So request are open and I would like to make sure there are some ground roles for requesting. If you do not follow them I will delete your ask.
🌹 Look at my introduction page to see what I write about, if it's from a series I do not know/character I don't know I will skip the request.
🌹 As well as on my introduction page I will never ever write DDLG, DDLB, DMLB, or DMLG. Nothing against those who are into that dynamic, I personally have heavy trauma with it and I like not puking.
🌹 I will never ever write SCAT or VOMIT, in a sexual manner.
🌹 I will never write real life people into these stories. It's always either about you or the character or thoughts.
🌹 For minor characters like Sally and Ortho I will never write something romantic for them. Don't bother.
🌹 If you request something and I don't feel comfortable writing it, I will say as such and update the rules.
Matchups are closed, look here for information when I reopen them.
🌹 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I AM BEST FRIENDS WITH THE BLOCK BUTTON. 🌹
Best read with a fem reader in mind, the reader is described as wearing mascara, the reader is described as being loud in bed.
Dick was fully aware what he was doing was inconveniently, you were but a simply girl from blüdhaven trying your hardest to just make it through the week with a job that relies on the kindness of others, and in blüdhaven? Where corruption seeped into the bones of people?
That was almost impossible. Dick knew that, so did you. Which is why you always wore revealing outfits. It pays you well, and your manager didn't care about your outfit. Frankly, if you cover yourself with water by mistake it makes every guy look at you like a dogs toy.
Whatever, you clearly don't seem to mind. But Dick did, you were too pretty to deal with blüdhaven. Dick also sees how you interact with people who were generally kind. You're smile was real then, your smile was especially real when Dick handed you a 50 for a tip.
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"You sure you don't need a walk home?" Nightwing questioned you, of course you probably did need someone who was a good person to talk you home. It was blüdhaven after all.
You nodded, causing Dick to scream inside but he couldn't let you see that yet. That was when you guys finally met when he was Dick and not Nightwing. You were so weak compared to him, you probably couldn't even defend yourself if one of his enemies attacked you.
He wouldn't let that happen though, you were so pretty.
"Do you always wear mascara?" He questioned, trying to make small talk. Not wanting you to be uncomfortable with him, that wouldn't be great with his future plans. Whatever answer you have made him happy at least.
When you two finally got to the apartment you let him inside. This was Nightwing we're talking about, he surly needs cold water.
"Aren't you sweet?" He chuckled as he accepted a water bottle and sat on your, objectively bad couch as he chugged it. The cold water trickling down his throat as he sighed, "You're really pretty."
You knew that right? Dick hoped you did. He would tell you everyday. Even if you said no, even if you said yes.
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You didn't know how it happened. Nightwing just kept the compliments going, you even poured a bottle of wine for yourself after he said you should. You work a lot, don't you? Always smiling at people so you could make a good tip.
You were on your back, he was kissing you. His lips soft as the mask touched your face, the fabric a reminder you really didn't know this guy.
His hands kept touching your cunt between your shorts and underwear, just rubbing it. He focused on your lips. "You taste amazing..." "Your lips are fantastic..." "God, you're gorgeous," mumured against yours.
He brought his hand up for just a fleeting moment, to raise up your top so he could see your tits. It didn't matter what they looked like to him, it just matter that they were yours. He brought his lips down and started to kiss.
Gently at first, he couldn't risk scaring you now.
He kept focusing on your tits. His hands went to undo your shorts, your soft noises making him feel special, like he couldn't fuck you up. How he had to make sure you won't leave him, how you won't die on him like everyone else.
When he finally took your shorts and underwear off, it felt like a wet dream came to life. Your cunt was perfect to him, exactly like he imagined.
"Cmon pretty, don't worry." He whispered into your neck as his fingers went up and down your slit. He had to make sure you were wet enough for him, he didn't want to hurt you after all. You were too pretty for bruises.
His marks were okay at least as he nipped your neck, and shoulder. For the next dude of course, he couldn't risk anyone touching what was his! Or even how your cunt felt between his fingers. He finally plunged them inside.
"Shh, pretty, don't want your neighbors to hear you." Dick mused as he nuzzled your forehead, he was being a little rough but that's only because you seemed to like it. Your voice squealing with delight as he finger fucked your cunt. "cmon pretty, be quiet we can't have anyone else you hear you."
You couldn't help it though, could you? It felt too good.
Dick let out a soft sigh, he removed his fingers from your cunt and flipped you over. His hands pushing your face down, even now he was making sure to not hurt you.
Dick was grateful he has a decent cock, not long enough to hurt you nor thick enough to cause you to tear, he didn't want you to bleed. It was just perfect for your body.
He couldn't help but speed up, couldn't help but to grip your ass so tightly it would bruise. At least it was a reminder you were his.
Tw: Cunningligus, overstimulation, dubcon, sadism, child abuse, violence, organ stealing, bad sex?, painful sex, biting
Disclaimer: I do not have tourettes syndrome nor CIPA , while I have study these conditions I may not be accurate because I simply don't have it. Any correction will be appreciated.
Best read with a fem reader in mind
Toby was fully aware that he could hold his breath for an insane time, the burn that was supposed to happen just never did. He remembers the time that his father was grab his hair, the rough hands over his hair as he pushed Tony into the toilet.
"you fucking disgrace! Do you know how much you fucking cost?" His father slurred, the alcohol tinting the room with nausea, staining Toby with the thought of something so evil being around him. But Toby could handle it, he knew it was supposed to hurt. The way his mom flinched and hissed out, the way Lyra always touched her once and jumped back.
Better him then them.
Yet, you simply didn't care about that. You always tried to focus on his wounds. You always made sure to tell him to breathe when he was holding his breath. Sure, you both were killers in this fucked out weird, culty bullshit. Yet, you cared.
You always told Toby to stop taking the hits from everyone: Masky kicking him, Jeff stabbing him, even Eyeless Jack stealing his organs late at night.
But you also begged Toby to stop licking your cunt.
He doesn't even know how this happened, Toby just wanted to taste you. It started out small: licking your hand, biting your shoulder, kissing your collarbone. You probably told him to stop but he looked up at you like you were perfect.
"Tobyyy." You wined, your nails gripping his scalp, digging so hard to draw blood, to plead with him to stop. That it doesn't feel good anymore, that this was becoming so painful to deal with his tongue swirling haphazardly, his tics jerking his head to the side of your thigh, even biting it to the point of drawing blood.
But it's okay, he just wants to taste you. Even if you can't breathe, because he can.
Wally was fully aware what he was doing was wrong. He knew you probably didn't like him back, the way your lips frowned, the way your eyes twitched, the way you couldn't even stand too close to him without frowning and demanding Dick to give you another partner.
To Wally, it didn't matter what you were. all that truly mattered was you would be with him. He could take you to another world, he could beat death and make you stay with him. He could run across the world and buy you a fresh French croissant, fresh Japanese mochi, fresh Balut from the Philippines.
He didn't care.
Do whatever you want to him, hit him, spit at him, kick him in the dick.
Just remember, if he wanted too, he would absolutely stop you. He could pick you up and take you to a random island in the middle of nowhere.
Yet he can't help but find you so cute when you're angry.
Maybe he should kidnap someone you're close too.
Barry allen
Barry someone who truly wanted to help people. He didn't want people to suffer the way he did, didn't want people to know what it was like to lose a parent.
Yet you never allowed him to help you: you huffed, you growled, you even snapped. You didn't like him, you made that clear from day one. Even if it didn't make sense to anyone around you.
Yet you had a very valid reason to not like Barry, his eyes always looked at you like you were something more than what you were, like you were his.
He was going to stay by your side, especially when you get into an accident and he's the only one that could help you.
Just.
Just let him take care of everything, alright? You don't have to be a hero anymore. Barry can take care of everything.
Peter maximoff
Peter was fully aware what it was like to be a mutant, he was a lucky one though. He could use his powers and most people would not even realise.
It was perfect to use.
You, for some reason; made him think more. You were a decent person. You didn't discriminate against anything, nor minded the fact he could run past you and the wind would mess up your hair.
Peter hated the fact you were angry at him, you were so nice to him before. He keeps gripping your hands, causing bruises to form at your wrists.
He's stolen so many things with his speed, he can steal your heart too.
I imagine the killers aren't with the slender brothers, but are actually with another entity.
🥀 Pluck a rose for a request 🥀
Characters: Jeff the killer, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, smile dog
🕊️ Dead dove do not eat 🕊️
TW: SA, Abuse, murder, violence, gore, Blasphemy, self harm, eating disorder, Stalking, violent yandere, suicide, torture, being burned alive, intense body shaming, intense insecurity, Desecrating the dead,
🔞 MDNI I CAN AND I WILL BLOCK YOU. 🔞
Best read with no reader in mind
Jeff the killer
Jeff the killer and Smile dog were a weird combination of things. Jeff was immune to the affects of smile dog. Probably due to his father, the way his belt would come off and smack against his back. Or maybe it was the online access, getting an email or a video of a man shooting his head off.
Though, Jeff didn't care. He never cared, life was bitter and cold. Almost like life was just a void of black, nothing in itself could be something. Jeff could die, he'll he's tried if the cuts on his wrists say anything.
"Wooooo." The demon spoke, it's smile always unnerving; as if the world was funny. As if the world had joy in it, as if happiness was something that even demons themselves knew was a right and not a privilege.
"what?" Jeff snapped back at the demon, the red fur bright against the the morning sun, bright against most things really.
It was unnerving.
"You want me to take you on a walk?" Jeff huffed, making the creature growl out of annoyance. Really? A walk? For him? He was one of the strongest things in the world right now a human wanted to take him for a walk?
The smile on the creature widened as it jumped near Jeff side, making the 20 something year old boy frown. "Don't even think about it." The man hissed out, too late at least.
Smile dog laid his head on Jeff lap, if wasn't one of affection; but it knew if Jeff was gone. Who else could take it's spot when it dies? From either the slender brothers, zalgo, or even
Jane the killer
Jane was pissed at the world. Who could blame the girl? Her sun kissed skin gone with fresh and marks of fire, her hair charred with hate and from a man who doesn't know what life is. A man who's parents didn't love.
Jane huffed as she looked at the mirror, her face still covered in burn marks. Her lips stained with his flesh, stained with the idea that she was attractive to a man that couldn't regulate his own emotions.
The red fur showed up, causing Jane to let out a soft huff. She hated the entity, she really did. The thing always bugged her, always trying to get her to spread the word of it. Like some sort of parasite wanting everyone to know it existed instead of whatever is popular nowadays.
"I'm not doing anything for you." Jane repeated herself to the dog like creature, it sitting on the floor next to the vanity that jane kept, to feel normal again. To not feel like a fat freak with pus and liquid fat dripping out of her body, to feel pretty again even if it kills her. The creature just continued to stare at her.
Jane sighed as she looked at it, it's smile always made her remember that freak. The way his greasy hair shined in the sunlight the way Jeff stunk if blood, gasoline, and his own body order.
"I don't care, go ask-"
Nina the killer
Nina hummed again as she skipped to the graveyard, she knew Jeff killed another girl. Some lady who just was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Nina always wanted to be her - to have the touch of Jeff, for him to touch her like he did to this dead lady.
The shovel is where it always was, seriously! The cleaner here most know she always visits, Nina couldn't help but brighten as she went to dig out the grave just so she could just see the dead body that should've been her.
The padding of the entity feet snapped Nina out of her daze, "Can you not?!" Nina growled at the demon. It's smile was joyous, like she was about the fact she could be near Jeff.
The demon just jumped onto Nina, it's claws digging into her bleached skin. After all, she wanted to show Jeff she could be just as beautiful as Jane was; she was slowly getting down the pounds to weigh the exact same.
The creature just huffed again as it nipped at Nina arm; it was ridiculous of how obsessed she was of
Disclaimer: I do not have CIPA nor Tourettes, while I have researched these topics I may not be correct. If I write anything incorrectly, feel free to let me know.
This is smut, I will be blocking minors who interact with this post. Me and the block button are best friends.
Best read with a fem reader in mind.
Working with Toby was weird, the chestnut hair that was messy, hazel eyes that never seemed to stay the same colour. The hands that are damaged beyond repair, the scars, the scabs, the fresh wounds and reminders of infections.
Toby was weird, he never would talk to you specifically. He always walked away grumbling while he clicked his tongue and jerked his head.
Yet he stayed by your side, you both were supposed to help the faceless being into killing Zalgo, into stopping Zalgo, into making sure no one finds out the truth of how easy this world would burn. Yet he always stayed by you.
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Toby was fully aware that he liked you, he wasn't sure if this was love of course. He didn't really remember what love was like. He knew there used to be a blonde woman that loved him, yet he didn't remember.
He kept clicking his tongue as he watched you, the way your back arched, the way your shorts kept riding up. The way your hair, was just that. Yours.
Tobias wanted you, he knew that at least. He never could have it though, you were too... Something. Tobias didn't know.
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Your panty drawer, that is what Toby wanted. He just wanted something with your scent in it, and there it was.
He didn't really care about the design or colour, he just wanted something of yours. Something he could just take and not worry about others stealing it. It was his.
🌹
Toby cock was always so sensitive, probably due to the lack of pain he feels, the lack of temperature that he feels. Pleasure is something he enjoyed, something Tobias craved. Sensations that were insane to even fathom.
The fabric of your panties felt so fucking good against his leaky tip. The milky substance staining the panties, he didn't care. If anything, it was more exciting. The idea that you could wear panties stained with his cum? Fucking perfect.
You were perfect. Toby wanted to be yours so badly. Yet he couldn't, you were perfect.
He groaned finally as the streams of white, creamy, frankly thick cum coats the underwear. It's okay though, it's just, for his birthday. Since he can't be with you.
Hi!!! I'd love to request a matchup 🫶 for DC please! I'm a little nervous ahdjshd
I'm bi/demi, transfemme if that holds any bearing as well :] I'm an artist, mostly based around fandoms and character design. Otherwise my hobbies include perfume collecting, video games (rpgs) and movies (can't nail down my taste here... Very broad, I genuinely like twilight)
I'm told I'm nice, overly so sometimes, but I'm a very "hands off" person when it comes to personal gripes/nonconfrontational. I like outrageous humour and have a very soft heart, and tend to run on the emotional and sensitive side and am often pretty maternal.
I hope this is enough! 🩷
No need to be nervous, I don't bite. For your non yandere matchup I see you with Hal jordon.
🌹 Hal does not care that you're transgender, frankly, he's the type to look up what to expect when dating a person who is transgender.
🌹 He is a little ignorant, he understands that gender is weird. He's been to space and he's seen aliens but he's never really cared about gender itself. But he's going to learn for you.
🌹 Hal will absolutely pose for you, you need him a specific pose for your art? Done, he'll even do it in his boxers so you can see his muscles.
🌹 Honestly he just wanted to flex his muscles too you.
🌹 Though he's going to be a little jealous if you don't draw him, nothing toxic he'll just pout and give you the puppy dog eyes.
🌹 He's also going to show Kyle up with your art.
🌹Hal is going to show the classic 80's movie, no doubt. He's going to watch your movies as well, it's just, he likes the 80's.
🌹 Hal is going to drag you to garage sales to find you video games, especially the old rpgs. He doesn't really know much of videos games.
🌹 He'll play just dance with you though, and he will win.
🌹 Oh he's going to go to Victoria secret so you can spell there perfumes and collect them. He'll also drag you to any other places you want.
🌹 Hal is stubborn and hard headed, if he thinks you're being taking advantage of. He'll fight for you.
🌹 If you want as well, he'll take you to the gym, to make sure you know how to defend yourself. He was an air Force pilot, he knows a few things.
🌹 Hal is going to try and make you laugh at least once a day, sorry that's the rules. You need to laugh at him.
🌹 Hal appreciates the emotional part of you, while he is a funny good guy, he was trained to turn off emotions really. It's a nice reminder.
Down below the cut is yandere content.
🥀 Poor you, Dick Grayson is your yandere.
🥀 At first, he didn't mean to even feel this way. He just wanted to save you. You couldn't stand up for yourself and he was a hero, he could teach you.
🥀 Especially since you are so emotional and maternal. You'll be eaten alive in Blüdhaven with your kindness and emotions.
🥀 Dick is fully aware you probably don't like being trapped in his apartment. Don't worry, he has everything to keep you occupied.
🥀 He'll even buy you a drawing tablet and let you draw your silly little fanart, see? He's not so bad.
🥀 He is aware of video games, Wally likes them and so did Beast boy and Cyborg, he doesn't get the point of them. Especially since he can normally figure it out the ending.
🥀 Though he dares you to try and find him a rpg that is unpredictable. Though, that's kinda hard when you're stuck inside his apartment...
🥀 He'll also let you watch movies! He has to be beside you though. Can't risk you crying.
🥀 Dick is going to buy the best of perfumes for you, don't worry your pretty little head about it.
🥀 Dick is fully aware you need estrogen and anything you need to make yourself comfortable. He's going to buy the best of the best for you.
TW: Yandere behavior, stalking, violence, abliesm, talks of decompression of a human body, toxic masculinity, sexual harassment NOT BY TIM, being burned alive
DISCLAIMER: I do not have CIPA, Schizophrenia, or Tourettes syndrome while I did research these conditions I may not be accurate. If I misrepresented these conditions, feel free to let me know. Thank you.
Best read with a GN reader in mind
Working at a gas station in the middle of nowhere is always a fun time, you see people from every neck or the woods. Tourists who got lost trying to find a city and 'american roads are too complicated.' Farmers whose children need a pick me up after work or school, and of course just random travelers who simply need a cup or gas and get some cigarettes.
Yet you still had a regular, someone who always came by and ordered the same things. A pack of cigarettes, a 6 pack of some sort of beer, and always a lighter.
"... You loose these often?" You tried to joke,
"..." Of course there was always silence with this man. A hunter most likely, the way his knuckles bruise and are covered in red crimson colour.
"... Your total is 23.76." You spoke, your feet shifting awkwardly as he pulled out cash, the cotton feeling on your hands as you sigh, two 20's. Well, at least he didn't seem to mind checking the bills. "Ah," you pause for a second.
The golden ink on the bill turning a harsh black colour on the paper, a fake 20. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but this is fake."
The man paused with a second, he let out a soft sigh of annoyance as he rubbed his nose; he pulled out another bill, "Try this one." He gruffed out, probably annoyed about some other sketchy gas station giving a fake 20.
"If you're going to that touristy ghost town, you should probably be careful." You spoke up softly, as you checked the 20. Perfect, the marked bill stayed gold. "The man that runs it has... Has history of being violent with fake bills." You warned, you handed the man the change. His hands still insanely warm. Almost like a forest stuck between rain and heat.
"... Thanks for the warning." He huffed out, he quickly went back to his truck. You let out a soft sigh and frowned. He was so quiet and rough, though you guess all hunters are like that.
🌹
The drive was silent with Tim and Toby, Brian had another mission somewhere else. Toby kept biting his lip and jerking his head towards the side of the door. "Y... Click. You shou- click click." Toby tried to speak.
Tim tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his hands bruising and turning a white colour. He stared at the endless road. The whispers of 'turn behind you', 'behind you' 'look behind you.' ringing loudly in his ear. "I should what?" He questioned.
"Should click click click," Toby huffed out as his head jerked a little too far, reopening his scared cut up cheek. The smell of iron and infection hitting Tim's nose, a stark reminder how much he found Toby to be a disgrace fuck that causes nothing but problems. "Should tal-talk with them." Toby huffed out.
"Boy you better fix that." Tim spoke causing Toby to sigh as he opened his phone, something that BEN ghost gave him. "Nth click click click." Toby hissed out as he kept jerking his head to the side.
Whatever, Tim had more important things.
🌹
Tim watched as you finally went back to the gas station, you're finally switching shifts. The way you waved to your coworker making his blood run cold. Why were you so friendly? Especially in the middle of nowhere America.
The way your hands were covered with other people's touch, the way you smiled at everyone and made conversation with the stupidest of men. The way you had to fix everything in that gas station. The manager there was a failure of a man, what kinda of man couldn't even fix a lightbulb?
It unnerved Tim, it unnerved Tim of how weak you were. You haven't even noticed him, you would get yourself killed one of these days.
No you wouldn't, not while Tim was around. Not while he's seen the way maggots crawl on dead flesh, not the way he's seen the light fade from the eyes of men and women. He couldn't risk you, your softness being tainted with black flesh and black liquid.
🌹
It was a rough shift for you today, a creepy old man decided to leave his tact at the door. His hand touching your arm as he spoke out the words 'Cmon, how much do I gotta for a kiss?'
It was disgusting and disturbing but you knew your manager wasn't going to do anything about it, why would he? He could barley clean the toilets without puking everywhere. He also couldn't even handle the register breaking.
"Is this area known for that?" The man hissed, the cigarette man. Your regular. "Ah, well." You pause, before you shook your head and smiled at the man with the side burns. Hoping maybe you could calm him down, that you could hope he won't have a negative review.
"He's just joking. Really." The man paused as he sighed and rubbed his nose, irritation clearly building up even more. "You know what, your cigarettes are on me tonight. Sorry you had to see that."
The man paused before he let out a soft huff. "Really?" You paused, shit. That probably was the wrong thing to say. "Well, yeah," You chuckled dryly.
He stared at you, before nodding. Before handing you a 20 and you giving the man the change.
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Tim sighed as he lit one of the cigarettes that you've given him. The way the smoke filled up his lungs, the way it made him forget for a just a second about the voices in his head.
"click click click." Toby ticked, his hands jerking up toward the fire of the body they were burning. The red, the orange, the smell of burning flesh. The reminder of how humans scream in agony and scream from black smoke filling up his lungs. "Y-you mu- click click click, you murder for click click. For them now?" Toby asked.
Tim huffed as he flicked out the cigarette, what a dumb question.
helloo rosemarry!! i love your works very much and saw you were doing matchups so i wanted to give it a go for creepypasta!!
I'm Zee and I'm bi! i find my personality is often mirrored off of others, but other than that i tend to be on the louder side, especially with friends. I've been told that i come off as judgy before people know me but i really don't intend to be,i promise i just have a bad case of RBF... my main hobbies are art and writing but i also do some gaming sometimes if i feel like it (specifically minecraft, not sure if that matters hehe)
Hi Zee, thank you so much for enjoying my writing. I am hoping this will also be something you love as well. For your non yandere creepypasta, I see you with BEN DROWNED. Below are the reasons.
🌹 BEN is fully aware of RBF's, and he likes yours. More specifically he likes the fact that he can see you being yourself.
🌹 BEN will watch you through the camera, not because he is trying to be stalkerish. He just wants to see what you would do.
🌹 BEN loves how loud you are! He is more of the quite side, so he quite enjoys you and your voice.
🌹 BEN would absolutely love to play Minecraft with you, and would shift his play style to match you. You like building? He would mine and find every block you want. You like PVP? He is making sure you get the best of loot.
🌹 BEN would love to play games while you draw or write something, he doesn't mind and finds it quite cozy.
🌹 You are quite cozy to BEN.
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Nina absolutely found you and got obsessed with you.
🥀 Nina wants you to copy her personality all the time, mirror her!
🥀Nina is also loud, very loud. It's one of the reason you guys are meant together! You're exactly alike.
🥀 Nina is not afraid to kill men or women if you ever start mirroring other people, you should probably stay by her side to make sure she doesn't.
🥀 Nina is aware of your RBF, and she fucking loves it. You don't need to show your expression to anyone else, just look at her.
🥀 Nina doesn't game, but she wouldn't mind watching you game! Just stay with her.
🥀 Nina also loves drawing! Another reason why you two are perfect for each other. You guys are so similar.
🥀 Nina would absolutely draw your Minecraft world on whatever aesthetic you're into, her art style always changes.
🥀 Nina grew up writing fanfics! So she understands the love of writing, she'll even write your guy's love story.
🥀 You should let her read and see your art, even if you don't she'll still find a way to see it.
🥀 You two are perfect, just stay by her side, okay?
my name is emmy, I use she/her pronouns and i’m straight. i’m pretty introverted but more outgoing with those im close to, im deeply creative - I love to draw, sketch, paint, etc. I love music and reading and im also very empathetic and sentimental. I always put others before myself, which I should probably do less. I really love reading the classics, but I also love the coming of age genre.
thank you!!
Good evening Emmy, for your non yandere matchup I see you with Tim drake, below are the reasons and some scenarios I can see.
🌹 For someone like Tim, who values privacy. He loves how introverted you, he loves how you are still outgoing with him.
🌹 Tim is pretty busy a lot of time, as much as he wants to spend time with you. He will make it up to you by making sure your art hobbies is made with good quality art supplies.
🌹 Don't even try to tell him no, he's stubborn and he wants to make sure you know he is head over heels in love with you.
🌹 Tim would also buy you first edition books since you love classics, he would also put aside his pride and ask Jason for his suggestions.
🌹 Your empathy is really important to Tim, sure he understands empathy and what it means to him. Yet, he struggles with the ides that some people deserve to die.
🌹 He would try and perfect your empathy to the best of his ability.
🌹 Tim is not above threatening those who take advantage of your kindness, he will smile and take a person to the side.
🌹 He also will remind you to take care of yourself, even if he sucks at himself.
🌹 In Tim's room, he makes sure there is a speaker. A good quality speaker of course, that way you can stay there and enjoy his room while he works.
🌹 He does enjoy the silence with you.
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I could absolutely see Connor Kent being obsessed with you.
🥀 At first, he noticed how you always seemed to be quiet, even after he saved you from some sort of alien thing.
🥀 Connor also noticed how you didn't seem to care for yourself, silly girl.
🥀 The good thing about being a 'super' of being a 'kent' is how much farmland he has to those who you put above yourself.
🥀 You won't find out for a while though, he's too quick for that.
🥀 Connor is not above picking you up, and flying you around the globe to find inspiration for your art. Middle of nowhere Norway, unfamiliar forest in Japan, an island so dangerous that you have to relay on Connor for movement.
🥀 Connor is a clone, so he never really learned about the classics like you have. You'll have to read them to him!
🥀 Connor probably doesn't understand your sentiment for things, sure he knows it's a human thing. He also knows Clark feels it to, but for him? He just wants you.
🥀 He won't destroy important things to you, he'll just, replace if. He can make diamonds pretty easily you know?
🥀 Surly you won't fight him, right?
🥀 Connor doesn't want to hurt you, please don't make him.
hello, I am in the mood to write something and I don't know exactly what to write. So, I'll be doing the next best thing and having matchups for a couple of fandoms that I am in.
For matchups I request you send
Sexuality
Your personality
Hobbies
For the matchups I will do it will be for these fandoms.
Creepypasta
The avengers
X-men
Twisted wonderland
DC
I also will ask if you want these yandere themed or not, if not specified as yandere or not. I will write both to make it easier.
TW: Unhealthy dynamics, yandere, mentions of PTSD, mentions of sexism, WWII mentions,
Best read with a fem reader in mind.
It's four in the god damn morning in New York fucking City. It's dark, it's still fucking loud, and let's be honest there are some drunk weirdos who keep oogling you as you unlocked the door to the small little coffee shop. It's opening time for you.
Make sure the carpets are down because who knows about the snow and rain, make sure no one broke in and stole the money. Fix any machines that went wrong for the evening crew, and dreading the rich people who would say the dumbest of things.
'Could I have a chai but with no tea?'
'I want a mocha with no chocolate'
'I want a hot iced drink!'
Sure, the tips were okay. Though could you really handle New York city? You were raised here, you knew how bad it was. Especially after a rat stole your pizza as a child.
"Good day ma'am." That accent, blonde hair, blue eyes. Your regular, the same regular that comes everyday your here. With a smile that seemed too perfect, and eyes that looked barren, like he's seen death in front of him.
He probably has though, it is Captain america. He doesn't wear his uniform in your cafe, said something about how he didn't want people to visit your cafe because of him. How he wanted your cafe to be his safe space, a place where he could calm down.
The Americano was fresh, you made sure to get the perfect shots of espresso and the water was the perfect temperature to get that nice foam. Fancy compared to war coffee, and something Captain America craved since he was unfrozen. Though maybe it was you.
It was 4:12 in the morning, most people would've said no to the owner or manager of coming in so early. Who wants to deal with New York city so early? Who would want to deal with people, machinery, and baked goods? Apparently you, you did.
You always smiled, he was aware it was for customers but you always seemed to brighten for him specifically. Like you two were made for each other, like you could be the perfect woman for him.
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Steve knew he shouldn't be following you to work, it was immoral and would probably freak you out. Yet, he knew it was for the better. You couldn't protect yourself like Peggy could've, you don't have any skills with firearms. You couldn't even throw a punch.
You started walking when it was 3:23 am, you probably forgot your keys and had to search for it for three minutes, or maybe it was your glasses.
Across the road
Put headphones in, but leave out one earbud because quite frankly? It was new york city and it was dangerous this late at night.
Go to the gas station at the corner, buy an energy drink because you're clearly burnt out of coffee.
Then, roughly 3:49 am, you take a breath. You're chest raising and falling, showing how weak you were. How a random man could come up and stab you, could leave you bleeding on the ground with nothing left.
Steve didn't want to imagine you dying, he already saw so much death.
He'll keep watching you, will keep waiting till it was deemed reasonable to go to your coffee shop. Slowly flirt with you.
Of course he'll have to keep an eye out for men who would think you were delicate. You'll be his, you'll see.
TW: Child abuse of all kinds, noncon, dubcon, murder, pedophilia, gore, violence in general, religious themes, blasphemy, human trafficking, revenge noncon, mental health issues/breakdown,
Best read with no reader in mind
Four beings bound together by being similar. For some they are guardian angels for others they are the devil itself.
Yet what are they truly?
Slenderman
The most well known of the brothers, Slenderman. Faceless, wears a suit and commands an army of mentally ill children.
Slenderman doesn't remember the date of its birth, what it remembers is waking up with a need to fight against Zalgo.
Slenderman focused on people who truly lost everything; people who wouldn't care about dying. People who have nothing left in the world.
The faceless being does care about those under its care, in its own way. Jeffery knives never dull, Tobias can't seem to remember his father, Natalie's eye never seems to be in pain when she's near the being.
The being knows about the slender sickness it is causing the common folk and yet, it didn't care.
A world with zalgo would be more dangerous.
Offenderman
Offenderman is fully aware that people accuse him of being a rapist, of being a pedophile, of being a monster that didn't care about consent.
It's wrong of course, but offenderman uses the rumors for the better; Finding things who defend the act of rape, finding disgusting freaks who wants to be him.
Offenderman remembers being human, he doesn't remember the exact date but he knows it was long long ago.
He doesn't remember his parents, he remembers the brothel he was most likely sold to.
He remembers begging on his bruised knees, his hands clasped together. Bloody, bruises, and even broken from men and women alike breaking his weak, frail body.
A priest was the one that turned him into this faceless being, asking the young boy if he wanted revenge. Who wouldn't want revenge?
Now Offenderman takes his time with worse or humanity.
He himself is revenge, and revenge is bloody and forced.
They didn't respect no, why should he stop when they beg for mercy?
Splendorman
Splendorman is the happiest of beings in the universe, no, not even potheads are more happy then him.
Splendorman is pure joy, a perfect being for being near children and taking care of them. Sally, Lazuri, and even those who were affected with the black eyed curse.
Splendorman remembers bits and pieces of his childhood, always being stuck inside a mental hospital that would torture everyone for the sake of being 'normal'
It doesn't remember how it became this being, and yet, he doesn't care.
Splendorman knows about the splendor sickness and he isn't looking for a way to fix it, just like his older brother.
The difference is that splendor is the happiest being in the world, and it wants to spread happiness.
He is happiness.
Just don't hurt his children and accept being happy.
Trenderman
Trenderman is the brother that doesn't kill, Slenderman would murder if people gained a will to live, Offenderman kills to get revenge, and Splendorman would kill those who went insane with joy.
Trenderman is the youngest, and is the one that is trying to get back to his human life, before he sold his soul to the damn priest.
It was over something petty too, Trenderman wanted the cardigan that his mother burned to prove a point to Trenderman.
Well, he did get that cardigan and he turned into this faceless, tentacle being.
Trenderman is now so isolated that he couldn't imagine what to do know.
Do you actually remember? You didn't follow in their footsteps, right?
First thing ever written on this blog, huh. Of course it's the creepypasta fandom.
Characters: Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack,
TW: Bullying, blood, gore, talks of violence, violence in general, murder, abuse, religious themes, meta/4th wall break, unhealthy dynamics, manipulation, possessive/obsessive, power dynamics, suicide, drugs and alcohol mentioned, self harm, cannibalism
Best read with a GN reader in mind
Don't you remember those little horror stories you used to read to keep yourself occupied within the mess that was your mind? The stories all about how teenagers went batshit insane and killed their abusive parents or even their bullies.
You probably stayed awake for nights on nights on your phone when you had to go to school the next day. Who cared about the blue light damaging your eyes, who cared about your education, or the fact you decided to become so numb to violence?
Surly your parents didn't. Surly you wouldn't copy your favourite internet horror story, would you? Or even worse, met them?
Jeff the killer
Oh poor thing, probably bullied weren't you? You were always a little weird, probably fascinated with everything morbid. Of course kids your age probably didn't care about that, you were a freak in their eyes and they didn't understand you.
You were reading a book, weren't you? Something about murder perhaps? Maybe a book about weird deaths around the world? Or even the infamous anarchist cookbook? Who remembers at this point, you probably don't.
What caused you to snap I wonder? Was your named ever teased? Ever rhymed with anything? Was your precious book ripped out of your hands and broken apart into a pile of nothing? You don't remember though, do you? You just had enough of the teasing and hate. Of being seen as a freak, and surly your idol would be the same, right?
Do you remember the blood colour? The tint is crimson staining your hands as she tried and tried to wash it off. You couldn't get caught! Not to mention do they really deserve to have a body found? To have their parents finally be able to put their body at rest?
No, probably not to you.
It probably wasn't that long till you met the same little horror story you used to read about. He probably wasn't what you were expecting though, was he?
The black hair that was straight, unnaturally straight some would say. Smelling of body odor, smelling of weed, smelling of that same copper rust that stained your hands permanently. The burns on his face, the same burns you remember being told was pure white. Were pink and red, clearly infected because of his dirty fingernails.
"..." He stayed quiet, and you did too most likely. After all, how could you compete with Jeff the killer? Even if he wasn't what you were expecting.
"..." "..." "..."
You should probably walk away now, he seems mad. After all, you were in the woods of your home town. You could probably run away from him, unless you really want to die by his hands?
Surly not though, right?
...
Right?
Ticci Toby
Abuse and neglect ran in your family, didn't it? Religious family who hated everything about you? Drugged up mother or alcoholic dad? Military family?
Does it matter though? You could always go into your head, like you always did when things got out of hand. The screaming, the hitting, the glass bottles thrown?
Say, when you go into your fantasy world. It's always him with you inside, isn't? The same chestnut brown hair with the orange googles, a person who set fire to a neighborhood because his brain snapped after the pressure of a faceless being and his sisters death.
No, surly you were a good kid. You would never think of a killer as attractive, you couldn't of.
Even with people making fun of things couldn't control. Like your looks, your neurological conditions, or the vast number of disabilities that exist in the world. You had worse at home, right?
Surly you wouldn't follow in the same footsteps, surly you wouldn't grab the closest, sharpest, and perfect for staining blood. Right?
Or even taking a lighter and burning down your home. If you could call it that.
Strangely enough the same chestnut haired boy was at the corner of the woods, watching the flames grow and grow, something you can't go back too, fire already licking any chance of redemption from your family.
Even if you got in your hands in knees for a man called Ticci Toby, for a man that probably doesn't even care about you.
And yet here you were, a lone person, covered in blood begging for his help.
He might...
Humor you
Eyeless jack
You lived a regular life how did it come to this? Were you just that bored and looking up stories to past the time? Was the clock in your bedroom going by tics that you were relentless? Surly you could've found something that stimulated your brain: crossword, sudoku, word searches. Yet none of it seemed to matter to you.
You were bored, clearly. Why else would you do something as reckless and befriending someone who kept bragging about doing occult spells. A friend who grinned when they cut their wrist, the colour of their blood shifting from a perfect shade of cherries, turning into a black tar like substance.
You could've backed away now. You had a loving family, you had everything you could've wanted and yet you decided to play a game of misunderstanding with demons.
I mean couldn't you call them that?
You remember the story of eyeless Jack, don't you? The same story you stayed up from the precious night to read and reblog
Every
Single
Thing
Of
His?
So what if he's an aloof creature that eats kidneys, you're just like him! You have have to find him to prove you two are mates!
Hi my name is Rose or anything Rose related, I am a 19 year old person, who happens to have a hobby for writing and needs motivation.
I can write for some fandoms such as
🌹 Avengers, the original
🌹 Creepypasta's
🌹 Twisted wonderland
🌹Dragon age
🌹 DC
🌹 Original thoughts and ideas
🌹 Obey me
🌹 Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Revolution
🌹 Stardew valley
🌹 X-men
I am a 19 year old who works full time who also has bills to pay, I will not tolerate disrespect of any kind when it comes to my writing.
I will never ever write anything to do with: DDLG, DDLB, DMLG, DMLB.
As above I will not write anything with age play as a thought idea, nor will I write anything with daddy kinks.
I am dyslexic, while I do try and proof read things. I am not perfect and apparently my brain doesn't like to read things; keep this in mind when reading my writings.
