Lost Boys

Recycling an old project to be my writing sideblog. This blog doesn't follow people, sorry.

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Requests are : OPEN

This is a side blog dedicated to writing. Currently it is themed off of the Observer from tribetwelve.

AuthorSpeaks : Author's tag for stuff that isn't fanfiction. Usually Author failing to use Draft or Schedule post.

Author is an adult. Call him Author or Creator. He/it, mainly it.

Creepypasta Masterlist

Slenderverse Masterlist

writing information below.

NO X FEM READER.

NO explicit smut, there are enough people writing that on here. And it is not comfortable writing sex scenes.

Author is not required to fulfill any asks.

What Author will mostly write

Creepypasta (mostly)

Marble Hornets

Tribetwelve

EverymanHYBRID

Author doesn't know enough yet

MLAnderson0

WhisperedFaith

Used to be into it, still know everything

Homestuck

Hetalia

DC (mostly)

Marvel Comics (except the Avengers)

Banner Credits

here || here

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I FOUND YOU 🫵

Did you? Author doesn't remember knowing you. Apologies.

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how do I request fics I’m awkward and new to tumblr👀 do I just write whatever in inbox

Yes, pretty much.

(granted the Author actually checks their notifications. Oops.)

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Since it seems like BEN will win, here is the completely unrelated draft Author had written but never posted.

BEN x Reader

Author plays around with BENs ability to manipulate his form.

2nd person; Gender Neutral; no warnings

BEN was an odd entity, especially once you got to know him. Regardless, odd did not quite mean bad. He was a sadistic little elf but if you were someone to keep around he wasn't terrible.

Exactly, he wasn't completely irredeemable. So even if you were upset with him he knew how to wiggle his way back into your soft spot.

So it was only a matter of waiting, a few hours to make sure you won't think he was just blowing your feelings off... But not too long. Too long was also bad, he'd made that mistake before.

So, carefully timed an hour before you usually fell asleep he not so silently snuck in. Fuzzy socks against the floorboards, while he could technically float and also didn't even need to interact with the physical world... Scaring you by floating through your door in the middle of the night was not a good way to get forgiveness.

You turned lazily to glare at him, phone held in your off hand and the room dimly lit by LED strips BEN insisted on putting in. Today's color was red, so it seemed. "BEN... Go away."

He raised his hands defensively as a sly little grin split his lips, but didn't go away. He'd timed his approach perfectly just like always, BEN was creepy with his accuracy. Too tired to fight, but not irritated.

"aw, But baby..." BEN looked down idly as he cooed teasingly. Well, it's about time he should change clothes for the night. Soften the edges a little, so they say. Here was good enough, Why go all the way back? It wasn't like he actually had a closet, more like... A digital catalogue.

He flickered for a split second of static, forms exchanged smoothly in seconds. Blonde hair tinged greener as skin greyed, those leaky voids considered eyes changed back to a dull blue. His 'pajamas' so to say, only the most practical parts. No staining, or chains, or water of mysterious origin.

The stupid 'Eat. Sleep. Game. Repeat.' shirt and fuzzy pajama pants helped, as he didn't actually need to eat or sleep it was a little redundant. He'd at least had the courtesy to keep the socks on, saving you from cold ass ghost feet although his hands were just as frigid. ...at least the rest of his body was usually kept covered so it didn't feel like you were dating an actual corpse.

BEN hummed playfully as he sat on your bed, a scuffed version of the song of unhealing. He sounded a bit like a microwave when he did that. Annoying little elf.

"c'mon, you can't be upset at me for that long... Can you? I said i was sorry." BEN leaned in, lazily poking your shoulder as you attempted to ignore him. He laughed quietly, slightly dulled canines flashing.

"BEN, stop that. Just- go back to your own room." You sighed, phone tilted back as your head turned. Eyes fixed on BEN in the dim red light. You roll your eyes, his grin widens.

"what'cha watching?" BEN already knew the answer, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to prompt an answer. His head leaned over to sit on your shoulder, peering over at your phone.

"BEN, c'mon on. Get off." You made quick work of pushing his head off. To which he responded by dramatically ragdolling and worming his way onto your lap instead. Which was a compromise you supposed, Surely he'd be less annoying if only he'd shut up.

"baby~ don't ignore your boyfriend. Pay attention to me." BEN rolled his eyes dramatically. He waited a few seconds until he was sure you wouldn't kick him off before settling in. Thin, cold fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

You looked down, he honestly wasn't too heavy. Sure he did have some weight, as he wasn't weightless, you'd guess he'd be roughly 100 lbs. You'd ask why... But honestly it was always confusing trying to understand his explanation about anything related to himself. He was sapient, and reluctantly your type, thats all that really mattered. ...and trying to convince him to have body heat, another ongoing argument.

It doesn't really know why this was sitting in there.

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I often hear complaints of lack of male creepypasta x male reader...and all I can think is

...

Why not write it yourself?

Like why are people asking why women writers are writing about women readers???😭

Writers write mostly for their enjoyment and what relates to them in a way. Dont complain, do something about it

I know there are tons of creepypasta male fans who are into male pastas. Write it.

Pick up that notepad.

Anyone can write.

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Apologies for hijacking.

This blog is a primarily masc/gn centered one! The Author doesn't really advertise, but it does take requests for GN and Male (and any identity that doesn't use she/her).

Author does think it's a little silly seeing some writers get harassed, when its own blog barely gets requests. (although that's probably also because of the unfrequent schedule)

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getting a lot of posts really soon. Author lost its dividers but it will continue regardless.

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Creepypasta fans, Author has 16 drafts. 13~ of those are creepypasta themed, all over a month old.

Whose getting finished

BEN x equally immoral ai! Reader

Multi! Blind date trope

Multi! Meeting the father ft HABIT

Proxy!reader x non-proxy!EJ dinner

Voting ended onMay 24

explanation below

BEN x AI Reader

Vague enemies to lovers. BEN is attempting to fight you, you don't really care. Unintentionally (or intentionally) one upping each other while ruining some poor woman's life. (you might get an unrelated one shot with this, it just has 90% of one for BEN hanging around)

Multi! Blind date troupe

Through a series of accidental coincidences, each of these killers ends up being mistaken as your date in one way or another. At least it's a good date?

Multi! Meeting the father ft. HABIT

Proxy!Reader x Non-Proxy! Eyeless Jack

You are the weird semi eldritch entity HABIT has taken to calling his new 'apprentice'. Unfortunately you have a little partner you are delighted to drag back into the house after hunting season.

Author likes 'Meeting the family' troupes, They are really funny. EJ basically gets put through a resistance test of a big family get-together 'monthly dinner' while you try to convince your father boss, Slenderman, to at least give EJ access to the territory.

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Masky/ Tim pov fanfiction but they are sepearate identities. Tim is slowly getting control of the body more often, but because Masky can no longer predict it Tim is finally getting insight on whatever Masky is doing during the months of missing memories. Slendermansion AU.

torturing Tim via emphasizing the powerlessness and loneliness of Tim at the end of Marble Hornets versus How Masky is portrayed in old Slendermansion as a little silly but still a older brother / parental figure to just about everyone. Always second in control, to Slenderman, he has power and control and is NEVER seen alone.

Tim's pov is full on 'realistic' over the top edgy, trying to hard, horror. Panic and fear, and supernatural manipulation. Having a doppelganger moment because everyone keeps talking to him like he's Masky. (he didn't even know Masky had a name before now)

Everyone else is in full on sitcom territory.

Eyeless Jack, Nurse Ann, Dr.Smiley, and X Virus are going full house MD. Having to solve the weirdest problems while their makeshift 'clinic' is constantly breaking down. (X virus is often dragged in through side plot) Kate is a common visitor, but only to drop stuff off and flirt with Nurse Ann

Jeff, BEN, Nina, Clockwork and Toby are leaning more towards Victorious/icarly. (X Virus sometimes) They're all on an adrenaline high because They're rather young and no one is telling them what they can or can't do anymore.

Liu, Sully, Bloody Painter, and Puppeteer are stuck in a romcom love triangle 'will they/wont they'

Laughing Jack, Jason the Toymaker, Kagekao, Candy pop, and Sally are doing Wizards of Waverley plac, magic mishaps everywhere.

They all have their own ongoing bits and interacting story lines. The medical crew celebrate a small win, except the celebration always gets cut off because of Toby getting hurt and having to go over and help.

Masky is having the time of his life, he's finally in control for more than a few hours a week. He has people who recognize him as him and not Tim. He has his own job and bed to sleep in. And has no frame of reference on how not normal anyone here is.

Tim did not know about any of that, and when he blinked disoriented and in a Livingroom he didn't recognize while some ghost boy pulled a samara while climbing out of a laptop. He freaked out, and freaked out even more when the boy promptly fell and collapsed on the floor, dead. why where all these terrifying people Laughing?

(BEN had been stuck in the laptop for the whole day on accident, they'd resigned to taking turns carrying it around while he complained. He tried to make a cool movie exit but got caught on the screen's edge and just stayed on the ground in embarrassment.)

TLDR: Tim is suffering, doesn't trust anyone, and keeps showing up perfectly timed at the wrong moments like a comedic side character. Everyone else is having fun adventures, romantic tension, and friendships. Except for him.

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Author is playing around with the layout a little

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Author has too many half written drafts because it needs at least 10-15 paragraphs before Author feels satisfied with the length.

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Author wrote this at dance practice, Jeff is an ass

Jeff the Killer x Distortion avatar! GN! Reader

2nd pov; implied torture; light body horror

Jeff was a liar if he said he didn't use boyfriend privileges to his own advantage, well he was a liar anyway but not about this specific thing.

Showing off? That was his brand, especially when it was about something no one else had access to. So flaunting his partner, it was expected. Nobody knows how he managed to take you off the market. All this to say, you are out of his league and he is one smug asshole about it.

But being the personification of a smug cat didn't mean being a bad boyfriend. So when he opened his bedroom door and an endless expanse of grocery store replaced where the hallway should be? He remarkably did NOT jump a little, liar, instead giving a... thoughtful knock on the door frame to make sure you knew it was your boyfriend and not a victim.

He lazily toyed with his knife, making sure to not look too closely at the lights, or the items on the shelves, as he peaked over the corner and sarcastically called out. "Kidnapping? I thought you loved me?"

"oh, darling~ did you forget what today was?" Jeff scoffs as a layered voice manifests behind him. Ignoring the part of his mind that screamed. Of course he didn't forget, it was date night, he was just rude and playing hard to get.

"always behind me, huh? get a new tactic..." Jeff mutters, rolling his eyes playfully. He didn't even need to turn to see his peripherals start to blur technicolor.

"aw... I thought you liked my tricks..." An oddly staticky hand curls around his shoulder. Familiar nails tapping against his collar bone, as sharp eyes peer over his shoulder a few too many, not that he was counting.

A faint clatter comes from further in, the lights over head flicker. It seems like they weren't alone this time. Jeff tilted his head back with a grin, meeting the eyes of the kaleidoscope he called a partner. "you fucking jackass, having fun without me now?"

"mhh... No. That's why you're here now. Just a little... Present, so to say." You snorted, pulling back, joints cracked as you shifted slightly. You'd had your fun working the poor fucker up, making him spiral, if you wanted to joke a little. Now it was Jeff's turn, and it'd make such a good date if you got to watch.

"fuck... You- ugh... Whatever, i didn't bring you anything." Jeff's hand tightened around his knife, flattered and a little pissed off. Although he was attempting to play it off, he was rather upset you got him a whole victim and he didn't have anything in return. It made him look careless. He had a reputation to uphold! He'd have to get something later.

"mmh... Of course darling." You reached forward, one arm pulling him backwards into you. To which he cursed at the suddenness and practically stabbed you while scrambling out of it. The noise alerting whoever you'd taken to be tonights entertainment. You both could hear him scream for help, too hopeful.

"...you know i love you right?" Jeff's grin practically split his face in half, the non euclidean state of your domain only made it worse. He was planning something, undoubtedly, and needed your help. Also the fact he was currently pulling off his favorite hoodie.

"mmh? I don't read minds, 'savior'..." You teased, although you knew exactly what he was planning. Reaching onto one of the shelves and pulling the least mind breaking replacement for him, this place did still house stuff as long as Jeff didn't try to eat anything. Jeff specifically, you didn't care what happened to anyone else and it didn't effect you.

"c'mon, babe. It'd be so fucking fun seeing his face. Thinking he's found help, only too- snrrk!" Jeff cuts himself off with a choked giggle. A pale hand covering his face to keep from blowing your cover.

"you're insane, darling..." You giggle fondly, or whatever replica of fondness comes to someone with too many elbows. He always had such fun ideas.

"i'll go nudge his path closer... don't use the zipper..." You coo over one of your shoulders. Catching a glimpse of him kicking his regular hoodie under one of the shelves. You'd go fetch it later anyway, it looked too good on him for you to let it stay lost for long.

"you mean scare the shit out of him, until he runs into me?" Jeff doesn't turn around. He knew he didn't need to, that was his own little trick to this place... It also helped that he was dating the entity attached to the place. Can't get lost if you're too important to lose, boyfriend privileges.

Author went 'where would it least like to be lost and disoriented' american big box grocery store.

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Author likes the fear concepts from the Magnus Archives

Toby Rodgers x Buried Avatar! GN! reader

Claustrophobia(?), dirt in bed

You're boyfriend was coming home soon, that was good. Oh, he was so nice, even if he didn't understand you too well. He might've been marked, but he wasn't an avatar... although if you kept him around any longer he'd definitely become your anchor. you couldn't help but find yourself interested in the guy.

It was a hot and wet summer this year. The sun had set, behind windows covered in blankets, the air in your room was almost oppressive. You don't remember exactly when you ended up 'moving in' with Toby and his 'associates' but that's alright. It was mostly satisfactory.

Did you say he was the love of your life yet? No? Well, he was, Toby managed to switch rooms with one of the other people and get a basement room. It was a little smaller than his old room, but he thought it was worth it in the end. And with you around it was almost always a weird 'almost too warm' temperature, not that he could actually feel it.

The faint thud of a door slamming shut above you pulls you back into reality, blearily blinking as you roll onto your stomach. Pushing up out of your piles of slightly dusty blankets as familiar boots went down the basement steps. Looks like Toby was back...

"mmh... your early." You hum out, a hand rubbing your eyes as the other adjusts so you're sitting up right in bed. Toby's eyes flick around before landing on you, he gives a rough sigh as he grins.

Toby makes quick work of taking off his boots and jacket before beelining for the bed, his head finding its way into your chest. "h- hey baby... Not early though, just on time."

"oh." You answer simply, too bad. You never had a good sense of time anyway, nothing to worry about. Instead a dirt stained hand reaches over to run through brown hair. It didn't seem like he was bloody, just some dust and dirt. And well, it wasn't like the bedding didn't have some soil already.

"yeah... Fuck! Yeah, you shoulda seen what i did today." Toby nuzzled in closer an arm reaching around your back, recounting his day while also doing his best imitation of a boa constrictor. You nodded lazily, he was warm and distracting. It wasn't as good as the dirt... But that didn't really count as it was your entire reason for existing, so you did consider it the best place to be.

Wait- what was he talking about? Oh who cares, he never made much sense right after he comes home. "light anything on fire?"

Toby laughs, delighted to be asked, to be known so well and not judged. Pulling back enough to look you in the eyes, a lopsided grin shows. "of course! Haha... Tha- than house went up so much quicker than -tsk! normal though. W...wonder why -tsk!"

"Maybe the way it was built or something... your letting the warmth out though." You tugged a blanket over Toby's back in the dim room. Soon he'd end up smothered in them, as usual, but gritty blankets and a basement bedroom instead of a top floor room... Well that wasn't too bad of a price to pay for a wonderful partner. You didn't even bring up going caving with him more than once a week.

Author is not reading this back, if it's poorly written oh well.

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Author is testing the water here. How do we feel about mute CRP!Masky? If people like it Author might do an x reader scenario.

Mostly for my Jay+Tim/creepypasta crossover fic. But also because it has a lot of ideas on creepypasta dealing with sign language. They know like 3 sentences of ASL and some hunting signals collectively.

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Apologies for this not being fanfiction. But hear this entity out, okay?

Edit : found it, here's the link to the youtube video October of 2016.

TW : cannibalism; Author can't remember the name of a creepypasta

Cannot remember the name for the life of me. Pokemon creepypasta, think it was Ash or Red or something, whoever had a charizard. Author doesn't play Pokemon, but the trainer was on a mountain with the Charizard and they were stuck in a cave?

They didn't have any food and they were in there for a while so the trainer like... Fed themselves to the charizard? And it ends with them having no limbs?

It thinks it watched a youtube video about it? This would've been around late 2015, possible early 2017 at the latest.

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Author apparently likes writing for Jeff the killer more than it actually likes Jeff.

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No one has given Author ideas so tomorrow it's ice cream and taking EJ home to meet the family.

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Break in immersion, Author is not actually an entity as much as it wishes. Author did not know it could hurt it's veins. Ow.