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It makes me think of Undertale and I love it
Omfg.
࣪𖤐 PORCELAIN~``THE MASK MAKER + PATCHWORK``
the boyfriends ever :3
ALEXA!! play 'BERNADETTE' by IAMX :3
First time introducing my most beloved and charming creepypasta oc "The Mask Maker"!! the name's corny and all but i've grown attached to that name. I'm excited to show more of him!
Their love story is actually so unhinged, it's insane!!!!!
— ࣪𖤐
• Patchwork belongs to my amazing absolutely silly and fantastic very good friend @kh3jro
ps. this drawing was a month ago AHAHAH
Yo homie-
This goober cosplays as Saiki bc she’s actually inspired by Saiki himself!
YOUR OC SHOULD COSPLAY AS THERE INSPIRED CHARACTER ALONGSIDE ANON :)
(This is just a random idea- you don’t have to do it lmao. I love your art and I still love your art of Gothic Anon :])
I didn't really take any inspiration from any other characters when creating the mask maker :p but I took this opportunity to draw your character as Saiki and my character wearing one of Saiki's casual fits :)
HEY POOKIESS pls enjoy my jane drawing :3 she mogs all day to out mew jeff the kill you/j
RAGFHHH zero + hobo heart redesigns
(also join my friends creepypasta rp server gets on my knees https://discord.com/invite/v7h8jqyD )
Creepypasta Masterlist - Homicidal Liu, Hoodie, Jane the Killer, Jason the Toymaker, Jeff the Killer, Kagekao & Laughing Jack
Keep reading
Coralsong and Gulpyglimmer from @talesofgladesglory !! These characters do not belong to me, but were fun to draw for their respective owners!
Roleplay’s openin’ on the 19th, and I’m a part of it! The 19th is 2 days away! Please do consider joining, everyone’s got such lovely characters with faceted stories and it’s a grand old time!
Slenderman Headcanon No. 4:
Coming into psyical contact with him makes your limb feel like it's fallen asleep. Like, if it touches your shoulder, it's gonna be pins in needles for the next few minutes after touching you.
A Demon’s Ache — Part 2
Eyeless Jack x Reader (NSFW)
Part 1
Commissioned by @cookiereblogss tysm darling, I really appreciate the support <333
I've given it a title so therefore, I have officially made it a ✨thing✨ The outline has 6 parts rn, but I'm far from done~
AND once I finish Dirty Little Secret on my patreon, I'm thinking I'll rewrite this series but in like,, the reader's POV. So anyways, all that to say I've very much been enjoying this and I'm excited to keep it going uwu 💕💞💓
I've also been having some formatting issues on this one, for some reason?? I tried fixing it up but please lmk if there's anything off AND lmk if you enjoyed <3
Requests are closed but commissions are open!
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It comes as no surprise when he ends up in bed, hard dick in his hand, thinking of you for the god-knows-how-many-th time
Try as he might to fervently rut into his clenched fist, he knows no feeling would ever compare to you bouncing on his cock instead
The taste of you on his tongue had dissipated much too quickly, but that doesn’t stop him from desperately trying to reimagine your arousal on his lips
He grunts, his hips grinding up, cock tensing and twitching in his hold
It’s torturous
He needs you
Precum beads up at his tip, and all he can think about is the way you’d lap it up with your tongue
Friends
Every time he imagines all the ways he could fuck you senseless, the word friends interrupts his fantasy
Really, he knows what he’s doing is wrong
He shouldn’t be having such depraved thoughts about someone who doesn’t want anything to do with him beyond friendship
But he can’t help it
You drive him wild
The sounds of your pretty little moans and whimpers are stuck on repeat in his head
The way your body writhed in his touch, the way your perfectly wet cunt tightened around his tongue—everything about you gets him drunk with lust
His room feels unbearably hot
Try as he might to relieve the throbbing ache of his stiff cock, it’s no use
He can’t be satisfied without you
And he realizes, fuck, you’ve triggered a heat
The next few days are absolute hell
He’s on and off his heat
Every time it’s on the cusp of dissipating, his thoughts scramble back to you, and it starts all over again
He waits at least a week before leaving his room—just to be sure seeing you won’t jeopardize anything
And it’s only a day or two after he leaves his room that he runs into you again
It’s an early morning, with pale sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows
You’re at the table, sipping on a coffee, and a few other creeps are scattered about the dining room and kitchen
He doesn’t know whether he should be irritated or grateful that there are other people around
Probably the latter, considering he wouldn’t know how to act if it was just the two of you
But it’s hard to feel grateful when Jeff decides to take a seat right next to you
And god, does he ever hate the way that guy looks at you sometimes
He debates staying or going as he makes his coffee
Staying might aggravate him if he notices Jeff trying to pull any moves on you
But on the other hand, leaving might risk something developing between you and Jeff
The more he can interfere between you and other potential suitors, the better
He can’t let anyone else have you
So even though he’s, admittedly, being childish when he takes the other open spot next to you, he tries to play it off like it’s nothing
Like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for the past week
You don’t seem to notice, but Jack doesn’t miss the way Jeff glares at him when he sits
Try me, Jack wants to say
Jeff huffs out a breath when he realizes the hybrid won’t back off
And the sheer audacity of that guy—thinking he can just waltz up to you and have you all to himself—it unlocks something primal within Jack
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice, as angelic as ever, suddenly breaks the mounting tension in the room
Jack feels like a filthy perv when the first thing that comes to mind is all those pretty sounds you made when you came against his mouth
He just wants to fuck more of those precious sounds out of you
Deep breaths, deep breaths
“What? What do you mean what’s wrong?” Jeff answers your question with his own, trying to act dumb
And thankfully, the grating sound of his voice is enough to snap Jack out of his fantasy
“Why do you look so aggravated all of a sudden?” you ask, your tone lighthearted and joking as you sip your coffee
“Yeah, Jeff, is something wrong?”
Jack tries to keep his voice as genuine as possible when he backs you up, but he knows Jeff is fully aware of the cocky grin he’s wearing beneath his mask
And he has to suppress a snicker when the guy glowers at him
“Just… life,” Jeff haphazardly grumbles, not wanting to admit Jack’s ruined the alone time he wanted with you
A cruel joke comes to the demon’s mind
It’s dumb and immature, and he knows he shouldn’t say it, but he wants to say it
So, he does
“Oh,” he hums, “is it that problem you’ve mentioned to me before?”
Jeff’s eyes meet his, brow arching
“What problem?” he asks, taking the bait
“You know,” Jack continues, trying to act as natural as possible, “that issue you’ve been having. I told you, you might need to change your diet. More fiber would help you become more regular…”
His chest practically swells with pride when you snort out a laugh
“Oh my god, is that what it is?”
You burst out laughing even harder at the expression on Jeff’s face
“The fuck!? That’s not even true! Why would you say that—what the fuck is your problem, man?!”
He can try to say whatever he wants, but it’s no use; he knows Jack’s gotten the best of him
With an angry snort, he stands
“Whatever, I’m over this,” he growls
And just like that, he walks away, leaving you and a very self-satisfied Jack alone at the table
He finally has you all to himself
Well, minus the creeps coming in and out for coffee and breakfast
But at least none of them seem particularly interested in you
Not in the way Jeff seemed to be, anyways
“Christ, he’s so dramatic,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a smile on your lips
There are suddenly butterflies in Jack’s stomach
God, you’re so fucking cute
“Was that even true?”
You look at him when you ask the question, and he almost forgets how to breathe for a minute
He shrugs, hoping you don’t notice the effect you have on him
“If he’s constipated? I mean, I don’t know if I should say anything about it. Seems like he’s embarrassed about it…”
You shake your head with a snicker
He wants to kiss you
Fuck, he really, really wants to kiss you right now
Crash his lips into yours until he’s all you can think about
He wants to wrap your legs around him, slam your back against the table and make out with you until you’re a pretty little dazed mess beneath him
Blood rushes to his junk
He shifts in place, trying to ignore it
Friends
As unwanted as ever, he’s reminded of that fucking word again
But even despite it, he isn’t entirely sure where the two of you stand
Hell—he’s more uncertain than ever
Did you really want to forget that whole thing happened in the first place?
Go about things like normal—as if he hadn’t buried his face between your thighs?
As if you hadn’t pulled his hair and whimpered his name when you came against his lips?
He takes a sip of his coffee in a vain attempt to distract himself
But it’s hard to think straight when his dick keeps throbbing for attention
He quietly clears his throats, as if that could help anything, and he shifts in place again, subtly trying to readjust himself in his grey sweats
It’s only when his knuckles accidentally graze your bare thigh, only when he hears your quiet little gasp, that he freezes in place
The sound was barely audible, but he knows what he heard
He glances down, and he almost groans out loud when he notices what you’re wearing
It’s those same fucking shorts
He’s at a loss for what to do
The both of you are in the middle of the kitchen dining room—for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be having half the thoughts he’s having right now
But even then, he can’t bring himself to pull his hand away from your thigh
The minimal amount of skin-on-skin contact is making his head spin
He needs more
He’s never felt so insatiable
He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist stroking at your leg
The motion is slow, soft, calculated, so that he can enjoy every inch of your perfect skin
Neither of you move as he gently traces over your thigh with the back of his knuckles
His chest is pounding
He can hear your heart beating, your breath hitching in your throat whenever he gets closer to the edges of your shorts
He wants you
God, does he ever want you
That pesky word keeps coming to mind again, but he forces himself to forget about it
For now—at the very least
You don’t make a move to stop him
You almost seem to welcome his touch
But that uncertainty is still there
Which is why he takes things unbearably slowly when he moves his hand between your legs to grasp at the flesh of your inner thighs
You make what sounds like a quiet whimper
And the sound goes right to his cock
As if a whole week of jerking off to you wasn’t enough
Inch by inch, his touch dances further up along your thigh
And though it’s subtle, he can’t not notice the way you part your legs just the slightest bit more for him
You’re giving him permission to touch you—right here, right now—of all places?
He breathes in, and when he gets a whiff of your scent, he decides fuck it, there’s no way he can let this opportunity slip him by
So under the cover of the table, even despite the few creeps still lingering about, he pushes past the material of your shorts to access your sex
You’re wet
You’re already turned on for him—he can feel it through your underwear
Screw anyone around to see, he wants to bend you over this table right now and fuck his cum inside you
He wants to breed you and mark you and make sure everyone knows by the sounds of your screams that you’re all fucking his
He strokes your slit up and down through your panties, and he adores the way it has you squirming in place
Fuck, you’re so cute
He wants to ruin you
But he also wants to enjoy every second of this
So he takes his sweet, sweet time running his fingers along your covered sex until he can feel you getting wetter and wetter
It isn’t long for you to thoroughly soak through your panties
And all he wants is to taste you all over again
He swallows down a growl at the thought
His body’s burning for yours
You keep squirming and quietly gasping as he teases you
And he’s so entranced by you, he nearly forgets you’re in an open room
All he can focus on is the way your body’s reacting to him
Whatever delicate threads of control he’s still grasping onto feel like they’re slipping from his hold
When you whine his name out, so cute and desperate and needy for him, it’s all the approval he needs
He pushes your underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down your slit
The way your arousal gathers on the pads of his fingers almost makes him lose it
He just wants to pull you into his lap and fuck up into you until you’re gushing around his cock
But somehow, he manages to hold himself back
He teases at your clit very, very briefly, before then slowly sinking two digits into your opening
His chest rumbles with an involuntary groan as he immediately feels you clench around him
You bite back a moan, but he can still hear the way you sigh at the feeling
You’re so wet, so perfectly tight around him
He imagines how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick
You shift in place, breathing his name out in a shaky moan, and it’s a miracle he still has the self-control to not screw your brains out yet
He’s about to suggest taking things to your room when Hoodie walks in and locks eyes with you
If Jack were any more coherent beyond his lust, he’d probably pull his hand out of your pants
But he’s beyond giving a shit at this point
The proxy pauses, almost curiously, and instead of going for the fridge or pantry, or wherever he was going to go, he makes his way towards you
Jack feels you stiffen
You clench around his fingers, your breathing uneven
He knows he should stop
But he’s not done enjoying the warmth of your tight cunt fluttering around him
And so what if Hoodie notices?
At least then, he’d know who you belong to
The demon is entirely aware he’s being selfish
But he can’t bring himself to care
He’s too far gone
So even as he watches Hoodie greet you, even as he watches you, dazed and horny and sex-drunk off his fingers, struggling to greet the proxy normally, he doesn’t pull away
Let him know
Let him know who you’re allowing to do such depraved things to you
“(Y/n), you missed our training session this morning,” Hoodie says, and a bout of anger flares up in Jack’s chest
Oh how he loathes the thought of another man getting physical with you
It makes him curl his fingers inside you to reach right up against a spot that has you cinching around him
You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip briefly before you can recover
“Y-yeah, uhm, sorry about that”
Your voice is shaky, your face visibly flushed
But you haven’t even tried to stop Jack yet
You want this as much as he does
“I, ah, I meant to let you know, but I—I forgot… to mention it”
In and out, the hybrid painstakingly slowly pumps his fingers inside your velvety walls as you try to talk normally
He flattens his palm against your clit, and your hips buck against his touch, which you quickly try to pass off as shifting in your seat
“Hm, that’s alright,” the proxy hums, then tilts his head curiously. “Is it because you weren’t feeling well? You look kind of… off”
Jack stiffens as the man reaches out to press his hand against your cheek
It’s just to check if you’re feverish, the logical part of him knows that, but the irrational part of him despises that he’s just laid a finger on you
A warning growl emanates out of his chest—low enough that it seems to slip Hoodie’s attention, but loud enough that you seem to notice it
You’re his—what’s not to fucking understand?
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… ah, j-just didn’t sleep too well—“
Something like a choked moan evades you again, and you have to pretend to cough to avoid suspicion
Jack grinds his hand against your clit, and your whole body reacts to his touch
“S’alright,” the demon hums, and he briefly wonders if Hoodie notices the unusually husky timber of his voice when he does, “she might have the flu, but I’m checking up on it. She should be fine, nothing serious”
You squirm, and he teases at your sweet spot again, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing right where you need it most
You can’t look Hoodie in the eyes as your thighs start trembling
Your hand looks unsteady as you bring the coffee to your lips, but you manage to drink it down without spilling anything
The proxy glances between you and Jack, and Jack wonders if he’s caught on yet
Either way, if he has, he doesn’t show it
“Well, alright, I hope you feel better soon. Let me know when you want to train next time”
You nod, humming to hide another whimper as Jack’s fingers don’t relent
And then finally, finally, Hoodie leaves
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Jack crams his fingers into your inviting heat in a slew of rough thrusts
You gasp, almost moaning out very loudly before you manage to cover your mouth to muffle it
It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits
And god, you’re breath-taking as you do so
Your back arches, body tensing as your teeth bite down hard into your lips to prevent a scream from escaping
How he wishes those were his teeth biting into you instead
And just like that first time he made you cum, he can’t seem to bring himself to stop
It’s only when you’re shaking from the overstimulation, only when you reach out to pull his hand away, that he finally relents
His fingers are dripping with your arousal
He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist bringing them up to his mouth to taste you off his digits
And fuck, you taste just as good as you did the first time
You’re panting, chest heaving, a perfectly unfocused look in your eyes
He wants to pick you up, take you to the nearest bedroom and fuck you stupid
Friends, fuck-buddies, potential partners—he doesn’t know where the two of you stand
But at this point, labels don’t matter, he thinks, not really, anyways
He’s not letting anything come between the two of you
You're his
I'm about to finish my creepy pasta OC (Devinna) first chapter of her story and I'm debating if I should post it or not because I don't really have a writing style and I'm scared if the creppypasta fandom will come back from the dead and sacrifice me onto the magic trees from marble hornets and then they will eat me.
La la la la la
JEFF !!!!
Mwah 💋
Look at his Minecraft boxers and his pink socks 😕
Had this immense urge to draw them over the week so finally did!!!
(Tali created by @clockeyedtoy , Tobin created by @necroromantics )
I just love their designs guys wtf
Clocky's and James' friendship!
[Just a little snippet of how I think my OC James would get along with Nat. ALL PLATONIC!!!!]
James and Natalie could consider eachother something like friends, yet they didn't talk much. Often times they'd just sit in silence, enjoying the scenery that would stand before them.This one time, Nat caught James staring at her instead of the scenery.
"...You good?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah I'm fine. You have a nice eyecolor, reminds me of green sea glass. Actually, you really have a nice face shape in general!"
"Oh, uh.....Thank you, I guess..?"
James would smile at her before turning his attention towards the mist covered woods again. The slightest smile crept up Nat's face as she also looked back at the scenery, appreciating James' compliment. It wasn't first time he would just give her compliments or say details about her, that he had noticed over the time they became friends, out of the blue. She knew that he was a very observant and honest guy, which she liked.
(sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language lol)
I'm currently a bit sick so no school for me BUT definitely more traditional art
So uhhhh yeah, Tobin fanart once again, because idk I like his design and whole character in general
(Tobin created by @necroromantics )
TWO POSTS ON THE SAME DAY ??? I CAN ALREADY FEEL THE ARTBLOCK COMING I SWEAR
Anyways, have a little Tobin and Tali comic based on a thread made by Tobin's creator @necroromantics
Tali's creator : @clockeyedtoy
"Stop"
The word James had repeated over and over again.
His voice strained and hoarse yet he wouldn't stop screaming and begging for mercy, asking the gods if he had deserved this torture.
Never quitting to plead and scream and shout out the word until he took his final breath.
Stop.
General info about James' creation
James is not a self insert oc. Yes, he has the same moles as I do and is part Tamil but our personality differ from eachother a lot. We don't have the same experiences nor traits when it comes to the soul, we do have similarities but that is just because I always include atleast a little piece of me in my ocs.
James is merely a character to make my inner child happy. I am mainly writing and drawing him, not because of fame but because I want to make little me happy. I'm just fulfilling a kids dream right now.
Is he a bit bland for not actively murdering people? Maybe, but not every crp oc has to be a murderer to be an actual creepypasta. At least in my opinion. He murdered once and that was also his last. I often forget to mention it but James is part Egyptian actually!! His mother is Egyptian and his father is Tamil. He also has two siblings. Nihila, his older sister and Faris, his little brother.
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