motivation below zero

+ impulse-created creepypasta writing blog with low-quality humour + requests are closed 

[undercooked-ravioloni]

rules

anything you need to know about this blog - will be updated as i go along !

+ what is this ?

a blog solely dedicated to creepypasta and random writings that spur from.

run by a try-hard “writer”, whose writing is self-proclaimed as “humorous” for the most part and who channels in the sass they wish they had into their dialogues. prone to rambling. at constant risk of spontaneous combustion when showered in too much affection.

beware of typos : too excited to actually edit their content before posting

ahem yes hi that’s me

+ requests

requests are closed

matchups are closed

please be mindful of the following when sending in a request :

i reserve the right to decline requests

i will not write for anything that can be deemed triggering [self-harm, suicide, etc.] or political [religion included in this]

i am hesitant to write for the following topics: lgbtq+, mentall illness, body typed

i’m completely aware that these are important topics that need to be talked about - they are part of the reality we live in ! however, i also realize that i simply cannot relate to certain realities and i am not educated enough in them the way i need to be in order to be able to do them justice in writing. i really don’t want to wrongfully portray such important topics and, god forbids, downplay them accidentally.

for now, no nsfw

no character x character or character x oc - this is a reader-insert blog

maximum of 4 characters per ask

if you’re not sure about anything, please, feel free to ask ! i don’t bite, promise

+ character list

everyone i will write for. marked with x are potential results for matchups

currently available:

jeff the killer [x]

BEN Drowned [x]

eyeless jack [x]

slenderman

bloody painter [x]

jane the killer[x]

currently in the works:

i have written / will write for them, but expect inconsistencies, because i’m still figuring out how to portray them

hoodie [x]

masky [x]

currently pending:

characters i’m considering writing for

clockwork

dark link

nina the killer

puppeteer

hobo heart

currently not writing:

laughing jack

offenderman

any slenderverse characters [that includes brian and tim from marble hornets]

ticci toby [as per the creator’s request]

feel free to ask about the characters that are not on that list. i will give them a shot.

*all characters are aged up to +18

+ anything else to say ?

i would hate for this blog to be heteronormative, so i will do my best to keep it gender neutral, at the very least!

there is currently no masterlist

#undercooked ravioloni is all my work 

#r rambles is answers to asks / random thoughts i share

my inbox + chats are always open to you guys if you want to talk

[undercooked-ravioloni]

the phok, i have 17 drafts ??

[undercooked-ravioloni]

last night, in my dream, i thought to myself "nobody will see this coming" as i wrote a new fanfiction oneshot for this blog

[undercooked-ravioloni]

hi, I wanted to thank you for ur reblog + nice comment on my Eyeless Jack poem. It's really wonderful to know that people are still going back to it and enjoying it :) it was nice to be reminded of the post and to read thru all the lovely tags again

-creeps-and-pasta

aww of course! honestly, thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of art with us. i can't get over how beautiful (and angsty) the poem, and that's without even talking about the gorgeous art that goes with it. it makes me feel feelings

i'm glad it was a pleasant trip down memory lane :)

[creeps-and-pasta]

I have a lot of thoughts about Eyeless Jack I never really talk about

*Click for Quality, Reblogs are heavily appreciated*

Poem transcript under the cut:

Sisyphus cheated death once,

And as punishment was forced to roll a boulder up a hill for eternity.

His real crime was not his attempt to escape the inevitable,

But in thinking he ever had a chance

Today I woke up with tar on my pillow again.

Today I tried to brush the blood out of my mouth

Today I found another tooth growing in

Where the pliers had ripped the last one out.

I read in a book once-

before my face had formed two deep wells of dark oil-

That sharks did not sleep. They did not have eyelids.

If their tails went still they would sink to the ocean floor and die.

I wonder what sharks did to deserve their Sisyphean punishment. I wonder what I did to deserve mine.

[undercooked-ravioloni]

this is probably one of my favourite creepypasta pieces ever and i cannot tell you how many times i have gone back to it

[undercooked-ravioloni]

BEN and Jeff competing to see who can make their SO admit they are the better boyfriend? Not poly, but like both SOs are like, "BEN has been acting super loving" and Jeff' SO is like "yeah so has Jeff. I'm kinda scared,"

It all started with a bet. Or rather, it all started with a snort, one that BEN just couldn't hold back when Jeff declared that he was a good partner. The elf gave him his best fake innocence look, but it was already too late and Jeff had heard it.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Well..." BEN shrugged.

"Okay you turd, like you do any better."

"Did you wanna make that a bet?"

"Hell yeah, I'll take you on that."

A handshake sealed the deal, unbeknownst to their respective partners.

The next morning, when a certain killer walked in the bedroom with a tray full of delicious brunch, his partner had to do a double-take. They took their time looking over the berries that were set next to a waffle, the maple syrup, the plate of eggs and the glass of orange juice.

"Is this... for me?"

"No shi- I mean, of course, babe"

I mean, heck, they weren't gonna complain. But then, the trend continued, with Jeff appearing out of nowhere to hand them a glass of water and reminding them to stay hydrated or to massage their back while they worked.

On the other hand, BEN kept packing the day with activities for his S/O, barely giving them a minute to catch their breath before they got whisked off their feet (literally) to the next. He had already exhausted the typical arcade date and wanted to take things up-a-notch which is how the couple found themselves at a bowling alley. It was clear that BEN was trying to keep his competitiveness under folds and let them win, but that manifested itself as very obvious misses after which he'd put a hand on his cheek and go "woops".

At the end of the day, when BEN's partner walked into the kitchen, lured by the promise of a romantic candlelit dinner, they noticed that they had already been beaten to it by Jeff's S/O. The two just looked at each other while the faint sound of yelling started growing louder.

"I literally came up with this first, so go find another place to scurry off to!"

"Well I don't see your name anywhere in this kitchen! And I hate to break it to you, but you can't have a romantic dinner if you can't cook said dinner!"

"Okay, boys," Jeff's partner started while giving everyone their politest 'Children, all of them' smile. "How about you guys take it easy for today and we can make the food? Since you both were so amazing today."

Jeff and BEN shot them a confused glance before BEN's S/O led them both to the table and sat them down.

"I mean, you guys both really went above and beyond today. I can't believe I have the best boyfriend in the world."

"I'm sorry, but I think that's me. My boyfriend is the best."

"Haha, that's funny, but did Jeff organize a full day of activities for you? Because BEN did."

"No, but he was attentive to my every need and made sure I was treated like royalty."

"Well-"

"Please, please," BEN started. "No need to get so heated over this. We're clearly both just goated."

"Yeeaaah, we already know we're amazing boyfriends, so really, there's no need for a fight," continued Jeff.

The two men nodded at each other, giving themselves and each other a pat on the back. It was a good thing they remained distracted that way and missed the little exchange of thumbs-ups that passed between their S/O's.

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it only took me 38453 years to do this request. nothing too crazy. hope it was worth the wait

[just-a-creep-babe]

Oh, if you do write the gummy worm thing, thank you! That would be really cool! - PSP

It would be super cool, I agree! @undercooked-ravioloni no pressure though ofc!!

[undercooked-ravioloni]

coming back to tumblr after like, several months and seeing this with no recollection of what it refers to (but also expecting it to be cursed)

[undercooked-ravioloni]

There were two types of ice when it rained on a winter morning. 

Where the ice was thin enough and presented a gap, it was more likely to crackle and snap when the rain had soaked it enough. On the other hand, there was the thick layer of ice covering the ground that would only get dangerously slippery when immersed in water. 

The weather foreshadowed death. 

EJ grimaced as he felt the edge of his socks get wet in his black boots. He wasn’t sure what he had hoped to achieve with them - it’s not like he wanted to make a fashion statement as a criminal on the run - yet he had picked them over the clunky brown winter boots of his previous victim. But you had liked them when you saw them and that made him feel good. 

“There he is!” 

Jack’s head snapped up to look at you, instead of his boots. To be fair to you, he had debated not showing up. It’s not like he wanted to be a spoilsport, but a person like you and a thing like him... He wasn’t too sure about the logistics of it all and it’d be stupid to pursue something long-term with him, not that you guys were at that stage anyway - but if the day came, he’d assume you must be crazy, because a life with him meant a life of hiding. You’d be a bird and he’d be your cage. 

Yeah. He used to get trash grades in poetry. 

“Earth to Jaaaack,” he met your eyes as your hands cupped his cheeks. Even though his face had been exposed for the entirety of his walk, your hands still felt cold against his skin. “Do I have your attention now?” 

Your voice was soft now, gentle. 

“Yeah,” he answered and you smiled. He liked that. 

“Great, follow me.” 

It was a bit of a walk to get to the spot, specially with the conditions of the road: icy and uphill. After a somewhat strenuous climb, after which Jack could see your breath puff out in short and quick intervals, you turned to him and gestured to the snowy slope.

“Ta daaaa!”

“... What am I looking at exactly?”

“The place for our first date!”

“... Which implies what, exactly?”

You chuckled and shook your head, as if he had asked a foolish question. Stomping over to one side, you grabbed a piece of rope and dragged the black tire over. 

“We’re... snowtubing?” Oh. He knew you were snowtubing. But it still came out as a question.

“I picked the most romantic activity I could think of,” you joked. Upon seeing EJ’s raised eyebrow, you let out a sheepish laugh. “In hindsight sipping hot chocolate with a movie on or something might’ve been more first date material but um, we’re committed now...?” 

To your surprise, Jack let out a chuckle. “I guess we are.”

The two of you hauled the tube to the top edge of the slope. 

“Ladies first,” you teased as Jack sat down on it and wiggled to make himself comfortable.

“Aren’t you coming?” 

“I only managed to snag one tube, so it’s more of a one person thing. Unless you wanna share?” you teased, nudging him lightly. 

“Just sit on my lap.” Jack stated neutrally.

“I- Huh?”

“Just, like, sit down on my legs. I think we could fit if you sit sideways.”

You stared at him like he had just grown horns.

He looked away and grumbled, “Don’t make this more awkward than it has to be.”

“Are you sure you’re not uncomfortable with it though?” 

Jack shook his head no. “It doesn’t have to be awkward if we don’t make it awkward.”

You blinked. Okay. So, don’t make it awkward. Sure. Easy. Easiest thing ever. Piece of cake.

You clumsily sat yourself sideways on his legs, so that he faced the front and you faced the side.

“You might want to hold on,” he stated, noticing your hands tucked away on your lap. He raised his arms a bit and you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso. Which was, you know, not the first time you had done such a thing, but it was never in a context where you had to actively try to not make it awkward. For yourself, anyway. Once EJ had become your seatbelt, he shuffled around and pushed the tube forward. 

You managed to hear his heartbeat for only a second before you both went flying down the slope, rain, wind and snow rushing towards you. You let out a howl of excitement and a laugh, unable to contain yourself once the adrenaline kicked in. The ride seemed to end all too soon and as you let go and hopped up to your feet, you found yourself still laughing. You grabbed EJ’s hands and helped him up, all while recovering from the thrill. Grinning, you asked him what he thought. 

“Not bad,” he replied as his hand squeezes yours, providing some much needed warmth. So your gripped his hand back tightly and led him back up the slope as he pulled the tube’s rope.

And he liked that.

[undercooked-ravioloni]

OMG

WHEN I FIRST STARTED READING CP STUFF ON TUMBLR I SAW YOUR STUFF

YES

START AGAIN PLS /nf

aw gee golly, i'm not sure what to say. i'm touched by your enthusiasm heh - it's definitely harder to get back into it when the fandom doesn't seem active at all. after all, a lot of motivation comes from reading other people's things and interacting with the community.

but we'll see! writing again does sound rather nice right about now

[undercooked-ravioloni]

hear me out, hear me out- 

what if i started writing again 

i know it’s crazy but what if we gave it a try ?

[creeps-and-pasta]

I have a lot of thoughts about Eyeless Jack I never really talk about

*Click for Quality, Reblogs are heavily appreciated*

Poem transcript under the cut:

Sisyphus cheated death once,

And as punishment was forced to roll a boulder up a hill for eternity.

His real crime was not his attempt to escape the inevitable,

But in thinking he ever had a chance

Today I woke up with tar on my pillow again.

Today I tried to brush the blood out of my mouth

Today I found another tooth growing in

Where the pliers had ripped the last one out.

I read in a book once-

before my face had formed two deep wells of dark oil-

That sharks did not sleep. They did not have eyelids.

If their tails went still they would sink to the ocean floor and die.

I wonder what sharks did to deserve their Sisyphean punishment. I wonder what I did to deserve mine.

[iamanartichoke]

some very important info re: paid accounts~

I am not a lawyer, but I can decently interpret legalese and, being as I also suffer from tl;dr syndrome and assume others may as well, I took one for the team and went through the updated TOS for the post+ accounts and highlighted (what I understand to be) the most pertinent information, which ultimately comes down to this:

You cannot monetize copyrighted works (aka charge and earn money from fanfic, fanworks, etc) and if you do decide to put your fanworks behind a paywall via Tumblr, when you are inevitably sued, Tumblr will not protect you and will not defend you and you alone, personally, will be responsible for whatever monetary damages said lawsuit results in.

If anyone is a lawyer and knows I've gotten any of this wrong, please do not hesitate to correct me/this post.

Screenshots taken from Tumblr's TOS (updated 7-21-21), Stripe's Account Agreement, and the post+ FAQs.

1. Your paid account will not be hosted by tumblr; it is routed through a 3rd party.

2. By signing up for a paid account, you're entering into an agreement with Stripe, so in addition to Tumblr's TOS, you are also bound to Stripe's TOS.

3. Stripe, like Tumblr, will not defend you or protect you against any lawsuits.

4. Furthermore, you may end up owing Stripe money (indemnify = compensate)

5. Tumblr's TOS specifically states that you can't put any content on your post+ account that violates any laws, including laws that protect intellectual property rights of others. This is super important, because Tumblr's post+ FAQ also states that you can post anything that you would regularly post on tumblr, which I'm sure many will take to mean that gifsets, fanworks, etc are fair game, since all of that stuff can be posted on tumblr now. However, the difference is, you're not making money from the fanworks you're posting or reblogging now. Once money enters the equation, the game changes.

Tumblr is making it seem like any and all content goes for post+ accounts, knowing 90% of this site is fanworks. This is not true and you'll be opening yourself up for lawsuits if you charge for fanworks.

6. Tumblr further disclaims any and all liability in any legal issues.

tl;dr: Please do not make a post+ account, bc you will be opening yourself to lawsuits and if that happens, Tumblr's response will be not our problem, you agreed to all the terms which said you couldn't do that, sorry not sorry. Please protect yourself.

[pennypaperbrain]

This post is a public service.

[n1ghtm4re4ngel]

nothing makes me giggle more than people taking ben drowned and making bishonen anime boy drawings of him when he literally looks like this

[creeps-and-pasta]

hey reblog this and tell me how you got into the creepypasta fandom, what was your first interactions with it?

[hark-angels]

I know you guys aren’t interested in ocs but... come on, look at her

[undercooked-ravioloni]

👀👀 i-i am plenty interested 

and looking very respectfully

[spookybreadstick]

hello there! If its not a bother, have you any suggestedblogs / your fave or the writing blogs who you interact with the most that write for creepypastas too? :))

of course I can give you some suggestions!!! it’s not a bother :) 

these are all blogs that i really like & enjoy their content, I just sorted them into categories for your convenience <3 

- breadstick  🥖

Keep reading

[undercooked-ravioloni]

no way 🥺🥺

i was scrolling through to find new recommendations and i see my user

thank you so much, it means a lot that you even thought about lil ol’ me 👉👈

this makes me motivated to write again

[undercooked-ravioloni]

Hisssssssssssssssssssssss - sneaky sock thief