hunger

Smoking buddies :) 

i know you hear it, i hear it too

Just a small comic lol

My 16th century proxy OC, Bojan.

can we see The Witch’s third eye please????

Technically it's not a real eye but its my OC

this is the version of The Witch Toby sees

An updated version of my Creepypasta OC, Blood dancer's aesthetic

Who's the new proxy oc u released???

The one thaf has the caption "Hunger"

Hi, its name is Calibri, formerly K'zathon.

It's a vicious mockery of what it means to defy the Slenderman, or in our universe, The Web.

K'zathon ended up getting killed at the fault of another proxy, whom he was created to work alongside as a companion fieldworker. The Web recycled the husk of this formidable and skilled entity and spat it back out from the void as this horrific, rake-like creature, forced to possess innocent people as a means to survive in our plane of existence.

K'zathon was physically and mentally torn apart and put back together atom-by-atom. In order to escape the torment of this, he sank far into the reaches of his psyche, forming Calibri, who took on the brunt of it all. Every slice. Every tear.

Of course, Calibri went batshit. Whatever humanity K'zathon masked over his true nature was now just entirely inhuman. This creature only feels inexplicable and explosive anger, hunger, and pain that radiates down to its very core, as it wasn't exactly put back together properly. Is it the remains of a mask? Is it bone? Petrified flesh?

The hunger gets so bad that sometimes it will attempt to eat glass, trash, and inanimate objects. Other proxies have the incentive of keeping it fed or at a distance, lest it attempt to devour them as well.

Meet my creepypasta OC - the Living Dead Lucy (full name Lucy Grace Loveridge)

this drawing made my procreate crash at least three times so i hope someone likes ittt😭😭

I wanna give you a hug clark, my love language is touch and i don't care if you stab me (pls i need a hug.. :,])

I'll protect ya from this 'Clark' dude!

💥Masky/Tim and Observer (my proxy oc).

Inspired by a one shot I wrote and finally posted to my ao3.

an elaboration on “schism”, my slenderman proxy (ft her bare face)

part 1:

morgan kiss is a 21 year old radio host living in haddonfield, new jersey, in a studio apartment with her dog, a collie named jenny. i’m the midst of stress and depression from her career, her future, and past that she’s trying to brush under the rug,

part 2:

a theme in our proxy quadrant is that their “code names” will often have something to do with their identifying features or behaviors, being coined by outsiders such as journalists and investigators. morgan is no different, and i’ll get into why.

morgan has a very “i will not accept a life i do not deserve” mentality. she’s determined to make something of herself. being young and having no talents besides being extremely proficient in a few hobbies, she struggles to find a place to belong. she decided radio hosting was the best path for her to go into. she’s always had a passion for music, and she believes that her personality is enough to grab the attention of other people, like all the other popular personalities in the world. shes not entirely wrong, behind the microphone she’s funny, witty, confident, and not afraid to voice herself. think tiffy from rawtime. it’s undeniable that morgan does actually have that “x-factor” that could be loved by many people, but it’s the wrong place at the wrong time. she’s a 21 year old at a small radio station in a small town in new jersey. even though she has what it takes behind that microphone, there’s no one to hear it.

despite her fervent personality on the radio show, she seems to go through periods of depression where she’s hopeless in her work. in person, she seems meeker, sadder, unenthusiastic, and she squirms under scrutiny. she’s painfully aware of this. although she feels just as fervent, her disposition gets in the way, and she feels her emotions silently instead of voicing them. she gets angry at herself. morgan behind the microphone feels very different from morgan face to face, there’s a schism there. she doesn’t know why she does it, she doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s like an automatic switch has been flipped.

being behind that mask makes her feel like she can be the person she is behind that microphone.

the name “schism” is in reference to her observed behavior, the abrupt schism between these two dispositions. it’s enough to where it can be identified in crime scenes, and backed up by witnesses.