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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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Fluffy slenderman headcanons who? 👀

Hiya! My names Ophelia! I’ve seen your creepypasta works of Slenderman and I am ObsessEd!!! I love your head canons for him!

I’d specifically like to ask if you could do some headcanons of him and the reader? Specifically a writer reader who wrote fictional creepypastas a lot before coming across slender one day. And They love to rant to him about their world and ask him for advice!

of course, please take your time dear, and I know sometimes writers don’t feel like writing!

-acc anonymous cause I haven’t updated this in forever-

Slenderman w/ an S/O who writes horror

Love me these kinds of prompts wahoo!!! So sorry for the delay though <\3!!

He's more than willing to listen to you rant and rave about your ideas and stories! Surprisingly, the demon enjoys consuming fiction here and there... the way people put their own spins on reality intrigues him; how they percieve creatures like him and such... oh if only the majority knew monsters were real... but alas..

That said, regardless of if you're writing for a human or a monster, you can always come to him for advice and proof reading and such!

He's not the best when it comes to writing something like moral dilemmas, or human struggles.. considering... he's not human and holds a different set of views and doesn't quite fully understand human complexity..

Living in the wooda and consuming people for hudreds (thousands?) Of years isn't the best way to learn about humanity and it's advances and all

But for gore?

(Slaps his bald head)

This man can point you in the right direction to keep it all within the realm of possibility... totally not because he personally knows..

While he can't help with things regarding human behavior, he can help with action scenes

Afterall, a fair number of people who've encountered him had fought. Others ran

Overall; interested in reading your stories and willing to tell his own so you can get motivated... as messed up as that is when you think about it

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x you #slenderman #slenderman imagine #creepypasta slenderman #slenderman x reader

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searsage · 13 days

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AL-AN?! AL-AN! Come on wake up!"

Robin desperately tried to rouse him and d yet her architect was unresponsive the lights along his vessel smited, and yet insinctually Robin recognised her companion wasn't dead…

Had exhustion finally won out?!

A screech has the resercher cutting her eyes towards the dark wooda around her, adrenalin deafening her ears as she set to work grabbing his leg and dragging it from the water, moving his vessel was not a romately plausible option.

When the precursor was actively resting his vessel became deadweight far too heavy for a human to possibly lift..

Al-an had once insisted that in such a situtation he fully expected her to abandon him there and find shelter, a suggestion the panicked researcher found utterly obscene!

Again she tries to yank him from the shore only manages to lift his back leg before her muscles scream in pained exhaustion.

Around her the forest was alive, more alive then she had ever heard the dead world…

Chittering and hisses, the impossibly load rustle of grass, things were still alive out there and yet Robin doubted they belonged to the gentle world her architect had helped create.

It wouldn't be long before they found her, but how could he just expect her to leave him like this?!

Time had little grip on precursor's but she had seen their mortality laid bare, and there was no way in hell she was leaving Al-an to die out here!

Suddenly a chilling cry rose above the forest, drowning out the Symphony of life.

Then and there Robin decided.

She was going to have to bury him…

#al an/robin #robin ayou #robin/al an #al an subnautica #al an #al an x robin #Sbz #Planet marighettis #ASAAPS #i mean its not too bad. Dogs bury their important stuff all the time!#In the woods for a final dance

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nxght-shxft · 2 months

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Go into the wooda call that penis mysterious

penis various penis hilarious

#nxghtshxft asks #psys asks ❤️#scp oc alignment asks

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crissiebaby · 10 months

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“Ellie, you in here?!” shouted Connor as he entered the nursery, his expression flatlining as he only found Stacy and Riri sitting apart from each other. After scouring the house for nearly twenty minutes, he was beginning to lose hope of finding the rambunctious Little on his own. He looked to Stacy, hoping to get this over with sooner than later, “I don’t suppose you’d at least tell me if she’s in here or not?”

Smirking, Stacy had no intention of telling Connor anything. “Sowwy Connow! Chus jus missed her. I fink she went dat way?...No! Dat way fo suwe,” she said as she sat atop the changing table folding herself into a new diaper, “Oh, I hope chus don mind, by da way. I wooda asked my cawegivew but he was noticeabwy missing for whadevew weason.”

Riri, on the other hand, was more than happy to help. She set down the doll she was playing with and jumped up from her seat before rushing over to tug on Connor’s sleeve. “I didn see her come in here,” she said, earning a glare from Stacy, “Buh I can hewp wook if chus wans.”

“Um…sure. Thank you, Riri,” said Connor, deciding that if he was going to deputize one of the Littles, at least Riri would be the best option, “You check around the living room and the kitchen while I take the bathroom and the basement.” With a plan now in motion, Connor and Riri fist-bumped, ready to regain control of the Palace.

Unfortunately, not all were pleased with the way the evening was developing. “I-I wanna hewp wook too!” shouted Stacy, leaping off the changing table and running over to stop Connor from leaving the nursery, “Ewwie wiww come out if she heaws me. Chus’ll lemme hewp, wight Connow?” She wiggled her phone in her hand, drawing Connor’s eye toward it.

Stopping as Stacy leaped in front of Connor at the nursery door, Connor groaned, his patience reaching its endpoint. “Riri, can you give Stacy and me a moment?” he said, his voice devoid of the typical, upbeat energy he possessed.

Reading the room, Riri cleared out without another word, not wanting to be caught in the crosshairs of what was sure to be an eventful face-off. “I’ww just go wook fo Ewwie,” she said, scampering off toward the kitchen.

Left alone with Stacy, Connor backed away from the door, linking his fingers together and draping his arms over his neck as he let out the world’s heaviest sigh. “This has to end, Stacy. For two months, I’ve let you take advantage of me. You were careful at first, but you’ve become a tyrant whenever Latasha isn’t around,” he said, his stoic tone causing Stacy’s smugness to melt away, leaving behind a sadistic scowl, “So…I’m going to tell Latasha what’s been happening when she gets home. The dirty diaper, the blackmail, all of it. The only reason I’m not telling her now is that I don’t want to ruin her trip.”

In the back of his mind, Connor wasn’t certain if he was bluffing or not; uncertain how Latasha might react to him keeping such a humiliating secret for months without telling her. Though it didn’t really matter if he chickened out in the end. So long as Stacy backed off, who cared if he was lying?

“Ugh! That’s so lame!” yelled Stacy, dropping her lisp as Connor’s declaration completely threw her out of character. Unless she thought of something fast, not only would the fun idea she had for this evening be down the drain but her control over the Padded Palace moving forward would be greatly lessened. Luckily, if Stacy was anything, she was quick on her feet. If Connor wanted to confess, there was no way she was going to let him stave it off until Monday, “W-Well, since you’re gonna tell her anyway, why don’t we just tell her right now together? And before you say it could ruin her weekend, I can assure you it won’t. If anything, being at CrissCon has probably only put her in a more dominant mood.” She began drafting up a text to Latasha, keeping an eye on Connor as she hoped this would scare him into bending the knee once again.

Falling into Stacy’s trap hook, line, and sinker, Connor’s eyes went wide as his heart skipped a beat. Having only just decided to potentially come clean to Latasha, the idea of confessing in the immediate future was enough to break him. Acting on pure instinct, his hands moved forward on their own. “D-Don’t!” he yelled, attempting to snatch Stacy’s phone from her hand and put an end to this once and for all. Sadly, Stacy’s reflexes, while not anything to write home about, were still fast enough to prevent him from fully grasping the phone. However, she was unable to stop him from impacting the phone entirely, his hand knocking it free from Stacy’s grip and sending it flying across the room.

Reacting instantly, Stacy shoved Connor back before turning and making a break for the phone. Unfortunately, in her haste, she failed to spot the doll Riri was playing with lying motionless on the floor. As her foot made contact with the doll, it created an uneven terrain, sending her tumbling to the floor.

This gave Connor the opening he needed. He sprinted into action, racing toward the exposed cell phone. He wouldn’t make it far, though, feeling a pair of small hands latch onto his ankle as he ran past Stacy’s prone body. Soon, he found himself face-planting on the carpet much like Stacy did, his hand slapping the ground only a few inches from the edge of the phone.

Stretching his fingers toward the mobile device, Connor gritted his teeth as he wiggled his legs around in hopes of dislodging Stacy’s hand. This had the unpleasant side effect of causing his jeans to slide downward, exposing his pink pull-ups to the nursery air. He didn’t have time to care about that right now, though. If he could get to that phone before Stacy and delete the photo, this whole nightmare would be over.

Meanwhile, Stacy wasn’t about to give up her newfound control without a fight. She got up onto her hands and knees and began slowly crawling up his body, pinning him down with her body weight as she inched toward the phone. “Admit it! You-GAH! …You’re just like the last guy Latasha brought in. Just another pervert getting off on everyone here!” she said, climbing fully into Connor’s back which felt more like a mechanical bull with how hard he was trying to throw her off.

“I don’t know…what you’re talking about!” shouted Connor, his confusion over Stacy’s claim quickly being pushed to the wayside to attend to more pressing matters. Having barely made any progress toward reaching Stacy’s phone, he decided to switch tactics, twisting his waist right as Stacy’s head entered his peripheral view and attempting to push her back.

Since neither Connor nor Stacy were very good at physical confrontation, their brawl wasn’t impressive in the slightest. Between Stacy getting the upper hand by being on top and Connor’s slightly superior strength, the situation had left them stalemated. As a result, they both ended up tangled up in each other’s arms, unable to move in any direction without one of them giving in. And tragically, neither of them seemed like they were planning to give in any time soon.

“L-Let go of me, you dumb diaper baby! It’s not like a baby brain like you would even know how to use it!” said Stacy, hoping that she could throw Connor off with some vicious mockery.

Shaking off Stacy’s wholly ironic argument, he scoffed as Stacy’s words only compelled him to dig his heels in more. “That’s funny…last time I checked…you were the one wearing an actual diaper!” he said, struggling to verbalize his comeback thanks to being compressed by Stacy’s body.

“W-Wuh awe chus two doin?!”

Suddenly, both Stacy and Connor froze as they heard Riri’s voice from the other side of the nursery. They slowly turned their heads toward her, spotting both Riri and Ellie in the doorway. “H-Hey, you found Ellie…that’s…awesome…” said Stacy sarcastically, feeling the control she had over Connor slip away as his newly found diaper fetish was now on display for the whole Palace to see.

Unsure of where to look first, Ellie and Riri’s eyes shifted between Stacy and Connor’s in-progress scuffle, the exposed pull-up that was peeking out over Connor’s jeans, and the cellphone that was just out of reach with a very incriminating photo of Connor on it. Their jaws dropped as their brains worked overtime to process so much new information all at once. “Why…wuh…when…” stuttered Ellie, failing to come up with a proper question to help clear up her bewilderment.

“I think you left out where, how, and who,” said Stacy, making a light joke over the fact that Ellie was too stunned to formulate a full sentence, “Don’t worry, I’m sure Connor would love to explain. Right, Connor?”

Focusing his thousand-yard stare on the words “Skye was here” that Skye had lovingly written on the side of her crib in crayon, Connor was too in shock to even look at the other girls, much less say anything. He slowly lowered his head to the floor, knowing that the authority that he had worked so hard to cultivate as a caregiver over the past two months had evaporated in one cruel moment.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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berdly-epic-gamer-9000 · 1 year

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Don’t die, It’z wut the cdz wooda dun-👾

UGH, you again! What are you talking about now?? What the hell do you mean cdz????

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sebisrotten · 7 months

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I havent been posting in a while, ive been deep in the hole.

I never write much really, but tonight i feel like a bit

Been working on a pretty big wall painting commission, that kinda goes a little off my usual style in a sense? [ being the subject im painting its the deity ganesh ] im nearish the end of it and its been good becouse for a while they've been giving me a room to be in.

Living in a house in winter now feels weird, im used to be either in a tent or in some kind of squat or abandoned building really.. for a ling time now ive been living in a abandoned lectric tower without windows nor a door, water or electricity in the middle of the woods, and that was my house last winter too. I wished so much for a house and warmth and i just used to live at the bar that was a punk community of pilgrims like me.

But now

Its.. like i cant stand to be in this closed walls anymore. Im still in the middle of the wooda in the nothing in a village so small and so abandoned there is 7 houses in total. Yet.

Feels tight

And i dont understand why i feel like this.. why am i not happy to be in the warmth for once? And just .. crave the cold uncomfortable memory of where i was. Toxic environment of self isolation yet forcing myself to be around, all the days ive spent in those long tall walls of the tower on a moldy mattress smoking on silver just to make the time pass to be able to sleep

Ive been completely clean here. Painting, i can have a shower when i want, hell, i can even eat fresh food from the garden for free

Im being as lucky as ive ever been for the past years really

im not happy

I got sick for days with fever not being able to psint much but still be there painting something

But not for the passion

But for .. finish it? So i can go away

I can go

Ive been looking a lot a this little metal box i have where i have inside the burned foil from my past smoking

I feel tired looking at it, i dont want to go bsck to it, i dont want to face really my problems either tho

Ive faced a lot this years

Ive done my best

So much ive destroyed myself as much as i could, thinking more to not hurt anyone else anymore

Still i do it, still i try not to and learn

Still im tired

I dont know where im going with this really anymore, i could go on and on for days with shit, but i guess i just need to let it out somewhat, it doesent matter if snyone reads it or in the end i just wnd up deleting this or not posting it

It feels good to let it out there

Its like screaming in the void posting on the internet

Ive been wanting to make a comic, or like to continue, or maybe post my old ones but for how much i want to do i always manage to do only rhe half of it getting occupide in surviving and or the opposite really

My hands hurts now i think im done, before i cant move them anymore for days, fucking EDS is a pain in the ass when you gotta paint

#vent #im sorry #here couple of pics to forgive me

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