𑣲⋆ Creepypastas } Ex- Toby Roger’s, Liu Woods, Helen Otis, Kate Milens, Natalie Ouellette etc.
𑣲⋆ Marble Hornets } Ex- Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, hoodie, masky.
𑣲⋆ Everymanhybrid } Ex - Habit, Evan Myers. (That’s it cuz I don’t really care to write for anybody else in emh)
Will NOT write :
ʚɞ - Scat/piss play
ʚɞ - HUGE age gaps. (10+ years is a no.)
ʚɞ - Incest
ʚɞ - R4pe, non consensual material, etc.
Will write :
࣪ ִֶָ☾. - Knife play
࣪ ִֶָ☾. - Blood play
࣪ ִֶָ☾. - pain kink
࣪ ִֶָ☾. - bondage
࣪ ִֶָ☾. - CNC
Note : There is a lot more that I can’t name off the top of my head but I’ll also be willing to take requests for certain kinks, that said if I’m open them. I appreciate critique and criticism due to the fact I’m pretty new at this, and I would appreciate some help. One shots are heavily preferred but I’ll also take full fic suggestions/ideas.
Kate Milens is a biter. She chomps, she licks, she pulls on your skin like she’s trying to eat you alive. It’s all out of love I swear. Something about you makes her so hungry for a taste she can’t describe. She loves leaving marks, it’s a reminder that you’re real and hers, and she lives for that.
Jazzy.. I hear u write for Alex kralies marble hornets … could I get a crumb.. I beg of thee …………… jealous alex esp maybe prohaps …. Much love / nf
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆.
Alex Kralie x gn reader ♡
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The air in the room was thick with the smell of old coffee beans and the clicking and beeps of the camera equipment. Alex sat over his desk, his eyes lidded and tired, obsessively reviewing footage from the day’s shoot.
You stood in the doorway, holding two mugs of tea you had just brewed prior. You had been helping him and his friends with their production for a couple weeks. But lately, the atmosphere had shifted.
"Alex," you said softly as to not spook him, stepping into the room. "You seriously need to take a break. You’ve been staring at that screen for hours." You said concerned.
Alex didn't turn around. His jaw was tight. his knuckles white as he gripped the arm rest of his chair. "I’m not finished. The pacing is wrong. Everything is wrong."
You walked over, placing the tea down gently, but your eyes caught the screen. It was a clip of you and Jay chatting near the edge of the woods during a break. You were laughing at something Jay had said, your hand resting briefly on his arm, it was in a friendly manner, you had barely had your hand on him for 5 seconds.
Alex’s hand shot out, slamming the pause button so hard the desk shook, and so did you. The image he had paused on was of you smiling at Jay, distorted by grain of the old camera.
"You guys seemed very close," he said, his voice low and possessive. He finally turned his chair, his gaze piercing. "I didn't realize the production required so much... socialization."
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden hostility of your normally sweet boyfriend. "We were just talking, Alex. All of us were taking a break." You pause. “What’s the problem?”
"Talking," he repeated annoyingly, the word dripping with sarcasm. He stood up quickly looming over you. The shadows in the room seemingly stretch toward him, or perhaps it was just the way the light hit his face, making him look haunting, and you swallow hard. “You’re here to help me. You’re here for the film. Not to entertain Jay."
"I'm not entertaining anyone," you countered, feeling a flicker of frustration. "I'm helping you because I care about this project. And because I care about you." You say, voice wavering under his stare.
Alex stepped closer, invading your space. His eyes searched yours, looking for a lie, his expression a mix of obsession and possessiveness. "Do you? Because it looks like you are enjoying his company quite a bit. More than you’ve been enjoying mine."
"That’s not fair," you whispered. "You’ve been pushing everyone away. I’m still here."
He reached out, his fingers brushing against your jawline. His touch was cold, his skin clammy, but his grip was firm—almost possessive. "Then stay here. With me. Don't look at him. Don't even talk to him. The world outside this room... it’s not safe. It’s me who’s gonna protect you. Not them."
He gestured to the monitors, where the grainy, terrifying footage of the woods flickered.
"Alex, you're scaring me," you said, trying to pull back, but he held you steady.
"Good," he murmured, his eyes darkening. "Fear keeps you focused. It keeps you mine. I won't have you looking at anyone else especially my dumb friends, when there is so much work to be done. We have a masterpiece to finish, and I need you to be completely, utterly mine while we do it."
He leaned in, his breath hitching, roughly digging his face into your neck as you whimper, gripping his shoulders as you blush. His obsession bleeding into his affection. In that moment, you realized that for Alex, the line between film and reality had long since vanished—and he had decided that you were the most important piece of his collection. Forever his.
A/N - This is my first time writing a oneshot for marble hornets ever, so if this is bad lmk and give me criticism. It isn’t that long but it took me forever so I hope you like it! I love alex a lot but it was kinda hard to write for him giggles.
If Kate Milens was real, she could totally be a model. Dark black hair, icy blue eyes, and pale skin, are you kidding? I’d be those 14 year old girls obsessing over their favorite model on TikTok.
Kate Milens loves to eat you out in the shower. Something about seeing your body glossy and wet, droplets falling down your curves, turns her on to an unimaginable extent. It’s definitely that primal feeling she gets having you in such a vulnerable position. ♡
idk why ive been seeing a lot of judgemental posts about certain kinds of creators in the creepypasta fandom, specifically those who write abt dark and taboo topics. the fandom is built on people who find that the stigmatisation of these things are comforting, and attempting to censor it is just..?? going against the idea of having a fandom space and writing fanfics to begin with...????
all my content will always be appropriately tagged, however if ur uncomfortable with complicated, unhealthy, and abusive dynamics, please unfollow me immediately. not only do i write to cope, but because i genuinely love what i do. dont ever feel pressured to stay if u dont like it
I think they'd live somewhere in a small area of Oregon, with a tiny town not too far away. They probably wouldn't go into town very often since they're wanted — even if everyone knows them as the guys in masks, they still can't really say they're completely safe around people.
Their house is pretty ordinary. A small wooden cabin somewhere near a road, but tucked away in a spot where you wouldn't find it right away unless you knew the forest well enough to actually reach it. The doors are always locked. A few windows clearly have cracks in them, and there's often a draft coming through. Everyone makes sure all the windows are shut tight — just because they're wary of tourists or other curious people who might want to poke through their stuff... or even other creeps, for that matter.
There'd be a bunch of logs lying around outside, some of which would roll across the ground every now and then and have to be stacked back up.
Inside, it's cozier — almost too cozy, honestly, especially given who lives there. All the rooms are small. The living room would be tucked under a wooden staircase, with an old fireplace in the center against the wall — though they'd only light it in winter. I don't think they really need the warmth that often to bother using it much. There's a small wooden table, and a leather armchair nearby where jackets would often get tossed, or a rifle carelessly thrown over it.
The kitchen is pretty tiny too, but not bad. They got lucky that most of the furniture wasn't too damaged by the time they found the place. A small white fridge, and again, everything's in brown and wooden tones. A round table — and all three of them definitely wouldn't fit around it, so arguments were unavoidable, especially between Tim and Toby.
The bathroom would probably be on the right side of the living room. It's really tiny — just a regular toilet, a sink next to it, and a shower stall. Brian would definitely be the cleanest out of the three, so from time to time he'd make Tim and Toby clean up after themselves. It stays fairly tidy because of that.
Speaking of the rooms — all of them are pretty messy.
⊹Brian mostly just smooths out his blanket every now and then. His things don't usually end up scattered all over the place like Toby's, but he doesn't really try to be particularly tidy either. When getting ready for a mission, he'd toss a couple of sweaters onto his bed just to find the jacket he's looking for — though honestly, I don't think he cares much about it if he's running late.
⊹Tim,on the other hand, would throw his clothes around the room during bursts of aggression just to let out his anger, and by the time he's calmed down, he has no energy left to clean up. Sometimes Brian helps him out if the room starts looking like a complete dump. Tim tries not to damage the furniture or anything like that, so it's usually just his clothes that go flying... His bed is unmade but fairly clean — simply because he doesn't have a habit of eating on it or climbing in with dirty clothes on.
⊹Toby is probably the least interested in cleaning. I think he's somewhat hyperactive, so he'll toss jackets onto his bed or even the floor with the intention of picking them up later — but that never actually happens, and the clothes just keep piling up with each throw until he has to dig through the whole heap just to find something. His bed is rumpled and never made. There's a circular target on his wall where he throws his axes, and one of them is definitely stuck in there. His glasses also tend to get lost in all the mess — and maybe after a few comments from Tim or Brian, he finally clears things up (by just shoving the whole pile into the closet, lol).
I hope this is good enough because I'm new to writing ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ sorry in advance if there's anything wrong with the translation or anything else..english isn't my first language :p
Kate Milens, is not much of a talker. And whenever she does talk, it’s low growls and gargles, but the rare occasion where words do come out, she spends them telling you simple but loving things like, “you’re pretty.” Or “i love you.”
Don’t get the wrong idea. She loves you more than anything. Poor thing just can’t talk often.
Kate Milens, would be the type of woman to bend you over her lap to spank you for being a brat. Making you apologize as she slaps your ass hard enough to make visible red hand prints on your flesh. ♡
This might be a hot take and I’m just putting my two cents into this, but I don’t think it’s necessarily wrong when people make out the creepypasta characters, especially the men as these R#pist, gr00mers etc.
At the end of the day these are criminals who are insane, but I also think it isn’t NECESSARY. If the character has never had anything like that mentioned in their original story I don’t think there’s a need to put such a heavy topic/layer into your character headcannon. It’s a little weird, but I digress.
After the most traumatic hiking trip of your life.
After you were forcibility put in a mental hospital.
After the trial of her murder
After all that you're going back, you're going to kill it whatever that thing is, it's going to die by your gun
but the path you're going down is a cold lonely one.
A/N: these are mostly head canons for now!! if this is popular enough i can make a real fic :')). pre-proxy toby first, post-proxy toby after
cw; mentions of violence,mental illness, small age difference, F!reader
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Pre-proxy!Toby who only has the chance of being in your presence because you so happen to be friends with his sister, Lyra.
Pre-proxy!Toby who at first found you annoying and stuck up, thinking you're better than everyone else, but that's also lowkey because he thought you were kinda cool.
Pre-proxy!Toby who had a little bit of a staring problem whenever you were visiting his house, or whenever he was with Lyra while she was with you. And would without a doubt look super annoyed the entire time.
Pre-proxy!Toby who would roll his eyes every time you waved at him or said hi, thinking it was only because you were with his sister so you had to be nice, and otherwise would never even look in his direction.
Pre-proxy!Toby who thought all that was on your mind was money, shopping, boys, movies and having peaked in high school. Too much pink, too much clothes, too much shopping bags, too girly.
Pre-proxy!Toby who was caught off guard when you defended him against the jocks who were picking on him, even when you weren't with Lyra.
"Why are you all such scrubs? Go get laid, or find something actually interesting to put on your resumes"
Pre-proxy!Toby who started treating you a little differently after that.
Pre-proxy!Toby who stopped looking at you like you were empty headed and became less distant.
Pre-proxy!Toby who sat in the corner of Lyra's bedroom when he was invited to watch a movie with you guys, annoyed on how focused he was at how Lyra played with your hair.
pre-proxy!Toby who started to tolerate you more, but hating himself for almost smiling whenever he held your attention.
Pre-proxy!Toby who secretly admires your confidence and popularity, and how everyone takes you seriously.
Pre-proxy!Toby who got teased relentlessly by his sister when she had the inkling that he liked you, but still told him she wouldn't let her friend date her baby brother.
Pre-proxy!Toby who absolutely refused to agree or acknowledge that he might have feelings for you, thinking he's too edgy or incapable of those things and saying its gross to his sister's teasing.
Post-proxy!Toby who felt a bitter betrayal when you left after Lyra died.
Post-proxy!Toby who thought of you every now and then, wondering what could have been, but also wanting to respect his sisters wishes that her friend and her brother shouldn't date.
Post-proxy!Toby who slowly forgot about you, along with many other memories of his past as he spiraled deeper into insanity.
Post-proxy!Toby who had a strange sense of deja-vu whenever he smelled your shampoo on other people or at pharmacies he was stealing from. The scent was familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
Post-proxy!Toby who, when he did find you had moved back to his small town, recognized you. Not as a person, not as you were when you were younger- your hair had changed, your style changed a little bit, your attitude changed- but as a small memory, a small subconscious memory of your overall vibe kept safe in the back of his mind.
Post-proxy!Toby who found a strange, annoying, comforting feeling of being around you. Something his body remembered when his mind couldn't. At first, it irritated him so much he thought of killing you to make that feeling go away, but he ultimately, selfishly decided to keep you alive.
Post-proxy!Toby who stared into your eyes as adults, intrigued by the many expressions your eyes held. Fear, recognition, heartbreak, curiosity.
Post-proxy!Toby who remained in your life, thinking you're just a random person he's weirdly attached to.
Post-proxy!Toby who stared at you, perplexed, at why you let him stay in your home. Allowing him to come and go through the back door as he pleased.
You knew this wasn't the Toby you knew when you were younger, but it was still Toby. You weren't the same person you were back then, anyway. So, even with all these different emotions weighing on your chest, you've decided to start anew, and get to know this stranger wearing the costume of a boy you once knew.
