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Aight here are some creepypasta headcanons cuz im bored

Slenderman

-his tentacles are furry and look like really long cat tails and get puffy and zig zaggy when he’s mad. -He is a father figure to the proxies but not a super good one and typically ends up seeming like an evil boss when he wants to appear as a father figure.

-There are two computers in the whole mansion that are old but work enough to search the internet and play minecraft

-Slenderman usually doesn’t leave the proxies alone when he’s going out for awhile because the one time he did, Jeff and Ben downloaded 69 bites of gay old man 🌽 on his computer and then Clockwork shat on it after. He cried when he got home.

Jeff The Killer

-I headcanon he’s vegan bc he loves animals

-absolute baby with fragile ‘masculinity’

-his friends joke about him being a republican hillbilly because he’s southern. (actually has a very slight accent too.)

-He’s friends with Nina despite knowing that she has a crush on him. He doesn’t mind. -he makes really gay jokes with ben

-Showers like once a month and smells bad. -I headcanon that he’s asexual and fairly androgynous. Doesn’t really know what he’s romantically attracted to, nor does he care.

-Wants to be friends with Jane again but knows he can’t.

-he was high on pain killers when he killed his family and Jane’s family in the same night and continued killing because he thought there would be no going back and now is afraid of drugs.

-edgy 15 year old with offensive tumblr humor

-Toby jokes about him being fat

-His favorite song is sweet dreams.

-was actually friends with Randy, Keith, and Troy. But a massive argument caused them to stop being friends and led to the whole incident.

Ben Drowned

-Doesn’t shower

-100% gay

-Can control the power in the mansion and make the lights turn off or something.

-Surpringly good with technology and doxxes people when he’s mad. He also jokingly threatened to leak Liu’s address which scared Liu half to death.

-Has a best friend trolling trio with Jeff and EJ

-His room smells bad

-owns a worn out gaming chair

Eyeless Jack

-Doesn’t actually like eating kidneys, Chernobog just makes him, but sometimes he fools Chernobog by eating kidney beans

-Gets weirded out when somebody calls him the “son of Chernobog” because he thinks it’s weird and too fancy.

-Listens to rap music

-Tried to become a rapper and used garbage YouTube beats, he made five songs that were all about fingering Otis (Bloody Painter). He also sampled an audio of Jeffrey beatboxing sweet dreams in the background of one of his songs. This same song had kazoo in the bridge

-ex zalgo goon but nobody knows but Slenderman and he’s too scared of what everyone would think if they knew.

-Extremely insecure about his face and always has his mask on. Only people who’ve seen are Jeff and Slenderman.

Ticci Toby

-Asshole with hatchets -joked about being flat earth but now thinks he might actually be flat earth

-besties with Clockwork

-Hates waffles. He hates them so much, he went into a gas station at 9pm, shoplifted a box of frozen waffles, threw them at a group of middle schoolers, and popped a cap in the cashier’s ass when he tried to stop Toby. He actually got his face on the news for this. One time, Lazari poured syrup in the vents and the mansion smelled like waffles for a whole week, Toby had constant headaches while throwing up and crying because he thought the mansion smelled so bad.

-Very quiet and always cooperative, so he’s like Slenderman’s favorite.

-bullies jeff for apparently being fat.

-literally doesn’t sleep

-Around most people he’s his canon self, that is very cold and quiet. Around his friends he’s more fanon Toby, annoying, immature, and has a weird sense of humor.

-encouraged Jeff to go full hillbilly mode and run over Offenderman with a truck.

-smells like cat pee and butter

-Always has an attitude and mad about something.

Bloody Painter

-Listened to all 5 of EJ’s soundtracks. Has the kazoo one on his Spotify playlist.

-Artistic

-Comes off as smart but says the dumbest thing every now and then.

-Scared of potatoes. He thinks they crawl around his room at night.

-Had the weird ice cream cut in middle school.

-Doesn’t wash his hands

Clockwork

-has a very stylish pixie cut.

-people often look at her clock eye to check the time.

-makes up things to be mad about

-has a Barbie doll that Sally gave her that was naked, bald, and didn’t have arms. She twisted its legs backwards and gave it prosthetic tampon arms so that it could sit on her nightstand on all fours. His name is Hector.

-shat on Slenderman’s computer

-besties with Toby. They were actually a couple once but then Clockwork found out she was lesbian and they broke it off. Now they’re best friends and both assholes and say the meanest things to each other as jokes.

-Has freckles all over her face. Like literally everywhere.

-Has vine humor

Nina The Killer

-absolute scene queen

-Jazmin Bean listener

-Has more anger issues than Jeff

-Didn’t kill her family. It was her bullies who killed her family.

-Toby hit her with a shoe and then chased her around the mansion to hit her with the shoe more.

-“I’m not like other girls” mindset.

-actually very sweet when she’s not mad

-dyes the streak in her hair a different color every month

(Part 2?)

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Achess, We All Fall Down.

A fanfiction about Alastor and his daughter:

TW for Alastor being dismissive, an abusive parent, and honestly just shitty.

“Pa- pa I can’t breath-“

“Oh quiet.”

Her father’s coat should’ve been loose.

He was much taller than her.

So why wasn’t it big on her?

Well, it was, everywhere except the waist. Her father had a weirdly proportioned body. His waist was so thin, you’d wonder how he swallowed food.

Compared to his daughter’s normal waist. So naturally, she was struggling to breath.

This was Achess. A unique, (and debatably ugly) way of spelling “Ashes”. No, it couldn’t be Ash, or Ashley, or Ayesha. It had to be Achess.

The entire cannibal town calls her “Ache” or “Headache”. Or if they’re feeling very fancy, “Miss Headache” was their go-to.

Even her father calls her Ache from time to time. Hm.

She got the nickname from being the Radio Demon’s embarrassing headache of a daughter.

Always causing trouble, and hanging out with the working class imps. Maybe it was the wrathian blood in her, hanging out with the muscle of hell, it must’ve made her think she was one of them. That’s what everyone in Pentagram City thought.

Her father, the Radio Demon, AKA, Alastor, tried to shelter her to the maximum. Choosing all of her clothes, not letting her make any friends, and god forbid having access to the brain rotting, evil internet.

She wasn’t allowed outside of the basement for the first 5 years of her life. It was torture. And even after, he would throw her into the basement as punishment. He only stopped once throwing her down the stairs caused her a ton of injuries. Shockingly, throwing a child down a staircase is actually not good for them.

At one point, she just kinda snapped. Started coming home late, participating in the small, meaningless yet unbelievably dangerous hell fights.

Actually, maybe they could be classified as wars. Who knows?

Well now Ache was 15, turning 16. Alastor wanted to have a dad and daughter day for her 16th birthday. He made her dress up in a black variation of his regular red coat. Of course she can’t fit in it. She struggles and grunts.

“Pretending like you’re dying isn’t going to make me take it off.”

She continues to struggle, ‘waisting’ Alastor’s time.

Angry, big black eyes look up at him. “Why can’t you just let me wear the dress you bought?!”

“It looks horrible on you!”

It didn’t actually look that bad. Alastor just didn’t like the way she looked in it. The red dress and wide brimmed hat made her look too much like…

…too much like Rosie. And he never really learned how to cope with her death.

She would’ve still been here if it weren’t for that disgusting imp she called her “current husband”. He found him, butt naked on top of a car, drunk off of his ass in the middle of daylight, snuggling a dead body. It was nothing new for Hell, but god, Alastor had no clue what Rosie saw in that man.

Alastor brushed out Ache’s usually messy hair, and put a bow over her head to hide what’s left of her snipped imp horns. Her big black eyes stare at the floor in defeat, her arms folded over her chest. Ache didn’t like Alastor touching her hair. It was the only thing she had control over. She got to cut it as short as she wanted, so she cut it short. It got to be as messy as she wanted, so she kept it messy. It could be as wavy as she wanted, so she waved it to the maximum.

But now suddenly, Alastor was under the impression that he could just… touch it. And style it how he wants. But she doesn’t do anything. She’s already occupied trying to keep from passing out, so she just lets him.

“You look lovely.”

He was finally done. He finally got his grubby little goblin fingers out of her black and white hair.

She doesn’t respond.

“Let’s get going, shall we?” His tone is happy, now that he has his way. He grabs her hand and drags her out of the house. Her head never leaves the ground.

Her invisible weights scream for her to just go lay back down, but that isn’t an option. She has to celebrate her birthday with her annoying and strict father.

Dragging her around Cannibal Town, they pass a massive house. A massive, abandoned house. What looked to be a once beautiful home was now rotting away, copper ceilings with holes in them, likely stolen and sold. Every window was broken, the pile of cobwebs and mold had a lot of house in them.

Every single week, Ache can smell a fresh scent of eggy rotten meat and iron. Every time they walk past it, she asks Alastor what’s up with the place, but he gives her a stern, tired look, with slivers of sadness in it, and doesn’t respond.

It was Rosie’s house. The one she died in. The one that her husband got to take after she died.

God… Alastor hadn’t seen her in months. Her husband got her all drugged up and hooked on all sorts of stuff. He wouldn’t let him talk to her, he was suddenly not allowed in the house.

And then he had been informed that she was gone. She took her own life, piercing her heart with an angelic weapon. He didn’t understand how she couldn’t get out of that relationship. She was so much more powerful than that imp. Maybe she just really loved him, and despite a decaying mental health, couldn’t bare to leave him. Who knows?

It’s not something he’s prepared to talk to Ache about. It’s a personal matter, so he just doesn’t answer.

He spots a tiny little cafe nearby, and drags Ache along. She grunts in frustration. Despite it being quieter than a pin dropping from the other side of the world, everyone nearby seems to pick up on it. Everyone in cannibal town can recognize that grunt. ‘The grunt of Miss Headache when she doesn’t get her way.’ Everyone looks Alastor’s way, with a look of pity. Anxiety would’ve stormed up inside of Ache by now, but she’s grown slightly thicker skin, and chainmail around her heart, so that anxiety slashes felt like paper cuts to her.

Ache was always considered a weight that Alastor had to carry by the public, but if it were up to him, he’d make her a carbon copy of him. But she can’t be that. She can only be Achess.

“ALASTOR!” The voice of an old woman could be heard from across the street.

“WHY DOES YOUR DAUGHTER SOUND LIKE THAT?”

…

Susan. Ugh. Ornery old bitch.

“Y’KNOW KID, WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I WAS SLEEPING ON ROCKS, USING MY AUNT’S SKIN AS A BLANKET, AND HONEYCOMB SLICES WERE MY TAMPONS!!-“

“Susan.” Alastor says calmly, across the street.

“WHAT?” “You-“

He sighs.

“-You don’t need to yell..”

“QUIET!” Susan shouts in response.

“SOMEBODY NEEDS TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO THAT KID’S HEAD! IF YOU WON’T TEACH HER TO BE POLITE, I WILL!”

“Susan.” He says again. Debatably calmer than the first time.

“FINE, WHATEVER, BUT DON’T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN SHE KILLS YOU IN 30 YEARS!!”

“Susan.”

And with that, she gives an offended look and walks away. God, Ache hated her so much. Clenching her fists in anger. She wished that somebody would just hit that woman with their truck. She unclenches one fist to fidget with her hand by snapping with her pinky finger, something she does when she’s stressed. Actual math goes on in her head of the possibility of Susan getting hit with a truck right now.

As if out of pure luck, she runs out into the street and actually gets run over with a truck. It knocked her over, likely breaking something, and then rolled over her. Susan screams in pain and agony. She sounds like a really old, loud door opening.

Alastor and many other people catch eye of this, but nobody helps, because nobody really likes Susan.

Alastor rushes Ache inside of the cafe he spotted earlier. He quickly finds a table booth to sit down at, while Ache throws herself into the opposite side of it.

What a lucky man Alastor is. He can fit into his clothes and sit down with ease. Instead of suffocating and needing to throw himself into chairs because he can’t sit down correctly.

Only a moment passes by, before both Ache and Alastor start chuckling. Chuckling turned into laughter. And with the help of Ache mentioned that Susan sounded like an old door when screeching, laugher turned into face scrunching, wheezing. Alastor has to keep himself from snorting.

A solid minute goes by, before the laughter stops. It’s followed by a moment of awkward silence.

That might’ve been the first time that Ache had ever laughed about something with her father. Huh.

A menu is put in front of them. Alastor picks it up. He’s not feeling anything fancy today, just coffee, black and bitter, like how he thinks coffee should be.

He hands the menu to Ache when he’s done. Looking through the menu, she finds her favorite desert, cherry pie. She could get a slice of cherry pie for only $5.

“Can I-“

“You are not getting pie.”

“Wha-“

“Sweets don’t make you thinner. You wanna be comfortable in my coats? You need to lay off of the sugar.” He says to his underweight daughter.

Alastor’s implication that she was getting fat makes her immediately cross her arms over her stomach. Her big black eyes stare at her knees, not wanting to look at Alastor and his piercing red gaze. When the waitress comes over and asks the two what they would like to order, they both order black coffee. The waitress then walks away, leaving them alone.

There’s an awkward and upsetting silence. Alastor’s comment really hurt. This was no innocent anxiety slash like the cannibal town community gives her, this was her father. He didn’t slash her, he stabbed her. Chainmail isn’t strong enough to protect you from a stab.

“Deer, it’s criticism. I’m trying to help you.” He says calmly, rubbing lemon juice into the wound. She wonders if maybe she IS fat. She doesn’t really know how to do a sword fight with her own father, so she keeps her sword away and accepts defeat.

“…I know.”

{.~.}

They’re silent when awkwardly drinking their coffee. Ache doesn’t even like the taste of coffee. Too bitter, and it makes her stomach upset. She’s never told Alastor that, because he doesn’t listen. He doesn’t care. There are so many things the two don’t know about each other.

“You don’t talk to me anymore.” Alastor says to Ache, he sounds rather disappointed. She has to hold back from scoffing, or chuckling in disbelief. She looks at him quietly.

Alastor sighs. He knows he shouldn’t keep pushing it, it’s not like she ever responds. He assumes it’s just a teenager thing. He and his father had the same exact relationship when he was a teenager. It was *normal*.

Ache looks down at the brown, almost black substance. She watches the steam float and dance elegantly. An explosion can be heard in the distance. Typical hell stuff. But it was a big explosion. It caused the booth table to shake, knocking the coffee over.

It was headed for Ache’s sleeve. Scorching hot and would ruin her father’s coat. As if by force, she snaps with her pinky finger again. Just as the realization and shock kicked in, the cup stopped just as it was about to pour, and stood back up. Like nothing happened. It was physically impossible for that to happen. And yet, it did. Ache finally processed that. She wasn’t freaked out, more confused.

She sees Alastor starting. “Pa, I don’t know how that happened-“

“How what happened?”

Ache gestures to the coffee. “How it just stood back up before it could fall-“

“The coffee never moved.” Alastor replied calmly.

“…What- yeah it did, from the explosion-“

“What explosion?”

The two stare at each other in silence, before Alastor rolls his eyes and sighs. Now thinking his daughter was ill in the mind.

A now red in the face Ache looks down at her lap.

“I have something for you, dear.” Alastor speaks up.

Ache looks back at Alastor, watching him use his staff to summon a hole in the ground, one of his minions reach their hand up with a box.

It’s a rectangular box. A very skinny rectangle. Standing up, it would be a few inches taller than her.

He pushes the box to her side of the table, carefully. His smile seems somewhat genuine.

He can see her big black eyes looking at him in confusion. “Open it.”

She looks down at the box and takes the lid off.

Inside is a carefully packaged scepter. The head of it is has a checkered black and white pattern. It’s star shaped and has an eye in the middle.

“You’re welcome.” He speaks up, a shit eating grin still on his face.

“Oh.”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that pa… it’s just… I don’t want a staff. I don’t want to be like you..”

His smile doesn’t face, but the joy in his eyes does. “You’re kidding.”

“Pa… it’s-look-“

“I spent good money on it.”

“No.. it looks amazing but-“

“Y’know I was really hoping you’d show a little gratitude since it was custom made for you-“

“Well why didn’t you ask me before doing that?!”

“I can teach you how to use it. Maybe you’ll like it.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna like summoning tendrils to rip people apart with…”

“Y’know what? Fine. You’re grounded.”

She looks at him, slightly shaking her head in disbelief.

“Pa… I’m not like you. I never dreamed of using a powerful staff to hurt people with…”

“So you would prefer to be weak?” Alastor responds aggressively. Before she can even respond, a man kicks the door open, which causes her to jump. He aims a gun at a waiter. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!” He shouts.

A few other guys bust in and do the same thing to other people. Gunshots can be heard.

Guns made of… angelic steel.

“Achess, get down!” Alastor shouts at her. She immediately gets down.

Alastor stands up and summons his black tendrils. He uses them to throw one thug against the wall, but the others point their guns at him.

“You all seem to be having a bad day. Let me make it even worse.” He says, the static in his voice gets even nosier.

But he’s stopped when a bullet is planted in his hand, making him drop his staff, and another in his foot, making him unable to walk.

“…Fuck.” He curses.

He falls over, the thugs corner him. He can feel his big fluffy deer ears push back to his head.

Ache sees the whole thing. Stressed, she’s about to watch the only parental figure she’s ever known die. She wants their guns to be unusable. She wishes they were just toys.

Out of stress, she snaps with her pinky finger again. One of the guys push their gun against Alastor’s head, preparing to pull the trigger.

“STOP!” Ache shouts.

“ACHESS, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Alastor shouts at her. But she doesn’t. Instead, she tries to crawl out and stand up, but is trapped by the tight suit. After struggling in it enough, she forcefully moves in it and rips it up, finally able to stand up. She can breathe so much better now.

She stands across from the thugs.

They don’t hesitate to try shooting her. But the guy who tries it fails. The gun is supposed to release a bullet, but instead it releases a joke flag that says “Gotcha!” on it. It’s a toy gun.

He looks at his gun. “The fuck…” the guy says.

“BOYS, SHOOT HER!” He tells the other thugs. But they try to shoot her and have the same result. One guy releases a dog’s tennis ball from his gun, and another releases paintballs. The paintball hits her neck. She’s in utter shock, and the thugs are extremely embarrassed.

The thug on the left tries to pull out a pocket knife, but a butter knife comes out of his pockets instead.

Another thug tries to pull out an explosive, but a bath bomb comes out instead.

All of their weapons were literal toys. They weren’t before, but they are now. Embarrassment flows through the entire group of men. She snaps with her pinky once more to test a theory she might have. Moments later, a part of the ceiling cracks and falls on top of all of them. Badly injuring some, and killing others.

The entire cafe is silent.

And then, a waitress starts clapping. More people start clapping, until everybody is clapping.

She’s not used to so much praise. She turns around to find herself face to face with her father.

He is unbelievably crossed.

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This is Temperence and Pivver and they’re girlfriends :)

hazbin headcanons

my headcanons for hazbin hotel

tw for murder, manipulation, suicide, and corruption.

Charlie

-Cannot drink energy drinks. It will ruin her for the next few weeks. -Doesn’t look like it, but she listens to 90s rap.

-Cares so deeply about sinners and their struggles, but couldn’t care less about imps and their struggles. -Honestly kind of corrupt. Dare I say the sugary and sickly sweet variation of a politician.

Vaggie

-Is actually not Heaven born, and had a life on earth, but because she fit all the requirements to be an exorcist, they let her do it. They don’t let winners be exorcists anymore because they’re “imperfect” like vaggie was.

-Was verbally abused by Adam.

-Actually does still have an angel form of a moth, it’s just very subtle.

-Charlie tends to glow a lot, and moths are attracted to light.

-Is going to enter a villain arc after being in a toxic relationship with Charlie for so long.

-Very good friends with Husker. They bonded over hating alastor and pull pranks on him. Sometimes when Alastor has a moment, he lays down on the ground. When this happens, vaggie and husk poke him with a stick repeatedly.

Angel Dust

-A very complicated person. Doesn’t exactly fall into a category of person, and is instead just all over.

-Secretly a massive metal head. -His feet hurt from walking in heels constantly. -Horrified of spiders

-is occasionally possessed by the spirit of bigotry, causing him to say something like “GOD TOLD ME TO WIPE THE HOMOSEXUALS OFF OF MURRICA!1!1!1” in a really deep southern accent. He will then go back to normal and talk about how scary that was.

Alastor

-His father took his own life in front of Alastor when he was only 3

-He perceived Roo as an imaginary friend when he was alive. When he was a child-teen, Roo would manipulate him into killing people for her. Which doesn’t excuse it at all, btw. -Thinks he can fight hygiene.

-His name was Alexander when he was alive.

-He was an edgy teenager who would follow the stereotypical teen thing where you go up to your room and thrash to heavy metal when you’re upset. However, because heavy metal and thrashing weren’t really a thing at the time, he would go up to his room and tap dance in anger. He would plant bombs under people’s cars during Halloween and called himself “The Alligator” unironically as some type of street name.

Husker

-Chews up Alastor’s medication.

-Had some issues with his mother that led to him being the way he is. -Tired of living.

-Can build a tank engine from scratch. -catnip gives him headaches

-He’s actually chubby

Niffty

-Head is usually empty

-Lobotomized.

-Was married to Vox in the 50s. She was too emotional for his liking, so he had her lobotomized. But the lobotomy only made her violent. So he stabbed her 3 times with a screwdriver and dragged her dying self to a deep puddle of mud and threw her in the puddle to drown. This caused her need to keep everything clean. She only subconsciously realizes that.

I don’t have any sir pentious headcanons rn. I hope you liked the ones I have :)

when nobody got me, i know my white blood cells got me

true soldiers

Headcanon that kate and toby have really short nails from biting them absentmindedly, and nina takes it upon herself to break the habit for them. she says it's because "she needs more nail to paint"😤

she's always lightly slapping their hands away from their mouths and kate n toby just let it happen😭😭

One of three storyboard animatics Viv did for practice and posted to her twitter January 26, 2018.

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Alastor's nice little daily walk in Pentagram City.