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“I don't want to live in a hole anymore. It makes me feel poor.”

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Sigh just a whore for slashers and shit

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im sorry for the unnecessary feedback/proofreading but i saw ur ben drowned x reader fic (from 15th of may) was marked as gn but ben uses the descriptor "ma" for reader 🥹 please ignore me if im wrong but i just wanted to point that out before any unknowing readers stumble across the work and it could trigger dysphoric issues 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Naw no worries, I don’t eat people up for giving feedback.

Thank you for pointing it out, it will be changed to something more gender neutral.

Lots of love!

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Important notice, sadly I won’t be able to post due to the fact I failed one of my mock exams.

Because of that one exam I sadly lost my chance into getting uni, and I had to request the chance to try again.

So, I won’t be able to post much due that fact, besides that my mental health dropped a lot.

Who knew such a good chance slipping from your hands will hurt so much?

I promise to post again when everything is sorted out.

Sorry.

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Gut wrenching angst incoming…

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night of the living dead chapter 4 when ･֊･

Uhhhhh uhhh!!!!! When more people bug me about it-/hj

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How do I tell someone most of my titles for chapters or fics come from weezer songs-

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Do you wanna get high?

Ft; Eyeless Jack x Reader

Summary: You are in pain. A good chunk of the week passes before you decide to do something about it. Unfortunely, there is no medicine that usually helps. Then an idea hits: you can mix up something yourself

Warnings; I don't know what being high is like, so yeah! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: I wrote it while having a very bad flare up and my period, please enjoy! The reader has chronic pain, and is part of the medical staff in the mansion. Check out doctor pain in the ass reporting for duty post! Requests are open!

The bathroom smells like wet clothing and that horrible shower gel Jeff likes to use sometimes.

You are laying in the bathtub, feet dangling above the edges. It’s uncomfortable, but the chilly feeling feels somewhat worth it.

Your head is fuzzy, the world blurs and, spins and heart twists in ways that make you smirk, even if the situation you are in is far from being funny. 

You are high, in pain, or both. Honestly, after a good cocktail of drugs you managed to find it hard to tell. There is this small thought that pops in, you shouldn’t have done that.

With hopes and maybe prayers, you breathe in and out, hoping everything will pass by soon and you can return to work without being scolded. Now, being scolded isn’t that bad, but it’s still annoying. Avoiding unnecessary lectures from Ann and Cody became not only a habit but something close to a hobby. Of course, this was countered by both of them actively seeking you out. Boring.

The faint ache in your muscles echoes through your body. You laugh breathlessly. It’s hard, but you have to admit you suck at improvising when it comes to your medication.

The door creaks open slowly, a huge shadow blocking out the warm light from the corridor. You only manage to mutter out a small curse before your head lulls back.

The figure sighs.

“I knew I would find you here.” Jack says, calm. His tone hinted at being slightly disappointed.

Your head feels too heavy, but you still manage to give Jack a peace sign. “Technically I am on, uhh, duty downstairs.”

“You could have asked. I would send Toby for your medication. You know it’s really not a problem.”

To the best of your efforts you tilt your head to the side and try to meet his gaze. Try is a good word, Jack looks like sad shapes smushed together in a desperate attempt to create something. You barely feel his hands grazing your cheeks.

“Shit..” the demon mutters, and you snort. It's always funny when someone like Jack swears. “How much did you take?”

You try to think about it- how much and which pills you decided to mix together. It’s too blurry and fast, and the pain makes sure to let itself be known.

Weakly, because your body is suddenly betraying you, you try to grasp Jack's arm. The words die, and instead you mutter something that you think resembles a sentence.

“You are so..stubborn.” The man huffs before trying and lifting you up. You grumble, mind protesting, but body nuzzles into the coolness of his skin. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong. You do have a big mouth.”

You try to bury yourself deeper, basking in the rare display of affection, not really noticing Jack is carrying you to his room. 

You like Jack, even if you don’t want to admit it. You think he likes you too. Even if the feeling blossomed due to curiosity and familiarity of the situation you found yourself not long ago.

He is so chilly. You breathe him in, fingers sneaking to touch his neck. You fail to notice how he shudders, his cheeks dust slightly blue. You find comfort in how cold he seems, even if he lays you in his bed gently. Treating you as if you were made from finest porcelain. “You are so smart, dove.” He purrs. “But at the same time, so stupid. I should lock you up because you keep getting yourself in trouble.”

You only murmur something, fingers looking for something to grab. Your body feels warm, feverish almost. Still, you feel comfortable even if you are unsure why. You breathe a sigh of relief, basking in the smell, and the newfound relaxing atmosphere. While you do that Jack talks, much more than you have ever heard him speak. The subject varies, you think so at least. In a way the whole ordeal makes you feel safe, and you can’t help but close your eyes. Jack notices, of course he does. Small things matter a lot to him. His touch is light, claws grazing your skin. Careful. You yawn, feeling warm and content. Mind drifting to sleep, even if you wish you could stay awake just a little longer. It’s not like you will remember, right? 

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UHH SO ABOUT THE POST!! the thunderstorm had other plans!!

I will try to post it today along with A BRAND NEW PERSONA OMG OMG

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Djdhsh is it autumn or winter yet…? No? Goddamn it new post later..

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Snoopy:)

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Oh this is so pretty 💔💔

Very yummy

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Would anyone be interested if I expanded and started writing for slashers and characters from dbd?

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Nina art- some people said the bow looks like ears 💔

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Dada is drawing gang

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I had a nightmare that I overslept my consultation and the guy said later in email my portfolio is mid 💔

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Honey is sweet but not as sweet as you!

What kind of flowers would you get from the creeps? Part two!

Ft; Laughing Jack, Ben Drowned, Helen/Bloody painter, Jane the Killer and Kate the chaser

Requests are open

I hope you have a sweet tooth because LJ delivers the sweetest flowers for you. The bouquets always have your favourite candy that mimics your favourite flowers. You have no idea how he does that and he won’t share his secrets. Well maybe he will for a kiss or two, his kisses are sweeter after all.

Ben well.. he will give you a potted plant that looks so similar to weed you will question your romantic choices. A good smack on the head or two will fix the attitude…maybe. If you pout hard enough he will hack the system so you will get free bouquets from the flower mail.

Art is eternal, long lasting and Helen always delivers, a true renaissance man. He paints, he sculpts and presents them to you proudly. Of course painting feels comfortable but he wants you to have something you can hold or smell. Yes, those paper flowers are scented, no, he won’t tell you how much time it took. What if you feel bad? It’s nice seeing someone enjoy something he made, if this keeps up you will get buried in those gifts.

There are only a few moments where EJ has time to breathe, besides being stuck In the comfort of his basement he likes to wander the forest that surrounds the mansion.He can’t leave it, looking like this raises questions he can’t afford to answer, but he always wants to bring you back something. Surprisingly he has the eye for making little compositions, he uses flowers and plants that smell like you. Every single time you come back from a mission you have a pretty little bouquet on your desk.

Jane is one elegant lady, scarily so, she can intimidate you even from far away. Still she dotes on you, giving you small soft kisses on the jaw. The gifts reflect those gentle touches, black roses, lilies. They are big, grand, it feels super extra. She always makes sure to make a grand entrance too. It makes you feel like you should be the one giving her flowers instead.

Kate is quiet, almost shielded. Her affections are quiet, in a way sneaky. She cares, in her own special way. Of course she brings you flowers, fancy bouquets you have no idea where she could have gotten. The wrapper is sometimes speckled with blood. You ask, or try to. Every time you open your mouth she presses a finger to your lips before croaking that you should enjoy it.

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Ticci Toby;

Toby x Obsessed reader (Req)

Ouchies! That needs stitches! (Req)

Toby x Scene reader

Toxic Toby imagines

Roses are red and violets are blue!

I would like your photograph!

Jeff The Killer;

Ouchies! That needs stitches! (Req) Roses are red and violets are blue!

Homicidal Liu;

Roses are red and violets are blue!

Nina The Killer;

Roses are red and violets are blue!

Eyeless Jack;

Ouchies! That needs stitches! (Req)

Brian Thomas/Hoody;

Roses are red and violets are blue!

Tim Wright/ Masky;

Roses are red and violets are blue!

Ben Drowned;

Game on loser!

Bloody Painter;

Favour Favour pt.2

Habit;

Habit x Goth reader (Req) Habit with hare reader

Habits Rules

Longer works;

Bad Apple (various creepypasta x reader)

CHAPTER 1

(on going, rewriting, available on ao3)

Getting Away with Murder (various creepypasta x reader)

(only available on ao3, I started it before I started to post in on tumblr) Night of the Living Dead (various creepypasta x reader)

(available on ao3)

PROLOGUE ; CHAPTER 1 ; CHAPTER 2 ; CHAPTER 3

HEADERS WERE MADE BY ME

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request ><

if you seen the new movie obsession.. a obsessed reader (pretty much a yandere) y’know, freaks out when toby breaths in someone else’s direction that isn’t theirs. and toby being the good guy he is.. loves it..

i love how you write our toby <3 stay warm

this came to me in a dream, or maybe it’s the antibiotics.

Ft; Toby x Reader

WARNINGS; GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE AND TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS.

A/N;I have one moment of freedom before continuing portfolio grind and consultations. We love a willingly obsessed people as long as it’s fictional.

Requests are open gang.

Toby is desperate. So. So desperate.

He never had what he wanted, he suffered and had things being taken away time and time again. Toby yearns for affection. Warm touches, kisses in the morning. Fingers sinking into the skin.

Tim tried to help, so did Brian, figured if they could give him something to occupy himself he would be less.. messed up. Toby chewed those women up until they begged to be killed, and Tim would sigh, pinch the bride of his nose while Brian shook his head.

Then a rule was set that the man couldn’t get into bars to destress because what if someone made the mistake of being kind to the killer? God. The clean ups were always a drag, prying Toby away was worse.

That was until you came along. So human, so untouched. Almost pristine. Hell, Jeff tried to kill you when he saw you, or he tried to get you to bed. What he got instead was a broken rib or two. This time, Toby said, this time he won’t get attached. He gritted his teeth and sat down. Watching, listening.

You stared, tilting your head to the side as the other proxies tried to get you to listen. Then your eyes met. Toby held his breath and you smiled.

His heart stuttered before reminding himself what will happen. You won’t love him as much as he loves you. You will break, you will die.

Yet you didn’t.

The same night Toby woke up after a nightmare, fire burning under his skin before noticing something off in the corner of his room. At first he thought it was laundry, maybe that EJ was lurking again to study his sleeping habits. Then the moon shined just right.

“Please go back to sleep.” you murmured, eyes still trained onto him. He felt bare, burning. “You look so pretty when you sleep. Please please go back to sleep.”

He swallowed, heart fluttering. “How can I know you won’t kill me?”

“No..Nonono I would never.” You whispered, voice sweet. Dripping. Like molasses. “You look so pretty.”

He nodded, falling back into the messy covers and closed his eyes. Basking in the way your breath stuttered and got heavy.

The days that followed were filled with pure ecstasy for Toby.

You followed him everywhere, it felt nice being wanted. It was usually him that did the stalking, the small breaths when he tried to stay hidden, the looks he gave when he thought someone wouldn’t notice. All those stolen clothes.

This time, he was at the other end of the stick and it felt so fucking good.

It only got better when you got jealous. Teeth gritting, the soft smiles turning into rough grimaces. Jeff who usually liked to hang around Toby suddenly stopped, muttering under his breath that they let a freak in the house.

Tim looked worried and Ben found the whole situation hilarious. Nat kept asking you if you are doing this willingly and every single time you nodded your head. A bright smile on your lips.

“I love him.” you would sigh.

The world just got prettier for Toby.

Then there was this incident that solidified the feelings.

When he was waiting for Brian to come out of the bar a drunken woman wobbled over to him. She smelled like cheap perfumes and vodka, his stomach churned.

She giggled, clumsily twirling her hair and asked if he wanted to fuck, no strings attached, because he was soo cute.

She barely slurred the last part before her face was met with a stone. You came out of nowhere, the next thing he knew or heard was the woman's head getting smashed in.

Toby grit his teeth, fingers spasming. His skin was on fire. You looked so pretty.

Like the first time he saw you, you smiled at him. Dusting off your knees after brutally beating the woman.

“I love you.” he muttered as you cupped his cheeks with your bloody hands and kissed him.

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I cooked so good my laptop crashed after I finished