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[sorrowpoetry]

MINORS DNI

JULES — 19, she/her, devoted proxy and a beginner writer

🎻: i’ll mainly focus on creepypasta fanfiction, but feel welcome to send your thoughts and requests from different fandoms.

what i don’t write: non-con/dub-con, SA, r4pe, pedophilia or incest. if you request it, i’ll block you immediately.

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just realized i still need to finish my ej headcannons 😭💔

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Imagine toby x fem!reader in the car with toby waiting for hoodie & masky to return from there gas station car,..and start kissing or more like making out,,.because when they hear a knocking on the car window and are embarrassedly interrupted,..???👀👀

anon you have a genius mind 👀 hope i managed to met your expectations

꩜ night drive suggestive — minors dni

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fanart by antlergrave

— established situationship (?) sort of?

It was late and raining, the roads empty as Tim drove back to the cabin after a rough mission, a comfortable silence between the four people in the old truck.

Brian patted his hand on his thigh, matching the slow rhythm of the radio while Toby sat besides you in the backseat, arms crossed, hood pulled up and closed eyes.

He was so quiet you’d assume he was sleeping, if you didn’t knew any better.

Sighing and tired, you looked away, eyes watching the tree line as you leaned against the window, counting the raindrops patting against the glass before getting bored and returning your gaze to the tall pines.

Suddenly, Tim took a turn, and the truck idled quietly outside the gas station, the headlights illuminating the empty parking lot. It almost looked abandoned.

“Why are we stopping?” you asked, brows furrowed as Tim only scoffed in response, pushing his door open.

“Low on gas, duh, why else would I stop at a gas station?” the man simply replied, slamming the door shut behind him. Brian whistled at his friend’s gruffness, turning around and giving you a tight smile.

“I’m getting snacks. You two want anything?” When you shook your head and Toby only grunted, he left the car.

You could only watch as both men walked into the convenience store, bickering on their way in.

Minutes passed since then, the muffled sound of rain pattering against the concrete floor could be heard through the windows, growing louder each second.

“They’re taking forever,” you muttered, glancing toward the convenience store, “And the rain is getting worse.”

Toby chuckled, “Y-Yeah, they’ll survive. Not like t-they’re made of sugar.”

The silence settled between you. You looked at him, and he was already staring back. He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made your heart race every time.

“Y-You know…” He stuttered, tics worsening with a crack of his joints.

“What?”

Instead of answering, he looked away, a faint blush across his cheeks, almost unnoticeable if not for the flickering lights from outside.

“You’re a little nervous tonight,” you noted with a quiet laugh, shuffling closer in the backseat.

He huffed out, almost embarrassed before a hand reaching for yours as he followed your lead, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, hesitant.

You closed the small distance between you two and smiled into his lips, “And eager too.” One kiss quickly turned into another, both of you laughing softly whenever your noses bumped.

“I-It’s not like y-you’re complaining,” he whispered against your mouth, earning a quiet laugh and a roll of your eyes before he pulled you in again, lips parting like an invitation.

You hummed, closing your eyes and tilting your head as your tongues met, a hand moving to his chest, pushing him till his back hit the door.

He smiled against you, teeth teasingly pulling at your lower lip as his hands held your waist, sliding under your shirt, nails digging in your soft skin, earning a whine out of you as your hand fisted at his hoodie.

“F-Fuck,” Toby murmured when you pulled back to breath, his lips glossy and swollen as his hands pushed your shirt up, thumbs grazing against your ribs. You were about to lean down and kiss him again, then—

Knock. Knock.

At the window right behind you.

You both froze.

“Shit–” You whispered, mortified as you pulled back, slowly turning to look over your shoulder.

Brian stood outside, holding a bag of chips with a disgusted look in his face, and yet you could see the faint hint of a smile, as if he was trying to hide a laugh.

You could hear Tim filling up the tank, and obviously trying to ignore what he saw through the window.

Toby straightened in his seat so fast he nearly hit his head on the door, his face red as a tomato.

You fixed your shirt and covered your face, cheeks burning in shame as you moved back to your seat.

Brian snickered, before walking to the passenger’s side, the door clicked open and he climbed back inside, opening his bag of chips.

“I don’t even have words to explain how I’m feeling now,” he murmured, holding back a chuckle while he shoved food into his mouth.

Tim followed, avoiding to glance your way as his hands held firmly the steering wheel and he sighed.

“Well,” Brian said casually, holding up the snacks. “I guess we interrupted the lovebirds?”

You groaned, hiding your face even more as Toby muttered, “N-No! We didn’t-“

“Stop, okay? I don’t want nor I need to hear it, boy,” Tim interrupted him, just shaking his head like a disappointed father, “I need a cigarette.”

Brian just wheezed out as Tim pulled into the road again, driving off into the night.

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[mintchipmalt]

Obsession x Crp

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omg?????? best jeff and nina fanart i ever saw they’re so pretty 😭💕

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me trying to figure out how to write dialogues and specific scenarios so i can please my anons asks

(i have no idea on what i’m doing)

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this is so toby coded i’m sorry

+ the proxies

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꩜ how i see brian thomas

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obviously the face claim is brian

— a buff man, bigger than the other proxies, i like to think he kinda has a dad bod

— has a mustache that he religiously takes care of, trims it and style it every weekend.

— very clean guy, showers twice a day, sometimes three when he’s feeling too dirty, like after a mission. he can’t stand the smell of sweat or blood for too long

— you know those strong perfumes men always wear? those with the very masculine scent? yeah i think he’d smell like that with a mix of grass or dirt, considering his line of work basically consists in chasing people around the woods for a mysterious being

— always wearing jeans, i think he’d even wear them to sleep when he’s too tired to change

— also hoodies, duh. he’s always wearing one, i think that he has at least three yellow hoodies that are identical

— between the proxies, he’s easily the strongest (i know him and tim are not actually proxies but let’s just pretend lol)

— i imagine him as some sort of handyman around the cabin, if something is broken, he’s the one they call

— it could be a chill saturday morning and he’d randomly start fixing the door hinges, or tim’s old truck

— speaking of tim’s truck, they go on road trips together, brian is the only one allowed to drive it (besides tim himself)

— when he has the chance, he likes to stop at diners to eat, he’s too lazy to cook a proper meal so that’s the best food he has in the whole week

— drinks, a lot, enough to get tipsy when he’s not busy with proxy’s business, but when he’s too tired and overwhelmed, he’ll drink till he gets drunk and then he starts blabbering with a red face, ends up sleeping in seconds

— speaking of sleeping, he can fall asleep anywhere, on the floor, a chair, an old bench, the uncomfortable couch in the cabin, he’s too tired to care

— has multiple cameras, stolen and bought, keeps them in a drawer besides his bed, the majority of them doesn’t even work anymore, he just keeps it because he’s attached to them

— handgun type of guy, they’re easy to carry and get the job done quickly, but since he’s strong i also think that, if needed, he’d be down to some punches

— might even randomly grab a rock or a broken pipe from the ground and use it as a weapon, bro does not care he just wants to get it done

if brian had a song, it would be this, mysterious and kinda unnerving just like him

when representing the proxies, i really like these type of songs

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would you perhaps do any LJ hc? Big fan !!

of course!! i’ll try to get it done asap :))

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jeff, ben and toby and jack (unwillingly) when they met sally

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꩜ makeout with toby hc suggestive — minors dni

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quick disclaimer: i never wrote something like this so i apologize in advance if it’s bad :(

— imagine toby coming back from a mission, immediately searching for you, barging into your bedroom, mentally exhausted and looking for comfort

— he’d throw himself into your arms, mumbling about his day, complaining and just nuzzling into the crook of your neck

— his hands would find your waist while you gently played with his hair, pushing the long strands he refuses to cut behind his ear

— you two would be laying there in silence, just his calm breathing fanning your collarbone while he held you, just happy to be with you again

— toby’s hands would start to roam, finding purchase in your waist then the small of your back, to your nape

— he’d look up to you with those big doe eyes of his, pupils so blown out that you could see your reflection in them if you looked close enough

— then he’d press a quick kiss to your jaw, then one by the corner of your mouth, the comforting atmosphere quickly getting heated as he peppered your face with small pecks

— cradle his nape and pull at his hair before smashing your lips against his, he would whimper so loud into your mouth, closing his eyes like he was in a bliss

— the kiss quickly gets deepened, teeth clashing against each other, tongues bumping, lips getting pulled and bitten to the point it stings

— and toby’s so vocal too, he would be groaning and whimpering so loud against you, when you pull back to breathe he’d stutter a quiet “p-please”, tics acting up and eyes looking into yours before he pulled you back to another kiss

— a hand cradling your jaw, tilting your head back as he basically devours your face, the other squeezed at your waist, pulling you flush against him, one of your legs hooking over his, almost straddling his lap with a lazy grind, the rough material if his jeans rubbing against you just right while he moaned into the kiss

— when you pull back to look down at him, he’d be staring back at you like you hung up the moon and starts, his face all red, breathing heavily with a stupid smile on his lips, swollen and wet from all the kissing, droll dripping from the gash on his cheek while he let out a quiet chuckle

give me that man now…

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toby lovers you are all getting fed soon

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꩜ how i see jane arkensaw/richardson

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face claim is gabriette but i also hc her as megan fox

— she fits the femme fatale aesthetic perfectly so that’s what i’m going for here, but i can also see her having a gothic style

— long black hair that almost reaches her legs, silky and vanilla scented

— LEATHER! leather jackets, leather boots, leather dresses it’s her brand

— also lace thighs

— likes dark blue, red and black, you’ll never see her wearing any other colors other than those

— fashion mama, has multiple magazines where she takes inspiration for her looks

— knows how to sew and made some of her clothes herself

— when it comes to makeup, i can see her having overconsumption, she didn’t need new eyeshadow, but she’ll buy (or steal) one anyway

— heavy eyebags that she doesn’t cover

— can speak french fluently, she learned it for fun when she was a teenager

— wine enthusiast, drinks it before going to sleep everyday while watching something in her room

— horror/gore queen, saw is her favorite franchise

— has a pet cat, specifically a black cat

— hates jeff with a passion and will poison his food if given the chance

— bff with kate and natalie because i said so

— has a motorcycle but she barely ever drives it, she’s also very overprotective over it so no one uses it

— her favorite band is lebanon hanover

— sleeps like a vampire 😭

— gardening hobby, she likes to keep things pretty so i can see her tending to the flowers around the mansion/cabin. she won’t live in an ugly place

— does not smoke, refuses to and would rather die before ever smelling like cigars or weed. she considers herself too classy for that

if jane was a song, she’d be one from mareux, like this one, i think it fits her vibe so well

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do we still think creepypastas are just a big happy family? no? okay… :(

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toby’s my willoughby tucker <33

willoughby tucker mentioned :))))

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i love your ben drowned hcs too:D he's so chill and not really as sleazy as most people make him out to be

Oh also a song that reminds me of him is "I want your video" by Djo, i like it a lot

omg thank youu 🤍 and that song really fits him so well too, loved the suggestion!!!

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꩜ thinking about bf jeff

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— i dont think jeff ever sat down with you and asked if you wanted to date him, it just sort of… happened?

— type of guy who randomly sneaks to your house, you could be getting ready for bed and he’d randomly show up in your window with that big smile of his 😭

— likes to scare you, will just stop in the corner of a room waiting so he can jump on you, will wheeze out a laugh if you scream

— likes to joke about everything, doesn’t take nothing and no one seriously, even you, or himself sometimes

— smoke sessions in his room, blasting loud music and just laying together

— will eventually turns into a makeout session where he blows the smoke into your mouth

— freakiest dude in town, talks dirty to you everyday but when the time eventually comes he’d get soooooo nervous. all bark no bite

— when angry he might just snap at you, feels bad after but won’t apologize, he’s just too prideful

— he’d rather get the silent treatment from you than ever say sorry, then he feels shitty and get even more angrier if that’s even possible

— bipolar, his mood changes in a matter of seconds

— when arguing, he’ll make fun of you, mock you and then he’ll brood somewhere and possibly kill someone

— does everything for u, you liked a little plushie? months later it’ll appear in your bedroom, someone made fun of you? dead in a ditch

— also remembers every small thing you mentioned, you could say you liked the smell of strawberries, like an afterthought, and hours later he’ll get a strawberry scented perfume just so you like his smell too 😭

— i think he’d be a little self conscious, since he has a mutilated face, he just can’t understand what you saw in him, but whatever it was, he’s glad for it

— mask his insecurities with jokes, but anyone who knows him enough can see right through it

— overprotective to the point of smothering, he can’t stand the thought of you being near anyone else, it makes him paranoid

— what if you’re getting tired of him? what if you’re cheating? what if that person likes you????? yeah he’s killing them, sorry

— an unhealthy obsession, but he just can’t control it, he never had someone before and who else would want him? a killer? he can’t lose you

— slightly toxic, but in my humble opinion, all the creepypastas relationships have their toxic side

— another man that needs reassurance, quality time and comfort almost 24/7

— he wouldn’t express his love through words and he doesn’t expect you to do it, acts of service and quality time are his way of showing his love

— having a relationship with him would pretty much be ragebaiting bf + ragebaited s/o, annoying in an endearing way

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the incest fetishist in the toby moodboard hell no, why do all of you flock to creepypasta?

actually there’s none! 3/10 ragebait