry at me easily, because it can either go two ways: i get angry too and match your energy and we get toxic really fast or i get scared and ghost you LMAO. my love language is a mix of quality time and physical touch. but i do like my own space too sometimes and need someone to respect that. like, i can be near you and touching you but we can still be doing our own thing. i also occasionally like to give gifts, but i kinda hate being the one receiving gifts LOL. i kind of want someone who can provide comfort, not just sit there awkwardly when im visibly upset. like, i dunno, provide words of comfort or hold me or SOMETHING. GOD. i also CANNOT be with someone who isn’t funny. you HAVE to be funny. no exceptions. be cringe and free with me. but like, know when it’s appropriate to joke and when to be serious. i also like when someone is gentle, and not very loud when they talk as im a bit soft spoken myself.

extra; my favorite creepypastas are eyeless jack, laughing jack, bloody painter, and masky and hoodie. anyways ok i think that’s all byee nowww

Matchup #3

Matched with: Bloody Painter

Bloody Painter

Helen, much like the millions of other artists on the planet, was susceptible to the occasional art block. It’s something he’s dealt with many times in the past, and didn’t pay it much worry or thought. Usually he’d leave his art room and let inspiration hit him when it did. 

This instance, however, was different. It had been weeks since he’d created, pressed paint onto his palette and turned his ideas into art. He wasn’t an idiot — he knew staying locked in a room with nothing but a canvas and a paint palette everyday wasn't exactly the best place to catch inspiration. So he tried to find it elsewhere. Left his dingy apartment for once to take walks or visit an art museum or whatever-the-fuck-else the internet suggested him to do. And, just as he predicted, he’d come back empty brained and hope shredded to pieces.

He’s about to give up for the day, go back to  his apartment and brood over his dilemma. Despite his deep aversion towards the general public, the painter went to the public library after recalling moments in his life where he’d skim through history books to stare at old Victorian paintings, depicting different themes, symbols, and motifs that were embedded within them. Though, even that didn’t seem to be any fun to him, and just looking at the group of highschoolers that were being obnoxiously loud was making him want to drive his head into a brick wall. So, with his hope and pride skinning itself slowly, he starts making his way out.

It’s as if he’s mourning. As if his artistic capabilities had died and left him to manage this earth all on his own. It’s sad, almost. Seeing him so upset over all of this.  Maybe there was no saving him, he thinks whilst pouting. He’s thinking of quitting, that he should just hang his coat up and retire. Maybe he should hang himself up while he was at it–

His thinking sequence is cut off by something hitting his chest. Slightly upset that his depressive thinking was cut off, Helen looks down, brows furrowed and ready to be bitchy because he truly was in no mood but then—

Every thought for the past week is thrown out of his brain and the sentences in his mouth that were ready to be fired out melt away. The being in front of him is talking and though he can hear your voice he’s not exactly hearing you. Instead he’s waiting for his brain to render what he’s feeling because he’s absolutely breathless and is not exactly sure how to react whilst looking at what must be the most beautiful creation he’s ever laid his eyes on.

And that was how you became the cause of his second dilemma. Because now it wasn’t that he couldn’t figure out what to paint, but rather every painting resembled you. He painted the picture of your eyes staring up at him, long lashes and every emotion swirling amidst each other like they held the galaxy itself within. He was completely and utterly enamoured by you. Sure, he’s seen attractive people before and can admit when someone was objectively good looking; But you— you fascinated him. You were beauty personified. 

So he went out of his way to look for you. Entering random coffee shops or walking the same side walk where you had first bumped into him in hopes of seeing you. And when he does, he’s just as floored as he was the first time, and couldn’t manage to muster up the courage to ask you on a date, so he instead buys you sweets and sits down in front of you, awkward as ever. You both are, and the conversations are minimal and he could probably die of embarrassment from how awful he did but he prevails. And slowly the layers around him start peeling away, and the biweekly sits at a sweets shop nearby turns weekly, then every other day until you both aren’t even at the sweets shop and instead run random errands with each other and are at each other's apartment.

 Helen’s love is quiet but prominent. He’s not the best at words, never has been. But he holds you, clasps your hand in his and hugs it tight. He’s not huge on going out, and is grateful that you understand that. He loves that you both can be doing your own thing for hours on end and, as long as you’re near each other, the two of you are at ease. He’s the type to lay down with your head on his chest, fall asleep whilst you scroll through your phone or while you play with his hair. Or, during the nights he cant sleep, he lays facing you and just watches. Yes he’s aware how creepy that sounds, that doesn’t mean he will stop anytime soon even if you do catch him.

The man is blunt, to say the least. Usually he keeps his opinions to himself, however if prompted to give input he spares no feelings. And it makes gossiping with him all the more fun. You’ll tell him about some dumb shit your boss has been up to and he’s immediately going on about how you should spare the guy since he’s ‘bald and sweaty and his testosterone levels are decreasing by the day’

He doesn’t realize how much he makes you laugh without meaning to. Everytime he spills something or does something he shouldn't do by accident, he side eyes you from across the room to see if you noticed. And, more times than not, you do.

It’s become your guys’ thing in a way. Anytime you guys find yourself in an awkward situation you'd find each other’s eyes in any room, no matter how crowded. A sign that you guys would have a debrief session later on.

Helen’s favorite thing about you is your sense of humor. He loves the way your face contorts when something doesn’t go your way, or the long tangents you go on when some random on the internet pisses you off for the millionth time. He loves how passionate you get about hating, be it a serious matter on how much your coworkers such at their job or an argument with a 7 year old on roblox (though one could argue that too is just as much serious).

Physically, however, his favorite part of you is your hips. He loves watching you walk just slightly ahead of him, how your hips sway. If you’re doing something, he is bound to come up behind you and put his hands on your hips, talk a little too close into your ear that it makes a shiver go down your spine.

He’s never been an animal person. Not that he dislikes them — he’s just never really had a connection with an animal. The lack of interactions with animals his whole entire life made his interaction with your pomeranian quite the entertainment. A man in his mid 20’s who has done unspeakable things in the name of art hiding behind you, using you as a buffer between him and your fluff ball of a dog. He does, eventually, learn how to interact with him, and despite the initial hesitance whenever he was around, lets him join your cuddle sessions. Soon enough, his camera roll becomes a mix of photos of you, your dog, and other combinations between the three of you.

To Helen, you’re his muse, his inspiration and light. He finds a creative outlet in you, and can’t get enough of you. You both find comfort in each other, understanding that isn’t easy to come by. He gives you unwavering loyalty, every concern you bring up he understands and does his best to correct. Your love is an ocean of emotions, boundless and with no end. It continues to unravel, every miniscule detail aligning to create complete and perfect bliss.

NSFW

Body Worship — It's an obvious one, however Helen really cannot get enough of you. He loves peppering kisses all over your body and running his hands over you. He’ll bite the lobe of your ear and tell you how good you look, how he’s the luckiest man in the world for being able to have you in front of his eyes and his eyes only. He’s quite possessive, and it really shows with the way he bites into you. It starts light against your jaw, then kisses that linger a little too long at your neck until he’s practically about to sink his teeth into your collarbones. 

Praise— It goes both ways with him. Loves, and I mean loves, listening to you moan while he’s at it. There’s something that gets him going knowing he makes you a heated mess before he even fucks you properly. Be it finger fucking you or you grinding against his thigh (God there’s something so erotic about you on top of him moving back and forth, makes his dick harden just thinking about it), he wants to know how good he’s making you feel. He wants to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. He loves praising you as well. Loves telling you how pretty you look on top of him, how good you’re making him feel. He wants you to know how you’re the only one for him, that you’re his princess and he wants you to feel like such every minute the two of you are together.

Bondage— He finds it so erotic seeing you under him with your hands tied above your head. Loves seeing you pull against it every time he fucks into you, knowing just how much power he holds. 

Cowgirl — as noted earlier, this man loves seeing you on top of him. It’s the position where he can see all of you, of course! Loves watching your tits bounce and grabbing at your hips. He guides you over him, coos on and on about how good you look and how much he loves you and ‘fuck baby you’re going to make me cum so hard’. Love love loves watching the way you bite your lips and your face flush. He just wants you to come undone in front of him.

Aftercare — Just wants to cuddle and be in your presence. Helps you get cleaned up and right after its naked cuddling and pillow talk until one of you falls asleep. Likes feeling your heart thump against him and hearing your soft breathing. He loves knowing that you feel safe and comfortable around him. Loves knowing that he’s just as much yours as you are his.

Hehe Thank u for request... sorry it took so long my life sucks rn T~T Hope you enjoy!!!

[blxrrii]

OHMYGODMY MATCHUP THA NK YOUUU I LOVE ITTTT (it’s the Eyeless Jack one btw)

ACKKK YOURE WELCOME IM SO GLAD AND RELIEVED YOU ENJOYED IT

[blxrrii]

hiii i’m nemu i’m a cute little meowmeow that would never even hurt a fly 🐣 i like to write and i am silly :3 and soooooo innocent and sweet and vegan and nice and benevolent >w< Can u write me a matchup for my creepypasta Partner OwO

i match you with Laughing Jack because hes gonna be ur big alpha daddy so you better be ready to giddy up

[blxrrii]

Haii I saw you were doing matchups? This is my first time doing this

Appearance: I’m 5’2, a more chubby body type (45-34-44, if that helps). I have light skin with some moles here and there, cool undertones, im a true winter. I’m a brunette (it’s like a level 5), my hair type is 1C, its a bit past my waist with curtain bangs. blue eyes too, but like a more dulled down shade of blue. And a nostril piercing on my right nostril. I’ve been told I look like a stoner and like I vape many times, if that helps

Personality: I’m an INFP 6w5, Pisces sun cancer moon cancer rising if thats worth anything. I do make myself talk more, but if I had life my way id barely speak. I’m a bit of a worrywort too. I feel emotions intensely, does it help to say Himiko Toga is relatable in how she wants to love someone entirely and to be them?

Other stuff: I’m a genshin, MHA, KNY, TMNT fan. I like Sabrina Carpenter and Cascada. My fav perfumes are gourmands. My fav color is Alice blue. I have a MASSIVE sweet tooth. Some games I play are Mario kart 8, South Park stick of truth, South Park the fractured but whole, princess peach showtime, genshin impact, Pokémon violet, pokemon shield, stardew valley. My ideal date is just a simple coffee date, I like coffee quite a bit (I drink it any way, it doesn’t matter to me)

I hope all this makes sense 💔

Matchup #2

Matched With: Eyeless Jack

Eyeless Jack

Eyeless Jack doesn’t come across people often, and when he does it’s only really to feast. He doesn’t see a reason to interact with them. Not when he looks the way he does — when his victims who did wake up amidst him stealing the organs from their body, they screamed in terror of the monster hovering above them. He doesn’t like people anyways. It doesn’t matter what people think of him because they’re nothing to them.

You, however, are so much more than just ‘people’. Prior to meeting you, all Jack knew about humans was anatomy. Their way of thinking or why they act the way they do… it was all so foreign to him. Until he met you.

You’re his life, the constant thought and image that plays in his brain on repeat during all hours of the day. He loves to examine each one of your features, how each component comes and works together to craft and bring you to justice. 

If he had to pick, his favorite one of your features is your eyes, as ironic as it is. Maybe it’s the lack of his own, but he can stare at your irises for hours, examining the different blues marble against each other. And somehow, subconsciously he starts looking for that shade in blue in random places. Anything that resembles you — that encapsulates you.

Even more, he loves how he can tell from a single glance what you’re feeling just through eye contact. Loves that there isn’t a need for words to be exchanged between the two of you. He knows when you’re upset by the glassy look, or how badly you want something the way your eyes light up looking at it. He understands when he’s with you. And he wants to understand as much as he can possibly.

The thing he doesn’t understand about you is why you seem to be so protective over him. Why you worry over a new bruise forming atop his skin or if he’s been eating amply is something he will always question.

He loves being around you. Not a word has to be communicated between the two of you. He could spend hours laying on the bed with you doing absolutely nothing but brushing his fingers through the length of your hair Just knowing you’re there — within arms reach of him —- is enough. 

He’s not good with his words, but makes up for it with the little actions throughout the day. It’s making coffee in the moring before you wake up, or listening to you rant about the current game your playing — if it’s you, he loves it.

Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy this and are glad with who you are paired with. No one mentions how nerve wracking this is what if anon hates the person they received...hopefully that isn't the case

[blxrrii]

Omg

Wait you write fiction right? Was it on AO3 or Wattpad? I think I followed you on here FOREVER ago but I never turned on notifications so this is the first time I’ve seen you in a very long time!

haha yes! i still do im js bad at updating…..im burnt out and out of my prime sigh

[blxrrii]

Would Masky and Hoodie be butt buddies yay or nay

why stop at butt…..why not weenie buddies….

[blxrrii]

Howdyyy I would like to put a request in for your CRP requests!! If possible could you do Masky and Hoodie? I have dark hair with blonde and red and I am a very bitchy and aggressive person thank you thank you in advance 😋

Matchup #1

Matched With: Masky and Hoodie

Masky

Meeting

His days aren't exactly exciting. He goes out, does his regular hitman-like jobs, comes back to the temporary motel he’s staying at, pops a couple of his medication pills that are definitely attained in a legal way and pass out from them. 

His life is boring. The same cycle everyday — rinse and repeat.

Until he finds you

His day was going worse than usual, which meant he was being more of an asshole than usual. Whatever, it was the last job of the day anyways. Then he can go back and sleep before repeating the same thing the next day–

Thud

Something hits his back, then falls to the ground. The feeling of it stings his back a little, and he picks up the small metal rod, examining it before looking up towards the direction it came from.

Red. It’s there for maybe a second, staring at him before seemingly realizing the predicament it’s in and swiftly running through a corridor.

No one is there to witness it, but he laughs, finding amusement in the idea that someone would actually try and fight back. 

He walks down the opposite corridor where they would then meet in the middle. He can’t let them live. No witnesses left alive.

When the two do meet in the middle, however, he can’t help but take a moment to pause and admire the person in front of them. He has his hand firmly grasped on their arm, and they’re staring at him like they hate him. 

They’re scared — sure. But the way they looked as if they wanted to bite him — he’s infatuated.

Dynamic

He likes to bicker with you. LIkes how you seem to defy everything he says, how everything seems to be a rude remark or a tease. 

And he doesn’t have to worry about offending you. He can bicker back, tease you just as much and he knows you’ll only come up with a better fight.

Likes that you’re bold. You don’t back down from fights, always the one to throw a hand first.

That does mean that he’s usually the one picking up your mess, finishing what you started or dragging you away from any certain disputes. Before meeting you he had never been one to apologize. But he learns through you that sometimes it’s not worth the hassle, not worth getting angry — especially if it meant that you were the one getting hurt. 

And you learn through him too. Learn basic self defense strategies. How to hold a pocket knife in a way that would do maximum damage. The best ways to dodge punches and how to properly throw a punch without injuring yourself.

 Because he worries. Worries that one day he won’t be there to protect you and you’ll get yourself into something bigger than you can handle. Worries that one day the usual tuff of red that seemingly haunts the various motel rooms he stays at will disappear, and he’ll have to go back to the same boring cycle. Because you’re fun, and even if he would never admit it outloud, he loves how you give him a reason to wake up the next morning. How you put up with him. How you give him purpose.

Hoodie

Dynamic

It’s a lot of you complaining and him seemingly listening, not uttering much. You’re complaining about something small, and he’s only thinking about how adorable you are talking so passionately. That’s not to say he doesn’t listen at all, but it’s definitely distracting when you’re rambling at 1000 words per minute. 

He’s good at calming you down, however. Knows the right words to soothe your nerves. Likes to give back massage and somehow push the exact pressure points. Just reciprocate the action, God knows what he’s like when he isn’t on guard 24/7.

Likes watching you argue with others. The old lady who thinks she’s entitled enough to skip the long rush line at your favorite cafe? He’ll stand behind you while you argue with them because it’s so addicting watching you so adamant over something seemingly small.

But the moment someone tries to get physical and he wastes no time stepping in. As if he is your guard dog — he’d never let you get harmed.

He observes everything about you. Likes, dislikes, what ticks you off and the small things that you appreciate. He loves watching you being yourself.

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoyed this, it's my first one doing one haha.

[blxrrii]

Creepypasta Matchups

Hello! I am opening up requests for matchups with various creepypasta characters!

Characters I will write for: Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, Eyeless Jack, BEN Drowned, Laughing Jack, Dr. Smiley, Slenderman, Bloody Painter, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, NIna, etc.

To request please leave an ask in my inbox with details about your appearance, personality, and whatever else you may like to add!

*Currently, i will not write NSFW matchups, however this can change in the near future. *

Thank you for reading, I look forward to everyone's requests!

[blxrrii]

I used to go by Ash when we first met but I was the annoying kid who was obsessed with Ben drowned lol (ಡωಡ)

OMGGG HAHA hi ash hope ur doing well <3

[blxrrii]

Hi Blix we used to be discord friends and then I was just scrolling through tumblr and I found ur account! I would say hi but honestly I'm to embarrassed because I have no shame on tumblr an I would hate for my tumblr account to be ur impression of me after a while of not speaking..

ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅

omggg haiii who is this pls tell me….. i wanna catch up or at least tell me how long ago this was so i can make a guess at least….

[blxrrii]

hello? R u still active? Just checking up :3 btw do u still use wattpad?

im alive….. i think

[blxrrii]

hi! i noticed u haven't uploaded in awhile and i was wondering if you're doing alright? me and a lot of other people are worried about u 💕

hai sorry i just escaped from the pits of hell pls dont tell the masses i snuck back onto earth.

[bloodblanks]

Ngl I agree with the other anon not because it screams ai (I doubt for you.) but it just isn’t written that good? It’s alright at most ig

help you aren’t slick 😭 we all know you’re the same anon… why would someone be following my page for mid content 😭😭 just use ur main already or what r u afraid of ?

[blxrrii]

hate following in the big 2025 💔 get a job

[blxrrii]

Creepypasta Height Headcanons

Thought of these while on a call with my friend JSJS. Enjoy!

Masky: 5'10. Built and strong. If in any case there's a chance where he has to run after you, consider yourself caught before he even starts

Hoodie: 6'0 Tall with muscle. Usually hides it underneath the clothes but he's pretty strong.

Toby: 5'11, tall and lanky. To the untrained eye it would seem as if he doesn't have much muscle, however the moment he so much as flexes his arms in the mirror and you're reminded of the dual axe swinging maniac that he is.

Jeff: 5'10 but he likes to lie about it. It bothers him that he's shorter than Liu, but the brute force that his body holds is enough to make up for it.

BEN: 5'5, not that his height matters much. He's always in the flesh and soul of computing systems, either spying on people or messing with their computers. It does take him off guard whenever he is standing around people, though. Something about being so short and not floating is just so... boring to him.

Eyeless Jack: 6'3 and fucking jacked. There's no place where he is lacking muscle, and if he were hunting you down you might as well just say your prayers beforehand.

Clockwork: 5'6 and skinny. Her diet isn't necessarily healthy, and she isn't all too physical with her victims.

Jane: 5'9 and strong. Not necessarily muscular, but could definitely pin someone down or overpower them.

H.Liu: 6'1 and toned. Does he necessarily care about his height? No. Does he somewhat enjoy the fact that he's taller than Jeff? Yes.

Bloody Painter: 5'11 with veiny arms. Maybe it has something to do with the intricacy of his paintings, the attention in flicking his hand ever so slightly to get the perfect brush stroke.

[hatefrmfishii-deactivated202505]

when he's a ten <3

[yasmimkilleruwu]