Ask Me Whatever

Taken 22 years old Autistic she/her

[stella-lute-propagandist]

I’m not watching any more of the shorts unless they’re specifically side character focused. Couldn’t even hate-watch this one. Moxxie called Stolas “your highness” ten seconds in and I just turned it off. He’s not even a part of royalty anymore and the imp characters still act as lowly pick-me servants towards him… when he’s bumming off of THEIR dime. It’s not a so-bad-it’s-good type of watch; there’s no fun to be had watching it.

[nekrott]

saw these jorge jiménez covers and wanted to recreate them for my creepypasta ships. ninanate first

[nekrott]

second tied up cover, jeffjane or janeff or smth

[connectionterminated13]

Therapist: relax cannon ticciwork child can't hurt you

Cannon ticciwork child:

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Guys he doesn’t have a kid

This was fanart

[connectionterminated13]

This is semi incorrect! This is canon tickework child from clockworks creator not Toby, This is back when the 2 characters were dating. This is a semi canon what if from Clockworks end of the relationship. The kid is not really canon to Toby lore since in canon Toby lore he dies at like 19.

How you want to categorize that is up to you.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Both the creators are shit people btw

Not to mention

[connectionterminated13]

I find it very funny he's lying about the fact they were like 100% ship together. Like there's mountains of art/some posts still existing why would you lie about that?

They were clearly meant to be together it's a very funny thing to lie about like you can say they're not canon anymore you're the creator Toby's creator. Bro why does he like that?

More art and also is that even Toby's creator I know there was someone impersonating him and you've given me no context for that image 😭

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Tbh I’m not sure. Tbh I don’t care much of the ship

Tbh ships shouldn’t be a thing in creepypasta. Mainly cause realistically they are killers and also let alone have time to date. Yes they can have obsessions over random people. But in the case of clockwork and Toby? I don’t care much for it. I mean if people like it that’s fine. Me personally I don’t ship them. Hell i just see them as never knowing eachother or that I’d pair clocky with Jeff.

I also felt like Jeff and clockwork would work better as a romantic pairing. Not to mention her and Toby look alike to the point of siblings. But also too

It’s cause the creators as people suck and I hope they rot.

Tbh I don’t care for creepypasta anymore. And it sucks cause there is a lot of memories but sadly the cracks about the past open up more and more everyday….

Sigh.

[fangirlingalittletoohard]

Falling

Crowley has never been one for relationships. Neither have you. But when a meeting in your favourite Angel's bookshop leaves you both breathless, you might just allow yourselves to finally be loved.

Crowley x fem!reader

Use of y/n, dual perspective

Warnings: smut below the cut! use of 'good girl,' lovey smut

2,137 words

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Chapter 2

It was 8pm on the dot when you heard a knock at your door. “Hi,” you greeted softly, almost melting when you saw the bouquet of red roses he held.  “Good evening [y/n].” He greeted in reply, leaning forward and kissing you softly on the cheek. Your heart was hammering so hard you feared it might actually break out of your ribcage as he handed you the bouquet.  “Thank you.” You practically whispered, failing to prevent the huge smile which you now adorned. “Oh! Come in for a second, I just need to put my shoes on. 

~~~

Crowley stepped into your apartment. It was cosy. Warm lamps and string lights gave your body an almost hazy quality as you stood filling a vase at the sink. Crowley watched you attentively as you placed the roses into the vase before moving over to the sofa where you carefully slipped your feet into little heels, buckling them around your ankles with skilled fingers. He almost gasped as you stood back up, noticing the way your silk dress, although loose and flowy, clung to your body in all the right places. Your hair was loosely curled, framing your face beautifully. You picked up a small bag and took a tube of lipstick out, swiping one final coat of blood red to your lips before turning back to him, asking “Ready?” Crowley couldn’t reply, other than a small nod. He was transfixed by you. The way your hips swayed slightly as you walked over to him, the way you smiled so innocently when he knew you knew what you were doing wearing that dress and that lipstick. 

He wanted you. You looked so perfect and he wanted to take you then and there against the wall, smearing the lipstick you had just applied as he devoured you. But he also wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to woo you. He didn’t want this to be a one time thing because he didn’t think anyone else could make him feel such desire again. So, he offered his arm for you to take as he walked you down the stairs. He opened the passenger door of his Bentley for you and adjusted the temperature so that you felt comfortable in the thin silk of your dress. 

~~~

You were in a vintage Bentley. You felt like you were in an old romcom or something with the way he was being such a gentleman. The leather of the seat was cool and smooth against your skin. “Is this car original?” You asked incredulously as Crowley began driving. You noticed a smirk appear on Crowley’s face.  “She is indeed.” Crowley confirmed. You were in awe of him. He was so cool. The way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he dressed. You couldn’t quite believe he was real, let alone taking you on a date. 

The drive was short, and once Crowley had parked the Bentley he got out and hurried over to open your door for you. He held out his arm for you to take once more and led you up the stairs to the Ritz. You had worried you had overdressed earlier in the evening, but now you were grateful to have chosen one of your more formal dresses.  “Mr Crowley,” the host greeted with a nod of his head, “your usual table is ready for you.”  Crowley nodded and led you over to a small table in the back of the restaurant next to the window and with a perfect view of the piano in the centre of the room. He pulled out your chair for you before seating himself and leaning back casually. 

“Crowley, this is… wow!“ you managed, gazing around the room. Crowley chuckled lowly, causing your lower stomach to flutter. “This is perhaps the most impressive first date I have been on.” You confessed.  “I’m glad.” Crowley smirked. 

~~~ 

You ate, you drank wine, you talked about everything and anything. You were funny and intelligent and sweet. Crowley was in awe of you. He delayed the conclusion of the evening for as long as possible, but eventually the champagne had been drunk, the meal finished and the bill settled and he was walking you back to the car. Too soon for his liking, he was walking you back up the stairs to your apartment and preparing to bid you goodnight. As desperately as he wanted to stay, to finally satiate his desire, he was determined not to move too quickly for you. He was terrified of accidentally scaring you away. 

Finally, you arrived at the door of your apartment. “I’ve had a lovely evening.” You complimented. Crowley hummed in agreement. “I hope it isn’t the last.”  The weight Crowley had been feeling in the pit of his stomach as you drew closer and closer to your door lifted. You wanted a second date. “How does brunch tomorrow sound?” He asked.  You giggled a little at his eagerness. “Brunch tomorrow sounds perfect.” You smiled, slowly leaning upwards and placing a tentative kiss on his lips. Crowley felt a little startled. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him. He had been wanting you to all evening, but hadn’t dared try himself for fear of you not reciprocating. He stood motionless for a second, before pulling you into him and kissing you again, this time much more deeply. 

Eventually, the kiss came to an end. You looked beautiful, pupils blown wide, lips plump and lipstick smeared slightly around the corners of your mouth. “Goodnight Crowley.” You murmured, placing an affectionate peck on his lips and opening your apartment door. Crowley’s heart sank a little, however when you entered your apartment and walked inside, leaving the door wide open, his heart began to beat harder. You dropped your bag to the floor and lifted each foot up in turn, removing your shoes and sauntering over to what he assumed was your bedroom door, your hips swaying seductively. Crowley faltered for a second before quickly following you inside and closing the door. 

~~~

You were glad your back was turned when you heard the front door click shut and Crowley’s footsteps following you as you were unable to hide your huge, giddy grin. He caught up to you as you entered your bedroom, his large hands resting on your hips as he leant down to place gentle kisses from your shoulder up to your neck and jaw. His breath fanned across your cool skin, leaving goosebumps. His hands roamed over your body, as if trying to memorise it as soon as possible. You practically melted into his touch and closed your eyes as he nipped gently at your earlobe. “Crowley,” you whispered, turning to face him. 

~~~

“Do you want this?” He asked, taking your face in both hands. Hell, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The way you looked at him in that moment, with such adoration… Crowley swore he would never recover. You were perfection.  “So badly.” You replied, bring one hand up to rest over his. It was all the confirmation Crowley needed to stop restraining himself. You wanted him as desperately as he wanted you. He caught your lips in another long, deep kiss, dipping his forked tongue into your mouth. He reached behind you, feeling your flesh beneath the smooth silk of your dress, before slowly unzipping it. You allowed it to drop to the floor and Crowley could barely breathe. You were gorgeous. He stood still for a second, trying to commit the image of you wearing nothing but a pair of tiny lace underwear to memory, before hurrying to remove his own clothes. 

~~~ 

You helped to rid Crowley of his clothes, surprised by how perfectly toned his lean body was. He was gorgeous. He allowed you a second to appreciate his almost naked form before dragging you back into a desperate, passionate kiss. He sunk his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, lifting you up so that your legs wrapped around his middle. Clumsily, he walked you over to your bed and laid you down, still hungrily kissing you. His kisses began to stray from your lips down your jaw, neck, and chest. He momentarily detached is lips from your body to observe how your breasts looked being massaged by his hands before resuming his peppering of kisses down your stomach. You were growing restless as his lips inched closer to where you needed him most. 

With a devilish grin, he rested his chin on your naval, his fingers toying with the sides of your underwear as he asked, “may I?” You nodded eagerly, desperate to be rid of the thin and now uncomfortably damp fabric which separated you from him. He effortlessly slipped the garment down your legs and discarded it on the floor, sitting back on his heels to appreciate the sight of your hopelessly wet pussy. Without warning, his serpentine tongue licked a thick stripe from your opening up to your clit. You gasped and your hands flew to his hair. You felt Crowley smirk against your pussy before he began to devour you. His tongue darted in and out of your hole, drawing all manner of filthy noises from you as you squirmed beneath him. He used one arm draped over your lower stomach to hold you in place, and his other hand to slowly insert a long digit into you whilst his lips attached themselves to your clit. It was bliss. You sounded like a pornstar but you couldn’t care less. You felt yourself approaching your climax as he inserted another finger, and couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs closed around his head. Crowley growled into your pussy, the vibrations sending you over the edge as you came, pussy clenching around his fingers.  

~~~ 

He would have carried on, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with his tongue, but the way you clenched around his fingers and moaned so filthily had his cock twitching and he had to be inside you. He stripped his boxers off and kicked them to the side, his cock springing up against his stomach. You whimpered as he used the slick from your orgasm to lubricate his cock and cried out when he slowly thrust it into you. Hell you were perfect. The way your tight little pussy swallowed him up and yielded to him, despite his impressive size, had him completely weak. He usually refused to thank God for anything, but in this moment, he felt an overwhelming gratitude for how your pussy felt as though it had been made for him. “That’s it, my darling,” He cooed as he slowly pressed the last of his length into you. “You’re taking me so well.” He pressed his forehead to yours, feeling as though he could not cherish anyone more than he did you in this moment. 

Crowley slowly began to move, thrusting gently in and out to begin with, but gradually increasing his pace once he was sure you had adjusted to his size. The little mewling noises you began making quickly transformed back into moans and gasps, confirming that he was hitting the right spot. You clawed at his back and your eyes rolled upwards and Crowley knew that there was no way he was going to last very long. You just felt too perfect. He didn’t want it to end, but he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. He placed a finger into your mouth, and growled when you sucked it obligingly. He removed his finger, your mouth making a little popping sound as he did so, and brought it between the two of you, beginning to draw tight circles around your clit. You moaned even louder and he knew you were close. “Fall apart for me, darling.” He cooed. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” 

His words of encouragement worked. Crowley felt your walls clench around him as you practically screamed. It was all he needed to send him over the edge too and his rhythm faltered as he groaned and came hard deep inside you.

~~~

He stayed inside you for a few moments, your foreheads pressed together, heart rate gradually slowing and breathing returning to normal. You whined at the feeling of emptiness when he finally pulled out, but he pulled you close to him and enveloped you in his arms, kissing you softly. “Stay with me tonight?” You asked, gazing up into his golden eyes.  “Of course, my darling.” He replied, snuggling you closer and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

You chatted lazily in bed until your eyelids became too heavy. You eventually drifted off to sleep in the safety of Crowley’s arms as he stroked your hair and placed gentle kissed wherever he could reach. 

[druidshollow]

HAVE THAT CHARACTER GAIN WEIGHT AS A SIGN OF HEALING: NOW

[leechiourdes]

I like how Pastra felt the need to add “THE LORE” in all caps for his thumbnail on the “““Ultimate””” Jeff the Killer retrospective video to let the normie viewers know right away that he’s an “““expert””” when it comes to Jeff the Killer, just for him to know like, less than half of the character’s actual lore

[anothercrpworkshop]

“This is the ULTIMATE retrospective gang!”

Doesn’t acknowledge that the image was stolen.

Doesn’t acknowledge that Sessuer is a fucking psycho.

Ignores the fact that the fandom built the character.

Ignores Needles & Smiles.

Yeah grade A research there Pastra.

[connectionterminated13]

Where is Keaton why aren't you mentioning impostra. He's very important to get to Mason you have to mention Keaton

[connectionterminated13]

What a wholesome father figure.

[connectionterminated13]

Therapist: relax cannon ticciwork child can't hurt you

Cannon ticciwork child:

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Guys he doesn’t have a kid

This was fanart

[connectionterminated13]

This is semi incorrect! This is canon tickework child from clockworks creator not Toby, This is back when the 2 characters were dating. This is a semi canon what if from Clockworks end of the relationship. The kid is not really canon to Toby lore since in canon Toby lore he dies at like 19.

How you want to categorize that is up to you.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Also too since the ship was never canon

Child is irrelevant

Not to mention

If it’s not canon to Toby’s lore it’s not canon to the lore

That child is a fucking abomination

Also too

I don’t even think those two were sexual

This is why i prefer Toby to be not in any canon relationships

I know it’s from back when the ship was canon

But you get the point

Tbf I also used to be a toby fangirl

[connectionterminated13]

Therapist: relax cannon ticciwork child can't hurt you

Cannon ticciwork child:

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Guys he doesn’t have a kid

This was fanart

[connectionterminated13]

This is semi incorrect! This is canon tickework child from clockworks creator not Toby, This is back when the 2 characters were dating. This is a semi canon what if from Clockworks end of the relationship. The kid is not really canon to Toby lore since in canon Toby lore he dies at like 19.

How you want to categorize that is up to you.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Both the creators are shit people btw

Not to mention

[gummys-things]

It took me a long time to find these screenshots... seriously. Old statements from the creator of Ticci Toby "Kastoway or Grigrisdoll" about Ticciwork. Apparently it was never canon, just something made for fun by fans, both creators prefer to forget it.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Yasss

I hated that ship

And the fact people took it as canon?

Lmao

[gummys-things]

It took me a long time to find these screenshots... seriously. Old statements from the creator of Ticci Toby "Kastoway or Grigrisdoll" about Ticciwork. Apparently it was never canon, just something made for fun by fans, both creators prefer to forget it.

[connectionterminated13]

Therapist: relax cannon ticciwork child can't hurt you

Cannon ticciwork child:

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Guys he doesn’t have a kid

This was fanart

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

For @almacambiondaughterofsaleos

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

5 seconds of internet fame and its awesome 👌

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

@almacambiondaughterofsaleos

Would you ever do a fan dialogue of a winner in heaven confronting Emily. Or just another character getting a reality check moment? If so I’d like to voice more!

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I already done ton of them. But a winner confronting Emily would really need to give her a wake up call.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Fair enough

I just love the scenarios btw

Tbh I feel lute is more than she lets on . And isn’t so one dimensional and has potential. I kinda want to see lute fall still. Or heaven just doesn’t care about exorcists.

Also what are the other scenarios? I kinda wanna dub more lol.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I have many type in short fic for my blog and you can fund them.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Find them or fund (money) them?

Sorry just saw this now. Apologies for the late reply.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Find them

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Ah oki and thx for clarifying ^^

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

For @almacambiondaughterofsaleos

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

5 seconds of internet fame and its awesome 👌

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

@almacambiondaughterofsaleos

Would you ever do a fan dialogue of a winner in heaven confronting Emily. Or just another character getting a reality check moment? If so I’d like to voice more!

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I already done ton of them. But a winner confronting Emily would really need to give her a wake up call.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Fair enough

I just love the scenarios btw

Tbh I feel lute is more than she lets on . And isn’t so one dimensional and has potential. I kinda want to see lute fall still. Or heaven just doesn’t care about exorcists.

Also what are the other scenarios? I kinda wanna dub more lol.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I have many type in short fic for my blog and you can fund them.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Find them or fund (money) them?

Sorry just saw this now. Apologies for the late reply.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

For @almacambiondaughterofsaleos

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

5 seconds of internet fame and its awesome 👌

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

@almacambiondaughterofsaleos

Would you ever do a fan dialogue of a winner in heaven confronting Emily. Or just another character getting a reality check moment? If so I’d like to voice more!

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I already done ton of them. But a winner confronting Emily would really need to give her a wake up call.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Fair enough

I just love the scenarios btw

Tbh I feel lute is more than she lets on . And isn’t so one dimensional and has potential. I kinda want to see lute fall still. Or heaven just doesn’t care about exorcists.

Also what are the other scenarios? I kinda wanna dub more lol.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I have many type in short fic for my blog and you can fund them.

[redjoey1992]

Really? Are we seriously comparing Blitzø to Cinderella right now? The woman was abused and humiliated by her step-family and she was going to the ball just to enjoy herself. What's Blitzø's excuse?

[universallyweaselwobblermuffin]

@almacambiondaughterofsaleos

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

A guy with so much orivelge being compared to Cinderella is laughable.

[daddyslittlepogchamp]

Wow just fucking wow.

At least compared to blitzo (who people forget was literally sold off as a child. ) meanwhile Cinderella’s father died and she was left at the hands of her stepmother and stepsisters ( yes I know eventually Anastasia was redeemed but you get my point.)

Ella isn’t treated like some sex toy . But also do y’all not remember the plot of Cinderella 2: dreams come true ?

There was a literal plot about Cinderella seeing oppression. And sure she’s a princess now but she still is humble. She even sneaks off to do her own laundry(sometimes stolas would cry about!)Also she opened the gates to the villagers and made a stand to oppression,

Stolas on the other hand?

*flashback to sinsmas*