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crushedsweets · 2 months

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Apple of my eye;🍎 Bonnibel Hayes, Farnbury's resident granddaughter

childhood, present day, innerworkings, appearance, & artwork

NOTHING BUT THE REPLAY; Childhood

♡ Bonnibel Hayes was born and raised in San Francisco, California. Every summer, she was sent to visit her grandparent's apple orchard in Farnbury, Alabama

♡ But Bonnie is haunted. Literally and metaphorically. The orchard skirted around that mysterious forest. Being the only child nearby, the ghosts of the forest clung to her throughout her adolescence

♡ Some ghosts were sweet to her. Singing lullabies and swiftly closing her windows on cold nights. But most were cruel, having been victims to that thing residing in the woods. Some nights, she'd wake up to a mangled corpse looming over her and an intense pressure against her throat. She began to deteriorate.

♡ Only days after her 10th birthday, Bonnie had been several nights without sleep and days without food. The ghosts that wrecked her body urged her to the forest

♡ Grabbing her papa's trusty hunting rifle, that sick little girl stumbled into the forest. She swung the gun around, screaming and begging to be relieved of these ghosts, until she was silenced by a woman as ill as herself

♡ Bonnibel's cries couldn't compare to her wails. Not even when the slender-sick woman charged at the little girl, tackling her to the ground and blasting obscenities. Bonnie couldn't beat her screams

♡ What was Bonnie expected to do? Thrown to the floor like that, gun in arms and barrel pressed into the woman's gut? Frail fingers reached for the trigger, and...

♡ Bonnibel found herself at a water pump that night. Rusty and red, she put her whole weight just to fill that bucket of icy water and dump it over herself. Scrubbed at her white dress, stained with guilt and sin. Picked the dry blood beneath her nails and prayed it would all melt away

♡ Not even a week later, Bonnie was on a flight back home. She didn't return to Farnbury for five years

♡ She didn't seem to get it. Five years later, she went back into that forest and put her friends at risk

WASTE OF A GIRL; Present day

♡ Bonnie's aunt, and grandparents main caretaker, went missing in October 2007. Consequently, in January 2008, Bonnie moved to help around the orchard and her aunt's "Apple Antiques" shop

♡ She starts as the only employee, working from 9:30-4pm Monday-Thursday

♡ The ghosts still follow her around, but after a long absence, they don't harass her so much. But long, bony fingers still linger down her spine

♡ She didn't get involved with that damn investigation until she realized all of these people were experiencing the same things as her. Maybe in different ways, but the relief she felt knowing that maybe, just maybe, they can get rid of their problems together

♡ She gets almost pushy about it. She'll send texts, ask to hang out, constantly bring the monster up. It's not until a month or so goes by and she realizes she just likes to be around this crowd

♡ Bonnie melts into Summer. Basks in the sunlight and adores the new friends she made. Things are starting to get better, and this is the first Summer in a long time that she thinks it's going to be okay

♡ She couldn't imagine anything going wrong, not when all her friends want to get better, too

LEAVING ALL THE LIGHTS ON; Innerworkings

♡ Bonnibel's nice, to put it simply

♡ Catch her in the right group, and she's bubbly beyond belief - filled with giggles and shakes and joy

♡ By choice, she is an optimist full of life. Against her will, she's usually in a bit of a daze. Her nerves run wild and awkwardness infects her. It's like she's in a trance. Hypnotized and wondering what to do next

♡ Bonnie is rotting from the inside out with guilt.

♡ She's stubborn and often frustrated, but any form of consequence has her quietly subsiding. She'll complain to her grandma, though

♡ She's regrettably Type-A, with a longing to be Type-B. She tries to practice patience, relaxation, and flexibility, but her ambition, anxiety, and stress-levels make it difficult

♡ Bonnie feels like awful things are an inherent part of her being. Bad luck and ghosts have rooted themselves inside of her, but the second she catches a sliver of light, she clings to it

♡ Bonnibel loves life. She loves joy, and friendship, and green grass, and blue skies, and warm brownies, and soft cats, and antique furniture, and vintage clothes, and smile lines, and all things good

♡ She just wants to enjoy everything. If an opportunity presents itself, she's chasing it

♡ Right now, that opportunity is this strange group

SICK OF ALL THE NOTHING ON YOUR FACE; Appearance

♡ Bonnibel stands at 5'1. Her shoulders are pushed back, but her chin is brought down. She poorly feigns confidence with her posture, until you notice anxious fingers picking at the hem of her clothes

♡ Bright, ginger waves cascade to the small of her back. Bangs awkwardly frame her round face and do nothing to hide foggy, blue stares

♡ Her skin is almost translucent and ghostly, with visible veins wrapping all along her body. She's spotted with freckles and brown moles. Her digits are always blushed and icy

♡ Voice like sugar. Grainy, but sweet. She's excitable and stammers her sentences out

♡ She's usually dressed in neutrals. Browns, whites, blacks & denim, lace, and leather. Baggy jackets and flannels, miniskirts and crop tops, boots and nylons.

THE EXTENT OF ALL MY WORTHLESS RAGE; artwork

#bonnibel hayes #creepedverse #crv #creepypasta oc #sweetart #bonnie crv #crv bonnie #creepypasta au #crp au #crp oc #i am literally never nervous posting my art until its bonnie #literally shaking n trembling n kicking my feet HAHA

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benilos · 3 months

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@creepingspores @weepingwriter 3 am doodles cuz we decided to insert twitch into their ocs' group

#skull talk #kid art #ethan murphy #carnifex #quieres?#creepypasta oc #crp oc

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yvezwiebel · 1 month

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Hey punks 😈‼️ check out my sweet kicks 😈‼️

(They kick you into city streets and steal your monster energy drink you bought from 7/11)

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc #creepypasta original character #crp fandom #crp oc #crp #NE0N #creepypasta characters #don’t ask me for their backstory #because I don’t even know it yet #theyre like if a wet cat wore techwear

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benji-woodside · 1 month

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#creepypasta #crp fanart #crp oc #creepypasta oc #creepypasta art #judas crp #my. my oc #creepypasta fandom #hes the mc of that fanfic i posted #myart

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insomniac-shado · 14 days

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Wonder who they yappin about 🤔

MARCELINE BELONGZ TO @angelwowings !!

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creepedverse · 2 months

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🌲 — ASK CREEPEDVERSE !

x. our asks are currently: OPEN

xx– Who can I ask?

You can ask specific CRV characters, the mods, or send in general questions for everyone to answer.

The cast currently includes: Bonnie, Dia, Tobin, Tali, Nico, Tommie, Joy, Shannon, and Scout. (You can find more about them on our account under the #crv (name) tag)

xx– What can I ask?

You can ask specific characters about themselves, or the mods about themselves or their characters. You can ask about the plot, lore, character relationships, etc. If its not in the rules & boundaries section, you are free to ask!

Also, if its for a certain character(s), please specify who it's for, or if you want us to answer out of character. If there's no specifications, any of the characters/mods will answer it

xx– Rules & Boundaries

You're free to send us any sort of message or ask, but we will not tolerate any questions that cross our boundaries.

We do NOT accept any NSFW asks, nor do we accept any asks revolving around out-of-character drama or discourse. Please keep this fun and respectful, thank you :]

#creepedverse #crv #creepypasta au #creepypasta oc #creepypasta aus #creepypasta ocs #crp oc #creepedverse au #creepypasta original character #crp ocs #creepypasta ask blog #oc ask blog

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necroromantics · 2 months

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🌙 — The Moon; Tali Marks

the girl who died every night and awoke the next morning. always dying, never escaping.

- tali marks was born in the belly of the beast. her dark evergreen eyes were smokey with the ash of all the bridges she burnt. lips red with blood from biting her tongue.

- looking at her was like looking at an open wound, or an 6ft hole in the ground. half girl, half killer.

- she drank rye whiskey and always had a cigarette perched in between her fingers, knuckles bruised, dirt under her nails from digging her own grave.

- two-faced, like a crescent moon. the dark, the light. the saint, the sinner. the madonna, the whore.

- the bitch, the daughter, the ticking time bomb.

- tali wasn't easy on the eyes. her disarrayed hair, choppy and tangled. her smudged eyeliner, unwashed from the night before. her freckled shoulders always tense.

- the girl wasn't just rough around the edges, she cut like a kitchen knife, the serated kind that tore apart bread and flesh alike.

- she used to be kinder, easier. but it didn't last long. she learned quickly that there was predator, and there was prey. she learned quickly that being consumable only meant she'd be eaten whole.

- there wasn't a thing in the world tali trusted enough to lean into, nothing she trusted more than herself. the girl lived her life on her feet. running away, always fighting to run away. she was always on her own. and she liked it that way.

- people have tried to love her. they tried to ignore her morbidity, selfishness, rude sarcasm. her bluntness and brutal honesty. but the boys at her school thought she was weird, inconvenient, and the girls hated her. they called her a whore, trailer trash, a freak.

- and if she wasn't fighting girls behind the school for looking at her wrong, she was sitting under the bleachers with earbuds in, smoke in her lungs.

- a grotesque girl. dead, with nothing to lose. reckless, with nothing to hold her down.

- like the moon, that girl was stuck going through the same cycle again and again, surrounded by darkness. untouchable, alone. divine torment.

^ art and oc made by my girlfriend ( @clockeyedtoy ). i just do the writing.

#tombwrites #tomboc #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta oc #creepypasta ocs #creepypasta au #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta original character #crp ocs #crp oc #creepedverse #creepedverse tali #tali marks #creepypasta tali #crv tali

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clockeyedtoy · 3 months

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TALI MARKS | She/Her | 19yrs old

LIKES • Being alone, drawing/painting, morbid art, cats and snakes, music, whiskey and cigarettes, coffee, and Tobin i guess.

DISLIKES • Petty drama, being bothered, rumours, liars, being told to sit and look pretty, families, older men.

PERSONALITY • Laid back, selfish, rude, defensive, stands up for herself and others, non-judgemental, indifferent, careless, reckless, strong, direct, confident, very independent, irritable, loud-mouthed, speaks her mind freely, does what she wants, sarcastic, mature demeanour.

HOBBIES • Tali draws a lot but rarely shows anyone due to the dark and morbid content (usually dead animals she finds in the woods or gore), painting landscapes, she does mma and boxing sometimes especially if she's in a bad mood, and is interested in roller derby but never has the chance to pursue it.

OTHER • Dating Tobin. Works as a bartender in farnbury. Keeps to herself. She has no direct ties to slenderman but gets involved due to Tobin being an unwilling proxy and hates how slenderman makes him suffer. Shes very protective over Tobin. She doesn't kill anyone but is willing to if she needs to.

You can find more about the au shes apart of here @creepedverse

#creepedverse #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta ocs #crp oc #crv tali #tali marks #creepypasta original character #creepypasta oc art

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qyukko · 3 months

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My creepypasta oc !!

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twitwir · 5 months

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First time animating.

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pink-key · 3 months

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Did a few doodles of Hitblade to crawl out of art block He is whistling Dmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2 Recommend listening if you ever need to draw characters slow dancing

#oliver savin #hitblade #my work #creepypasta #oc #miriam #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #original character #crp oc #creepypasta oc #oli dolly #oli lore #oli #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta original character #art #doodle #sketch

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murkywaters808 · 5 months

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☆ Meet my silly creepy pasta oc zade or , more formally known as dead shot! I hope yall grow to enjoy him! I’m gonna be posting a whole google doc of all of his information & backstory if you wish to know more about him! So stay tuned for when that gets released.

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❗️plz do 𝗡𝗢𝗧 - Trace/ Steal my artwork, (inspo is more then WELCOMED,as well with EDIT use! - just plz remember to 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧 the artist thank you!) ^w^

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☆ Sharing my stuff really helps me out and is so unbelievably appreciated!

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☆ you can also find me on Instagram

@ murky_waters_studio_

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yazthebansheek · 4 days

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if Slender’s proxies found Lazari (Part One)

It was a casual day at Sadiya’s house, Lazari was in the living room, having a chat with puppeteer, whilst Sadiya was in the kitchen. All of a sudden, CLASH!! One of the windows from Lazari’s room was shattered into pieces. But… by who? Puppeteer immediately stood up, quickly walking over to the young girl’s room to see what just happened, Lazari following right behind. To the two’s shock, it was…SLENDERMAN’S PROXIES?!?!! How did they find Lazari?! How did they know she was here, and did they even know that? Puppeteer swiftly grabbed Lazari, skidadiling out of the room, Lazari over his head. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Sadiya turned around, facing the door frame only to hear the screams of Puppeteer and Lazari as Pup frantically ran into the room. “Pup? What’s wrong?” Sadiya asked, fully turning around, tilting her head to the side a bit in confusion. “U-UH THE UHHH SLENDER- PROXY- THEY KNOW SHES HERE!” Puppeteer blurted out, obviously in pure shock and confusion and somewhat fear. As soon as Sadiya heard this, her face dropped. “Pup. Take Lazari to the attic. Don’t go any-fuckin’-where.” She said, straight up seriousness and pure rage in her voice. Puppeteer did what he was told and went up into the attic with Lazari, “Pup…H-how did they…find me?!” Lazari asked, she was shaking. Before puppeteer could even answer her, she threw up out of fear on the floor “Shit!- Laz? You okay?” Puppeteer asked, rubbing Lazari’s back in a comforting manner

-with Sadiya-

Sadiya went up to the front door, and opened it. All of her emotions were gone. Her face was a serious-neutral face that nobody could read, not even Puppeteer. “Hello?” Sadiya asked the four people standing in front of her front door. It was Masky, Hoodie, Kate, and Ticci-Toby. “Hello, Miss. you know what we are here for.” Masky spoke, crossing his arms. “No, I don’t, actually. Why the hell are y’all on my damn property?” She said, crossing her arms sassily as if to mock Masky. “Lazari. We are here for Lazari.” Hoodie said, no emotions in his voice. All of them seemed to be ready to fight, except Kate. She looked…Upset and Regretful? Hm, “I don’t know who you’re talkin’ bout.” “Lazari Swann, reddish-pink haired kid with sharp teeth and red eyes, ring a bell?” Hoodie pointed out, casually putting his hands in his pockets. “Not that I can think of, now get off my goddamn property, before I make you.”

“Does Jonathan have any ideas where she could be?” Masky asked, he knew what he was doing. Sadiya have him the bitchiest, rudest, bloodline ruining stare, “Don’t you dare bring Puppeteer into this. He did nothing, and neither have I. We don’t know what the fuck you faceless zombie workers are talkin’ bout. So get off, or things’ll get fuckin’ ugly.” Sadiya slammed the door shut, and sighed. She went to the window to make sure those fuckers went away, before going to go retrieve Pup and Lazzie.

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yvezwiebel · 1 month

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IT’S MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER AND I GET TO CHOSE THE CRINGE SHIP 🤬🫶

I actually have a lot of lore for both Arthur (my character) and Jeff and their dynamic in my little universe, but I need to like properly set it up and write down the details instead of imagining the scenarios in my head while listening to edgy music BAHAH

I um…. Okay this is very silly… but I think their ship name would be DayDream because Arthur’s association/symbolism is the sun and daylight, and Jeff’s whole thing is “go to sleep” so….. PLEASE DONT MAKE FUN OF ME IM JUST HAVING FUN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (I collapse to the ground on my hands and knees)

Also also, I drew this on the plane ride home. Best way to spend three hours. 🥹

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc #creepypasta original character #crp fandom #crp oc #crp fanart #crp #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #arthur habermann #creepypasta x oc #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta jtk #guys I’m ill about them #I think about them daily

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benji-woodside · 1 month

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My eye is peeled - Marc

you can unpeel them 😌

#eyestrain #tw eyestrain #creepypasta oc #judas crp #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta fandom #HIM #judas matthews #its him #crp oc

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