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TikTok frames !!!!!
#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta art#clockwork#clockwork creepypasta#natalie ouellette#Jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#Jeffrey hodek#sweetart
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NINA THE KILLER & JEFF THE KILLER STICKER REVIEW
I just got my stickers from @carnalcvpid 's shop <- (Click Here)
So I'll be doing a review, I've been anticipating these stickers for a few days now! The shipping was very quick despite being overseas shipping from the UK, so that's a 10/10! I ordered two stickers with very good quality. They're large, hand cut, and hand drawn by Oz. (The creator of the stickers.) He has stated that all the money will be going to vet bills and his hrt. So it's for a good cause, affordable, and you get awesome stuff out of it? Who doesn't love that?
If you're a creepypasta fan then this is for you! Especially if you love Nina or Jeff. Oz's store isn't only limited to Creepypasta, it also has clown stickers, trans stickers, and I'm pretty sure there are prints on the way!
The stickers are really vibrant and cute. Plus when you order both the stickers there's a 50 cent discount. ( I think. ) Again here's the link to the store -> Click here!
#affordable creepypasta merch?! count me in!#so glad to be the first purchase#i get bragging rights!#creepypasta#ninathekiller#ninathekillerzblog#nina the killer#creepypasta nina the killer#creepypasta blog#nina hopkins#creepypasta art#small business#art#digital art#small creator#jeff the killer#jeffreywoods#jeffthekiller#jeffrey hodek#creepypasta fanart#trans#trans lives matter#trans artist#Spotify
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The way you draw jeff makes me feel things I refuse to give further context
This is yo mans?
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I have read different versions of jeff the killer stories and my favorite version is the remake and Manson is a very good story, it has the essence of an evil murderer
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bffl (best friends for life!)
I've been enjoying doing the rainbow outline thing so take another drawing of the best frands!
#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#jeff the killer#freaky fasta#ben drowned#benjamin lawman#ben lawman#jeffrey woods#jeffrey hodek#jeffrey hodekwoods#smile dog
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hey. your shoes are untied
#jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#jeff woods#jeffrey alan woods#jeff hodek#jeffrey hodek#jeffery c hodek#creepypasta art#creepypasta#art#digital art#i was his biggest fan#cremationart
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Depressed JTK x Reader
TW // CW: Depressive episode, poor hygiene, food refusal (from Jeff), next to no clothing
What to expect: Gender neutral reader, reader gives Jeff a bath when he can't care for himself.
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You knew something was wrong. Something or some feeling has been eating at him all week. All he would say when asked about it is “nothing, i’m fine” or “i’m okay.”
Now, you’re especially worried because he won’t even get out of bed.
“Jeff, please let me at least turn the lights on.”
“No”
“You want water? Some snacks?”
“Not hungry.”
“You know… You could sit in here and rot forever or-”
He shoots up, looking you dead in your eyes.
“And that’s what I’ll do.-”
“No. No, I’ll help you out of bed and we can make this right, okay? You can love me again.”
His heart shatters just from the thought that you don’t see how much he misses you. Tears spill from his eyes and his shoulders shake. Suddenly he’s caught in your embrace. You can smell the stench of dried blood on his clothing and the grime buildup on his body. You can feel his arms clenched around you holding on for dear love, and the tears soaking your shirt. It pains you to see the man you love like this.
“Help. Please help me.” He pleads.
“It’s alright, Jeff. We’ll get you cleaned up.”
You pull away smiling and hoping it’ll cheer him up a bit.
“Come on, bud, I’ll run a bath.”
He hesitantly nods and tries to stand up, immediately collapsing in your arms.
“Hey- Hey, deep breaths.”
You set an example for him and he breathes in pursuit.
“Good boy.”
He melts at that. You know he does.
“Alright, now, can you walk?”
Your boyfriend looks ashamed, so you reassure him and guide him to your shared bathroom.
He sits on the toilet with his head hanging back, so you get a pillow for his head to rest on. Poor guy looks exhausted. The running water comes to a halt when the tub is about full, so you help your muse get undressed. He then crawls into the tank and sinks into the warm water. You notice a look of relief on his face when he pushes his greasy hair from his eyes.
You let him soak for a bit, and soon, you’re only left in your underwear. You step into the bath and sit behind Jeff. Love is all you feel when you pull his (now wet) hair behind his ears and press a kiss to his shoulder. A comfortable silence fills the air, the only sound being the water dripping from the faucet. Shampoo fills your palm and you rub your hands together, carefully raking his scalp as not to hurt him. He’s fragile. The washbasin scoops through the water and with your free hand, you cup Jeff’s forehead to assure no water gets in his eyes. It’s majestic how the water flows from his hair to the shared bath water to be recycled for other things. You grab a washrag and pour his favorite honey and cinnamon scented body wash into it. It’s warm and brown in contrast to his cold, pale skin. It drags along his body wiping the dirt from his pores. It almost feels like cleansing him of sin; assuring no thing can steal his soul from this very moment. The room is filled with comfortable intimacy as his back presses to your chest and your fingers dance abreast his torso. Somehow it feels like something is nagging the air.
“Y’know…” He starts. “I really do love you.” His head turns halfway towards you.
“I know.” You plant a long kiss on his lips. “I love you too.”
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i hope you enjoyed :)
#this wasn't proof-read#i was bored#creepypasta#jeff the killer#jeff woods#jeff hodek#depressing shit#jeff the killer x reader#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta fanfic#creepypasta x reader#jeffrey the killer#jeff creepypasta#jeffery woods#jeffrey woods#jeffrey hodek#x reader
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#creppypasta#jeff the killer#jeffrey hodek#jeff hodek#creppy#creppypasta fanart#creppypastas#fanart#my artwork#digital art#drawing
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repost because the old hair was stupid looking 😊 methinks
#creepypasta#jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#jeff the killer fanart#jeffrey hodek#creepypasta fanart#repost#ugh#i made a few mistakes but im not even gonna bother fixing them#hes ugly regardless
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This has been bothering me so I gotta ask
#creepypasta#needles and smiles#the macabre experiment#the morgue files#jeff the killer#homicidal liu#jeffery woods#jeffrey woods#jefferey hodek#jeffrey hodek#jefferey mason#jeffrey mason#liu woods#liu hodek#liu mason#jeffrey keaton#jeffery keaton#liu keaton#think that is all the versions of jeff and liu tho I could be wrong
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Jeff The Killer Headcanons
Jeffrey has a tattoo machine and has given himself many tattoos. He's not actually bad at it. He definitely has a half sleeve.
Is actually really good at drawing. He doesn't have an art style. He just wings it.
He named his knives. Fight me.
He listens to all kinds of metal. Nu metal? Black? Metal? He has a wide variety.
He likes slasher films. His favorite was sleepaway camp but then he watched Idle Hands.
His room is covered in band posters and horror movie posters.
It's also pretty dirty. He doesn't clean up after himself well, but it isn't filthy. He has clothes littered and he doesnt change his sheets (if he has any at all)
He has eyelids in my universe. He also wears eyeliner. He paints his nails too.
He really likes cucumbers..like..he realy likes them. The other creeps are concerned.
He also loves cherries.
He drinks. A lot. It's not as bad as it was but he still does it quite a bit. His poison of choice is peanut butter whiskey.
He drinks the original monsters and thinks it makes him better than others. He thinks he's the shit for not drinking the other kinds.
Some parts of his skin is messed up from being burned. Don't mention it unless you want a knife thrown at your head.
Jeff has no problem eating some foods raw or undercooked. He has been seen eating raw pasta, under baked brownies, slightly undercooked hamburger meat. It's a hazard at this point.
He has a habit of choking on his food. He either doesnt chew it enough or unintentionally breathes in while eating.
He is a prankster. He will set clocks to different times so no one knows what's right, and will even do it on whoever is unfortunate enough to keep their phone unlocked. He once switched some of everyone's clothes out. Ej had Toby's favorite sweater, toby had one of sally's dresses, clockwork had one of Jane's dresses-it was awful.
He carves shit into random places. There is a stick figure etched into ej's bed frame and he carved "dick" into Jane's bookshelf. People have to routinely check for carvings that the smiling psycho has left behind. Slenderman got so sick of it, that jeff can find wooden disks around specifically for him to carve on.
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Words Of Affirmation - Jeff The Killer/Reader
Masterlist
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Fluff. Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
Sometimes life sucks. When you're feeling down, Jeff reminds you of all the good things in your life.
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“I hate to break it to ya, but living is a lot more difficult than people make it out to be,” he whispers, playing with your hair.
“Responsibilities suck,” you mumble into his chest, which rumbles from his laughter.
“Yeah. Yeah, they do,” Jeff agrees. You lay there in silence together until you hesitantly open your mouth.
“It’s just—do you ever feel like it’s not enough?” you ask.
Jeff hums. “Define ‘it.’”
Note:
I said I wanted more wholesome Jeff content, so here you go! In all honesty, a friend sent me a clip from a stream of two Vtubers (Psyborg if anyone was curious). And it was very emotional. I teared up by the end of it. Then I thought: Damn, hearing these words got me feeling. This would make a good comfort fic. Thus this was born. Instead of sleeping, I wrote this instead, so enjoy!
Happy reading! (_ _)。゜zｚＺ
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You plop down onto the bed with a sigh. Your limbs ache, and your joints feel stiff. Overall, you just feel tired. So. Damn. Exhausted. Life has gotten to the point where everything feels monotonous. You’re living just to live. Worn out from responsibilities with little time left for hobbies. Burnout can be a real bitch sometimes. You stare up at the ceiling and blink slowly. The invisible weight on your eyelids forces you to use more effort than usual. What are you doing here? Why are—
“You gonna keep wallowing there, or can I join ya?” Jeff’s voice rumbles from the doorway. You turn your head, and your lips quiver into a meek smile.
“Some company sounds nice,” you answer. It feels like someone’s poured thick tar down your throat. Speaking words, stringing them into sentences, it all feels so difficult now. Jeff strides over and lays beside you with his hands resting on his stomach.
“So what’s got you down in the dumps?” He asks, turning his head to look at you. There’s a playful lilt in his tone, but his face is full of concern.
You chuckle, but the tears fall from your eyes anyway. “Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?” you reply, wiping your cheeks with your hands. Jeff frowns and helps you brush away the tears. The pad of his thumb is rough, and it scratches lightly across your skin.
Jeff hums, “Then let’s figure it out together. What’s stressing you out the most right now?” He waits patiently for your response. You ponder over his question for a while. What is stressing you out currently? There’s nothing you can pinpoint. No exact reason for why you feel like shit right now. It’s like someone took your brain and pulsed it in a blender. Your thoughts are all a jumbled mess.
“Everything,” you finally respond.
Jeff clicks his tongue and shoots you a look. “That’s not very specific, doll,” he points out.
You sniffle and take in a deep breath. “I know. It’s just. It’s just all too much. Too overwhelming,” you say, hugging yourself.
“Hey, now. Come here, baby.” Jeff opens his arms, and you crawl into his embrace. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his body. “Is it work? School? Did someone badmouth you today? I swear I’ll kill whoever—”
You cut him off with a kiss. “No. No one did anything today to trigger this. It was a slow build-up.” Jeff kisses the top of your head, and you damn near burst into tears again. He looks at you adoringly and squeezes your hips.
“I hate to break it to ya, but living is a lot more difficult than people make it out to be,” he whispers, playing with your hair.
“Responsibilities suck,” you mumble into his chest, which rumbles from his laughter.
“Yeah. Yeah, they do,” Jeff agrees. You lay there in silence together until you hesitantly open your mouth.
“It’s just—do you ever feel like it’s not enough?” you ask.
Jeff hums. “Define ‘it.’”
You chew on the inside of your cheek before saying, “Like anything you do. Whether it’s a project or even something as simple as getting out of bed.” You play with the strings on his hoodie, rolling and unrolling them around your finger. “It just never feels like what I do is enough, And if I did do enough, did I do a good job?” You trail off as you feel the tears threatening to fall again. “I guess I wonder if anything I do is worthwhile. Cause it just feels meaningless sometimes, you know? I’m scrambling throughout the day, torn between what I have to do and what I want to do.” The prickling around your eyes grows in intensity, and eventually, your emotions take over. Jeff doesn’t comment on the dampness seeping through his clothes. Instead, he holds you tight while you feel yourself crumbling apart.
“I know the world can be suffocating. Life is complete dogshit sometimes. But you worked so fucking hard to be where you are right now,” Jeff says, his green eyes staring into yours. “You don’t give yourself enough credit for how tough you can be. I mean,” he gestures to himself and chuckles, “life fucked me over pretty hard. And look at me. I turned out alright. A serial killer, albeit I’m not as active these days. But you handle me just fine.” He chokes up and clears his throat. “I love how you always try to see the good in everything. You’re dating me, for fucks sake—willingly, I might add. I don’t know what you see in me, but there must be something since you chose me.”
He rests his forehead against yours and says, “And you are so loved—by me especially.” You giggle through your sniffles, and he smiles wide. “There are so many people around you who love you, who will support you in anything you do. So don’t be afraid of trying. Because I know you. You’re too scared to take that leap of faith, so you spend the rest of your life wondering what it’s like to fly.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Let me tell you one thing, poppet. I believe you can do anything you set your mind to. You might not, but I stand by what I said. I’m prepared to die on this hill. Cause you are capable. You might not be ready. But fuck it, yeah?”
You nod and beam at him. “You are so sweet. I love you so much,” you whisper hoarsely. Jeff looks at you fondly, and the smile on his face forms crinkles around his eyes.
“I love you too, poppet. I want you to know that I’m proud of you. So damn proud,” Jeff declares vehemently. The sobs rise back up your throat, and you cling to him. He readjusts your positions so that the blanket covers both of you. The added warmth soothes you, and Jeff is practically a big teddy bear. “Thank you for being the kindest, sweetest, most lovable soul on this planet,” he says with sincerity.
You giggle and nuzzle into his chest. “What? Not in this universe? Jeffrey Hodek, who else have you been seeing?” you tease. He huffs and tickles your sides.
“I try to be romantic, and that’s what you picked up?” Jeff glares half-heartedly at you. “Now shut up and get some rest. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” He rests his chin on your head.
“Will it be edible this time?” you mumble, feeling your eyelids droop.
“Let’s hope so,” he replies, sounding totally confident and not at all worried. You wholeheartedly believe that you’ll end up cooking. But it’s comforting knowing that even Jeff has his flaws. “Don’t think I can’t see you making fun of me in your head,” he scolds.
You smile sleepily. “It’s my head. Please leave. My mind is a no-Jeff zone,” you ramble.
He laughs and says, “What are you even talking about? I think it’s time for some shut-eye, sleepyhead.”
“Mm. G’night,” you mumble, falling asleep nearly instantly.
Jeff squeezes you tight before planting another kiss on the crown of your head. “Good night, poppet. I love you so damn much.” His grin is manic when he sees the cute little smile on your sleeping face.
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End Note:
I know this might not be as good as I wanted, but my brain can only do so much once it hits 12am lol. I hope this comforts someone and pushes you to do something you've been holding back on. A lot of this fic was me projecting. I do have a habit of shying away from new opportunities and then I'll constantly regret/worry over it. Streaming is something I've always wanted to try, and I'm actually going to try it out soon. So writing this was a little therapeutic.
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ
Reblogs are appreciated!
#jeff the killer x reader#creepypasta x reader#jeff the killer#jeffrey hodek#creepypasta#fluff#hurt/comfort#established relationship#gender neutral reader#no y/n#comfort fic#i wrote this instead of sleeping#I was feeling emotional and speedran this#Can you believe a stream clip sparked this idea?
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I realise I haven’t posted any WIPS recently, so here’s one.
And here’s doodles.
#art#creepyart#fanart#creepypasta#toby rogers#jeff the killer#ticci toby#jeffery woods#ticcitoby#jeffrey hodek
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#art#creepypasta#fanart#jeff#jeff the killer#artwork#horror#slenderverse#character#jeffrey woods#jeffrey hodek
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jeff most definitely not being your friend but casually hanging out with you, since there’s no true connection there though whenever you disappear for a month there’s no hatred nor questioning rather you tag along with him to the next stupid shit he’s feeling that night
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