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there’s a colored version but k lowkey hate it

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i’m possessed

this is straight silly

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if this turns into an art blog say nothing

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do you guys love me but my commissions you can even lowball me idc

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i think tumblr would appreciate this

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merry Christmas Eve I’m reading smut on tumblr

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this is the greed they spoke about…. creepypasta fan fiction

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(so sorry for two requests but the other sent before i could finish it / “do u write for bp” one)

if so, could we have bp x f!reader where she tried to make him jealous and it maybe backfired?

sorry this took forever i've been unmotivated bc of work shifts

Helen was a calm man, hard to provoke beyond any typical means. Sure, he may be a murderer but you could get behind the whole poetic justice aspect if you tried hard enough. Your relationship was perfect. No arguments, no ‘other girl’ worries, and certainly no jealousy. There was no reason for him to exude that possessive air- you were his and he was yours, there was no doubt to that. That however didn’t mean that there was no longing for him to show you how far he could go for you.

“I just want him to show me that he wants me. Of course I already know he does, but I want him to be possessive about it when someone else flirts with me or something,” you vented your thoughts to Jane, someone whom had become a close friend over the course of your relationship with Helen. Ever the voice of reason, she was your protector in the world of murderers and horrible actions that she kept hidden behind closed doors to the best of her ability. Even Helen tried to prevent the full knowledge of their extent of living to you (though even he had his slip ups).        

“But are you sure? Remember who he is, what he is…this could be a problem.” But her words fell upon deaf ears. 

Your victim of compliance happened to become EJ, someone you considered an acquaintance far enough to not cause drama. You explained your plan, a simple appearance of flirtation, and even he seemed skeptical of your choices. God, another voice of reason? Couldn’t he just act in plan? Of course he obliged (albeit awkwardly), and your plan was soon in motion. 

You stood on a street corner at night, waiting for Helen to meet at the designated location in order to grab a bite to eat. This was a normal Thursday date night you both planned, with a dinner down the street from the art museum you met at. Jack came up from behind, his steps loud enough to alert you of his presence with that cadence each footprint held to tell that it was in friendly nature. No creeps here, peeps! (Sorry).

“Are you sure about this?” he asked once more. “Of course. When you see him coming just…give me your best line.”

It didn’t take too long for Helen’s silhouette to become visible in the dim lights of the night. Jack took this as his queue and tried his best, despite the tension that hung thick in the air.

“My doctor said I’m lacking in my vitamin U intake, care to help me out with that?” he recited as he noticed Helen hit ear shot. Helen’s face remained straight as he proceeded nearer to the two of you, even offering Jack a greeting in response.

“EJ, what are you doing here?” “Trying to be mister steal-your-girl, yo.”

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. And then, a laugh. A bubbling, genuine laugh echoed from Helen’s throat as he tried to repress, inevitably unable to retain. You huffed, disappointed by the outcome. “Ypu aren’t supposed to be laughing! You’re supposed to do something?” “Do something?” He echoed back. “Why would I do that? I know you’re mine, and you know I’m yours. I have no reason to be jealous at frankly the least threatening obstacle to our relationship I’ve ever seen.” Jack simply shrugged and walked off, presuming his work as done.

“Was this an attempt to make me jealous?” He inquired with the corner of his lips quirked on either side.” “Of course it was.” you huffed with annoyance.

“You know I’m always one step ahead. I can’t be jealous when I’m always there to keep you safe.”       

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Hey! I’d love to request a Bloody Painter/Helen Otis x fem reader scenario where she’s an art student who stumbles across a hidden gallery where the canvases are eerily lifelike. The curator of this gallery is a quiet, masked man who calls himself “Bloody Painter.” He becomes captivated by the reader, sketching out her face with such obsessive precision. The more she visits this gallery, the she realizes that the portraits he paints aren't just paintings, but are fragments of people who disappeared over the years. When he asks to paint her, it feels less like an invitation and more like a claim? I am OBSESSED with this man, I'd let him paint me like one of his bloody French girls!!!!!!! 😭🖤-BloodyPainterWaifuAnon<3 (P.S. He is giving Vincent Sinclair from the House of Wax Remake vibes, so ARTSY DADDY!!!)

GAWD OKAY I LOVE HIM he could paint me or paint on me i rlly dont care hahah

It was almost impossible to find a good art gallery in the small college town [Name]  lived in. While the campus was always busy and bustling with life, it seemed like the town itself remained sleepy through both the day and the night. With one local bar that the college students congregated at on the weekends and a few shops littered here and there, a new art gallery opening up was bound to be popular amongst the few art students attending campus- one such including such a creative soul such as [Name]. 

The first time she visits the gallery its an interesting little place, with paintings done in monochromatics of red and lifelike paintings of portraits placed precariously around the room. There were only a few at the time, with no titles or informational blurbs like an art museum would hold. These paintings sat on a few easels, each one signed with the same signature. This alluded to it being a shop of someone who promotes their own art. No wonder as to why, as each of the portraits were so lifelike despite the hues and values being made up solely of varying shades of reds.  Not a soul resided within the shop beyond one man in the corner observing her every move.

The man masked himself with a dripping smile, looking akin to fresh paint as it pooled down the mask in streaks of crimson. He said nothing, but [Name] could feel the eyes of the man on her, focusing on her every movement. It was a little strange, but an art student herself, [Name] wasn’t exactly the most sociable of people on her own terms either. Alas she thought nothing of it as she left the shop.

A few days later Samantha bounded up to [Name] with a grin on her face and phone in hand. “[Name]! Have you seen that new art gallery in town? We *have* to go!”

Samantha was another student in [Name]’s classes whom sat next to her in the painting course they shared. They often made idle conversation over canvases streaked with color and pallets of paint that swatched onto their smocks and sleeves. She was just as much of an art fanatic as [Name] herself was, so at the mention of the gallery that she had visited earlier that week, interest perked in her mind. Of course, it wasn’t as if the gallery was secret. The word had gotten around between the art students on campus of a small gallery with such lifelike paintings. Some gushed about how they wish they could achieve realism like that, while others took time to attempt to recreate pieces from memory as a form of practice. It was certainly getting around. “Sure, I’d love to.”

And so the pair went after the classes for the day. They stopped by the local cafe and picked up drinks before heading into the gallery and looking at the paintings in awe. A few more canvases had been added, some with the faces of children beaming back up at them while others were filled with students around their age who almost looked vaguely familiar. ‘Inspiration from the town,’ [Name] supposed whilst brushing the thought out of her mind.

The next day the seat in which Samantha occupied next to [Name] in their painting class remained empty throughout the entire session. [Name] thought this weird- Samantha was never the type to skip class, and she wouldn’t even take a sick day in fear of ruining her perfect attendance. ‘Maybe the illness finally caught up to her.’ But it simply didn’t sit right with her when that very same seat remained empty the next day, and the day after that, as well as the day following.  Out in toen running a few errands, [Name] passed the little art gallery once more. Deciding to step inside to see if any new pieces had appeared since the last visit, the door chimed as she stepped in. That man stood in the room once more, eerily still as she wandered the room. A few new portraits had been added, but one of the pieces had her stopping dead in her tracks. There on the canvas staring right back at her was the unmistakable face of Samantha.Fear struck cold right into her heart as she looked on at the portrait, not even noticing as the man walked up behind her. There was no sound to his steps, and the only way she knew he was behind her was by the sound of his voice finally rasping through the stiff air.

“I see you admiring my works a lot,” he started slow, “Would you mind if I painted you next?”

The question was offsetting. Almost more of a demand than a request. There was no way out between him and the door, and all she could do was not without turning around. Fate had been sealed, or so she presumed. There was no leaving this gallery now.

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Hi!! Im also new to your account (creepypasta fixation is doing its yearly roundback lol) for the match ups do we send them through an ask or through dming you? :>

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Through an ask!! That way you can keep anon on if you want :3

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Hi again, I was wondering if you could do a dark romance-y Laughing Jack x fem Reader, where the Reader meets LJ after finding some strange candy left outside her apartment window each morning. They tasted like her favorite childhood sweets that she remembered having as a kid, and maybe still her favorite to this day. Still, for some reason, they always make her dreams spiral into wild, kaleidoscopic nightmares where he always appears. At first, it was all innocent; He was just being all playful, teasing, and almost kind of flirtatious in a way. But soon, the Reader starts to notice that his "gifts" were starting to get darker, his affection becoming more feral towards her. It was almost to the point where the Reader was beginning to suspect that he was trying to mold her into his perfect companion. The only question is, does she surrender to his sticky-sweet obsession, or does she resist and risk his wrath? You can fill in the rest or expand on it if you want, maybe even jazz it up a little? I love this Crazy Clown, like, aside from Ticci Toby, he was actually the first creepypasta I ever read/listened to that got me into Creepypasta. So, yeah, he has a special place in my heart, in a twisted way.

took a little liberty so I hope this is enjoyable <3 he was def one of my firsts as well and I think he's so fun to write for !!

Every morning was the same for you, almost like a clock ticks each second away. Wake up, get ready for work, lock up the apartment. But when the candy started appearing at your doorstep? That  began to catch you off guard. At first it was just one piece, the colorful wrapper taunting you. In confusion you would pick it up and stuff it in your pocket, thinking nothing of it- but when a piece appeared the next day all the same, you didn’t know what to make of it.

In the beginning you thought it was one of the other residents on your floor playing a prank on you. Some left over halloween candy, a sweet treat they didn’t want. Asking the floormates that surrounded the apartment, no one owned up to placing it nor to seeing someone place it. To your knowledge these treats just kept appearing out of nowhere. One day before bed you decided to try one of these treats. If they were being left for you there was no harm done in trying one, right? Removing the joyful packaging and popping one in your mouth, your eyes widened at the flavors that burst upon your tongue. It tasted just like that one candy you loved as a kid but could never quite place the name. The one you always searched for in stores with the lingering memory of its sweet flavor in the back of your mind but you could never seem to find the identical match. It was an uncanny resemblance, tasting just like the sweet you craved ever so ferociously. You popped another saved candy into your mouth after finishing the first one. It was an addictive flavor that you had missed ever so.

When you fell asleep that night you were plagued with a dream just as colorful as the wrapper that you found the candy in, with a fair that stretched endlessly with any ride or game you could think of free to play with no expense, and a man who stood out like a sore thumb with his monochromatic outfit. ‘One of the clowns’ you would think without any warning. He filled your dream with laughter and sweet treats of many a variety, offering you your favorites and the ones that you missed without even knowing. It was such a great dreams that when you awoke the next morning to find it was never reals, you were almost…dissapointed.

The next day repeated the new routine with sweet presents on the way out the door to be consumed before bed. Candy was a sweet little treat before cleaning up and getting under the covers, and was rapidly becoming a new favorite part of the routine. The dreams that followed were in the same place as the night before, with the same clown following you around. This time he won you presents between sweet words- presents that would appear in your bedroom the next morning before your wake. You found this odd but pressed the thought away as something you must have forgotten you had.

Each day the cycle repeated, the candy’s joyful wrapper dulling in colors until it shifted to shades of reds and blacks and greys. The flavor never changed, just the wrapper. Maybe there were always different wrappers and you never noticed? Still, nothing truck you as weird until the dream you had that night.

The carnival looked the same, but without the lively colors it had held in the past. The clown was nowhere in sight, and things felt… different. It was offsetting in a way as you wandered through the carnival searching for your nightly companion.

“Laughing Jack!” you called out the ever-so-familiar name he had given you in one of your first ‘meetings,’ “Where are you? This isn’t funny- come out! Please!”

“I’m right here, my sweet treat,” came the comforting sound of the familiar voice of Laughing Jack from behind you. You spun fast for him to be inches away from your face, bent down to eye level with that ever-present grin. This time there was something about it that you couldn’t quite place. He slowly extended his hand, a candy with the colorful wrapping from the beginning held within the palm of his hand. “I ask you, [Name],” he began with an odd lilt to his voice, “What if we could make these dreams last forever? You’ve been having so much fun, hmmm?” The request was even weirder, and you took a step back much to his dismay. 

“Jack, what’s going on? Things aren’t  right- what’s happening?” His grin became strained in comparison.”All you have to do is take this candy and we can be together forever, just us. Wouldn’t you like that? Just us and this carnival? No responsibilities, no work, just fun forever?”

The offer was hard to refuse. And this was just a dream, right? With that oh-so delicious candy that had unknowingly started this whole mess? With hesitance your hand reached for the candy, contemplating if grabbing it was the right answer. Was this real? It felt so unmistakably like a reality warped in time. But still, you couldn’t help to think…one piece couldn’t hurt, right?

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Hi friends! I still have 5 request slots and 5 matchup slots open !! I’m off today as well so I have time to write, meaning each doc I get out opens another slot !

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hello! I'm new to your blog and was wondering what a match up fic is? :)

A matchup is when you give me some info about yourself (ie interests, hobbies, anything you wanna share) and I match you with a character I think would be a good fit for you! It’s like I get to ship you with whom ever I see best fit meuahahah

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So what exactly information should I give for a match up. I'm new to your account 😅

- 🦕 anon

Usually for a matchup you tell me about yourself. If you’re comfortable with appearances or gender that does give me more detail to write with, but my main needs are little facts about you. What do you like to do? What hobbies do you have, or any aspirations in turn? Are you a night owl? Anything about you that you feel like sharing is super helpful, and the more information once more gives me more to run with ! Which means a longer written piece ;0

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do u write for bp

Yes!! Mwah love that funky fella

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Hey friends! I still have 5 matchup slots and 10 request slots open! Feel free to request <3

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Considering my lack of posting and we were at 1387 yesterday this is crasaszyyyy. Thank you!!!! as such I’ll open up 5 matchup slots <3 and also requests are still open!!