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"brian or tim??" BRIAN AND TIM!! I WANT BOTH!! :3
.˚ ⦻ 🦷 ༘˚˖ creepypasta ( x reader ) smau .ᐟ
pt 1 : knives
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authors note: this is probably ooc. warning for mentions of violnce/creepypasta themes.. they're all friends and nothing is bad and everyones happy. and YES everyone wants you ❤️🩹
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imgonnajeffthekillyou THOSE KNIFES 🤤🤤🤤 ╰ liquidh8 why can't you spell cl0ckw0rks sickkkkkkk tim.w where's that second photo from? nice spot ╰ youruser if i give it to you ur gonna stink it up with cigarette smoke th3ch4ser is that bottom one mine 😑 ╰ youruser 😅😅
how do i get into eddsworld like soooo curious but idk where to start
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He's perfect
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
bonnie jack ! >_O we love you bonnie jack
Brian is a very quiet man. He’s naturally observant and seclusive in social settings, choosing to stand off to the side and watch the crowd as the people around him go on with their lives. He doesn’t make himself known to people upfront, no; he watches and waits, lurking behind them to memorize their schedules, the routes they’d take, the way they walked, the breaths they’d take per minute. He knows the full legal name, address, and history of someone before he ever steps in front of their path to introduce himself to them.
He first saw you at the supermarket, walking the aisles as you shopped mindlessly through throughout the stores, grabbing your usual items and then walking straight to the register to pay for them, like you have a million times before. You always went on a Sunday evening, and you always put little clips in your hair to get the pieces out of your face, something he noticed immediately about you. The clips were always different though, some were mismatched, some were more put together, but without fail, you’d decorate your hair with little clips every time you went out to the grocery store. He thought you were cute, and almost unconsciously, he began following you around after one of your many store visits.
He found out where you lived, and got up before sunrise the next day, driving over to the neighborhood you lived in. He took a shot in the dark, and predicted that you wouldn’t be much of an early bird and would most likely end up leaving for work or errands when the sun was shining—and he was right. He continued that routine for weeks, waking up early, following you to work, to your friends’ homes, to your family’s homes, every store you stopped at, all of it.
He would sometimes stalk you in public. He would dress in normal unassuming clothes, walk ten paces behind you, detouring and hiding in the crowd when you turned around in his direction. He would stop outside of whichever cafe you decided to go into, waiting patiently for you to walk by him with your little coffee in hand and headphones in your ears, preventing you from hearing the faint sound of footsteps trailing behind you.
Eventually, he came over one day, in the darkness of night, to see how hard it’d be to get inside your home undetected. You had been out with your friends, and decided to stay with one of them—your alcohol tolerance was terrible, you could only get a few drinks in before the blurriness got to you, poor thing. He was pleasantly surprised to be able to enter the backyard fairly easily, and with no animals or security systems to keep him out, he snuck inside of your home and began mentally mapping the layout, memorizing it for when he’d be invited in by sweet little you.
And at long last, after looking through every nook and cranny of your life, finding every little detail in each section of your medical records, stealing small items from your house that he knew you wouldn’t look too hard for, and being able to predict where you would be at in almost any given moment—he decided it was time to properly meet you in the supermarket, tearing your focus away from the fruit in your hands towards his oh so friendly smile, as he complemented the dainty little clips in your hair.
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a/n: im so into Brian being creepy it tickles a part of my brain ngh
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Jack Nyras who will never see the world the same again.
Who's eyes were gouged out by the followers of the Black God — of Chernobog — the deity of all the evil that hides in darkness. The deity that doesn't let His slaves exist in light.
They slit his sternum, cracked his ribs to reveal the epitome of life that was his heart and dug it out, filled the cavities with scorching tar. Filled his hollow eyes. They didn't relent even despite how much he thrashed. How his pleas grew hoarse from how he screamed.
They said it'd be over quick. That there is no point in begging — that it'll all be okay because their God would gift him with something beautiful and new.
And He did.
It's bigger, black — pumps slower to accommodate his monstrous new size. Leads carbon dioxide to fuel his cells instead, he breathes out oxygen.
It's all twisted and wrong. He's become the opposite of what he once was.
Jack used to be sweet. An empathetic medical student, smart and full of life. Now he's a towering, cruel husk of a man with ashen skin and three tongues. Harming those he vowed to save. But he couldn't care less about people's health anymore — not after having gone through the worst kind of torture.
And he doesn't have a choice either. The cult took everything from him. His life, his vision. His normal, human appetite.
At the very least he got to take his revenge. They had no idea that Jack was never meant to be the sacrifice. Instead, they became the first taste of what is damned to be his only form of sustenance.
He's disgusting. A monster.
Which is why he doesn't understand why you just sat there and watched in awe as he devoured the man that followed you into the woods. Ripped him to shreds with his bare hands. A crazy ex, he later found out.
He was going to kill you next. Head tilted, looking at you like a predator at prey as he thumped his black tail against the ground to 'see' you better. Echolocation.
But then you stood from the grass, brushed the dirt from your bruised knees and approached him first. Got on your tiptoes to plant a kiss of gratitude on his cheek.
His filthy, bloodstained cheek.
He couldn't move. Frozen like a beast in headlights trying to figure out if his mind had played a trick on him.
But it didn't. And he had spared you that night.
It's a mystery why you came back on the second. Searching for him as you stumble over dead roots like a baby deer. Carrying a picnic basket with a fresh liver from the local butcher as a gift.
He should've killed you then. Should've killed you all the other nights as well.
But again, he didn't. And he's never been more glad to fight against his instincts.
Jack never thought this new heart was capable of love. Never thought anyone would be capable of loving him either.
But here you both are. In bed on a summer morning. Together. Sleeping with your pinkies interlinked because the heat is too overwhelming to hold each other. Your gentle, rhythmic breaths reveal your face every few seconds. He thinks you've never looked more beautiful.
And he thinks you shouldn't be with someone as revolting as him.
Last night he tried to convince you how he hadn't always been this ugly. That he used to be normal looking, even handsome.
He hoped his words would make you think better of him. But you just shook your head with a delicate smile and pulled him into bed instead instead. Showed him how there was no need to worry about any of that.
Jack Nyras who will never live in a world with light again. And he's okay with it as long as it's filled with you instead.
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credits to my fav american freak @habitism for the carbon dioxide hc. actual genius over here
all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars
brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man
Just something random cuz I'm so unmotivated to draw but yuh
im going to eat that cat.
FIVE CATS FOR FIVE DEUTSCHMARKS AT ARBYS!