Ur Alive? It's Been Time Ago Since You Don't Reblog Something

Ur alive? It's been time ago since you don't reblog something 💀

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Ur alive? It's been time ago since you don't reblog something 💀

I am indeed alive ☠ Honestly I don't go on Tumblr a whole lot lol. And to answer your previous question, requests are still open! Idk when all of them will be answered, but I promise I'll get to it eventually!

Sorry I'm being so slow 😭

[Cody]: Smells flowers contentedly

[Y/n]: Smiles

[Natalie, whispering]: When are you gonna tell him that it's a fake bouquet?

[Y/n]: He cried for three days when he found out Peter Pan never existed.

[Y/n]: I think he'll be better off not knowing this.

Btw " do you write about yandere creepypasta?-🔮

Hey again!

And no, I actually try to avoid writing about yandere behavior in the Creeps because, number one, you can find that anywhere you look already and number two, it makes me uncomfortable. I'm probably the odd one out when it comes to that lol.

Henlo, sorry for the bother but thinking abt Bloody painter with a child reader. The reader used to be a high achiever in school and always forced to study but with helen when he gets a low score he will be like " Thats alright unless you tried your best " it could be a head cannon or a scenario whataver u like <3 if ur uncomfortable its alr ignore this <3

You're no bother at all, hun! I thought this was a really cute idea ^^

I'm writing this under the assumption that the reader lives in the Manor with the others but still goes to school, also that Helen and the reader are not related and have bonded like siblings.

Bloody Painter/Child Reader: You Did Your Best

Your shoes dragged regretfully through the long, intimidating hallways of the home, backpack slung over your shoulder and eyes glued to the floor. This was not a good day, not a good day at all. How could you have gotten such a low grade? After all of the effort you put into memorizing the answers, all of the sleepless nights you had spent studying? That was all for nothing?

In short, you felt like an utter failure and thought yourself worthy of the dunce hat. Your parents had taught you not to make such grave mistakes, and what had you done? You did it anyway. If they were still around, they'd surely have stuck you in the chair of shame right after giving you the scream session of the week.

What would your friends think? What would Helen think? He had always encouraged you so sweetly - would he really start shunning you just because you got a bad grade on a single test? Would he want to stop spending time with you altogether? You didn't really desire to find out. Maybe he didn't need to know. Maybe you could blow it off, and if the subject surfaced, you'd simply lie. Then you remembered lying deserved something far worse than a timeout corner, so perhaps that wasn't the best tactic.

"Hey, lil' mouse," was the voice that sounded from behind you, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks as your entire body stiffened. "How'd school go?"

You didn't want to look at him, not ready to face his inevitable disappointment. He meant so much to you, it would just be unbearable to see his expression when you told him you failed. So you sighed quietly, keeping your head down, refusing to turn around. "Terribly..."

"How so?" His shift in tone, from curiosity to concern, was obvious, and he took a step closer. "What happened?"

"I...I..." No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't force the words from your mouth, afraid of the judgement you'd receive. 

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder; what would normally be a comforting touch made your anxiety sky-rocket, and you inhaled shakily. "Hey, Y\n." His soft voice came from directly behind you, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation. "You can talk to me."

"Helen..." The sentence left your lips as a hesitant whisper, full of agitation. It was clear you were having trouble forcing this out, and in response, he tightened his gentle grip encouragingly. "I'm sorry. I—I couldn't do it, I failed. P-please don't be mad..."

"Mad?" He seemed confused, not understanding what you were talking about. "What went on today? Did you get hurt?"

To emphasize his words, he crouched in front of you, attempting to meet your eyes, but you were too distressed to do that, so you looked to the side. The tears collecting in the corners of your vision made it a bit difficult to see well, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. "I did bad on my test," you muttered, having to bite your lip to stop from openly crying. "I didn't get an 'A'. I didn't bypass the other kids. I'm a disgrace and I'm sorry." You sniffled, balling up your fists. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Y\n, why...why would I be even remotely upset about that?" His voice held a thick layer of incredulity, as if the very idea baffled him. Yet he sounded relieved that nothing more serious was afoot. "No one can get a perfect score all the time."

"But..." you finally brought yourself to lift your gaze, cheeks hot with embarrassment, "I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to impress..."

"The amount of things you've managed to achieve at such a young age is already impressive. You don't have to be great at everything, Y\n. You're such an incredible kid, even if you take the success away."

He reached out to tenderly wipe a droplet of water from your face, and you couldn't believe your ears. He wasn't disappointed?

His smile, though small, was kind, and his blue eyes sparkled with sincerity. "You tried your best and that's all that matters. Even if you failed all your classes, you'd still be awesome. I'd never be mad about something like that."

"You...mean it?" 

"'Course I mean it, mouse." Brand new tears were developing in your sight, though this time, it was for an entirely different reason, and you launched yourself into his arms, joyed beyond comprehension by his claims. He accepted you, and how you did in school wouldn't ever effect your relationship. He still cared.

And he always would.

Don't worry Jeff, we've all been there. I for one used to pronounce 'library' like 'lie-berry'.

Jeff: I don’t even use tubberware anymore.

Hoodie: What are you saying? Say it again.

Jeff: Tubberware.

Hoodie: Say it again. Slow.

Jeff: Tubberware.

Hoodie: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable.

Jeff: Tub.

Hoodie: Wrong.

Jeff: What do you mean, wrong?

Hoodie: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P.

Jeff: What are you talking about?

Hoodie: Tupperware. Tupper.

Jeff: It’s tupper!

Hoodie: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be.

Jeff: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

I'm sorry that was rude of me to say that.

It just that you're one of my fav tumblr creator and thought you dissapeared or sum 😭-🔮

You have nothing to apologize for ^^ I understand your concerns lol.

And I did basically disappear for a time TvT So your message was justified! And aww, I really appreciate that <3