#creepypasta comfort
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eyeless jack x reader comfort? that would be really nice
Jack was never any good with words, always toeing the line between being introverted and just downright antisocial. So, when he walks into the shared bedroom, only to find them curled up in a blanket burrito surrounded by snot-and-tear filled tissues and darkness, he freezes. Part of him considers slowly and silently backing away to prevent making their situation worse, but that option was off the table when they looked up at him and sniffled. Sometimes he cursed his eyesight, foggy and more confusing than helpful ever since the incident, but in that moment, he was grateful. He knew well enough that they were hurting, and though his dark heart was icy cold, it belonged to them more than it did him, and so their pain was shared. He knew that if he could clearly see their red, puffy, tear-streaked face, it would only hurt him more. Slowly trotting into the room, he sat beside them, and gently repositioned them. With him now resting against the headboard, legs stretched out towards the foot of the bed, they were laid on top of him, their head on his chest, the rest of their body curled up like a cat resting on its master's lap. When he had made sure that they were comfortable, waiting for them to settle down after readjusting themselves, he began to make a low, guttural vibration and noise, practically a purr. Though he hadn’t done much studying on his own functions past basic first aid, he figured that with how similar it was to purring, that it must have similar calming effects on those around him. And so he laid there with them, not saying a word, simply purring and rubbing their back in long, drawn out circles, as they cried, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of their head. When their tears had come to a stop, his ministrations on their back slowed, and softly, he spoke up.
“You wanna talk about it?” Their response would have been nearly inaudible if it weren’t for his heightened senses.
“Not right now.” Taking a minute of silence to think, he held them, then spoke again.
“‘S there anything I can do?” Their response was muffled, as they had turned their face into his chest, pressing so hard against him that he was convinced they would have clawed their way inside of his ribs if they had the ability to.
“Just keep holding me like this please.”
“Sure, Sweetheart.”
#eyeless jack#creepypasta#ej#eyeless jack x reader#ej x reader#creepypasta x reader#eyeless jack imagine#ej imagine#eyeless jack drabble#ej drabble#eyeless jack fluff#ej fluff#eyeless jack comfort#ej comfort#creepypasta imagine#creepypasta drabble#creepypasta fluff#creepypasta comfort
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[Slenderman comforting someone, hugging]
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Slender likes to say he doesn’t pick favorites. If anyone ever asks him, he’ll always say that he values everyone in his mansion the same, that he loves them all equally, however… When you’re sitting at that dining table, it’s so easy to disprove those claims.
The way he sets your plate and silverware down with such care, the way he always prepares your favorite meals, makes sure the fridge is freshly stocked with your favorite drinks. It doesn’t matter if you’re seated beside him, or any one specific resident at the table, his eyes are always on you, filled with such joy to have you there.
Your visits are the ones that bring him the most joy.
Whether you’re his employee today, or perhaps you’ve chosen to be his lover, or maybe you’ve taken the popular route of viewing him as a father, he doesn’t mind. Each and every one of you is different in how you view him, but he always views you as his favorite.
You come to him for comfort, you come to him for humor, you come to him for happiness, or to spice things up. When you’re sad, or when you’re lonely, when you’re feeling weak and crumbling to the weight of those troublesome voices in your head that tell you horrible things that aren’t true, and he’ll always be waiting there to dispel those voices for you, to remind you how wonderful you are, and how needed and loved you are. He’ll always have a warm drink and a delicious snack waiting, a comfortable blanket kept in his office just for you to wrap yourself up in. He’ll always have a new work story, or a tale about one of the others, anything to bring about a hint of a smile on those wonderfully unique faces of all of you.
When you get a victory, when you pass your tests or get that job, when you finally manage to get out of bed and eat something, or remember to drink some water. When you finally laugh for the first time in a few weeks, or go a whole day without a hint of sadness, he’s right there beside you, cheering you on. He adores you so much, and regardless of why you’re paying him a visit, he’ll always be there to welcome you with open arms.
Even when you’re not even running through those mansion doors to see him. Perhaps you’re here to play games with BEN, or you’re choosing to take care of Toby for the day, or you’ve finally decided to see what it’s like to pay Jason a visit and let him care for you for a change. His arms are still open, still welcoming you into the mansion, whether you’re going out for coffee with Jane, or here to spend time goofing off with Jeff forgetting the world, it doesn’t matter to Slender. So long as you walk out those front doors feeling better, feeling even a bit happier than when you entered, he’s at peace.
When he can hear your resounding laughter amongst the group and crowd of the mansion, when you’re happily bundled up next to your chosen partner of the day, he’s always blessed to see you. He often wonders, what have you chosen today? Have you searched for angst, or fluff, or comfort? Why have you chosen a new person to read about? What draws you into them? Does this new resident make you just as happy as your comforting favorite you’d always turn to on those lonely late nights curled up in bed? Do they treat you well? He hopes they do. He hopes that no matter where you’re finding the words your eyes are skimming over that you’re happy to be in their company.
Or, maybe he’s not greeting you at the door. Maybe he sees you in passing as you run down the busy streets in the Underworld towards Zalgo’s castle. He always checks in with him, to make sure he’s treating you well on these days, that you’re doing alright, and of course, Zalgo always reports back that you’re being well taken care of. It makes his heart happy to hear that.
He hopes you’ll visit him again soon. He’s content to know you’re happy living out whatever idea your brain has come up with, whatever you’ve requested to have written or stumbled across in your endless hours of scrolling. He just hopes you don’t forget him, and that you’ll stop by and say hello. He’s taken care of you all these years, and he misses you.
For some of you it could be months, for some of you it could be a decade, but the time doesn’t matter to him. He’s stood beside you and watched you grow, watched as you’ve stumbled and watched as you’ve stood back up, and that brings him more joy than he can say. There are times where you don’t visit for a few days, or weeks, or months, or years. You move on to new places to visit, different people in different worlds, and that’s okay. That’s okay, so long as they take care of you and cherish your company in the same way that he does.
He just wishes you the best, in everything, and he wants you to always remember that. No matter how much time passes, you’ll always have an open seat at his dining table, wherever you want it, so don’t be shy, and remember that you can always stop by to greet him.
He’s always ready at those marbled double doors, waiting for them to swing open so he can greet you with a hug yet again, just like he always has.
#I was feeling very meta with my writing#I wanted some fourth wall slender comfort#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta x reader#slender mansion mayhem#slenderman#slenderman headcanon#slenderman headcanons#slenderman x reader#slenderman scenario#creepypasta scenario#creepypasta scenarios
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sneet snort, I'm a dork
Bad Mr. Glutton.
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Bonus; bad bunny, go with the rest towards your doom.
Laughing jack will forever be my comfort character <3
#creepypasta fandom#I call out to any creepypasta fans#Hear my plea#Creepypasta#Creepypasta art#Laughing jack#Laughing jack fannart#I'm only tagging so much because creepypasta is so dead#I need to find the fans. I need to reach out to who's still here#I hope this reaches my target audience#TwT#<3#he's my comfort character
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it's kind of funny when they're both actually very down to murder.
#harlowe putting way too much effort into a shit post more at 7#just taking a quick break from requests Im back at it now#my art#candle cove#skintaker#the skintaker#creepypasta#a hat in time#ahit#ahit snatcher#snatcher#if your comfort character isn't a terrible undead man who torments children is it really a comfort character?/j
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i love the comfort character meme so much
#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta#artists on tumblr#art#creepypasta art#creepypasta fanart#marble hornets#jay marble hornets#marble hornets art#marble hornets fanart#marble hornets fandom#jay mh#mh jay merrick#jay merrick#garfield#garfield meme#art meme#comfort character
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Who’ll Stop The Rain?
Tim Wright/Masky x Gender Neutral Reader
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Genre: Comfort, fluff, slight angst but nothing heavy, not explicitly romantic
Summary: The thunder rouses you from a nightmare-filled sleep, and in your distress you run to Tim for comfort
Content/Warnings: None really, reader has nightmares due to unspecified trauma but nothing is explicitly written, Tim is a little emotionally constipated but does his best, no explicit romance.
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You nearly jump out of your skin when the screaming thunder rips you from your fitful sleep. You sit up so fast you almost fall out of bed, your jaw hanging open like you’re trying to cry out despite no sound leaving your throat. Your chest is heaving so fast you start to choke on your breath. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, and even longer still for you to remember where you are.
Do you recognize this place?
Home?
This isn’t home.
No. Not quite.
A home, yes, but not your home.
The TV is still on.
The wallpaper is still peeling.
The shag rug is still discolored.
You know where you are.
You look around for a second, taking in your surroundings and making sure your assessment was correct. It’s like a flood of memories coming back to you in an instant, and for a second it’s almost calming. That is, until you get to the part that made you so afraid in the first place.
The nightmares have been pervasive for weeks now. You’re not sure why. It’s some sort of episode you think, one of these days it’ll stop, but it’s been wearing on you. You’ve hidden it from Tim as best you can. You don’t want him to worry, that’ll only make you feel worse, and usually it’s easy enough to shake the thoughts from your mind.
Usually.
But this time it’s lingering, an unwanted guest meandering in the doorway for an uncomfortable amount of time, like dirty smoke permeating everything around it and yellowing the walls with its horrible malodor.
God, it’s everywhere.
You squeeze your eyes shut, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face in them. It’s a feeble attempt to calm yourself, to stop the images of your nightmare from flashing in your mind over and over again, but it does little to help.
The thunder cries out again and you yelp in surprise, the harsh noise cutting through the static buzzing taking over your mind. It irritates the pounding headache you can feel coming on. You’re exhausted, only being kept awake by the obscene amounts of adrenaline being pumped through your veins.
God, it won’t go away.
There are just some thoughts that can’t be forced out no matter how hard you try. They can’t be pushed away or covered up or cut out of you. You can only wait until they dissolve on their own, but right now they feel like a cement block weighing you down from the inside.
The headache is coming on faster than you thought, and you wince under the pressure of pins and needles in the back of your head.
God, it hurts.
You can’t stay here.
You can’t stay in this room.
It’s like the walls are closing in on you, the darkness barely shrouding their approach.
It’s not safe here.
You need Tim.
He’ll know what to do.
You jump from your bed and tumble to the floor, not even taking a moment to acknowledge the pain as you thrash your way out of the covers tangled around your ankles. You barely manage to stumble to your feet, slamming into the doorway as you flee the room. It stings, but you don’t care.
You’ve forgotten all pleasantries or manners as you burst into Tim’s room, slamming the door open so fast the knob rattles from the impact. Tim jolts awake with a grunt of surprise, and for a moment his hand jumps to grab the revolver he keeps in the dresser drawer. He only fumbles with the handle for a moment before he blinks a few times and pauses. He squints at you, tilts his head, then sighs in both relief and annoyance.
He collapses back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes.
“God…dammit, kid!” He groans, and you feel a pang of guilt that’s quickly washed away by the flood of tears stinging your eyes and burning your throat.
You rush to his bedside, collapsing against the mattress and gasping for air as you try to collect yourself. You try to breath in, but the air is forced back out of your lung before you can take a meaningful breath. You choke out a pitiful cry of Tim’s name, but with the old TV being the only light in the room and his vision still blurry with sleep he can’t see the distress that’s evident on your face.
He turns over onto his side, brows furrowed in annoyance and a hint of a scowl on his lips.
“What do you need, kid?”
You don’t get to answer before the thunder comes down again, making you flinch and forcing a surprised noise from your mouth. Tim turns and looks out the window, sighing and rolling his eyes.
“Is it the thunder, huh? You scared, kid?”
“Yes,” You finally choke out.
He pauses, his expression instantly shifting to one of concern. He scrambles to sit up, making room for you on the bed.
“Okay, okay,” He says softly, “Come on, get up here, I got you.”
You claw at the sheets as you climb up into bed with him, your hands immediately finding his body and grabbing onto his shirt. You pull yourself into him so desperately he almost falls over, barely managing to catch himself just in time to keep you both from going down.
He’s almost as frantic as you are, large hands fumbling with you as he clumsily pulls you onto his lap and into his chest. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, your fingers clutching the back of his shirt so hard your knuckles are getting sore. It hurts, but you can’t let go. You hiccup and your breath stutters as you fight for air.
“Hey, hey,” He whispers, trying to keep you still against him without crushing you, “Are you hurt or anything?”
“No,” You answer, not relaxing your grip for a second. You feel Tim nod.
“Okay, okay. What’s wrong, kid, what’s got you all worked up?” He asks. Hopefully you can’t hear that little shake in his voice.
“N-Nightmare,” is the only reply you can stutter out, but it says enough. It strikes a nerve somewhere deep inside of Tim’s being, and it hurts like hell. He knows what it’s like to wake up screaming, terrified and alone.
You’re not alone, though. Not this time. He won’t let you suffer like that.
…But god, he is so bad at this.
He loves you with everything he’s got, but he can count on one hand the amount of times he’s come right out and said it. It’s embarrassing for him, that’s all, the words taste contrived and sticky in his mouth and it’s just unbearable. It’s not something he can make himself do.
What else can he possibly say?
He ponders that question as he keeps you against him, almost afraid to let you go. He can feel your hot tears soaking through his thin night shirt now. He doesn’t know how to stop them. He’s always suffered alone, he doesn’t even have a frame of reference here.
Think, dammit, think, Tim.
He won’t tell you everything is okay. It’s not, it never will be, and he’s not going to lie to you.
He won’t tell you to stop crying. It’d be a horrible thing to ask of you, full stop. Christ, at this point, you deserve a good cry.
He won’t stay quiet. It’s completely out of the question, he has to say something, and it has to be the truth.
He has to tell you the truth.
“…You’re safe with me, kid,” He sputters, trying to get the words out as fast as possible, “You’re safe, I ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you. Not ever.”
You go quiet for just a moment, like you’re surprised to hear that. Then you hiccup and suck in a harsh breath, and the sobs roll in once more. He sighs and starts to rub your back in smooth circles.
“Whatever’s scarin’ you, kid,” He mutters in your ear, “I won’t let it get you. Nothing‘s gonna get to you while I’m here. You can sit here in my lap all night if you want, I ain’t lettin’ you go nowhere ‘til you feel safe.”
As he talks, you slowly start to calm down. It’s gradual, but when he stops talking your hiccups and sobs have gotten just a bit quieter. Your grip on his shirt has loosened a little, too.
You believe him.
God, you really do believe him.
And for some reason, that’s the most amazing thought that’s ever crossed his mind. You really do trust him to keep you safe.
He plans to keep it that way.
He adjusts you in his hold just a bit, moving to lean back against his pillows. He tightens his grip a bit just to keep you from moving. He doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to get away from you, he just wants you both to be comfortable.
Both of his hands rest on your back, slowly sliding up and down as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Your body shivers against him, the heaving in your chest starting to level out bit by bit as you catch your breath. He can feel your lungs expand and contract with each breath.
He reaches up to scratch the back of your head, his other arm wrapping around you. He listens intently as your voice quiets until you’re silent, and then the only thing he can hear is your steady breathing.
He just sits there for a minute when he realizes he’s actually managed to calm you. He’s almost impressed with himself. In any other universe, that was probably a disaster.
His hands still and move to rest on your back once more. He doesn’t feel the need to keep you held so tight now. You’re not going anywhere.
Are you even awake?
He turns his head to look at you, and you stir a bit in response. He quickly turns his head back so as not to wake you if you are asleep. He’s not going to get up until you are.
He sighs softly to himself, his eyes turning back to the TV and whatever trashy sitcom he fell asleep too a few hours ago. He doesn’t really care. He won’t be up for much longer. Now that the adrenaline has worn off the exhaustion is quickly taking over, not to mention the warmth and comfortable pressure of you laying on top of him is more relaxing than he’d like to admit.
He’s only just allowed his eyes to flutter shut when he feels you stir, and suddenly they fly open again. He stays still, but alert. You’re not having another nightmare, are you? Shit…
He tenses as he listens to you, watching your movements carefully. You don’t seem upset, at least not yet, but that can change in an instant.
He’s ready to hold onto you if you freak out. He’s thinking about where he last left the first aid kit, just in case. He’s wondering what he’ll have to say this time if he can’t bring you down again.
But then you go still.
And you’re quiet.
And you’re breathing steadily.
And everything’s okay again.
Then Tim flinches as an unexpected mumble of his name falls from your lips, and he turns to look at you in surprise and slight concern.
“Yeah, kid? What is it?”
He gets no response.
Your eyes are closed. You’re asleep.
Thank God.
He huffs at his own anxiousness before laying his head back again. He pats your back softly, and his eyelids are starting to feel heavy again.
“You know what?” He whispers as he reaches to pull a blanket over both of you, “I’ll ask you in the morning. Sweet dreams, kid.”
#marble hornets#masky#tim wright#masky x reader#marble hornets tim#marble hornets x reader#tim wright x reader#marble hornets fluff#fluff#gender neutral reader#comfort#marble hornets headcanons#masky headcanons#tim wright headcanons#masky x gender neutral reader#creepypasta x reader#nightmare comfort#creepypasta fluff#angst with comfort#angst with fluff
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#mario madness v2#mario madness#mario madness fnf#horror mario#fnf turmoil#turmoil#mario madness gb#GB#mario exe#llustration#artists on tumblr#comfort character#art work#art#digital art#digital illustration#creepypasta#mario#super mario
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my comfort characters doing the comfort character thing
left is yesod of lobotomy corporation fame
right is toby rogers from creepypasta fame
#doodles#digital art#ibispaintx#yesod lobcorp#yesod#creepypasta#ticci toby#toby rogers#lobotomy corporation#comfort character#the sillies
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Comfort Characters (Waves 1-5)
ENA (Season 1)
Kirby
Hello Kitty (Sanrio)
My Melody (Sanrio)
Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)
Oggy (Oggy & The Cockroaches)
Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)
Hex (FNF)
Soft BF (FNF: Soft)
Orbulon (Warioware)
Mario.EXE (Mario.EXE/Mario's Madness)
MX (Mario.EXE)
SCP-049 (SCP)
SCP-999 (SCP)
Rayman
Hex (FNF)
QT (FNF)
Nikusa (FNF)
Rascal (FNF)
Rosalina (Mario)
Luigi (Mario)
Count Bleck (Mario)
Tippi (Mario)
Boo (Mario)
Zavok (Sonic)
Chao (Sonic)
Orbot (Sonic)
Cream (Sonic)
Cubot (Sonic)
SpongeBob SquarePants
Slenderman (Creepypasta)
Splendor Man (Creepypasta)
Lulu (Creepypasta)
Lost Silver (Pokèpasta)
Father (Kids Next Door)
Monty Uno (Kids Next Door)
Jaune (Spooky Month)
Skid (Spooky Month)
Robert (Spooky Month)
Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)
Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)
Little Miss Sunshine (Little Miss)
Little Miss Shy (Little Miss)
Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)
Ragdoll (DC/The Batman Series)
Question (DC)
Sayori (DDLC)
Jigglypuff (Pokémon)
Darkrai (Pokèmon)
Snatcher (Hat In Time)
Grim (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)
Bread Mother (DHMIS)
Electracey (DHMIS)
Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)
Edd (Eddsworld)
Meta Knight (Kirby)
Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)
Eri (MHA)
Bubble (BFDI)
X (BFB)
DangerGrid of Doom (Skatoony)
Moxxie (Helluva Boss)
Bendy (Bendy & The Dark Revival)
Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)
Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)
Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)
N (Murder Drones)
Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)
Papyrus (Undertale)
Toriel (Undertale)
Majin Sonic
Mad Hatter (DC/BTAS)
Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)
Maurice (Kids Next Door)
Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)
Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)
Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)
Hanazuki
Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)
Sam (Trick R Treat)
Scar (Alien Vs Predator)
Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)
Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)
Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Harley Quinn Series/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Arkham Knight/Arkham Asylum/Injustice 2)
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Sarvente (FNF)
Wall-E
EVE (Wall-E)
Grogu (Mandalorian)
Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)
Zardy (Zardy's Maze)
Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)
Needlem0use
Luther (Needlem0use)
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)
Blitzø (Helluva Boss)
Collin (Helluva Boss)
Ms Joke (MHA)
Tsuyu Asui (MHA)
EteleD (Wii Deleted You)
Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)
Duck Guy (DHMIS)
Red Guy (DHMIS)
Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)
Taki (Friday Night Fever)
Lord X (EXE)
Curse (EXE)
Hog (EXE)
Hypno (Pokemon/Pokèpasta)
Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)
Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)
Pusheen Cat
Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)
Pump (Spooky Month)
Spot The Dog
Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)
Jevil (Deltarune)
Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)
Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)
Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)
Sun (FNAF)
Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)
Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing Paralympics Mascot)
Meilin Lee (Turning Red)
Abby Park (Turning Red)
Zazz (Sonic)
King Shark (DC/Harley Quinn Series)
Mugman (Cuphead Show)
Perrito (Puss In Boots)
Meggy (SMG4)
Moon Knight (Marvel)
Mama (Cooking Mama)
Alice (Pokémon)
Alicia (Pokémon)
Eevee (Pokémon)
Tari (SMG4)
Secret History Tails (mashed)
Poppet (Moshi Monsters)
Capt Squirk (Moshi Monsters)
Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)
Gary (SpongeBob)
Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob)
XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)
White Hat (Villainous)
505 (Villainous)
PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)
Iris (Pokémon)
Pipsqueak (The Lorax)
#comfort characters#ena#kirby#pokemon#sanrio#batman the animated series#batman arkham knight#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#moshi monsters#crash bandicoot#bendy and the ink machine#eddsworld#don't hug me i'm scared#chikn nuggit#doki doki literature club#creepypasta#pokepasta#hat in time#grim adventures of billy and mandy#happy tree friends#cuphead show#undertale#deltarune#wii deleted you#needlemouse#murder drones#henry stickmin#friday night fever#friday night funkin
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Toby !!
A little practice with proportions :]]
#hes so sillyyyy#i love him to bits#comfort kin#creepypasta#creepypasta art#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta fandom#ticci toby#ticci toby art#ticci toby fanart#creepy art#art#fanart#artist#artists on tumblr#slenderverse#slenderverse art#slenderverse fanart
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Hi I hope you’re doing well! ^^
I saw that your requests were open and o was wondering if you had any hc with L.j with a chubby/plus size fem reader who’s really insecure about their weight and how they look 24/7 nsfw or not, it’s totally okay! ^^
I’m dealing with severe body dysmorphia right now and I feel like I keep getting worse.
I love your writing so much and the way you write everyone, and I just wanted to say to keep the amazing work!💕
Feel free to delete it if it’s not something you’re comfy to write for! I’d completely understand
As always, stay safe and remember to hydrate <3
Pretty Lady
Cw/female reader, angst, fluff, insecurities, comfort, SFW, body image issues, food/eating/weight mention, this post is a bit longer than my other ones, because I personally wanted to write it
Laughing Jack x fem! Chubby! Reader
Hey nonnie, I know how difficult it feels to not belong in your own self, especially when it comes to weight. I know how repetitive the ‘your beautiful!’ comments can get, even if they are absolutely true. So I’ll just let you know that I wholeheartedly hope that you find happiness with yourself, that you find contentment with yourself. This is something I wish I heard in my times of trouble. You are completely free and valid to feel however you feel, but please know that there is always something beautiful in the world waiting for you.
Jack is such a tender hearted fool for you
His soul is wrapped around yours in an everlasting hug, and he’s forever grateful you chose to keep him around
What confuses him at first is your sudden reluctance to accept the little hard candies he makes specially for you
Jack tries to think of the reasons why you’d reject his treats, perhaps you have developed a new taste?
To his surprise, when he goes to your room to ask about it, he discovers a saddening scene
Clothes scatter your bedroom as you sit on your bed in your pajamas, crying into your hands
Your breathing begins catching, which takes him from his trance as he reaches to stroke your back and press you against his comforting form
“Dearie? What's the matter? Are you hurt?”
Jack will wait as long as you need to, letting you cry it out as he gently presses kisses to your temple
His hands wrap themselves around your soft midsection as he sweetly coaxes you to lift your head up to meet his eyes
As you explain your worries to him, Jack feels whatever leftover heart he has begin to break
Tears speckle his eyes as he looks at you, his hands that rest on your waist begin shaking a bit as he speaks up again, seemingly soaking up all your pain
"But beloved...there is so much more to love about you...you mean so much more to me than your gorgeous appearance."
Jack holds you in his lap, and whilst being mindful of his claws, traces the features of your face, whispering little complements as he kisses you gently
Throughout the next couple days, he'll distract and uplift you with various services and simple delights
He'll cuddle you in your sleep, preferring to spoon or hold you against his chest as he shares little stories and anecdotes
Jack has seen almost 200 years of beauty standards flying in and out of style, and he knows they matter for nothing
He'll assist you in small self care activities throughout the next couple days, like long bubble baths and painting your nails
these activities bring you closer together, and he just basks in your presence
"Being around you is an honor, my love, something I've been blessed with."
He practically worships you, treating you like the beautiful woman you are
He loves it when you show off your outfits for him, a little fashion show where you two parade around in ridiculous outfits, laughing at one another and toppling over in each other's arms
Jack loves you, all of you, including your body. He finds you deeply attractive and he wants you to see that too.
#reader insert#fanfic#fanfiction#fem!reader#female reader#headcanons#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack#chubby reader#creepypasta x chubby reader#fluff#comfort#hurt/comfort#comfort fic#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta headcanon#clown#laughing jack headcanons#laughing jack creepypasta#angst to fluff
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maybe jeff and toby with a self insecure reader with stretch marks and scars all over their body? gn would be good ♡
Jeff the Killer and Ticci Toby with insecure reader!
➥ Hi love!! Remember that you are way more than your body and you deserve love not matter what you look like (im talking about self love and love from others)!! Take care and be kind to yourself🫀 >:3
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Jeff the Killer
Its pretty strange for Jeff usuall persona, but he gets it. His body is damaged (to say it nice); lots of scars, burns..well, you feeling insecure isnt weird for him. He knows that sometimes our self perception is cruel. We are our number one haters and as cheesy as it sounds, its pretty much true. So Jeff will limit his usual teasing and not-so-nice comments towards you. Even if it was only in jokes, then he would hate the thought that he had made you feel even worse! He is your boyfriend after all, his job is to make you feel good and happy! So as soon as he notices that you kinda..hate yourself, he lets himself be more vurnable around you. Even if he is asshole half of a time, then he can see that you need him. Jeff isnt the best when it comes to words, he doesnt want to make it worse, so you will receive small praises and lots of touches! Pretty much kisses your scars, he kiss all your body, all the places you dont like about yourself becasue you mean a lot to him!! Isnt as scared to show you affection in public, becasue he is proud that you are his! And if there is one thing that he want in this world, then he wants you to not be in pain because of what you look like.
Ticci Toby
Toby is a vurnable lover comparing to Jeff (or actually comparing to anybody).He has some scars too, and they are part of him - each one has it own story, even if its something small or silly. Stretch marks? Well, sure. Most of human beings have them, so does he. People does have imperfections, so why would he think of you any less? Its not something unusual. Toby likes to think of you in a way 'you are made from all this little things, some might be better than others, but its still you' - pretty simple, huh? Boy cant imagine not liking you becasue of things like scars or stretch marks. Its pretty normal to him, but he wont belittle your insecurities. He is and will find you perfect no matter what. Its not like he is unhealthy obsessed with you, no, he is well aware of your flaws yet he still finds them beautiful. Yes, you have scars and stretch marks, but are you aware of how your eyes lit up when you smile? Or how your hair is messy when you get up in the mornings? Your sweet giggles when he tells something silly? Toby finds it absolutely cute! Someone may seem your 'imperfections', but do they know your favorite type of tea? Or which scene in the movie make you tear up? Your favorite socks? Yeah, he doesnt think so. Toby sees every little detail in you and it only makes him love you more! Overall, you will recieve a lot of soft touches (he treats place you dont like about yourself with special love) with tons of compliements!
˚ ✦ . ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚. ✦ ˚
#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#jeffrey woods#jeffrey woods x reader#ticci toby#ticci toby x reader#tobias rogers#tobias erin rogers#tobias rogers x reader#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#headcanon#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta fandom#comfort#slasher#slasher x reader#horror#toby rogers#crp#fandom#wholecircus#requests#requested
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Sore. || EJ x Reader. You took a pretty big fall on a mission, and it's got Jack worried about you.
“How are you feeling?” Jack’s voice is level, but you can sense the concern and worry in it regardless as he bends over you.
“I’m fine, honey. I promise.” You try to assure him, but he doesn’t believe your words. He settles down next to you in bed, holding you close and staying by your side so he can monitor you.
You’d taken quite the fall during your mission yesterday, and Jack has been on edge since it happened, worried that something more serious could’ve happened to you, especially with all the bruises becoming visible on your skin.
“I’ve got nothing to worry about with a doctor like you by my side, Jack.” You whisper into him as you curl up into his chest.
Laying on your back has grown too painful from the bruising and soreness settling into it, so you’ve been spending the majority of your time curled up with Jack to comfort you. His arms circle around you, extremely gentle and careful as he pulls you closer to him, trying not to cause you any more pain than you’re already feeling. You can feel the anxiety seeping out of him, his body tense in concern. You make a weak attempt at massaging his back as you hug him, and it settles him out of his thoughts enough to curl around you.
“I promise I’ll be okay. I already feel way better than yesterday.” You soothe him with a few kisses to his temple and he can’t help but sigh into you.
“I just wish I’d been there to save you. To prevent it from happening.” His voice is unusually quiet, and it makes you hold him tighter.
“But if you hadn’t caught me you would’ve just blamed yourself. You’ve already done so much for me honey, you got me all patched up and checked out, and you’ve been taking such good care of me.” He wants to argue with your words, but he finds himself unable to.
He knows you’re right. If he had been on that mission and failed to prevent your fall he would’ve just blamed it all on himself and gone into another spiral of self-loathing which wouldn’t be helpful for either of you. Jack just can’t stand the thought of you being so hurt, especially when it’s a work injury. He knows you’ll be fine, all of your vitals are great and your pain is decreasing as the days pass, but his anxiety just won’t leave him.
Jack curls further into your arms, and you grasp onto him tighter, stroking his hair affectionately as time passes you both gently. You’ll be okay, you both know it, but you also know that Jack’s greatest fear is losing you, and a fall like that is going to have him scared for a little while. He’ll do his best to care for you, though, just as he always does, and you’ll eagerly accept his care and repay him with all the love and affection you can give him, just as you always do. Jack moves to press some affectionate kisses to your lips, trying to force his love and emotions for you into them. You return them in kind, sighing as you melt into his body, his hands gently roaming your skin, avoiding all your majorly sore spots. He doesn't know what he'd do without you here, loving him the way you always do, and he doesn't want to find out.
You’ll just have to get used to Jack’s developing penchant for trying to increasingly make your work gear more and more safe, to the extent he asks you if it would be unreasonable to add a punch of padding and bubble wrap to your work uniform. He says it out of love and concern, he promises.
#I fell down the stairs yesterday and I am writing this for some comfort#got a sick ass giant bruise that looks like a tank on my back now#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta scenario#creepypasta scenarios#eyeless jack scenario#eyeless jack#eyeless jack headcanon#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack headcanons
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SON AND ONE OF MY FIRST COMFORT CHARACTERS!!! (He one years old :3)
(Plus a little extra thing at the bottom :3)
@zol1x DING DING DING UR ART IS HERE EAT UP
If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Do not put my art in any ai or repost it as your own work. You are free to use this as a pfp as long as you credit. Any like or rebblog is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin
#god I have such weird comfort characters#You have weird characters you want to fuck I have weird comfort characters that would make you concerned#Anywho MY SON!!!!!#i lobe him#GRRAAAAA#sorry I'm so crazy over him#creepypasta#creepypasta ticci toby#creepypasta toby#ticci toby#tobias erin rogers#I really do not care about the proportions in this😭#off topic but I'M SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING ABOUT THE RECENT GI UPDATE!!!#I've been super busy and I still need to finish 4.4😭
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Comfort drabble with Masky/Tim
AN: This one goes out to my babygirls with seasonal depression and everyone struggling rn
Tags/warning: Talk of not eating, Tim smokes a cig BOOOO, depression, the usual rock bottom type shit, hurt/comfort, fluff, gn!reader
Word count: 519
As a leader, Tim is quick to notice when it seems like someone’s slacking off, which is what he initially thought was happening with you until he noticed your once cheerful personality turn sour.
After one particularly gruesome mission, he knew it was time to talk to you. You’d been practically emotionless all week, and you’d only ever left your room for missions and a meal once or twice a day, sometimes not at all. That’s what irked him, you not eating. Everyone needed to be on top of their game during missions, and he knew if someone wasn’t eating or sleeping enough.
He watched as you trudged to your room, nearly closing the door before your name was called. “Y/N, we need to talk.”
You paused, you knew something was wrong and now Tim knew. You turned around to face him, clearly looking worried, scared even.
Tim’s once stern demeanour changed. He shifted his mask to the side, his now softened expression shown only to you. He motioned for you to follow him and you obliged, making your way to the balcony outside.
Leaning on the side of the railing, he spoke. “What’s wrong? And don’t lie because I’ll know.”
He reached for the box of cigarettes and took one out as he waited for you to gather an answer for him. Finally lighting the stick he looked up at you, smoke exiting his slightly parted lips.
You tried to say something, but nothing came out. A few more attempts to explain how you felt were made, but you couldn’t get past the first two words.
“I honestly don’t know.”
A slight tremble accompanied your words and soon you felt the familiar feeling of your throat closing up and your eyes stinging as hot tears slowly trickled down your cheeks.
Seeing you like this, not even being able to communicate what’s wrong absolutely broke Tim. His face contorted into a frown as he took off his mask completely, gently setting it aside. He wasn’t entirely sure how to comfort you, so he simply waited for you to look up at him again. His arms opened the moment you looked back up at him, and you quickly buried yourself in his chest.
You felt one of his muscular arms wrap around your shoulder, and soon a hand in your hair, gently stroking it. The air was soon filled with the sounds of your quiet and muffled sobs and the occasional “Shhh, it’s alright.” that escaped Tim’s lips.
You may have felt like a child, but the feeling of having someone’s arms around you was possibly the greatest comfort you’d felt in a long time. Everything about him seemed to comfort you. The smell of tobacco and dried blood, the feeling of his old and worn yellow jacket, and the sound of his reassurances. Your senses were filled with nothing but him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You felt Tim shift slightly and soon his lips placed a soft kiss on your forehead, so gently you might not have noticed. “I’ll always be here for you, kid.”
#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#marble hornets#masky#masky x reader#fluff#comfort#hurt/comfort#tim wright#tim sutton#tim wright x reader
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