Of vanity / of insanity .

the monster rose tall, full of fight, full of life, and like the bolts on Frankenstein's neck, the positive and negative came together with a charge that would make Shelley and Bukowski proud.

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REMINDER:   this blog is GONE !   you can find jeff @murderprone.  i’ll be revamping that blog asap. 

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JEFF HAS BEEN MOVED , @murderprone​ .

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I HAD TO FIGHT MY MONSTERS ,   so a monster I became   &    I learned I had to wander ,  till I fell into my grave .     now I understand my demons ,  you might say I’m one of them ,  as I watch the passing seasons try to drag me to the end .   I belong with evil creatures trying to run away and hide ‘cause I’ve never been too sure that I can control my mind .     /    ind .  and private creepypasta multi - muse .      heavily triggering  ,      ticci-toby   &   jeff the killer included ,   among many others .

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hate it when you try to kill someone and they dont die like how rude do you have to be

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          ‘    pet names ??   ’   well, that’s one way of going about it.      ‘    darling,  i didn’t mean to step on any sore toes or anything –  just a force of habit.   ’

“    there you go again ,  ”     after he less than politely requested otherwise ;   or at least vaguely presented his distaste .   which ,   in his mind was good enough .    anger already rising to dangerous levels as lips twitch .   was he being toyed with  ?    hopefully not ,   jeff didn’t take kindly to that behavior .    never playing the victim well ,    dreadfully vengeful .      “  cut it out .  or I swear to god   !  ” 

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     ❛  i  don’t  think  YOU  have  the  right  to  be  callin’  ANYBODY  creepy  . ❜  gives  him  nothing  more  than  her  signature  glare  as  arms  folded  over  her  chest  .  ❛  c’mon  ,  y’think  i’m  stupid  ?  the  first  thing  you’ll  do  with  it  is  try  to  kill  me         AGAIN  . ❜

“   boring .  ”     brow bone twitching ;    would be brow lifting as damaged lips move in aggravation .   tch .   “  so dramatic ,     c’mon                        you’ve always looked best all cut up ;    red suits you .  ”

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I never was good at small talk .     But ,    I always remember one question ;     one question that I’ve heard a thousand times before .     I never put much thought into it at the time .      What’s your favorite season   ?    as a stupid kid ,    not thinking much of it                            I said summer ,    no school ,   no commitments .    Just me ,  Liu     &&     some old game console .        

But  ,   boy o’ boy                              was I fucking wrong .      Summer holds nothing on winter .    Sure  ,   it might be cold as hell    &&    every one is too goddamn happy for their own good    …..   but have you ever seen the beauty of fresh snow painted red   ?    it’s quite the sight to see .    /     Independent ,    highly selective      &&     private roleplay blog for J.eff the k.iller .      Heavily triggering  (   duh .  )     Penned by Virgo .    Blog under maintenance .    Previously goredesire     &&     mademonsters .

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“    Creepy creepy  ,    little reaper girl .  “    Words drawn out ,    if his ever-lasting scarred expression would allow it ;     flare ruined lips would stretch upwards into a smirk .    “   Let me play with it .  “

 ❛   sc.    /   @reapermaiden.    

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“   Call me                     a shitty pet name ;   one more fucking time   !    &&   i’ll rip one of your arms off    &&   beat you with it .   ” 

 ❛   sc.    /   @mettatoniic.    

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THE SLEEPLESS DEATH

please don’t remove source/artist comment thank you;

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Split expression .      Permanent smile ,   if lips could fall into flat line ,   they would have but;   fixed into an ever-lasting grin .     “   What’s with that stupid sad expression  ?   couldn’t have put a smile on that shitty mask thing of yours   ?   ”      

 ❛  sc.    /   @staticdrowned​.    

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                    Starter call .

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     .。.:*☆ ⋙     the smallest of grins, the most well - meaning, adorns reddened lips, gaze fixated on his  —-  it’s like a staring contest for a few moments before uneasiness fills her  &.  threatens to choke.  whoops !  ❛ f - fine. ❜  weight shifts, reluctant sigh passing through  /  she understands.  her interest in him, however, doesn’t waver a bit.  emerald orbs stray, dainty digit reaching up to tap at the side of her lips  /  a small nod is sent in his direction  —–  his smile is what demands her attention.  ( so does this mean you’re not gonna kill him !? )  ❛ what … what happened th - there ?  did someone h - hurt you ? ❜

Ding ding ding,  we have a winner.   As expected.   But,  he has to give it to her            she lasted longer than anticipated,  most were stuttering messes at his feet with fear in their eyes within moments,  innocence looking at a monster.   A beast.   To say he disliked those moments would be a lie,  he craved them,  lived for them   &&  sought them out.   Life essence,  broken by a single accident   &&   rebuilt by murder,   eye for an eye.

            ❛   You mean this  ?    My winning smile  !  ❜   Force skin to stretch a little further,  scar tissue threatening to split   &&   run red once again,  ache in his wound pulses,  much like the beat of a heart,  reminder of his ill-intent desires.     ❛   I’d say it was a group effort really,  a friend started,  I finished.  ❜   With each word,  each shard of a memory,  the warmth in his eyes grows,  intense like an open fire with embers willing to burn the world.

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It’s always the weird ones,   occult crazed,  ghost fetishists,  otherworldly obsessed.   Absolute freaks,  through  &&  through,  Hypocritical thoughts coming from a homicidal maniac but,  they’re active thoughts nonetheless.  Let’s see who stumbled in today,  who hoped for something supernatural but got good ol’ Jeff.    Jeff the killer.

❛  You hoping for a tour                        or,  you just looking  ?   ❜

@herghosthunt        starter call.  /  still accepting

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 T O T H E A R K  ✘  Silent gratitude to the stoic expression bleached features 01010100 01001000   offered to the STRANGER. Mindful to the faintest sound 01000101 01010010   of STATIC bleeding through his attention; footfalls of some- 01000101 00100000   one around his build, someone quiet enough to bring just 01000001 01010010   enough mind to invoke the unmistakable sensation of 01000101 00100000   PARANOIA crawling down one’s spine… Unfortunately for 01000100 01001111   this predator, paranoia had become one of his few remain- 01001111 01010010   ing friends. 01010011

01010111 01000001   Toes curl, drawing inaudible cracks as his weight subtly 01001001 01010100   shifted: a preparation to run. On the otherhand, the pipe 01001001 01001110  clicked against his sneaker’s heel. If this thing was human, 01000111 00100000   — the facial marring suggested either — he ought to be 01010100 01001111  able to outrun him… 00100000 01001111 01010000 01000101  Nights were nice if they were “…Quiet.” Now? He wasn’t so 01001110                    sure how tonight would be end.

Quiet.   Not one to lull children to sleep,  not one wrapped in warmth   &&   tender,   an eerily cold silence that sits heavy in the breeze.   Cut it with a knife,  atmosphere thick with apprehension,  what ifs  &&  possibilities pulsing like a dull throb in the heart of the night.   Exhilarating,  adrenaline a grueling guest in his blood,  the ever-so common guest  &&  a welcomed one,  an eagerly invited patron.                       Hands raise,  slow  &&  steady as they disappear,  oversize pocket making room as features twist with acknowledgement.   Jeff might be what most would call a psychotic son of a bitch,  sociopath with issues                  to say the least.  But,  that doesn’t mean he lacks the ability to hold a conversation,  even if false,  even if it was just bait.   No need to rush things,  slow  &&  steady wins the race,  &&  he holds a violently competitive nature.   Drawing the interaction out makes things better   &&  more fun.

           ❛   Sure is.   It’s so fucking quiet,   &&   you’re here.   Alone,  in the woods.   Creepy.   ❜    Charred  &&  split lips draw the last letter out,  pushing the point further before continuing with an almost confused expression.    ❛   Your not a rapist are you                       or a murderer ?   ❜

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They have been through the fire, and what fire does not destroy, it hardens.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via sherlock-and-his-hedgehog)

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okay so I have followed for a little while now and just...absolutely adore your blog. I would love to write if ever you had the time and do come with ideas in hand ( depending on which muse you were feeling! ) hope you are having a fabulous Friday <3

Wow                         people stuck during my absence   ?   dude   ,   I love you for that   !   <3    Thank you for this message  ,  I really appreciate it since the creepypasta roleplay circle seems so  small  ,  glad someone’s enjoying what I am doing with these creepy children   !    &&   same for you   ,   if you ever get any plot ideas for any of my muses then just pop into my ims   &&   we’ll work some magic  <3   I hope you have a fabulous Friday also   !