So Uhhh Im Sinking Back Into The Depths Of The Creepypasta Fandom Lol, Fuck Me Ig Time To Rework My Old

So uhhh I’m sinking back into the depths of the Creepypasta fandom lol, fuck me ig time to rework my old OC lore and redesign my bby Trespasser

Cody Evantide; Thank you so much for helping us, we really didn’t know what to do, we didn’t do anything wrong!

Grace Wilkins; No one ever does, he just kind of… appears. Anyways, I’ve escaped him once, I’m sure I’ll be alright.

She in fact, did not escape him again lol.

OLD LORE AND ART BELOW

IMPORTANT!

It’s the no-internet dinosaur’s birthday!!

Turn off your internet! He has a hat!!

Does anyone want to hear the reworked lore for Trespasser? I still haven’t really decided how her full plot ends up being but, this is the gist.

The main reworked lore is that Grace is a human captured by the fae that was cursed with immortality, and wants to release of death. She’s been alive for so long and just wants to be at peace finally. So she seeks out the Slenderman and he cuts her a deal; If she helps him regain access to the fae realm, she gets to die. Neither of them anticipated falling in love along the way though, which is what makes her eventual death so painful for The Entity.

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Slenderman realizing he was in love with Grace: Why you? What makes you so special as to be immortal?

Grace: Nothing really. I was just stupid… and I guess I have a thing for uh… falling in love with strange men with mysterious intentions and dark backgrounds.

Slenderman: *too stunned to speak*

A First Meeting

      Slender Man X Reader

      (Name) was by no means an idiot, they knew that walking alone at night wasn’t the safest thing to do, especially when they had to pass a haunted forest - well, a supposedly haunted forest where over seven people had, in fact, wandered inside and had never been seen again. But with the only bus in their small town out of order, their family out of town, and no car to their name, well, they didn’t have any other choice but to walk home unless they wanted to hitch a ride with a co-worker who didn’t live anywhere near them and be even further from their house than if they had just walked in the first place.

       Well, the walk wouldn’t take too long - thankfully - maybe thirty or forty-five minutes depending on their speed, so they didn’t need to spend the whole night side-by-side with a nightmare inducing forest.

       Suppressing a shudder as they passed under a tree branch, that seemed to reach over the forest’s chain-link fence and grab at whoever dared walk under it, (Name) stared into the darkened forest and swore they saw a shadow deep into the forest move despite it not seeming possible. Their already frazzled nerves becoming even more ruffled at the tricks the forest must be playing on their eyes - there was no way something as tall as the trees could be moving deep in the forest, right? That was too much of a horror cliché to be any else than their mind just being frightened and running wild with their own creativity.

      A cold breeze made (Name) pull their light grey sweater closer to them, trying to seek warmth from the chilling autumn air, and they relaxed a little when colorful autumn leaves flew past them in a playful swirl, but the relief was brief when (Name) realized that someone was walking behind them almost out of nowhere.

       Turning their headphones down to silent - since who would make an hour long walk home in complete silence when they had headphones and a phone - (Name) held their breath and listened, feeling uncomfortable at the two people that were behind them even though they didn’t know if they should even be worried or not. They could barely hear what they were saying, but (Name) could easily tell they were male by the sound of their lowly hushed voices, that fact alone made (Name)’s heart rush with fear.

      Was that rude? To assume that two men walking behind them in the middle of the night might have bad intentions, especially if they were keeping themselves quiet and almost out of their line of sight?

      (Name) didn’t really care. All those unsolved and cold cases from podcasts they were forced to listen to by family and friends suddenly popping into their head, and vicious visions of (Name) joining the poor women or men who had never been seen again - their face plastered on a missing persons poster no one cared to read, and a news report buried under more important things.

       "Dude, they won’t hear us if we come up behind ‘em.“ The first one, with a deep masculine voice, said. Too gleeful to be anything close to a random passerby worried they might frighten someone or even anyone with intentions innocent and kind.

       "We can ditch them in the woods when we’re done - there aren’t even any cameras nearby or nothing.” The higher pitched one said, and (Name) felt their heart drop into their stomach at the sudden realization of what their words meant.

       Panicked mind working in overdrive, (Name) struggled to plan what they could do next without looking like they had caught on to the men’s plan. Thankful their headphones were the type to cover their ears entirely instead of just being placed inside them, helping (Name)’s cover of totally not about panic.

       They could take off in a run, maybe even lose both men, but (Name) never really had good stamina, or, and this was the worst possible choice, (Name) could change their route and go into the forest - it would cut down their time on getting home, and they might possibly lose the two men following them but the more likely scenario was that they might also get lost in the vast woods or the men would just go in after them… And then their body would most likely never be found, left to rot as another corpse hidden deep in the woods.

        But what choice did they have? Lead two men with bad intentions to their home when no one else was there or possible lose them in the woods - one sounded better than the other.

       When the large gate connected to the chain-link fence blocking the forest from the sidewalk came into view (Name) made their choice, a very stupid one but a choice none the less.

       "Shit.“ (Name) heard one shout as they bolted into the dark woods, flinching as they felt large thorny bushes snag at their sweater and pants, and the two men cursed loudly as the same happened to them - (Name)’s pulse jumping into an allegro rhythm at the bleak horror of knowing the men were following them.

       “This motherfucker!” The deeper voiced male growled out, and at the split second (Name) glanced back to see how far behind them their two pursuers were -

       They tripped.

       They tripped like a goddamn damsel in distress in any horror movie ever over nothing but their own fear and stupid decisions. Soon to be the first kill to cold open a movie about idiots making dumb choices and dying like they deserved from them.

       With a pained startled yelp, (Name) went down in a mess of limbs and torn clothing and panic, and, with a speed they weren’t aware they were able to go, rolled onto their back and kicked-crawled backwards. Why they hadn’t just gotten to their feet and tried to run, well, panic made for some horrible decision making and the ground was uneven enough (Name) wouldn’t have regained their distance even if they tried.

      The two men, who they had almost lost, seemed to pick up speed when they spotted (Name)’s downed figure. Their matching sinister grins made (Name’s) poor heart sink until they could feel it pounding wildly in their ankles and attempting to escape through their feet.

      (Name) knew they couldn’t outrun the men now, their only hope was to crawl backward until maybe - maybe someone came to help them, or some other predator in the woods put them out of their misery before the men could get their hands on them.

       The feeling of someone’s pant leg meeting their back made (Name) freeze in place, a terrifying and imaginative thought of a killer living in the woods just half a block away from their house inserting itself into their mind and causing their already pounding heart to speed up once more. Their panic and fear supercharging when the two men freeze in place a few yards away from them, both looking a little too high up with wide frightened eyes at the unseen horror (Name) had their back against - which did little to help (Name’s) pounding heart or soften the fear gripping their lungs so tight it was hard to breath.

       “And if it is a killer?” Their mind calmly asked as white noise played in the back of their skull, their own voice strange and flat and unfamiliar as it echoed in their ears despite it not being said out loud.

       “I’d rather die at the hands of a killer that lives in the woods than let these two men do what they want to me.” (Name) answered truthfully as the leg their back was pressed against shifted, the two men staring at whatever owned it paling so sharply it was like someone erased all the color from their skin, and their voice, though (Name) now knew it wasn’t themselves using it, chuckled lowly in the dark corners of their mind like something demented buried deep inside.

       “Go, young one, I will… Deal with these nuisances.” And it wasn’t their voice they heard talking to them in the back of their mind this time, but a deeply baritone male voice that seemed intertwined with the ever-growing static ringing in their ears - a voice that seemed to reach into their core and make (Name) nod their head numbly, scrambling to stand and stumble towards the path they knew would lead them home.

         And though they were desperately making their way home, (Name) only started to run when they heard the men start screaming, the strong smell of salty iron making their head spin as it chased after them, or was it the deep chuckling and static still gripping at their mind that was doing that?

       (Name) couldn’t really tell, and they didn’t think they had the heart or nerve to find out.

       With one last, terrified, glance back at the darkened forest (Name) could barely make out a unearthly pale white and blank face watching them, and, though there were no eyes or mouth or even nose, as (Name) clumsily made their way past the iron fence and down the road to their home - they couldn’t help but feel it was amused by them.

        Couldn’t help but feel like their nightmare wasn’t done yet.

Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.

One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.