Brian Is A Military Geek And A Fucking Nerd For Cryptology. Like This Mf Knows Morse Code By Heart And

Brian is a military geek and a fucking nerd for cryptology. Like this mf knows morse code by heart and is the most cryptic fucker ever when it comes to leaving random ass codes around. He seems like one of those guys who’d get bored and make a huge internet goose chase for people to solve codes and whatnot

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i absolutely NEED more tall clockwork and short toby ticciwork stuff from u, please please PLEASEEE ‼️🙏

Anon I’m here for u finally. Hockey player toby figure skater Natalie.

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I’ll be putting up posts that help you, the viewer, uncover and explore the world and story. Keep your eyes peeled for future posts cuz theres a lot to discover about the Pyroverse ;3

Hi guys I unfortunately got hit by a truck so Im going to be (rightfully so) procrastinating and slacking on writing the AU ☹️ Please wish me well in my recovery of getting hit by a really big truck and wish me lots of rest and no writing thank you

PV!Nina intro just dropped

THE DAMNED .

CW: Gore/death, CSA, animal abuse, general dark themes. Dead Dove.

Nina Ramirez was a bizarre girl. At 9 years old she witnessed her father, Hector Ramirez, be shot to death by Phoenix PD. She’s hated authority ever since. The sole inheritance that Hector left his daughter was a cruel exposure to death that began to feel nearly paternal for the young girl.

As she grew up, the vision of her dear old dad collapsing to the ground with his brains splattered on the floor followed her around like a rabid dog. It nipped and bit at her until she was nothing but scar. She lived her teenage years missing a layer of emotional skin and every small touch felt like catastrophe.

A gaping hole in her chest formed, and it had teeth that bit hard. These feral teeth would snap words of war at Ninas mother. The two never got along, they were far too similar for that. Nina was always a daddy’s girl.

She found refuge in internet sites such as MySpace and online forums, giving herself off to older men for any ounce of attention that she lacked at home. She was first introduced to the world of true crime through a forum discussing a young girl named Sally Williams in the 60s who was raped and murdered by her own uncle. It wasn’t long after which that she began falling into a morbid trap of manic obsession with all things dark.

Nina would skip class to smoke and webcam with strangers online, doing things such as watching people self-harm, hurt animals, and humiliate themselves on camera. Often she found herself researching different serial killers for hours on end. The lonely girl was consumed by the desire to be loved, wanted, needed. She spent her teenage years trying so desperately to feed that hole in her chest and never had anyone to guide her. Nina grew up to be an attention-seeker with very a questionable moral compass.

On April 7th, 2003, Nina joined a forum where people were discussing a possible new serial killer in Phoenix, Arizona. The city where she lived. For a moment, as she read through the official police report, Nina felt electricity shoot through her body. This was love. This was love.

Soon her time was dedicated to researching the strange man who had taken the life of a girl named Millie Houghton, and she was Ninas age. She must be his type. And being his type was all that mattered. Her mother would often argue with her about this dark fascination, but Nina was enveloped in the fantasy of being this killers one true love, his exception. She could pull him from the dark, and he could save her.

If I see one more post shitting on realistic Creepypasta writers Im gonna go nuts. Literally why is this a thing. Why do yall always gotta be ebeefing about something. Mf this is CREEPYPASTA. CALM DOWN ‼️‼️‼️

If someone wants to write a literal serial killer being a mentally fucked piece of shit (cuz in reality, serial killers are in fact horrible people), then let them? Why do we need to go around shitting on people who enjoy the same things as you? If they’re happy, let them be happy.

I don’t like posting about discourse but my feed is full of “grr realistic writers bad grrr 😠” posts and its dumb as shit