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I mainly write random ideas my brain got fixated on, all of them about slashers or whatever other horror media I'm hyperfixated on.
Feel free to send asks about whatever you want! A request to write/doodle something? A question? Scream into the void? Feel free to do so!
Though allow me to make a small parenthesis about the asks: you can pretty much send me whatever as long as it's not something super messed up or a request to draw your oc.
And also, English is NOT my first language so apologies for the mistakes.
I usually don’t write angst and most of my stories are fluff. Maybe ones every blue moon I will write a smut but very rarely- Look my life is sad and I just want a big monster man to tenderly hold me and make me feel loved, okay?! >:”(
Little side note about the colors: multy-part fics, oneshorts, headcanons, related to an ask.
The coming soon thing means that whatever story is already being written as a draft!
Mc X Mr crawling where Mr crawling is laying on Mc and giving small love bites (can be Sfw or nsfw up to you :>
Love Bites <3
A/N: Hi hi again 😌😌 fbjsbfjjsbf I took awhile with this sorry sorry, I was caught up w other things and I got a little busy — but I gotchu tho dw lmao.
⭑.ᐟ — Cuddles were becoming a must have for Mr. Crawling since the two of you were growing closer than ever since you’ve came to this horrific world of ghosts and ghouls.
⭑.ᐟ — But it was also the one thing that kept you anchored, kept you sane, you found solace in the arms of a creepy yet puppy-like ghost, and it made you feel somewhat human again since you’ve been stuck here for god knows how long.
⭑.ᐟ — Right now, you and Mr. Crawling were taking a brief break in some room you just came across while wandering the place, (either you’re still in search for an exit or you’ve given up in looking for one at this point, whichever really).
⭑.ᐟ — The both of you are sprawled out on a leather couch, you’re currently being smothered underneath Mr. Crawling’s weight which is a tad uncomfortable and you can’t move much, but you’re not complaining and enjoying the closeness with your ghostly companion.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling on the other hand had his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you and he’s melting in the warmth radiating from your body heat with a goofy little smile on his features, and he’s quietly giggling every now and then. Sometimes he’s reaching a hand into the hood of your raincoat and giving you some head pats or leaving kisses around your neck.
⭑.ᐟ — While Mr. Crawling’s busy peppering you with kisses around your neck, he felt you twitch out of surprise when he gently nipped you.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling at first was a little worried from that reaction but you assured him it just threw you off guard and told him to continue, which he happily did once he had the green light you were okay with this.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling went as far to slide his cold hands underneath your shirt when he was given permission, just to marvel at the warmth of your body and the contrast between your unblemished and soft skin and his calloused and cold fingers.
⭑.ᐟ — By the end of that break your neck and collar area was practically littered with hickeys all thanks to Mr. Crawling. <3
Fhjsfjsfjbebrjabfj so Mr. Gap won the poll I posted and I finished up his HCs so now I’m posting one for Mr. Silvair bc I can — plus I need more crumbs of him, smh, there’s really not a lot of stuff of characters besides Mr. Crawling or Mr. Gap which is kinda upsetting so Imma do this one for the Mr. Silvair fans 👍🏻👍🏻 Slight warning this is gonna have some NSFW mentions so MDNI.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair’s not much of the loving type tbh, he’s immersing himself with his work and experiments 24/7, considers himself to be more of a busy body.
⭑.ᐟ — Not saying that he doesn’t love you at all! While he does a lot of work in his laboratory, he will give any attention or affection like hugs or a head pat whenever you’re asking. Sometimes he does this unprompted.
⭑.ᐟ — While Mr. Silvair would be emotionally unavailable as he spends a lot of his time with his experiments it’s the little things and moments he shares with you that shows he DOES care for you immensely and loves you.
⭑.ᐟ — Whether that be through little conversations, check ups, some help, learning more things about his world or the language, and so on.
⭑.ᐟ — Since Mr. Silvair’s a workaholic, he never stops much to give himself any breaks and it’d leave him with a couple burnouts or feeling exhausted and stressed sometimes. Mr. Silvair is also a bit stubborn and getting him to take a break for once would take awhile until he gives in. So on breaks he’d be in the living space with you and Mr. Chopped, sometimes talking or you just giving Mr. Silvair some attention and carding your fingers through his hair.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair doesn’t mind if you want to play with his hair when he’s not working on any experiments tbh, turns out he actually liked a few them like the ponytail and the loosely done bun so you gave him some hair ties of your own and taught him how to do his hair.
⭑.ᐟ — It helped lots in keeping his hair out of his face while he’s working so he’s either tying it into a ponytail or a loose bun most often.
⭑.ᐟ — Seeing as Mr. Silvair’s hella smart and spends a lot of his time with his experiments, when it’s learning words in your language he would’ve been somewhat the faster one in picking things up and kind of getting the gist of their meanings.
⭑.ᐟ — You’ve also mentioned a couple times you’d be more than welcome to help Mr. Silvair de-stress in some other ways, he didn’t do much with the offer at first but he held on that thought for a little while.
⭑.ᐟ — Since you threw that offer out on the table it basically spiralled to Mr. Silvair getting hooked with it.
⭑.ᐟ — Giving him blow jobs were less likely for whatever reason he’s not allowing you to do so, not that you had any problems with that in first place. Mr. Silvair seemed to like foreplay other than fucking you, his fingers knuckles deep in your ass and drawing out a lot of reactions from you which he loved. He liked seeing you losing it from his touch.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair also prefers to take his time, a fast and rough pacing isn’t exactly his thing, so he’s more leaning to driving his cock inside you at a slowed but deep and hard pace. Like pulling it out to have the tip still inside you then he’d slam his hips in without warning. Just to draw out your reactions and have it last for a little while longer, maybe deny you of a couple orgasms.
⭑.ᐟ — Only time Mr. Silvair’s going to be rough with you is during some quickies if he’s really needing to let loose from his experiments. Usually it’s whenever one of his experiments went wrong and he comes back a little disappointed and pissed.
⭑.ᐟ — However, aftercare from Mr. Silvair is hella nice, and he takes good care of that. While he finds it satisfying seeing you as a mess after sex, he doesn’t want you to be in any pain. <3
A/N: For some reason Tumblr wasn’t allowing me to write answers from that ask BUT I read it! Dw! I understand exactly where you want me to go with this lmao. No miscommunication there. I hope this is to your liking @tamakkkk :)) — I also decided to throw the mention of reader being in university ‘cause I wasn’t rlly a fan of the idea picturing them in their last year of Highschool.
Summary: You come home from yet another exhausting shift at work today, Mr. Crawling is concerned, but you don’t want to do anything except use him as your personal pillow.
(No warnings here! Just pure fluff and writing off of the Blissful Love Life ending 😌)
Mr. Crawling has been pacing in the little corridor at the front door for hours now, sitting in front of it like an anxious puppy, eagerly waiting for your return. The weekdays were about the worst ones for Mr. Crawling, it’s all 'work work work'. And never enough time for you to spend with Mr. Crawling. You’d leave for hours for either uni or work, leaving Mr. Crawling all to his lonesome, with the things you’ve given him to keep him entertained. But it’s not enough! Mr. Crawling wants to spend his time with you, he wanted to hear your voice, your smile, your hugs, head pats, and kisses, he wanted everything. But he was also beginning to notice how work/uni had been taking a toll on you too, you always come back home looking utterly exhausted and tired which greatly concerned him. He didn’t like seeing this side of you at all.
Mr. Crawling was by the front door again, lazily sprawled out on the floor with his arms tucked under his chin as he looked at the door with a saddened expression.
“☨ บ п ป ☨ п ጉ υ п コ ㅗこ…?” (Human come home…?)
Mr. Crawling murmured sadly with a soft whine, his shoulders sagged to his dismay, his attention glued to the front door. The white noise brought by the deafening silence that filled the apartment rung in his ears, the soft engine of a car rolling down the street sounded outside the apartment. Mr. Crawling’s frown deepened, another soft whine escaping his sealed lips.
He was really missing you.
His head dropped into his arms and he lied there silently, his legs stretched out behind him. You were taking longer than expected and it was beginning to worry him. You were coming back, right…? No. He shook his head vigorously, he shouldn’t think like that. But the thoughts still persisted, the memories of a time before he met you crept back into his mind; the lonesome concrete corridors of the Ghost Apartments, the aching feeling of loneliness inside his chest, nothing but endless halls and rooms to keep him company.
His mind was delving further into negative thoughts and the white noise drumming in his ears was growing louder and louder until — the sound of a metallic click went off and his mind immediately went hushed as he watched the door slowly swing open and your exhausted figure appearing in the frame. Mr. Crawling’s head perked and he immediately sat up, his features contorting to a big smile. You came back home.
“ત ટ д ィコ π ጉ!” (You return!)
He beamed, a soft giggle escaping him as he crawled towards you. You gave Mr. Crawling a tired hum in response, a faint smile lighting up your weary features as you slipped off your shoes and lazily dropped your bag on the floor. Mr. Crawling was over the moon ecstatic of your return, chirping 'Home! Home! Home!' In his broken ghostly language.
You trudged towards him and suddenly dropped to your knees, drawing him into your tight embrace and he yelped when you tipped the both of them backwards and Mr. Crawling hit the floor with a thud. He immediately returned the gesture just as your arms fastened tightly around him. The warmth of your embrace washing away all his worries and negative thoughts within seconds. Concern and curiosity immediately flash through his features when he took notice of your exhaustion written on your face as you inched closer to him, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
He sighed softly, reaching a hand up and cards his fingers through your hair, gently patting your head.
“Pat, pat.” He cooed quietly, his attempt at speaking your language a little broken and raspy sounding. But it’s a first. “こ ሰ п ㄷ?” (Sick?) Mr. Crawling questioned, he meant 'tired' in a sense, but his language was very limited of course.
You gave a soft tired hum in response and your eyes drooped shut. Mr. Crawling clung to you in reaction, his nose nestled into your hair as he took in the scent that was uniquely yours.
The first time I heard this audio I just knew I needed to make a vid based on END08, but instead of Mr Chopped dying, he came back to his senses and realized how uncontrollable his mind was, even feeling deeply sorry for trying to attack you. I mean, after not having a body for so long, it was difficult for him to control carnal urges, and he truly felt like a mindless monster at that time.
But you knew he’s not a bloodlust monster, you always knew he’s Mr Chopped, the happy, joyful, even clingy, resident that you always love to be with. With or without a body, you would always love him.
Welp, the people wanted Mr. Gap so I give Mr. Gap HCs (I’ll do Mr. Silvair another time, maybe this Friday or smth), I’m gonna do both a switch of MC and Mr. Gap in the Otherworld and maybe do some sorta twist towards the end like the Blissful Love Life ending from Mr. Crawling except Mr. Gap became a stowaway fbejbfjsndjbsd
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap being the fucking prankster he is, always doing the 'funny haha' because he thinks it hilarious just having a pair of organs for literally no reason. It gets hella annoying at times but HEY! He can be pretty helpful at times.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap is a bit of a braggart I mean like— the guy literally showed you a little newspaper clipping with his face in the photo and just dipped without another explanation.
⭑.ᐟ — Because Mr. Gap’s pretty much able to go wherever he pleases since he’s popping outta nowhere from the holes in the wall, a box, and literally anything that has a gap in it. So he’s got an eye on you at all times even when you least expect it, mostly just watching from places that’s out of your view.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella much, the guy’s pretty weird anyhow for actively tracking you in the Ghost Apartments, so he may give a hand every now and then whenever you run into him. If you’re ever near any places with a hole in the wall or a vent of course.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap the first time he’s getting any affection whether they’re like small kisses, head pats, or you try to hug him, he would be a little against them at first tbh. Then he’d disappear for some time then and the next time he shows up he’s asking for kisses or whatever. Major cat behaviour stuff.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably appears under the covers whenever you’re dead asleep just to leech off of your warmth, by the time you’re waking up he’s already gone.
⭑.ᐟ — It’s somewhat better than Mr. Gap asking if he could take your fingers, your heart, or any of your body parts, but don’t think he’s gonna stop asking for those.
⭑.ᐟ — Your whole relationship with Mr. Gap at first is kind of questionable at best, there’s sort of a love hate thing going on your end but Mr. Gap doesn’t hold anything against you, he just finds you interesting and fun to tease sometimes.
⭑.ᐟ — Now imagine Blissful Love Life from Mr. Crawling’s route except Mr. Gap decided to tag along unbeknownst to you, you later got a jumpscare from Mr. Gap appearing in a drawer.
⭑.ᐟ — This man’s making an absolute ruckus around in your house, making you go on the wildest goose chase for any of your belongings, it’s even more difficult and annoying whenever Mr. Gap takes something the morning as you’re getting ready to go to work. He doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay. Fuck your job even, those people don’t treat you right anyways. >:(
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap absolutely DETESTS getting bathed, the first time trying to get him to clean up was unsuccessful as he holed himself up somewhere in the walls of your home. He didn’t show up for a day until his mood was less grouchy.
⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap goes against whatever you tell him to, mostly. But he will listen if you’re that firm about it. He’s DEFINITELY not listening whenever you tell him to stay at home, but it’s too boring at home just staying there with Mr. Crawling! He’ll just tag along with you to work anyways.
⭑.ᐟ — Since your boyfriend (??) is also portable, you can have him chilling in your bag while you go about your day, a nice bonus being he can keep whatever pickpockets or thieves from stealing your things. And nobody would want to touch your bag unless they want to get bitten or lose a finger or their whole hand.
⭑.ᐟ — Your bag is basically a black hole now with Mr. Gap in it, he’ll give you whatever things you’re trying to look for but also keep them from you until you give him a kiss. If you don’t, it’s bye-bye to your wallet/phone for now.
While you prepare to work in your bedroom–doing your makeup and hair, putting on your uniform–ready for the day ahead, a chilling but familiar voice calls you.
“Mr. Gap? Uh. Me not play,” You said without turning your head toward the voice. Since the day you managed to get out of that Otherworld, Mr.Gap has consistently shown up in your space in the gap in the wall, in different containers, and so forth. At this point, you kinda have a domestic relationship together. Boyfriend? You wouldn’t go that far, but something is there.
“Disappointed” Mr. Gap narrowed his eyes before asking another question
“Where go?”
“Same place every day, Mr. Gap. Working. uh–Me work, same work.”
“Why?” He asks, eyes still narrowed–displaying an unreadable expression that you guess to be some kind of discontentment. It surprised you really–Mr. Gap isn’t a high-maintenance type and he never asked you these questions before. What changed?
“Uh…Work hunger gone,”
“Work stop hunger?” He seems interested now.
“Not exactly. Work gives things, and things get food.” You try again to explain to Mr. Gap the concept of monetary exchange and bill to the best of your ability.
“....not understand, residents don’t need work. Why work?”
“Humans need work, me human…Mr. Gap, why curious now?” You ask a question of your own.
“Me bored, Stay,”
“Can’t. Need work,”
“Disappointed” He responds, the conversation sounds like it goes back to the very beginning.
“Give finger?”
“No,”
“Disappointed” He repeats yet again before disappearing.
Working is hard. Living in the human world is hard. You know this already but it seems like every day her co-workers really remind her of that fact. Today is just another day of demoralizing work days. Getting yelled at by your boss because of your co-worker's mistake is not fun. In the parking lot, you are sitting there with a cigarette between your fingers contemplating whether or not to murder your co-worker, literally speaking. Suddenly between the gap in the wall opposite to you, a familiar pair of eyes pop up.
“Hello”
“Mr. Gap??! How did you..? Oh right, you can show up in any gap,”
“Human trouble?”
“Its nothing, just hard day at work,”
“Me solve problem, give me finger,”
“What? No! Not give finger,”
“Boring. Goodbye,”
Almost every day was the same old same old—your co-worker is an annoying asshole who purposefully caused issues just so he could blame it on you.
“Where are the documents the boss asked you to do?” Speaks of the devil… the most annoying face among the co-workers in this shitshow of a company has shown up like a fucking ghost the moment she starts thinking about her job
“What? What documents?” She answers truthfully. What fucking documents? And why is she hearing this just now?
“Seriously, the boss wants you to be the one to do it. you’re seriously irresponsible. Why did they even hire you?” He said with such a fake shocked expression on his face. Wait, so the boss told him…
"Boss told you this and you never told me?” she asked him in disbelief
"You never ask me to tell you, you should have been more active,” He snickers with a smug smile. Oh, this irritating fucker.
2 months and 1 week. She has sworn off killing people for exactly two months. Like a proud ex-addict, she wears that pride quietly on her mind, unable to announce how prideful she is for not killing some random pedestrians who show up in an abandoned apartment. She wants to keep it that way, but this man seems to be testing her patience. She is going to lose it and kill this guy on his way home.
"There is still time left. You can take responsibility and be active for once. Give me a call once you are finished!”
your palms curl into a fist full of hate and rage–this man has no idea who he is up against. She fantasizes about the different ways she would go about killing him. Her regular method of a crowbar to the head would be the safest route but this guy is a piece of shit to her so far and she wants to do something special for him.
No, she doesn't want to kill these days. Hunting and killing seems to be a hobby she lost interest in a while ago. Now, she simply wishes for a more simple life after all those lives she proudly took.
(not finish)
One day, when she was working as per usual–she hears the sound of that asshole screaming from the restroom
"I swear! I saw it there! a pair of creepy eyes between the crack in the wall inside the male restroom!”
"some pervert looking into the male toilet?”
"No! I…I don't think it's human–when I saw it, it just disappeared into thin air!”
"I think you should go see a doctor”
“Yeah, are you I'll or something? Did you hear a voice in your head too?”
“S–shut up! Stop mocking me! I fucking saw it, Ok?!”
It seems like vacation comes to visit you early this year as she hears one of the best but most shocking of all week. Her asshole co-worker has decided to quit, it also seems like he has been scared shitless and borderline losing his mind at something that most people don't seem to understand. Many think that he cracked under constant pressure but she has a better idea of what might have happened. She didn’t think to ask of him at this current time but it seemed like he could read her mind somehow when she found him manifesting in her bag, a pair of gleeful, teasing eyes with an otherworldly smile somehow made her heart skip beats.
“Mr.Gap!”
“Hello. Me good resident.”
“I heard about the haunting spirit between the wall’s gap in the male bathroom—did you do it? The guy who tormented me quit”
