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Can I have kiss hc’s for Bloody Painter if you do him c:

of course!

i also did relationship hcs after if you dont mind <3

his lips are VERY soft and plush

he's so gentle and sweet while he kisses you like omg

likes to kiss your neck, collarbone, cheek, lips and forehead <3

plays with your hair while he kisses you

sometimes slips a bit of tongue if you like that

bonus: relationship hcs

always giving you art pieces and doodles

always holding you while your together/hanging out, hugging you, kissing you, holding your hand

calls you adorable pet names like; dear, love, sweetie, lovebug, etc <3

sends you messages like appreciation paragraphs

also sends you memes involving animals and hearts he thinks their cute

always telling you he's there for you, and its really reassuring and nice to hear because its just so sweet.

likes to do your hair when you cuddle with him; braids, pigtails, basic stuff like that but its still awesomee

speaking of cuddles, he likes to spoon you, he can be the big spoon or the little spoon

he also likes to lay his head in your lap if you'll let him

likes watching horror movies with you even when its not halloween, he really likes them lol.

hope you liked it! <33

HEYYOO TAKE THIS AS A MINI SPOLER @/delucat

I'm a new drawing, can you please support me?

Normally I was going to post this on the bloody painter's birthday, but it took too long. So ge birthday gift. happy birthday bloody painter

@delucat for u :3

hey people who like wallace wells

this your boy?

I kinda wanna make sfw and maybe a little (not a lot) of nsfw stories for everyone but not specifically fem reader because people write a lot and tag x male reader under the tag but it's fem reader explicitly. So I'll do requests. I'm in these fandoms currently.

Obey me!

Twisted Wonderland

(Especially azul he's my favorite character)

Star wars

Hazbin hotel (don't get me wrong I know aroace people do have platonic and romantic in their relationship sometimes but it's mostly to satisfy their partner. But 100% no smut for alastor,nifty and the eggboys. Also not for Charlie and vaggie either sorry)

Call of duty modern warfare

MHA (only writing for the adults in mha nsfw I swear if someone ask for a bakugou smut I'll soccer punch them 😭🙏) (only sfw for the class 1-A and toga..

Creepypasta. (If yall ask for toby and Jeff it's the new toby that's an old man and Jeff as in Jeff hodek. Not no emo teenager. But I will do emo teen Jeff woods in SFW.) (But I don't know why I need to say this but NO OFFENDERMAN LIKE??)

Marble hornets.

Undertale. (Only sfw)

DC: so bat children, batman, Clark kent, etc.

What I will do: smut, fluff, NSFW (it doesn't just mean smut it also means gore) angst, child reader, if you want the reader to have a mental disorder you struggle with and get comfort by the direct character/s you say, wholesome.

What I won't do: rape, pedophilia, age regression (Im sorry I just don't feel comfortable writing it), somnophilia, basically anything bad and criminal.

What I'll do if it's a TW (I will warn you at the beginning if it's a TW thing.)

what I won't do: fem reader. If you're a fem reader you can read the stuff that has gender neutral on it though. But not trans male reader or AMAB reader.

What I will do: amab reader, trans male reader, nonbinary reader,

creepypasta headcannons

their favorite food?

Jeffery hodek:I would assume cherrie pie

Liu hodek: peanutbutter crackers

Tobias rogers: seems like he'd like pizza or a good cooked hamburger

Nina the killer: hamburger helper

Ben drowned:shrimp pasta

Eyeless jack:I headcannon he was a vegetarian when he was alive and well not a whole ass demon maybe tofu or like salad.

The puppeteer: he didn't have one, not picky.

Helen otis: they were that picky friend who only ordered chicken and fries out to eat.

Candy pop:cotton candy

LJ:lollipops

[IMPORTANT] Tim and Brian are NOT creepypastas but I'd assume Tim would like slim Jim's and Brian would like original potato lays chips

Jason the toy maker: didn't he live I nthe 1800s? I don't remember him much but I'd assume fish and chips.

Nathan the nobody: over easy eggs and hashbrowns.

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Favorite color?

Would say every color in the rainbow: LJ,Candy Pop, jason the toy maker

Would say red, orange, yellow,: ben drowned, Liu hodek, puppeteer, Helen otis,

Would say it like that one vine black like my soul: ticci toby, Nina the killer, Jeff hodek

Would be fucking normal or something and just say I like blue I guess:eyeless jack,Nathan the nobody.

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Favorite class back in school:

Music:puppeteer, candypop,lj,.

Math:Liu hodek,Nina the killer

Art:,Helen otis jason the toy maker.

History:Jeff hodek, ticci toby, Ben drowned.

Gym:Nathan the nobody

Science:eyeless jack.

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RAGFHHH zero + hobo heart redesigns

(also join my friends creepypasta rp server gets on my knees https://discord.com/invite/v7h8jqyD )

Could I get some HCs for the creeps celebrating Christmas 🎄?

You sure can! I love Christmas~

Creepypasta Christmas headcanons (OLD)

-Like Halloween and other holidays, some Creeps don’t care for Christmas.

-But others, however?

-They love Christmas.

-Before December even starts there will oftentimes already be a large tree in the middle of the living room, wreaths on doors, and other Christmasy decorations thrown around the Manor.

-Just don’t ask where they got all of the said decorations.

-Seriously. Don’t.

-Much like Thanksgiving, Christmas used to be a big thing for Jeff and Liu’s family, but now that everything has changed, both boys try to mostly avoid the holiday, as it brings back bitter memories.

-EJ just doesn’t really care, LJ doesn’t acknowledge it, Clockwork’s mostly just “meh” and Slenderman is wondering, “why...”.

-But for Cody, Sally, Jane, Zero, Helen, Brian, even Toby and sometimes Tim, it’s a time of year to momentarily forget all of your problems and live in the moment.

-BEN just likes it cause there’s food involved.

-Jane and Brian will make Christmas dinner, Sally and Cody decorate the Christmas tree, Helen paints and hangs up festive pictures, Zero, BEN, and Toby are the personally-assigned taste-testers (they also help decorate the rest of the house), and Tim wanders around making sure nobody breaks or burns down anything.

-Secret Santa is definitely a big thing between these nine Creeps, and even though they can’t really get anything nice and they only have the houses of their victims to choose things from, they still appreciate the efforts. 

-They have this tradition that they just kind of created where, on Christmas eve, they’ll all sit in a circle in front of the fireplace, and share funny past stories with each other while eating candy canes.

-Usually, almost none of them enjoy the other’s company but around Christmas, they can always loosen up, temporarily put up a truce and have fun, which is something they rarely ever experience thanks to their lifestyle.

-It’s especially bizarre for Zero and Helen, as both of them are very anti-social, reclusive people, Toby only hangs around the other proxies, and Tim is just... “a stick in the mud”, as Clockwork would call him. 

-Brian was actually a very religious person, and though he had to drop most of his beliefs after he was made a proxy, he would never give up Christmas, as that was the one time of year all of his family would come together and celebrate. It gives him a familiar, warm feeling in his chest and he wishes it could be like it was, before.

-The Creeps always feel a little more human during the holidays since it gives them a bit of relief from all the stress on their shoulders and allows them to enjoy themselves. Slenderman doesn’t really mind this, just as long as they’re not causing trouble and are getting their jobs done properly.

Happy birthday, me! 

I’m feeling good today, and because I love Bloody Painter but have yet to make anything about him...

Bloody Painter Headcanons (OLD)

-Helen is one of the more anti-social Creeps in the Manor. He often stays holed up in his room, sometimes not even coming out for days at a time. 

-As you can imagine, he is very artistic and can create up to five paintings on a good day. 

-His art is something he holds dear to him; it gives him a sense of peace and comfort that he lacks anywhere else, so he is very protective over them and would likely get angry if anyone were to touch or mess with them.

-His paintings are amazing. If you ever saw one you would see the raw emotion hiding within, how much care he put into it to get every little detail correct, how much love must’ve been in his hands when he created it. 

-Though, as much as he loves to paint, that doesn’t disable him from doing other things, too.

-For example, he likes to play around with sculpting clay figureens. He’s actually gotten very good at it- his most recent creation is a miniature reindeer. Gotta get into the Christmas spirit, right?

-He does well at writing, too, even if he only does that when he’s feeling particularly fatigued and can’t bring himself to paint. 

-He has written several short stories- all of which are very well-made and could compare to some modern best-selling books- and had them stored in a drawer that he specifically uses for paper, ink for his typewriter, pencils, etc..

-In fact, he has a place in his room for all of his things, whether it be a canvas, paint brushes, paint, anything, really. 

-If you were to step into his room you would see a disorganized mess, but he calls it “functional chaos”. And it is, indeed, chaotic, but he manages so I guess it’s all good.

-Never, and I mean never, attempt to clean his room for him. I don’t care if your excuse is “I just wanted to help him”, and he doesn’t care either. He would probably have a full-blown panic attack if he walked in and his room was actually organized and clean.

-He is prone to anxiety so it’s safe to say that wouldn’t help him very much.

-Like, his room was fine the way he had it. Why would anyone change it??

-He gets along with nobody in the Manor. He finds everybody obnoxious to be around and frankly a waste of his time.

-He can tolerate Hoody and Jane, but as for the others?

-They better stay away from him.

-Even lil Sally, but then again she’s also a kid and he never was very good with children.

-He gets agitated easily, especially if somebody is making fun of his name. 

-”Y’know, last time I checked Helen was a girl’s name. Unless you had a sex change. What’s the matter, Helen? Were you not happy being a girl?”

-Though he never gets physical with anyone (except for his victims, but that’s pretty much a given), and he rarely gets verbal. He’ll just try his best to ignore the pest and reside to his quiet, calming room to let his emotions out in the form of art.

-He only eats when necessary, and because he doesn’t use up much energy while he paints or sculpts or anything else, he only eats once or twice a day. Sometimes he’ll wander downstairs to the kitchen, though most times he pulls out one of his MREs and snacks on that.

-Helen is such a quiet and reserved person that the other Creeps commonly forgets that he even exists.

-Like, they’ll suddenly see him walking around the hall and be like, “Oh right, I forgot about him.”

-He doesn’t really care though.

-If nobody thinks about him then he can’t be bothered, right?

-His mind is oftentimes too preoccupied to think about having a companion. 

-He almost never thinks about how lonely he really is, but when the topic does come up, yeah, sure. It would be nice being in a relationship. But he’d be too busy to properly maintain it, besides, wouldn’t it be kind of pointless?

-He just knows nobody would be interested in being his girlfriend, though, even if he was interested. Mostly cause he doesn’t know anyone that endearing.

-He can be pretty apathetic at times, even seeming harsh and impatient. But in all honesty, he’s one of if not the most patient Creepypasta. You have to have patience to do what he does.

-He’s also pretty nice, once you break his barriers down and become his friend.

-That’s an accomplishment within itself, lemme just say. 

-But once you’ve made your way into his life and become important in his eyes, he is very loyal and somewhat protective.

-It would definitely be a surprise to him if you were to show interest in him, platonic or otherwise.

-He really doesn’t know it, but he does need some affection sometimes. But he’s too stubborn to admit it, even if he did know it.

New Year’s Resolutions (OLD)

Jeff: Stop killing quite as many people. Maybe narrow it down to eight murders a week.

Liu: Get a stuffed koala bear that looks exactly like the one he had when he was a kid, and name her Kelly.

Sully: Find and insult Jeff at least 5 times a month.

Toby: Get his nightmares about Lyra under control.

Helen: Try out encaustic painting techniques.

Zero: Prank Kage without getting caught.

Jonathan: Dye his hair blond.

Kagekao: Prank Zero without drawing suspicion.

Cody: Find somebody who cares about him.

Natalie: Change up her wardrobe a bit.

Jane: Beat Sully at five or more chess matches in a row.

Brian: Try to convince Slenderman to give him fewer lethal (for other people) missions.

Tim: Become stronger mentally.

Sally: Save more children from abuse.

Jack: Hold off his cravings for as long as possible.

Candy Pop: Make as many hybrids as he can\Stop himself from making more hybrids.

Slenderman: He just wants to control and kill people.

Headcanon (OLD)

There are only a handful of Creeps that actually feel remorse for what they do and are empathetic with their victims, unless they deserve it, of course. These include Brian, Tim (not to be mistaken for Masky), Toby, Jane, Liu, and Jack. 

The others either are incapable of feeling empathy, like Jeff for example, some just don’t think about it, like Helen and Cody, and others just don’t care, like Zero and Kagekao. Slenderman is just a bitch and couldn’t give less of a crap about it though.

Hi! Good whatever-time-of-day-it-is-for-you!

If you‘re okay with it, I‘d like to ask for a matchup ^^

I‘m a 18 years old female, about 171 cm tall and have a rather athletic build. I‘m probably at about 22% body fat and am working on lowering that to about 18%. I have brown eyes and long, dark blonde hair. The thing I like most about myself are most definitely my eyelashes (dark and long) and my arms.

So much for the physical part.

As for my personality, I‘m currently at a point, where I have to figure out again who I am. Over the last few years I‘ve forced myself to submit to expectations of other people around me. Get good grades, lose weight, always be productive. And now that I have reached pretty much all „my“ goals I realized how meaningless they are to me.

The only good they now do is that they give me a good foundation to actually be myself again.

I love the feeling of freedom. Being able to do whatever you want to, being able to not do whatever you don’t want to do. I‘m a dreamer, love to write and trying to express feelings. Ironically enough, I‘m still not good at showing when I‘m hurt. What I am good at though is comforting others: my friends tell me that I practically radiate security, trustworthiness and kindness. My parents say that I‘m reliable, intelligent, disciplined. I have no idea if it’s true, but there must be something to it, because I make friends easily and people quickly tell me about what worries them, what they fear, bad experiences. I also have a cat, which is probably my biggest emotional support.

But then there’s this other side of me. Due to extreme childhood trauma, I still deal with anger issues, hallucinations and depression. While I‘m pretty disciplined now, a few years ago it was normal for me to beat my classmates up (which of course resulted in bullying, which made my anger issues more severe,… and so on). By now I just do Karate to be able to take some of that wrath out.

I‘ve also became more quiet in the past few years. More sad. But that’s also not me. I want to use my freedom, gained from my driving license, gained from my graduation, gained by overcoming attachment issues. I‘m lighthearted. I walk towards people with the expectation of liking them. I can forgive, am empathetic - and I want to be like that towards myself now too, even if I still have to practice. Just like I have to practice trusting other people again.

Aside from that, I love philosophy - science in general (especially psychology and neurosciences though). I‘m also interested in politics: not because I want to be right, but because I want to help as many people as I possibly can - and try to protect nature. And if there is one thing I‘m sure of about my personality - it’s my curiosity. I want to know. Know everything. Search for the line beyond which human understanding cannot reach.

I‘m sorry for any grammatical errors (English is not my first language) and about how much of a mess this is. But at least it represents the chaos in my mind at the moment.

Thank you in advance!

(And I really like your style of writing :3)

Have a great day, I hope you enjoy this even though it's late~

I match you with...

Helen!

If there is anything that Helen understands, it's being held to high expectations. All throughout his childhood and his early teen years, he was forced to eat little to maintain an "acceptable" weight, upheld to a certain reputation, had to do particular activities that he just didn't want to be any part of, and that was all due to the fact that his parents didn't want him, not really. They wanted a daughter, not a son, which is why he had to succumb to nearly impossible societal standards that typically only women must endeavor.

He supports you fully in your journey of self-discovery and spiritual satisfaction and will assist in any possible way that he can manage. He's so happy that you've realized that you can be your own person and don't have to be someone others control. He had to figure out who he was too, after all - it's a topic that's rather familiar to him. But you certainly don't have to go through this alone like he did.

This may not come as a surprise, but Helen is a pretty big dreamer, himself. Actually - a lot of his inspiration surfaces from his imagination. He's happy that you enjoy writing, because he does, too! Creativity is one of the most attractive traits in his eyes, and he will read whatever you may write (if you will let him, of course!) and give you his thoughts and praises on it. Sometimes, the two of you sit down in his room and he goes about painting while you write or anything else silently, and he loves it. Your very presence is calming to him, and he just finds it easier to concentrate if you're in close proximity to him.

It's no secret that Helen is a naturally shy and anxious person, and he was hesitant to let you in at first. But once you had somewhat of a friendly relationship established, he crumbled under your sweet words of reassurance and opened up about his past, his insecurities, his interests, etc., and he wouldn't have done this if you didn't have his complete trust. Your consoling, motherly nature is something he finds so endearing, and he feels he can come to you for anything - he can only hope you feel the same about him.

Helen has never really been a cat person, but he gets along surprisingly well with yours! He'll even let it sleep on his lap while he reads a book and absentmindedly strokes its head. Funnily enough, his ferret likes your cat too, but then again, she is a rather curious thing, so she probably doesn't know any better.

He sympathizes with your inner turmoil and frequently offers to be your vent, your shoulder to cry on should you need one, as the last thing he wants is for you to keep all of your negative emotions bottled up inside of you before they inevitably explode. He's also asked if you'd like him to train with you to provide emotional support and suggested some alternative techniques to expressing your anger in healthy ways. He's told you about his method, which often includes either writing in a journal or making his feelings come alive with some paint, brushes, and a canvas. It always makes him feel better.

If you will let him, he will trek to the ends of the earth with you to help you satisfy your curiosity, and enjoys your endless questions as well as when you voice your most guarded thoughts to him. It makes him feel special, that you share what you're feeling, what you're thinking, with him. He would dive into the deepest searches by your side to uncover life's biggest questions with you and would do so with an excited smile on his face. He craves to see you joyful about something, anything, and it brightens his day.

Helen isn't extremely physically affectionate, but he likes to play with your hair and kiss the top of your head softly. He thinks you're beautiful, inside and out, despite the demons that you're fighting with, and would go to any length to prove it. 

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.

They would be friends I think

My other post w them is making rounds so heres the designs I work with

Helen Otis, AKA Bloody Painter, was born in 1980. He should be about 44 years old by now.

behold! all of the murder horses that guard my books!

Guys, this is not just a novel. This is a novella with secrets, riddles and mysteries. My friend and I spent three hours looking for all the information, but we did not find the most important thing

There were various codes and inscriptions. Not without the help of people in the comments, we were able to find information about Helen. My friend even found his phrase "Hello there:)"

Sorry about my camera, but I didn't want to retake it because I was so damn tired. We found everything except the password for the boot file. We found the doctor's notes, Helen's diary, but nowhere did we find the solution to the password.

My friend and I tried very hard. @dumbhomestump with her help I found this information

@delucat !!! PLEASE!! GIVE ME THE PASSWORD!! WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS IN THERE!!!