ITWCP

I have a lot of stuff going on in my life rn see 😅 It would help me a lot if I could get some extra cash in, especially if I want to get out of my current situation. But I don't want to get my hopes up and open commissions only for no one to care. Also I have p@ypal now! So everything there should go easy. ^^ my rates would be my usual 500 words for $5 stuff, nothing fancy, up to maybe 2k words with exceptions. No smut! That would go on the other blog...

Ao3 mirror coming soon

I know you’ve all been waiting for this. I hope it’s everything you’ve wanted. I won’t lie, I’m nervous about posting this, it’s been so long… Let me know what you think in a comment or ask please! And don’t forget to reblog if you’re comfortable!

TW: implications of noncon but nothing explicit and nothing actually happens

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Outside, the night settled, the air blanket thick and full of insects. A pregnant moon rose over the manor, dragging itself between the stars. Toby had parked his ass on the front porch, waiting for Fury to return. Hoodie and Kate were going over the plans again. Beastie and Skully cooked dinner, and the smell of cornbread and venison jerky gravy made Masky’s stomach rumble. But he didn’t move from his spot. He sat next to the door in the main room, on the floor, cleaning his knives. It was as close to their prisoner’s cell as he dared to get.

Sharp claws clicked on the wooden floor, coming from the back of the manor. Masky didn’t look up.

“Toby’s looking for you,” he said to the black mass as it crossed the corner of his eye. “He’s on the front porch.”

Fury let out a whuff, continuing her walk down the hall. From the corner of his eye he saw her tail twitch. A second later, it smacked him in the face.

I finally got to this-- I'm so sorry anon it's been like a year

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"Toby," Kate snapped, "Shut up and give it back!"

The other proxy grinned, his body blocking the door and the sunlight streaming through it. He tossed the pear up and down, his smile growing wider at the way Kate and Skully glared at him.

"Gonna make me?" He taunted, cocking his eyebrows at them.

"If you're bored you've got a list of jobs you haven't done in two weeks," Skully said. He adjusted the bucket of fruit in his arms. "Go be useful - or bother anyone else."

"No fun in those jobs, there's no one to kill," Toby said, scraping the stem of the pear down his cheek. "And you two are my favorite after Masky…"

"You're making a nuisance of yourself," Kate said.

"As usual," Toby said, tossing the pear between his hands. "You expect anything less of me?"

"Get out of the way, Toby." Skully stepped towards the door.

Toby jerked towards him, and Skully flinched back. The younger, but stronger, proxy snickered.

"Gonna make me?" He taunted again. Neither responded. "I didn't think so."

He sunk his teeth into the pear. Gagged. He dropped the fruit and spat the uneaten mouthful on the floor, exposing the old brown flesh beneath the otherwise healthy looking skin. Covering his mouth, Toby walked past Kate and Skully and shoved his mouth under the sink faucet.

Kate and Skully looked at each other with small, smug smiles.

"You should know better than to eat compost fruit, Toby." Kate picked up the bitten pear.

"Why did you think we were trying to stop you?" Skully tilted the bucket to let Kate drop the old fruit in. "Idiot."

Toby spat out a mouthful of water into the sink and glared. "Fuck you!"

Sketch, ink, messy coloured and i guess shaded bust art will be on it. For now though, if you want to commission me, my prices are:

Sketch: 10$ USD

Ink Lineart: 15$ USD

Coloured/Shaded: 25$ USD

Extra Character: 5$ USD

Won’t draw: Heavy gore, full bodies, complicated characters, hands(ugh) and sexual NSFW

Examples are below:

DM me if you’re interested!

His Paypal information is: [email protected] Or Xcannibal/paypal.me

I may open commissions again to help him - for now, if you donate $5 and send me proof, I will write you a small thing, up to 500 words, of the topic of your choice. Has to be creepypasta or Marble Hornets, I’m not familiar enough with any other fandoms right now, and it can’t be smut or hateful towards RL groups. I will do ships and OCs, however.

TW: Discussions of homophobia, angst Ships: Jam Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Ao3 link

If you like this, please leave a like, reblog, or send me an ask! It encourages me so much. 

He could already tell sleep wasn’t happening tonight.

Tim sat with his legs dangling out the side doors of his van. His fingers ached for a second cigarette, but he’d reached his personal limit for the night. If he smoked again, he’d run out before dawn, and that was as bad for his health as rescuing people. He was the prize of a race between death by cancer and the Operator. However his life ended, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

He’d parked in the outer edges of a Walmart. If he’d planned on sleeping, he would’ve gone inside, bought a few things, let the manager know he was hanging around for the night. But this was just another stop in a road trip that never ended. One way or another, tonight he’d get back on the road, and drive until his body had enough.

But where would he go? Up north, or east, towards Alabama?

Basil: Who do you hate, and why?

"Who do I hate?"

A tree groans in distress. The Tall Man is motionless. Around him, the leaves tremble on their branches, as if caught in a murderous wind. But it's a quiet day. The air is humid and stagnant with rain that will never fall.

"Who do I hate..." The Slenderman shifts, sways, like the trees around him. In one movement, he bends down, his breath rustling the hair of the asker.

"Who don't I hate? Not my errant children. Not my loyal soldiers. Not my father, not my people, not my brothers in arms."

"But oh, I hate."

His fingers reach up. The pale claws, with no distinction between flesh and nails, trace over mortal flesh.

"You don't need to hear me discuss everything I hate. You just want an example, don't you? One single figure out of all the millions I have despised. You ask so much from me, mortal. Even a god has trouble making a decision sometimes."

He pulls away, blood on his fingers. The Slenderman flicks the red away onto the thick grass.

"Just one? Just one..."

Straightening, he locks his arms behind his back.

"You'd expect me to say Zalgo, or that snake of a demon. But I can surprise you yet. So let me tell you a secret."

His tendrils flare up over his back. They twitch and flare along with him, shuddering, twisting, a violation of nature as he moves, rage eating through his body.

"Humans."

"I. Hate. Humans."

"Every last fucking one of them."

"If I could devour them all, every mistake of flesh and bone that walked the earth, it would still do nothing to appease the black fire that scorches within me. Nothing my children have ever done can compare to the blurring creature of rage that fills the void of my body. I want nothing more than to tear apart the very life force that exists within them until they unravel on a level humans cannot even comprehend through science--"

It stops.

The trees go quiet. The leaves lay still. The tendrils vanish quicker than a blink. All that's left is the Slenderman, the Sadist, with his hands covering his face.