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Hi, I'm Issy! Any pronouns are chill, This is literally just a place for me to say stupid shit about my hyperfixations... I also sometimes do art! Currently I'm creepypasta-ing!

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Ask me anything about my Creepypasta AU!

Really, please do, I have a lot of thoughts that I need to put somewhere before I explode :D

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Have you ever considered having a Lazari?

I have, I've been considering her for a bit now. She'd fit in nicely with my whole 'Zalgo overpopulating the demon realm' plot line. I always thought she was a fun character in that comic. Yeah, maybe she'll appear 😌

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candy pops story is a bit weird !!! he has both a creepy pasta version and story and also an umbra version and story, umbra is his creators original world !! alot of ppl (like me :3) like to take from his umbra version to add onto his character. if you ever go deep diving for more of his stuff from his creator i must warn u alot of it is weird and out of character ... for some reason !! hope this helps :p

Well that makes sense as to why I was so bloody confused lol! I'll look into the umbra version and attempt to skim the least weird sections. I don't normally hate a weirdo but the way you phrased that makes me think it's not the fun kind of weird.

Thank you very much for your help! I knew a candypopper would be in the chat somewhere.

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Jane wears straight wigs and her mask during her investigation because she believes it makes her harder to identify.

Does it? Not really.

Despite how large the Creep populus of the city is, a woman with severe scarring to at least 60% of her body who walks with a very specific cane and has an obvious connection to Jeffrey Woods isn't exactly subtle.

But it gives some distance between her and her other self. It makes it easier to return home, smile and lie about how her day when when asked. And that ease is all she needs.

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Ya person just royally failed at clubbing 😔

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Do you have anything about Nina? She’s lowkey my favorite ever and I love your design for her

Ah, Nina. My girl, my scene queen, everything I wanted to be when I was like 12. Yes, I have many hcs for her 😌 (Also two anons asked for this like an hour, so here you both go! ... Unless it's the same anon, then chill, I was getting to you)

Nina once cried over one those really low quality Instagram edits... It was of nyan cat. All out, full blown sobbing while a slowed version of the nyan cat song played.

Her screen name on most sites is Nin4th3ki113r. She once harassed another girl off of a site so that she could have her username.

Her favourite hair era was bleach blonde with pink bangs. Sadly, her hair is naturally dark brown, so the upkeep was insane and she ended up spending about 80% of her allowance of hair dye and bleach. It was a tragedy but she had to let it go.

She often has vivid, violent fantasies. Mostly towards people she doesn't like. She'll envision herself throwing things at their heads, stabbing them, pushing them in front of vehicles, basically whatever she can think of, before she does her breathing exercises and restrains herself. Therapy is a wonderful thing.

Loves the beach.

Nina yearns for the club. Unfortunately she's not old enough to get in yet. But she will be soon. And she will go so unbelievably hard that she'll probably wake up in a ditch.

She works in a convenience store. She hates it and everyone knows. There's a fog of hate around her. She's blowing up every customer with her mind.

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Going off my ask because I forgot, I wasn’t asking I was just like “what is his story” like it’s confusing but I know you said you didn’t know it lol😭

We're both just sat here confused about Candy Pop, huh? 😔

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Is Nurse Ann in your au, I haven’t seen her so I’m just wondering?

Yes! Ann is here, I've got a couple of bashes of her and a criminally lacking amount of headcanons about my wife. I hang my head in shame 😔

BUT I'm currently working on a load of headcanons about her and a couple other characters, so stay tuned for that!

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Could you expand on Candy Pop and Lj's clown marriage? They're like my favorite creeps out of all of em' and also my favorite ship (I don't see a lot of this pairing and so I'm so happy to see they are in your amazing au🥹)

I'll tell you a secret... I know nothing about Candy Pop. I've read the story, and the wiki, and for some reason I feel like it slops outta my brain so I usually just run away from headcanoning about him 🤫 But having said that... Clown marriage time😀

Entity marriages are more like blood pacts than anything, a binding of the soul to one another for eternity. Usually they happen privately in one of the entities realms... Not these two though. They wanted a fucking WEDDING.

They technically had a wedding back in the 1800s, but they figured 200 years was enough time spent together for a vow renewal.

Balloons, sparklers, confetti, a flower arch, they had it all. It was held in LJ's realm, so the entire time there was obnoxiously loud carnival music playing, so loud that several of their guests' ears began to bleed during the ceremony.

Speaking of the guests, yes, some Creeps were kidnapped in order to attend (Jeff, BEN, Jason and EJ). A few even came willingly, and by a few I mean the Puppeteer. Literally just him because he wanted to be a witness. The rest of them were dragged in by force and woke up the day after with a migraine and a really weird set of what they assumed were dreams. The rest of the guests were a combination of entities, corpses, and the occasional live victim. It was romance personified.

Ever seen two guys made out of play dough kiss. It's weird. They merge into each other in a way that's not quite appropriate for the public eye.

Married life suits them both, but not in a human way. More in a 'hey, I found a human with the exact colouring and build you wanted, wanna come stalk them with me?' type of way. Couples who stalk, possess and murder together stay together, I suppose. They pop into each others realms, LJ tells stories of victims and humanity, and Candy Pop in turn tells stories of his own realm.

Bonus: LJ wore a comedically huge bow tie to the ceremony. It looked like this

Hope those were okay :)

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What characters would you most want to see a 'Not, I'm not a human' photobash of?

Jeff & Liu

Jane & Clockwork

Masky & Hoody

Toby & Kate

BEN & EJ

Helen & The Puppeteer

Voting ended onJul 17

Deciding things is hard 😔

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Jeff and Liu it is 🙂‍↕️

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Your au is so peak 😭🙏 do you have anything about Toby, like any headcanons or smth I love toby chat

This blog is a solid 50% Toby at this point, I honestly have to give a few other people some spotlight... Having said that, have some more Toby headcanons! 🥳

Has a love-hate relationship with rom-coms. One one hand, he likes to watch people fall in love, it makes him feel less hopeless... But on the other hand, he gets very emotionally invested and has, on several occasions, had to turn off shows because he gets too pissed off over character's bad love decisions. Don't even get this man started on love triangles, he hates them.

He has had so many seizures that it's a miracle he made it this far. Heat stroke, substance use, medication, head trauma, you name it he's done it. He's not entirely sure how he's alive, but he's pretty sure it something to do with the Boss.

Speaking of heatstroke, during summer he's learnt to be extremely careful, he's can't tell when he's too hot, he just passes out, so he has a dedicated thermometer in his bag at all times.

He has tic in which he mimics the sound of a cricket. It scared the shit out of him the first time because he couldn't figure out how the hell his mouth made that noise.

He bites people (I think I've established this) both affectionately and because he wants to kill them and eat their flesh. It's really a toss up between the two.

Toby sees Lyra's 'ghost' every day. She's always there, on bad days she's mangled and disfigured by the crash, but on good days she's exactly how he wants to remember her, bright and alive, and happy. The bad days outnumber the good 10-1. They lead to him screaming at the walls, harming himself, and on one occasion considering gouging out his own eyes. (He thought better of it, the cons outweighed the pros)

He smokes for the sole reason that he enjoys the smell, the taste is eh, but the smoke is fun... And because watching Tim glare at him for stealing a fag is very, very funny, especially when the man has no proof to confront him with.

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helen’s body heat is weird. they have adapted to withstand being in a tank top around jonathan, t-shirt in snow, hoodies in summer (thanks to school and hiding scars from their parents) that goes for shorts and long pants too. They are weird.

-puppeteer lover anon

Add in the fact that in this AU they wore jorts for a year straight as a teenager, and now they refuse to wear jeans as an adult, yeah. Weirdo. Love them. (I need to make outfit eras for my characters omg.)

Now, I want you to imagine Tim struggling to wrestle both Helen and Toby's atypical temperature having asses out of their motel room during winter.

"Toby, put your jacket on."

"I'm fine. I have- I have a hoodie on."

"Its snowing, put your fuckin- Helen, why are you wearing shorts?"

"🧿_🧿"

"...That's not an answer, go put your pants on."

Poor guy.

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point and click game artstyle (yummy)

Hehehehe thank youuu. If I could code and/or understand computers at all I'd totally make a little game.

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Jane’s Interviews: Helen Otis

Interview #077  03/06/2019 Location: ███████████ Time: 03:08 PM

A quiet hum of voices, the clink of cutlery and crockery are just loud enough to be heard over the sound of a car engine running. There is no movement for several seconds. “Please state your name and date of birth for the audio recording.” “You have a script… How endearing. Helen Otis, 2nd of January 1994.” “Helen?” “That is most people’s reaction, yes.” “I apologise, that was… rude of me.” “It’s no problem. Twenty five years has acclimatised me to people’s oddness surrounding my name… And my very existence for that matter. But that’s unimportant.” Fabric shifts against wood. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms Arkensaw… You’ve made quite a name for yourself.” “...In a good way, I hope.”

“In a way. Good or bad, that’s up to personal perception.” Fabric shifts. Jane gives a small hum to clear her throat before speaking. “And what, if I may ask, is your ‘personal perception’ of me?” “...I think you are a very, very committed woman. And I think you’ve made an awful mistake in pursuing the leads that you have.” “So I’ve been told.” “Repeatedly, if Tobias is correct in his recollection of your interview. Liu, Natalie, and Tobias all having told you to turn away, and yet… here you are, waiting to be found by a man who's seen more than you could ever comprehend.” “Tim.” “Tim.” “You know him?” A beat of silence, punctuated by the tinkling of a spoon hitting porcelain as it stirs. “He had me institutionalised when I was a child.” “...Oh.” “Don’t look so tragic, it was necessary. I only wish he would’ve visited… Wards are rather lonely.” “I can imagine.” Helen hums in agreement. “He was good to me, for the most part. He would smoke indoors though, that alone drove me to the brink of insanity.” “Bad habit.” “Disgusting habit. It clings to everything, rots you from the inside out…” “You take your health seriously?” “No. I take my art seriously, art that has been ruined far too many times by the lack of care others give to their bodies. The effort it takes to prevent coagulation in thickened blood… It’s a waste of my resources and my time.” Jane clears her throat in discomfort.

“...You have… blood preferences? That… I didn’t know that.” “Good health makes for thinner blood. Thinner blood makes for easier layering. Easier layering makes for easier painting. It’s not rocket science, Ms Arkensaw. I’m the best at what I do for the simple reason that I have perfected my technique. I’ve refined my system to a degree that would take others decades to complete, and I will not allow my professionalism to be tarnished due to the irresponsibility of the general public in regards to their lungs. So, yes. I have several ‘blood preferences’.” Jane’s next words are murmured, barely loud enough to be heard. “...And a strong anti-smoking campaign in your future...” Silence falls once more, this time accompanied by the rustling of papers. “If you’re going to ask me about Jeffrey Woods, I’d advise against it. I try to avoid him as best I can.” “Why?” “You of all people are asking ‘why’ I choose to avoid that foul smelling shit stain of a man?” “...Point taken… But you really don’t know anything? Anything at all?” Helen sighs flatly. The car nearby which was previously idling switches off its exhaust. “He is an unpleasant creature, Ms Arkensaw. Your rage is duly justified… But you should stop this hunt. You should return home to your wife, and you should try to forget everything you’ve learnt these past three years.” Silence. “Yes, I know about your wife. I know about your home, your warehouse, your… many, many excuses as to where you were skulking off to at all hours, excuses that were far too weak to be believable in any regard, and I know what you deem to be ‘the truth’.” “How-”

“Do you truly believe that no one else on the planet knows how to access public records? Or the internet? Please, Ms Arkensaw, I had hoped you’d have some common sense after all the practice you’ve had with these things.” “...Are you threatening me?” “Oh please, if I were threatening you, you’d know it… No, all I’m doing is offering a warning.” “I’ve had enough warnings.” “I agree, so I’ll give you your last.” Movement, someone standing. The sound of formal shoes shifting on gravel. “On behalf of many, I implore you to Call Tobias. Tell him to ask Timothy not to come to you. Say you’ve changed your mind, that you’re putting all of this behind you. Destroy your ‘evidence’. Forget Jeffrey. Forget everything you think you know about this city. And then turn around, walk home, close your shutters, and convince your wife that the two of you should move out of state.” “...Why? …So that he can get away with it again, keep on killing innocent people? So that you can carry on your sick little art projects without the cops sniffing around? So that you can all keep hiding behind the boogeyman instead of facing all the shit you’ve done? All the lives you’ve ruined?” "So that He doesn't find you-" "No! No, I'm not listening to this again. Just because you're all under some... fucking delusion that there's a man in the woods, that he's watching you, doesn't mean it's real. It's not real. It can't be real. You know it can't. It's a mentally ill man's way of coping with the fact he stabbed his father to death, to help him deny the reality that he was abused so badly that it broke him. It's a story that Jeffrey stole from sealed records to get a plea deal! To get away with murdering my parents! ...And you- You drain people for fun. Why the hell did I expect anything sane to come out of your mouth?" The silence lasts almost thirty seconds, completely uniterrupted. Helen takes a breath.  “...Well, I suppose you’ve made your stance quite clear.” “...I have.” “And you’ll speak to Timothy regardless of what I say next, won’t you?” “Yes.” A slow exhale. “...To cave beneath the weight of your own pride… what a horrible way to lose yourself, Ms Arkensaw.” Jane’s voice hisses in the quiet. “I haven’t lost myself. I know who I am, I know what I want. And no amount of any schizophrenic’s fairy tales are going to stop me from getting it.” A car horn beeps somewhere in the distance. “... You’re a very committed woman, Ms Arkensaw… I wish you the very best of luck.” Footsteps on gravel, fading into the dull sound of the city. Jane calls out after them. “I don’t want your luck.” The footsteps stop. Helen's tone borders on sarcastic, the most emotion they've shown throughout the conversation. “...Then may God have mercy on your soul, Ms Arkensaw." End of recording.

Two people who are both incredibly unstable having a 'who can be more stable' contest while being stalked by the entity. We love to see it.

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I didn't accidentally delete this blog right?

Just double checking, the brain worms say I did even though I can clearly see it's literally right here 😔

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What characters would you most want to see a 'Not, I'm not a human' photobash of?

Jeff & Liu

Jane & Clockwork

Masky & Hoody

Toby & Kate

BEN & EJ

Helen & The Puppeteer

Voting ended onJul 17

Deciding things is hard 😔

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not an ask but i loooove your art/photobashing!! you capture the vibes of the creeps so puurrfect i love it omg youre so talented

Giggling and kicking my feet, thank you so so much!!