A little too obsessed

Your writing style is poetic and grotesque while managing to communicate so many complex feelings in beautiful ways. You also give these characters so much depth and interest that they feel like real, tangible people. I could sit here and ramble on about specific lines and chapters I enjoyed the most and why, but I feel like I'd just be here all day somehow listing off every line and scene in the entire series. (And I don't want to make you read the essay that it would inevitably be.)

I worry a lot that authors I enjoy don't feel validated enough by kudos (maybe thats just me though) so I try to leave them encouraging messages when I can. Please never stop writing! You're awesome!

Word Count: 4214

Fandoms: Creepypasta, Slender: The Arrival

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Kate Hayes, Eyeless Jack, The Guides, Brian Thomas, Toby Rogers

Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Nudity/Intimacy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Technical Caretakers, Mild References Gore, Poisoning Aftermath, POV Multiple

Summary:

Everything in the room stops as Kate’s eyes flicker open, yet unseeing, pin pupils flicker around the ceiling. From its space on her pillow, the puppet watched as Jack dropped his flannel in the bowl of water and leant over, a whisper of her name on his lips. There was no recognition in her eyes, not even when they seemingly landed on what should’ve been a familiar face. “Lauren…?” Whistles through dry lips, a voice dry and cracked, much hoarser than her voice usually sounded.

Word Count: 3730

Fandoms: Creepypasta, Slender: The Arrival

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Characters: Kate Hayes, Beth Hayes, Lauren, Eyeless Jack Slenderman

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Mentions of Cancer, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, No Explicit Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt, Blood and Injury, Mild Gore, The inherent trauma of not being allowed to die, Kate has a bad time, Dream Sequences but they're not really dreams.

Summary:

Kate forced her eyes open once more, looking at Lauren above her, and she tried to ignore how the space behind her head seemed to shimmer, shifting like a worm wriggling beneath the earth, leaving a disrupted path in its wake. It lasted for as long as she could keep her eyes open. Everything disappears when her eyes close. The solidness beneath her, the gentle warmth cradling her skin, Lauren. All that remains is that stubborn light, always too far in the distance. Was it a star? Her mind struggles to find a word for it. A star, her star. Could she touch it? Maybe… Maybe she could try. But it never gets any closer, as if kept away from her by a force she could never put her finger on.