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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBY!!! HES 30 TODAY!!!!
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Send requests I need my brain to do something:3
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I love how my friends quotes become my vocal stims. Like damn I really fuck with you guys fr.
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Also one last thing then I’m done: if you want to promote yourself it’s not a good idea to literally shame the people who are supposed to be liking/ consuming your content. For example now that the people who ship characters or find comfort in the characters feel shamed, they most likely won’t want anything to do with your content. A lot of people won’t feel welcome in the space you’re creating and your content with be associated with how shitty you made them feel. So yeah. Not a great idea imho. But whatever.
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“If you can’t write, don’t!” Wow. Just wow. Literally half the characters in this fandom are “poorly written” but we still love them. Anyway. Please remember that is fandom is meant to encourage creativity and fun. No one is good at writing their first few tries and you’re not “unintelligent or a stupid child” like that post said because you’re not perfect at it. Keep trying. Keep being creative. Keep having fun. Keep finding comfort in these characters and in this fandom like we always have. One of the reasons the characters have a lot of depth and personality is because the fandom took them in and gave them that. Whether people want to acknowledge that or not.
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“You guys just make Jeff and emo that you drool over!1!2” And? Who gives a fuck? Emo culture has always been part of Creepypasta too. They’re very connected. We all know Jeff isn’t “canonically” like that but it’s fun and goofy and of it’s time. Who fucking cares? Also he’s not a 13 year old. It’s weird because Jeff’s age was never a problem till the modern fandom now??? Like his story left it so open to interpretation. Back in the day everyone seemed to understand that. The story literally says “current age and whereabouts unknown” be he ages and he can be any age depending on the context and time period of your story. He can literally be 13-45. Crazy. Yeah I sound like a bitch in these posts kinda. I just hate the “better than you” mindset
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Quick rant on some stupid discourse
“This fandom doesn’t take horror seriously!1!!1!1 it’s just a bunch of ocs!1!1!1!1😡” Bro, Creepypasta has always been goofy af. Even the word“Creepypasta” sounds goofy. Literally every Creepypasta Character is someone’s oc, made my a traumatized angsty teen or young adult in 2011-2016. You expect us to read some silly shit like Jeff the Killer and be shaking in our boots? (Still like Jeff btw) Get real. I like the “realistic and scary” portrayals of the Creepypasta characters too! But I also love fanon. This fandom was literally based off fun. I hate when ppl come with this “im better than you” mindset bc they don’t like fanon/ want them to be scary only. I really can’t stand it. This fandom has always been based on fun and comfort. Everyone made the popular Creepypasta characters for fun and sometimes to vent/ be a self insert. Ppl are acting like we didn’t have comics and fics where they lived in a mansion together and chilled like a family with a y/n insert because ppl were comforted by these characters , myself included. Ppl act like we didn’t always have goofy/ silly fan art. Ppl act like these aren’t vent characters that brought comfort to lots of ppl. Ppl act like the creators themselves didn’t make silly, goofy fun content with their own characters. (Laughing jack, ticci Toby, bloody painter, etc for example all their creators drew them/ portrayed in fun ways in content I still rewatch) Let’s not forget our roots. Creepypasta (the character based side of it) is still so loved and popular because of the fun stuff like that that people can look back on fondly. Why does it make you so mad that ppl want to use the characters differently than you/ make fanon content? So these “ocs” are only decent/ okay when you use them your way and have your seal of approval??? Please be serious. This is coming from someone who likes Fanon and canon. One isn’t better than the other. You’re not better than everyone else because you want to make them “realistic and scary” let that mindset go. Let people have fun. Let people find comfort where they want. Seeing people having fun and being comforted shouldn’t make you mad. The block button exists and is free. Just block them and only interact with the side of the fandom you want to see. There’s multiple sides of it. I block content I don’t want to see all the time. Doesn’t mean I hate these people or their content, I just don’t want to see it personally. But I don’t go around unironically shaming people for content I don’t like. Because that’s dumb. (Unless it’s something awful like using offenderman, demonizing mental illness etc I have called people out for this, semi - respectfully before) Shaming people for not portraying Creepypasta characters made my angsty teens and adults in the way you specifically want to see them/ be portrayed is just so silly. This fandom doesn’t revolve around you and what you want. Or anyone for that matter. Respect other people. No one’s “better” than anyone. Because everyone sees and uses and portrays the characters differently and that’s always been the best part of this fandom. The freedom, creativity, fun and comfort. That’s how it’s always been. Nothings changed.
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Btw, please only draw her w box braids if you’re gonna draw her black. This is a black cultural hairstyle that’s very important to us!! So please don’t be insensitive :)) (you obviously don’t have to draw her black if you’re not using box braids :3)
NINA WITH PINK AND BLACK BOX BRAIDS. NINA WITH PINK AND BLACK BOX BRAIDS
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Reposting bc I’m actually proud of this
I just saw your fic/hc of if toby had kids, it's so good btw!! :3
I'm in a mischievous mood, how would he react if one of/both of the kids died? Like he took his eyes off them for one second. I feel like because they most likely live in a forest setting, it would be something like going on a lake when it's iced over and then falling through.
This is so sad omg :( but let me try my best (you really want to sob huh?😭)
Toby If His Kids Died
He’d never ever recover
He’d never ever ever EVER forgive himself
He looked away for one second
Just one
But that second is all it took
The ice was thin and his kids not knowing any better, stood on it together, falling in
Toby heard the sound of the ice breaking and the two loud splashes
He turned around as quickly as he could only to see the open hole where they once were
Trapped under the ice as Toby tried to get them out
He was too late
He pulls them out and does everything he could
CPR, shaking them softly, calling out there names
“Please…wake up…please…please…please! Talk to me! Open your eyes! Please….i need you…I love you! Your dad needs you! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
When they don’t respond it destroys him
He hits the ground, screams and sobs
Just truly broken
Out of everything that he’s been through in his life, this was the most painful, unbearable, heart shattering thing he’s ever been through
His world was gone in a second
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I love you! I failed you! I’m so sorry”
He sobs out as he hugs them to his chest, wishing they’d hug him back, and tell him they’re okay
Their skin, freezing cold, their clothes, soaking wet
He carries them home, putting them in their beds, trying to warm them up, one last time
How was he going to face his significant other?
He meets them at the front door, falling to his knees and hugging their legs, ear piercing sobs
“They’re gone…they’re gone”
“W-what?!”
“They fell in the lake and got trapped in the ice! I was too late! I-“
He can’t continue, falling victim to his sobs
His significant other, starts to scream and sob along with him, pushing Toby off in anger
“This is your fault! This is your fucking fault!”
They’re just confused and angry and full of grief like he is
“Why weren’t you watching them?! How could you let this happen?!”
“I turned away for one second! It was a second! One second! I promise!”
“Look what it cost us! Look what you did! You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
“Please….im sorry! I’m sorry!”
He couldn’t even say that wasn’t true
Every person he loved, every person who depended on him, he’s let die
Lyra is dead. His mom was probably dead. Now…his children….are gone
He’s a failure. And everyone around him had to pay the price
His significant other, and Toby bury them on a hill, where they all had a picnic once.
They put their favorite toys on the graves, saying goodbye to their bundles of joy
Life is unfair, huh?
Toby and his partner try to stay together
But they could never look at Toby the same way
They wouldn’t look Toby in the eyes or in the face
They could only see their children in Toby’s features
Toby tried to touch them, to hold them, to comfort them
He could hear them, sobbing quietly in the night with their back turned to him
The guilt eats him alive
But they didn’t want Toby’s touch, not ever again
Their meals were silent
They exchanged minimal words
What do you say? What do you do?
They couldn’t take it anymore
They packed all their things and had one final conversation with the man they once had a life with
“Toby…”
“Please…no”
“Toby….i can’t do this anymore…. I can’t”
“Please….stay”
“I love you, Toby. But I can never forgive you.”
“Don’t…”
“Our children’s empty rooms are up there. I can’t….stay. Every where I turn….I see them. It’s like they’re haunting us. I can’t stay here, Tobias. Neither should you.”
“Please! You’re all I have left! I….please! You’re all I have left…”
“You lost me a long time ago. Goodbye. Tobias”
They were gone, just like that
It’s just Toby in this empty home
A home once filled with love and joy was now filled with grief and pain
He started to have a tic attack
And no one was here to help him through it
He sobs out again, the reality hitting him harder and harder with every passing second
With no one around
He starts to have hallucinations again
He sees the ghosts of his children, like he saw the ghost of Lyra
“Why didn’t you save us?”
“I tried! I tried! You know I…I love you!”
“Then why did you let us die?!”
“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!”
He started picking and chewing at his fingers, pulling his hair, hitting himself in the head
Old habits from when he was 17
He turns to alcohol
He made a promise to never be like his dad
He’s sticking to it in his own way
He can never abuse his family. He has no family
He’s often drunk most of the time now
Sometimes just so he can sleep
But even when he sleeps all he can hear is the ice breaking, the ice cold water, the last moments of his kids
Masky and Hoodie find him in his home
“Toby. You have to start coming on missions again. We can’t keep covering for you. You know what Slenderman will do to you if you don’t”
“Let him kill me. I don’t care. I died a long time ago”
He takes another swig from his bottle as he talks to them, slurring a bit
“He should’ve…let me die….when I was 25”
“You can’t even stand can you?”
“Fuck you! Fuck you!”
He starts to scream
“My family is gone! I lost my family, TWICE! You think I care about missions anymore?! You think I care about anything anymore?! Huh?! I dont give a fuck about my life!”
Masky lets out a sigh
“You know, you always were emotional. Although, I kinda miss when you were a hyper and upbeat annoying little shit. I wonder if your children were the same?”
Toby immediately pulls his hatchets out and starts swinging, sloppy, but still dangerous
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about them!”
Hoody catches his arms and pushes him back on the couch
“He didn’t mean it like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’ll kill him!”
“You can’t even stand up straight”
The room was spinning. He wasn’t wrong
“Just…let me die. Let me die…here”
They look at him
He’s malnourished. His skin paler than ever. His self inflicted wounds, just open because no one was there to help patch him up. The dark circles under his eyes, prominent. His eyes themselves, hollow and empty
Masky warms up some instant noodles from the cabinet
“Eat. Now”
“Fuck you”
“Toby. Please” Hoodie says, concerned
He reluctantly takes it and eats slowly unable to finish, putting it on the table in front of him
“See that…toy truck over there?”
He points to a red toy pickup truck, untouched and in the same place his son left it.
“That was my son’s favorite. He told me…he liked it so much….because it looked like….mine.”
He points to a doll with fluffy brown hair
“See that? My daughter….loved it…said it had hair like me”
He can’t take it anymore. He starts to sob. He doesn’t even care about looking tough anymore
“Fuck! They’re gone! They’re gone!”
Toby puts his head in his hands and just sobs
What else could he do?
This was his first time talking about it with someone else
They sit with him, putting their hands on his shoulders, comforting him
They didn’t always get along though out the years
But they could put that aside for something like this
“Brain. You died. Brought back by….Slenderman. How do you feel?”
He already knew what Toby was implying
“Don’t even think about it Toby. I may be alive again. But my body isn’t mine anymore and I’m a slave to Slenderman. You know that. You don’t want that for your children. They’ll belong to him and have a life of suffering. So…let them rest”
It was selfish thinking on Toby’s part. But he’d do anything to have them back
But he knew better. He wouldn’t actually go through with that idea
Toby’s mood swings are worse than ever
Extreme sadness, to extreme numbness to extreme anger
That’s it
He couldn’t feel happiness anymore
It died with his kids
It left with his significant other
Constant panic attacks
Constant nightmares
Constant hallucinations
And besides the occasional visit from Masky and Hoodie
He was alone
And….maybe it’s better this way
The words ring in his head every day
“You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
A shell of a person
Doesn’t leave his house anymore, unless it’s to visit his children’s graves
Hopes he’ll see his ex partner there one day
Wants to ask if they have nightmares too and if they still wake up and think of the life they had together
Wants to end his own life, but was cursed with immortality or at least long lasting life
He wants nothing more than to see his family again
Both of them
Blames himself every day
Will literally never not blame himself
He will never move on or be happy again
So he spends his days in the empty home, looking at once was
“Please….forgive me. I love you.”
He holds a picture of his kids to his chest as he falls asleep into another nightmare
Not that real life was any better
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NINA WITH PINK AND BLACK BOX BRAIDS. NINA WITH PINK AND BLACK BOX BRAIDS
BEGGING SOMEONE TO DRAW IT
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I just saw your fic/hc of if toby had kids, it's so good btw!! :3
I'm in a mischievous mood, how would he react if one of/both of the kids died? Like he took his eyes off them for one second. I feel like because they most likely live in a forest setting, it would be something like going on a lake when it's iced over and then falling through.
This is so sad omg :( but let me try my best (you really want to sob huh?😭)
Toby If His Kids Died
He’d never ever recover
He’d never ever ever EVER forgive himself
He looked away for one second
Just one
But that second is all it took
The ice was thin and his kids not knowing any better, stood on it together, falling in
Toby heard the sound of the ice breaking and the two loud splashes
He turned around as quickly as he could only to see the open hole where they once were
Trapped under the ice as Toby tried to get them out
He was too late
He pulls them out and does everything he could
CPR, shaking them softly, calling out there names
“Please…wake up…please…please…please! Talk to me! Open your eyes! Please….i need you…I love you! Your dad needs you! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
When they don’t respond it destroys him
He hits the ground, screams and sobs
Just truly broken
Out of everything that he’s been through in his life, this was the most painful, unbearable, heart shattering thing he’s ever been through
His world was gone in a second
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I love you! I failed you! I’m so sorry”
He sobs out as he hugs them to his chest, wishing they’d hug him back, and tell him they’re okay
Their skin, freezing cold, their clothes, soaking wet
He carries them home, putting them in their beds, trying to warm them up, one last time
How was he going to face his significant other?
He meets them at the front door, falling to his knees and hugging their legs, ear piercing sobs
“They’re gone…they’re gone”
“W-what?!”
“They fell in the lake and got trapped in the ice! I was too late! I-“
He can’t continue, falling victim to his sobs
His significant other, starts to scream and sob along with him, pushing Toby off in anger
“This is your fault! This is your fucking fault!”
They’re just confused and angry and full of grief like he is
“Why weren’t you watching them?! How could you let this happen?!”
“I turned away for one second! It was a second! One second! I promise!”
“Look what it cost us! Look what you did! You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
“Please….im sorry! I’m sorry!”
He couldn’t even say that wasn’t true
Every person he loved, every person who depended on him, he’s let die
Lyra is dead. His mom was probably dead. Now…his children….are gone
He’s a failure. And everyone around him had to pay the price
His significant other, and Toby bury them on a hill, where they all had a picnic once.
They put their favorite toys on the graves, saying goodbye to their bundles of joy
Life is unfair, huh?
Toby and his partner try to stay together
But they could never look at Toby the same way
They wouldn’t look Toby in the eyes or in the face
They could only see their children in Toby’s features
Toby tried to touch them, to hold them, to comfort them
He could hear them, sobbing quietly in the night with their back turned to him
The guilt eats him alive
But they didn’t want Toby’s touch, not ever again
Their meals were silent
They exchanged minimal words
What do you say? What do you do?
They couldn’t take it anymore
They packed all their things and had one final conversation with the man they once had a life with
“Toby…”
“Please…no”
“Toby….i can’t do this anymore…. I can’t”
“Please….stay”
“I love you, Toby. But I can never forgive you.”
“Don’t…”
“Our children’s empty rooms are up there. I can’t….stay. Every where I turn….I see them. It’s like they’re haunting us. I can’t stay here, Tobias. Neither should you.”
“Please! You’re all I have left! I….please! You’re all I have left…”
“You lost me a long time ago. Goodbye. Tobias”
They were gone, just like that
It’s just Toby in this empty home
A home once filled with love and joy was now filled with grief and pain
He started to have a tic attack
And no one was here to help him through it
He sobs out again, the reality hitting him harder and harder with every passing second
With no one around
He starts to have hallucinations again
He sees the ghosts of his children, like he saw the ghost of Lyra
“Why didn’t you save us?”
“I tried! I tried! You know I…I love you!”
“Then why did you let us die?!”
“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!”
He started picking and chewing at his fingers, pulling his hair, hitting himself in the head
Old habits from when he was 17
He turns to alcohol
He made a promise to never be like his dad
He’s sticking to it in his own way
He can never abuse his family. He has no family
He’s often drunk most of the time now
Sometimes just so he can sleep
But even when he sleeps all he can hear is the ice breaking, the ice cold water, the last moments of his kids
Masky and Hoodie find him in his home
“Toby. You have to start coming on missions again. We can’t keep covering for you. You know what Slenderman will do to you if you don’t”
“Let him kill me. I don’t care. I died a long time ago”
He takes another swig from his bottle as he talks to them, slurring a bit
“He should’ve…let me die….when I was 25”
“You can’t even stand can you?”
“Fuck you! Fuck you!”
He starts to scream
“My family is gone! I lost my family, TWICE! You think I care about missions anymore?! You think I care about anything anymore?! Huh?! I dont give a fuck about my life!”
Masky lets out a sigh
“You know, you always were emotional. Although, I kinda miss when you were a hyper and upbeat annoying little shit. I wonder if your children were the same?”
Toby immediately pulls his hatchets out and starts swinging, sloppy, but still dangerous
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about them!”
Hoody catches his arms and pushes him back on the couch
“He didn’t mean it like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’ll kill him!”
“You can’t even stand up straight”
The room was spinning. He wasn’t wrong
“Just…let me die. Let me die…here”
They look at him
He’s malnourished. His skin paler than ever. His self inflicted wounds, just open because no one was there to help patch him up. The dark circles under his eyes, prominent. His eyes themselves, hollow and empty
Masky warms up some instant noodles from the cabinet
“Eat. Now”
“Fuck you”
“Toby. Please” Hoodie says, concerned
He reluctantly takes it and eats slowly unable to finish, putting it on the table in front of him
“See that…toy truck over there?”
He points to a red toy pickup truck, untouched and in the same place his son left it.
“That was my son’s favorite. He told me…he liked it so much….because it looked like….mine.”
He points to a doll with fluffy brown hair
“See that? My daughter….loved it…said it had hair like me”
He can’t take it anymore. He starts to sob. He doesn’t even care about looking tough anymore
“Fuck! They’re gone! They’re gone!”
Toby puts his head in his hands and just sobs
What else could he do?
This was his first time talking about it with someone else
They sit with him, putting their hands on his shoulders, comforting him
They didn’t always get along though out the years
But they could put that aside for something like this
“Brain. You died. Brought back by….Slenderman. How do you feel?”
He already knew what Toby was implying
“Don’t even think about it Toby. I may be alive again. But my body isn’t mine anymore and I’m a slave to Slenderman. You know that. You don’t want that for your children. They’ll belong to him and have a life of suffering. So…let them rest”
It was selfish thinking on Toby’s part. But he’d do anything to have them back
But he knew better. He wouldn’t actually go through with that idea
Toby’s mood swings are worse than ever
Extreme sadness, to extreme numbness to extreme anger
That’s it
He couldn’t feel happiness anymore
It died with his kids
It left with his significant other
Constant panic attacks
Constant nightmares
Constant hallucinations
And besides the occasional visit from Masky and Hoodie
He was alone
And….maybe it’s better this way
The words ring in his head every day
“You destroy everything you fucking touch!”
A shell of a person
Doesn’t leave his house anymore, unless it’s to visit his children’s graves
Hopes he’ll see his ex partner there one day
Wants to ask if they have nightmares too and if they still wake up and think of the life they had together
Wants to end his own life, but was cursed with immortality or at least long lasting life
He wants nothing more than to see his family again
Both of them
Blames himself every day
Will literally never not blame himself
He will never move on or be happy again
So he spends his days in the empty home, looking at once was
“Please….forgive me. I love you.”
He holds a picture of his kids to his chest as he falls asleep into another nightmare
Not that real life was any better
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Omg I have this creepypasta oc for years and I want to tell more people so badly. But the thing is I can’t draw. I can’t wait for you to show off your self insert oc so we can talk about our ocs together!!! :33 if u want of course :DD
Id love to! I just can’t draw!!😭 also I’m really hard on myself when it comes to writing her:( I can’t decide on a name or anything lol
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IM SICK OF EMO TOBY ERASURE!!! Literally in his design he has a fringe with straight up emo hair!!! I know for a fact he’s listening to The Used and Taking Back Sunday. GIVE HIM HIS EMO HAIR BACK!!! I knew this mf gave off midwestern emo vibes. Please put his fringe back!!!/hj I love his modern look too!
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A Gift For You :3
Begging you guys to listen to my creepypasta playlist on Spotify:3 I wanted it to sound like one of those 2014 fanfics where you get taken to the mansion and hang out with all the Creepypastas :3 I want to add more but idk what other songs I wanna add! Leave suggestions:3 nIf you can’t click it for whatever reason, my username on Spotify is Seirei. I hope you enjoy:3
#creepypasta#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta characters#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta headcanon#crp#seireitonin#creepypastahcs#music#Spotify
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When I see Toby x Nina art and hcs on my feed and other people liking it, my heart flutters. You guys have no idea
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LJ and his mommy!!
created some new lore for him!!:
As I’m sticking to the idea that he was created by the heavens, I decided to create this giant lady!!
So the lore goes-
A few angels were chosen to create and send off mystical beings meant for “troubled” children, and two of those chosen angels created LJ!! They’re angel twins that go by the names Ila and Mila. Ila is the lady shown above, and she is very much a sweetheart. She absolutely adores LJ and strongly believes that he’ll succeed in his job and help Isaac Grossman, the “troubled” child assigned to him.
The two angels teach him everything they can and think is necessary within one human year, and then they send him off to Earth!! However, once LJ leaves heaven, he will forget them and heaven entirely until he succeeds his mission. If he succeeds, he’ll depart from Isaac, go back to heaven, and get all his memories back.
Typically, the mystical beings are meant to finish their job within 15 human years. But as time passed by and more mystical beings returned, LJ did not. Although it’s forbidden to check on their creations in the mortal realm, Ila decided to see what was happening with LJ. Much to her dismay and as we all know about LJ, he was abandoned, and he subsequently failed his mission.
Ila did not see it this way, and rather blamed the heavens for allowing such cruelty to happen. She tried to comfort him in his box with a spirit of her hand, but Ila is forced back to the heavens by her brother, Mila. (Btw jack has no idea what that hand was and thought it was a hallucination…but it gave him a lil hope!!!)
Mila reprimanded Ila for her actions, saying she’d die if she gets caught. They have an argument, but Mila ended up siding with the heavens on their decision to give up on LJ. He hoped that Ila would side with him so they wouldn’t get killed, but she falls into despair and tries to go back.
Ila gets caught the second time and gets punished with extermination.
Mila loved LJ just as much as Ila, but he knew he had to fake his feelings to stay alive. However, the idea about LJ suffering and Ila’s death finally broke him, and Mila tried to save him as well. It seems someone already knew about his plan though, as he gets caught before he can do anything.
They both die in vain as LJ continues to suffer. The heavens then determined that LJ will be like a message sent from above meant to punish the humans for their sins, and they allow him to wreak havoc however he pleases.
TL;DR- LJ has parents but also not rlly!! Unfortunately, they both die trying to save him 😞
I rlly just created this lore to make his story more sad. He’s never gonna see them or remember them again 💀 I also thought it would be cool if he had a giant, mystical mommy for some reason!!
Might scrap this cuz it kinda makes no sense but anyways!!
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I’d like to be your friend but I’m nervous to ask because I don’t wanna make you uncomfy :,,,3 your super cool and ily style and headcanons!!!
You’d have to dm me :3 I’m okay with talking to you guyz :3
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