CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL
Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter
The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!
Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!
PLAY HERE; works best on PC
This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!
TUTORIAL
>Click using mouse/trackpad
>Go slowly to not break game
>Do not use arrow or space keys
EXTRA NOTES:
>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet
>In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page
>If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly
>I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page
EXTRA ART
some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL
Q&A
Q: Is this an x reader?
A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible!
Q: What's the plot?
A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!
Q: Who is in the prologue?
A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.
Q: When will future chapters be posted?
A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc
ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO
CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)
ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...
ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad
anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.
i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T
anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom
Something people don’t tell you is that sex in fanfiction is so amazing that when you finally get laid in real life it is one of the most underwhelming things you could ever experience. Even the best, most jaw-dropping irl sex won’t compare to the average fanfiction sex-scene written by some college student running on five coffees at 1:37 a.m.
just a reminder for smut readers to not compare yourselves to what you read. at the end of the day it is porn and it still has tropes and stereotypes like any other.
if you can't go multiple rounds, or if you need more time, or if you have trouble finishing/can't finish at all, if you don't have big breasts or a small waist or birthing hips, if intimacy is intimidating, if you don't like the feel of penetration, if ur a virgin, if it takes more time for you to get wet, if you can't squirt, if you're not short and petite, if you have medical issues that get in the way, if ur a victim of sa or abuse. that is all normal and it does not make you less than. if you don't find a reflection of yourself within stories, that is more than alright. lots of it is escapism and glorified and porn trope adjacent and not a reflection of real life. you are perfect just as you are.♡
CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL
Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter
The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!
Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!
PLAY HERE; works best on PC
This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!
TUTORIAL
>Click using mouse/trackpad
>Go slowly to not break game
>Do not use arrow or space keys
EXTRA NOTES:
>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet
>In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page
>If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly
>I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page
EXTRA ART
some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL
Q&A
Q: Is this an x reader?
A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible!
Q: What's the plot?
A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!
Q: Who is in the prologue?
A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.
Q: When will future chapters be posted?
A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc
ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO
CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)
ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...
ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad
anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.
i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T
anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom
Hello hello and welcome!! We've opened a small store with the help of ACGGOODS where I'll sell things from keychains to stickers, and I'll be mainly working with Deltarune, Dandy's World, DSaF and Sonic characters for the moment!
Until now I have 8 products already available! I'll make sure to upload some more within the next few days.
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farmer's boy!elias has taken up permanent residence in my brain.
i fear he’s plowing more than just fields.
warnings ; brief but detailed nsfw towards the end, faint mention of smoking, mention of death, reader's family is implied to own an apple orchard and a bakery, potentially inaccurate details considering it's an au.
farmer’s boy!elias who moved inland with his father after tara’s passing, the both of them carrying grief like it was packed in burlap sacks—heavy, scratchy, impossible to set down. tara liked califonia. she built her name there, her little slice of royalty but late at night, when she'd wonder if she'd wake up next morning without a muzzle pressed to her forehead, she''d stare up at the ceiling too long and whisper about the future. about raising caddel, about open fields and the kind of quiet that doesn’t hurt your ears. she never made it there.
elias did.
he didn’t understand it then, but he does now.
farmer’s boy!elias who had a hard time adjusting at first—the heat pressed on him like a punishment, the chickens screamed from dawn ‘til dusk, and the land didn’t feel like it wanted him. the land was too quiet, too still. he didn’t know what to do with silence that didn’t hum with waves.
farmer’s boy!elias who likes how the stars look impossibly clearer compared to the city
farmer’s boy!elias, who smells like sun-warmed hay and engine oil, the kind that clings to his shirt long after the day’s work is done.
farmhand!reader who, quite frankly, couldn’t stand him, not one bit. he was chaos wrapped in a flannel shirt, mud on his boots, dark curls damp with sweat, and that goddamn grin that made everything feel like a dare. you’d catch him stealing apples from the basket meant for the truck, biting into them like he owned the world. juice running down his chin, dripping onto his neck, sliding over his adam’s apple—his throat moving as he swalowed, slow and deliberate—and you’d hate how you noticed. How your scolding voice would catch halfway through the word “elias” because it sounded too soft in your mouth.
farmer’s boy!elias who’s too touchy for his own good, always brushing past you with his hands lingering a second too long. a hand at your waist when he’s guiding you through the barn, a shoulder bump when he’s teasing you for missing a nail on the ground. he laughs with his whole body, head thrown back, and you want to hate him for it—want to—but it’s hard when his laughter makes the world feel a little less heavy.
farmhand!reader who notices the scar aligned on his abdomen the first time he takes you to a lake to go swimming. despite your hesitances, you ask about it. he shrugs, shakes his head and says it's nothing.
you don't believe him.
farmer’s boy!elias who offers to teach you to drive one lazy afternoon when the sun’s melting over the hills and the air smells like rain that never comes.
“i can drive,” you say, indignant.
“not well,” he snickers, leaning against the hood of the truck with that same infuriating smirk.
and you tell him to shove it, but you still slide into the driver’s seat. his hand still finds its way over yours when you reach for the gearshift, and the heat of his palm burns through the fabric of your jeans like something dangerous.
farmhand!reader who learns to stop flinching when he gets close, who starts to crave the sound of his boots on the porch steps, who watches him from the window when he’s fixing the fence and pretends it’s nothing.
farmer’s boy!elias who never learned how to stay quiet, who fills every silence with laughter, or stories, or the sound of your name, rolling it in his mouth like something sweet.
and maybe one night, when the stars are loud and the cicadas won’t stop singing, he kisses you.
and it’s messy, and it’s hot, and it tastes like apples.
farmer’s boy!elias who’s all too quick to attempt to sneak you into his room, fumbling the latch on the screen door with one hand and tugging you behind him with the other, lips bitten red from grinning like a boy who knows better but does it anyway—he thinks he’s being smooth, whispering “c’mon, no one’s up this early,” even though you’re both tracking mud on the porch and your heartbeat is loud enough to wake the whole house, despite it really only being his father and the blind pitbull who resides there.
farmer’s boy!elias who tragically fails, of course he does, because his father hears the clumsy hush of your steps on the wood floor, hears your breath catch and the way elias half-shoves you toward the stairs, and suddenly that rough voice calls out from the kitchen:
“elias. that you?”
and your spine goes cold, like always, like it did when you were little and your ma told you to run the thank-you basket up to the 'new family who moved to town' and you stood at the edge of the porch too long, clutching the apples and trying to work up the nerve to knock. always afraid he’d answer the door and not elias, but him—broad-shouldered and sun-leathered, voice like a storm that didn’t break.
farmer’s boy!elias who doesn’t miss the way you freeze, the way your hand clenches in the fabric of his shirt and your eyes flick toward the sound like a rabbit about to bolt—
and he’s already changing plans, all too quick, muttering “shit—okay, okay, come on,” under his breath, the heat in his voice curling into something darker, more urgent, grabbing your hand and tugging you out the way you came, sneakers skidding in the wet dirt as he yanks you behind the barn, your breath catching in your throat like a secret you shouldn’t’ve let out.
farmer’s boy!elias dragging you behind the barn like it’s the only place on earth that’ll let him breathe. like he needs the rough wood at your back and the worn denim of his jeans pressed up against you just to stay grounded.
farmer’s boy!elias who’s panting already, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his arms wrap around your mid section and his hips move on instinct—slow, searching, needy—like he’s not even thinking anymore, just feeling, chasing whatever little bit of you he can have. like the ache in him is too much to hold, like it’s already spilling over no matter how hard he tries to keep it together.
farmer's boy!elias who starts to move harsher against you without even thinking, hips grinding in slow, desperate rolls, the ache in his jeans so sharp it borders on painful, like every bit of him is burning up from the inside out-his hands locked tight on your waist, jaw clenched, lashs fluttering as he twists his eyes shut like the sight of you might tip him over the edge too fast. a sound that could be mistaken for your name getting caught in his throat as he feels the precum beginning to dampen his boxers.
farmer's boy!elias who wants to see you, god, he wants to see you-wants to look at your lips when you call his name, wants to memorize the way your face scrunches when you try not to moan, but it's all too much right now—he's so needy, it's embarrassing, you can feel how hard he is through his jeans and it's making your head spin.
you open your mouth to tease him, something about how he's acting like a boy who's never done this before, about how maybe he is—but all that comes out is a breathy, choked-off sound that barely passes for a word, and that only makes things worse, because now he's groaning against your skin like he's unraveling.
farmer's boy!elias who leans in close, breath hitching, who buries his face against the curve of your neck and bites-not too hard, but firm enough to make you gasp-his teeth just barely grazing, lips parted, like he's trying to taste the heat off your skin, like if he breathes you in deep enough he can ground himself.
farmer's boy!elias who makes this soft, broken sound against your neck—like he hates how good this feels, like it scares him-and his hands slide down to the backs of your thighs like instinct, gripping tight, like he doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore.
farmhand!reader who's so used to being composed around him, so careful, so quiet— especially under his father's roof-but now you're flush against the barn wall, gasping through your teeth, fingers curled into his shirt like you might fall without him.
“T'was the night of Halloween when the ghosts come out to play
Everyone was getting ready for the events of the day.
In your home, five demons dressed up in delight
Into costumes fit for fantasy to celebrate that night.”
—–
Happy (Almost) Halloween, lovelies!
~Love, The Seduce Me Cast and Crew~
((55 Days Until The Release Of Seduce Me!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH))
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James (Bradley Gareth blackmagebrad ) - Prince
Erik (Christopher Escalante thechristopherescalante ) - Pirate
Sam (Alejandro Saab alejandrosaabva ) - Werewolf
Matthew (Ethan Nakashima ethannakashimava ) - Wizard
Damien (Jonah Scott jonahscottva ) - Vampire
Music by Christopher Escalante
Script and Mix by Michaela Laws
—–
Tell us: What are YOU going to be dressed as this year?
**TRIGGERS FOR EVERYONE, THIS IS A SCENE INVOLVING DAMIEN FROM SEDUCE ME THE OTOME AND YOU IN CHAINS! OKAY?! OKAY.HEADPHONES ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND.
CREDITS:
Damien - Jonah Scott ( @jonahscottva )
Script and Mix - Michaela Laws ( @thebunnyofevil )
DOWNLOAD IT HERE <3
SITUATION: You’re with Damien but, because you wanted so desperately for the other brothers to stay in the mansion with you, you’ve been thinking about the guys. Damien… doesn’t like that.
(As you sleep, you hear Damien’s voice echo near your ear, not loud enough to wake you up…) Why do you dream of them? Why not just me? Am I not worth being your dreams, too? All you think of is them… Why not just me? You told me you loved me, yet… I’m not the only one that gets to be in your mind… Why?… Hmm… Then.. I guess I’ll have to make you think of me…
(You finally wake up to see Damien smile down at you) Ah. You’re awake. Good. I wanted to talk. (Say: Talk? What do you mean?! What’s going on?!) Shhhh, calm down. Calm down. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t have any reason to leave the room during the conversation. That’s all. (You then realize that you are IN CHAINS and struggle!) I know you’re scared and I know you want to get out but I need to make sure I have your complete (Damien grabs the chains to make you look at him.) attention while we talk about this, okay? I want you to focus on me. Talk to me. Think ONLY of me. Only. Of. Me. Understand? (You think about calling our and screaming for help. The others are here, right?) Don’t bother screaming. The others are gone. They went out today when I asked to get some alone time with you. Since you and I are together, you know?
(You finally calm down and try to listen, but you are frightened as hell...) Why are you so hesitant about this? I just want to talk. Is there something wrong with that? Is there something wrong with talking to me? What did I do? (Say: You chained me up!!) I told you! Arg… mm… nevermind. Don’t think about the chains right now. Think about me. You love me, right? Why not think about me? (Say: I only think about you.) You’re lying. I hear your every thought. You don’t think of me. You think of them. Every day I have to hear you think about them, imagining this and that about them.
Am I– Am I just not good enough for you? Are my brothers that much more memorable than me? (Say: That’s not true!! // Damien suddenly gets close to you.) THEN WHY?! Why are you lying to me?! What did I do to make you lie to me?! (You can’t bear this anymore. You struggle again.) You won’t escape from those chains. You won’t escape from me. I’ll be back when you calm down. I will figure out why you don’t think of me.
(Damien crawls over you and whispers in your face)
I will wait as long as it takes until you think of me.
Ever wonder what some of the incuwives were up to during the course of Seduce Me 2? Here’s a drama track of Carrie and Iridessa during their time in Lilith Castle, and the particularly enjoyable view they found!
Credits:
Carrie: @karygurl
Iridessa: @midnightninja14
Special thanks to @alejandrosaabva for Sam’s cameo!
Audio edited by @thebunnyofevil
Art by @nait-owl
For anyone having difficulty playing this track through Tumblr, here’s a link to the file on SoundCloud!
hi! i love your art. are you able to make the lace bow dividers in a set of slightly warmer pink shades? the sakura ones are close but just a bit too cool toned. thank you so much in advance!!
Hello hi my love!! Thank you so much and of course ♥️
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