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I grew up with

horror movies, shooter games, creepypasta, fnaf, weird youtubers, and unrestricted internet access

I'm not mad about it tho, at least now I can handle stuff like horror or just in general nasty stuff really well

also happy that I didn't grow up with the gen alpha brainrot

Look at this stupid meme I found, I love it- 😭

not to revive a dead empty blog for this but father charlie mayhew did NOT get his hair pulled and fingers shoved in his mouth for nobody to be writing him as a sub/bottom

Follow You || Prologue || Eyeless Jack

syn: Eyeless Jack has found himself becoming more isolated over the years, distancing himself from everyone and everything. He considers himself an unforgivable monster, one that shouldn’t be a burden to anyone else. After leaving Slender’s mansion and wondering aimlessly through the woods, he stumbles upon a drunken girl in danger. After saving you, he finds himself completely infatuated with you. You’re strikingly similar to him, even attending his old college. He battles an internal debate as he falls for you, deciding whether or not to burden you by staying. While Jack fights his internal turmoil, old enemies from an all too familiar college come out to play. Will Jack be able to defeat his oldest enemy? Will he be able to overcome his self conscious fears to save you? You’d better hope so, since the cult for Chernabog is back and you seem like the perfect sacrifice.

tw: depression

a/n: welcome to the beginning my loves. im sinking my teeth into this slow burn novel and plan on spending lots of time crafting it. enjoy :)

There was a certain emptiness that resonated in Jack’s chest. The kind of emptiness one can’t ignore or wash away. The kind that consumed your mind, body, and soul. The kind that Jack couldn’t escape, no matter how hard he tried.

Jack considered himself a very run of the mill person. If you took away the demon that controlled a majority of his life, he wasn’t interesting. On the inside he was still the same nerdy bookworm who loved the art of medicine. He hated that his one true passion was overshadowed by the monster he had become. Leafs crunched beneath his heavy boots, the dim moonlight illuminating his path. Jack spent nights like this, wandering aimlessly in the shadows of the night. He traveled beyond Slender’s forest, into human trails. He didn’t fear being seen, for his mask and ominous jet black hoodie concealed the freak that he was.

It wasn’t as if Jack hadn’t tried. He had tried to get better. To feel better. He did everything he could to flesh out his time. He even went as far as to become the mansion's doctor, signing himself up for twenty four hours a day care for any proxy or creep in need. Most of the time he saw the proxies, who tended to get wounded the most. At first he was fascinated, consumed with the notion that his work would be meaningful in the long run. That maybe with hands-on experience he would be able to complete his college education, even if it wasn’t in the traditional way. Jack soon discovered his wishes were too far from reality, a majority of his efforts being spent restraining himself from devouring the proxies' organs. He had lost count of how many times Masky or Hoodie had stumbled into his lab, with the same stereotypical gunshot wound or stab wound. Their injuries became like clock work to him, the smell of their exposed wounds beginning to not even faze him anymore.

Jack supposed this was a good thing, if he were to ever be around normal humans. He didn’t count on it, his hideous appearance one that would forever restrain him from living any form of a normal life. Jack cringed at the memories of his transition, his face twisting in disgust as he recalled his first moments of being reborn. Slaughtering and terrorizing the cult that had sacrificed him didn’t bother him necessarily, what bothered him was what occurred afterwards. With black tar trailing down his face and mangled flesh in between his teeth, Jack went on to attack and kill any breathing specimen whose heartbeat he would hear. This included many innocent’s houses, ones with babies and children. Jack’s stomach churned at the memory of how hard he had to fight himself to not tear apart the children's chest. At the time Jack had no self control and had no will to form one. It wasn’t until Slenderman found him that he managed to calm down. 

Jack was the first creep Slenderman found, even if the demon was in figurative pieces. Truthfully Jack’s loyalty to him was founded once the supernatural creature taught him self control in his new form. Jack knew that the entity was far from a good being. Logically he knew he was most likely a science project for the blank faced creature who walked the Earth alone. As time went on and he founded the mansion, his proxies, etc, Jack knew Slendeman wasn’t a good being. He wasn’t some guardian angel. He was a monster who thrived off of power. He may have logically known this, but due to The Operator unintentionally saving Jack from slaughtering hundreds upon hundreds of innocent beings, he was a devoted follower who gave him his loyalty willingly. The Operator was not a fan of Jack’s existential crisis. Although he respected the eyeless man, he could never understand the humanity that stuck with him even in his new form. Jack and him were like opposite sides of a coin, never quite understanding the other but more similar than they truly could comprehend.

Jack shook his shoulders, attempting to stop his thoughts from spiraling again. This is how it always went. The demon would recall his horrific and boring life, then question how it started, then rinse and repeat. Sometimes his wandering thoughts varied to his relationships with others. Like how in an odd way he was fond of the ghost girl Sally or how much he despised hearing Jeff speak for more than ten seconds. Somehow he had landed himself in a position where they were his only friends, even if he couldn’t stand the pale faced killer. 

These late night walks were always just for pondering, Jack trying to get himself on some form of a schedule when it came to his meals. As time progressed he realized there was no way around it and no way over it: he had to consume human organs. He had tried everything. Animal organs, any and all kinds of blood, human food, human organs that were kept at the hospitals nearby. He even tried to starve himself to death. He found that nothing satisfied him more than harvesting fresh organs no matter how much he hated it. No matter how much Jack despised the craving that controlled his life, he was a slave to it. His attempts at starvation were pointless, the demons rampage far worse if he was starving. So Jack tried to be as humane as possible, even if it caused him more physical problems then it may be worth it to others. He killed at the beginning of the week, preserving his meals throughout the week. The rest of the week he spent his time like this, aimlessly pondering and allowing himself to be consumed with his thoughts and regret.

Usually these nights went just like this, uneventful and in the end nothing productive could be said about them. He knew he’d go home, only to have a proxy to patch up or Jeff to bug him to death. While trivial and unamusing, Jack had accepted his fate. He was doomed to an eternity of gore and mundane tasks, just to fill up the endless time. After all, isn’t this what he deserved? Didn’t he deserve to-

Sniff sniff.

Unable to control his nose twitching he froze, the forest seemingly falling silent. Jack inhaled deeply, attempting to place the source of the scent. It wasn’t one he was unfamiliar with, quite the contrary. The sweet metallic scent of human blood flooded his nostrils, the demon inside of him unable to contain its satisfaction just from the mere smell. He turned his head towards the direction of the smell, inhaling once more. Although he should’ve been hauling himself in the opposite direction, Jack couldn’t have been anymore intrigued. A wounded human in this neck of the woods? How far away from civilization could one have mindlessly stumbled? 

More sinister theories began to emerge from the darker parts of his mind the longer he pondered. Were you a victim of violence? Being dumped and left in the forest to rot? Jack shivered at the thought, this time focusing on his acute sense of hearing. To his surprise he only heard one heartbeat, although faint. Before he could stop himself he was hauling his body over to the source. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, all logical and rule following gone out of the window. Jack didn’t enjoy many things about his being, but he did enjoy his speed. With his height and animalistic abilities, his unnatural speed was much faster than any other being he had encountered this far. The metallic scent was a trail he could follow without any trouble, his feet carrying him to his mystery. 

Jack wasn’t sure what he had anticipated on seeing. The blood was fresh, but you weren’t oozing with the stuff either. He came to an abrupt halt at the sight of you, the human in question. In a small clearing with the moonlight’s grace, he was able to make out your small form. A backpack was strapped to your back, your hair tangled and messy. Your makeup was smudged, your knees bleeding from a presumed fall. In your hand was a large stick, one you were struggling to even hold correctly. Your soft doe eyes were narrowed with fierceness, focused on the wild animal before you. A stray coyote, one thin and battling with starvation Jack presumed, was circling you like worthless prey. Jack hadn’t accounted for his affect on the ecosystem of this forest, but perhaps he had gone a little too out of hand with his hunting.

He could make out the coyotes bones through its fur, its teeth snarled as it growled at you. Jack could hear the pounding of your heartbeat, the way it smacked against your ribcage. Although he knew he may be hanged for his crime of exposure, Jack found himself stepping out of the shadows. An animalistic growl brewed in the bottom of his throat, his teeth bared beneath his mask. The coyote’s attention was immediately diverted to the demon, who stood tall and dangerous as he intimidated the animal. The coyote visibly shuddered at the sight of Jack, turning on its heels and darting off into the forest. A small sigh of relief left Jacks lips. He wouldn’t need to traumatize you by tearing apart a live animal before you. His gaze returned to you, your eyes widened with fear. You stumbled backwards, your back hitting the tree.

With each step Jack took towards you he could smell the scent of alcohol getting stronger. Ahh, a drunk college student. “It’s not smart to be here this time of night,” Jack said, his voice deeper than he intended it to be. His noted the way your face relaxed at the sound of his voice. “Who made youuu the ruler of the forest?” You slurred, unsteadily propping yourself up against the tree. Jack cringed at the sight of dirt and filth coating your open wounds on your legs, swallowing as he approached you. “I don’t flatter myself that much. What’d you do to yourself?” He questioned, pointing at your knees. At the sight of his gray skin you stumbled towards him, your touch warm and soft as you grabbed his hand. “Ohhh you have argyria. That must suck,” You mumbled. You must’ve assumed Jack couldn’t hear your comment. Maybe he couldn’t have, if his hearing wasn’t so acute. He hesitated as you examined his skin, seemingly amazed to see it. Arygria did in fact make one’s skin a gray color, but no where near as dark as his. Had you only read about it?

“How do you know what argyria is?” Jack found himself asking. Of course he knew what it was, medicine was his bread and butter. He wasn’t trying to judge you based on appearances, but you were a drunken girl in a skimpy dress in the middle of a forest at a presumed two am. “I study medicine, sir. I’m gonna be a doctor one day!” You proclaimed, a goofy smile spreading across your lips. A college student. It was slowly making sense, even if Jack couldn’t reason why you were stranded in the middle of no where like this. He ignored the way his stomach jumped at being called sir, pulling his hand away. “Thats great. Do you know which direction you came from? You need to go home,” Jack said, diverting the conversation to go in the direction it should go. Maybe he wouldn’t technically be breaking any rules if you didn’t recall this conversation in the morning. That had to count for something, right? You giggled as you put your hand over your eyes, spinning in a circle. You out stretched your arm, extending your pointer finger. 

Jack watched curiously as you drunkenly landed on a random direction when you finally came to some form of a halt. “That way!” You declared, a wide grin on your face. Jack tilted the head to the side as you stumbled in the random direction, awkwardly tripping over your own feet and falling onto the ground. He watched your consciousness slip away, your captivating eyes fluttering shut. Your pulse and heartbeat were still even, your breath not shallow. He tilted his head to the side, studying you as if you were a puppy. He looked both directions, ensuring there were no observers before he picked you up. Carelessly he threw you over his shoulder, carrying you as if you were as light as a feather. Jack had intended on patching you up and being on his way. Truthfully, that was his plan. Little did he know he signed up for far more than he bargained for.

disclaimer: I am east asian. if anyone who is not white sees anything wrong with my phrasing, inaccuracies, or insensitivity, or something I missed, please feel free to add on. I’m just one person with one perspective; none of what I say should be taken as The Singular way to draw an Asian character. if you havent done so already, please take the effort to expand your view of Asian culture outside this one tutorial.

if a white person reblogs this and adds something stupid I’m going to bite and kick you like a wild animal

Cooper and Nicholas have so much love for each other ❤️

Having A Boyfriend Because He Can Protect & Fight For You

WRONG

Having A Boyfriend So He Can Open Your Bottle Of Water 🥹🥰😘

(Cooper Winking @ Nicholas !!)

#MyHeart❤️

I’m going to rant about this whole thing now. The fact that he removed the post AGAIN. Because of all the sensitive ass people complaining about it. If you don’t watch the show don’t comment on it. He wasn’t dressed like that for Halloween. (Which I’ve seen a lot of people on TikTok saying this was a costume) This was for a show! A show if anyone was watching would know is complete blasphemy. That’s the whole point of it. I don’t see what’s wrong with him just goofing around on set in between takes. This is a heavy show with heavy storylines. There’s nothing wrong with him wanting to do a TikTok dance. There’s also another video of him doing it with three other people. They were just having fun.

If something like this offends you, I hope you’ve never watched AHS, or anything Ryan has done. Or any sort of horror movie or show that has religious elements if you’re that easily offended. I’ve also seen people saying no one forced him to take this job or no amount of money is worth mocking god.

First off.. he’s not mocking god. Second.. So to make all of you happy he should turn down jobs that could really further his career???? I mean I know Ryan Murphy is a piece of shit. But working with him is actually a huge thing for an actor like Nicholas. So he’d be a fool to turn that down just because some of yall don’t like something. DONT WATCH IT.

Another thing that trips me out about this is so it’s okay for us to lust after him playing a priest that’s doing the most wildest, disrespectful shit with sister Megan in a church. It’s okay for us to fangirl over edits of him as Lyle Menendez, someone who’s a SA victim. But now THIS is where we draw the line and where we have to stop supporting him? Right. Okay, got it.

so persuasion (2022) was not enough torture????

So I was doing some homework like 10 mins ago right. And I had to do a summary of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne for my notes and tell me why I was reading it yk and Dimmesdale (who is a minister in the book who's having an affair with a married women) whips himself nightly for his sins. Idk what's wrong with me but my mind immediately went to Father Charlie Mayhew. Now I can't get it out of my mind that Ryan Murphy might've taken even the slightest bit of inspiration from the Scarlet Letter for that unique quirk of Father Charlie. Help me I'll never look at The Scarlet Letter the same again.

im so confused why did he did the brat dance for a scene in grotesquerie??

The Nicholas Chavez hate be so forced lol . Every week stan twitter/tik tok try to find the most unserious things to hate and cancel him for. Like I don’t even go here I’m just a casual viewer of his work (and yes he hot) and I can see how weird people are about him .

BYE IM DEAD ASF

that is definitely not normal you for sure need to get that checked out

Chat is it normal to feel like my leg is going to rip out of my knee after a five minute walk?

so im trying to decipher this chart on wikipedia that has common vampire weaknesses in it and

a ‘green/yes’ is a weakness, a ‘red/no’ is something that isnt a weakness, and a ‘?’ is something that has never been addressed but fucking riddle me this

in what lore are vampires weak to getting soggy in milk

azriel has a slutty little waist. this is my truth

Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

can you people stop being gay? cut it out lol

Who Are We To Judge?

My opinions on the #whiteboyofthemonth trend and toxic parasocial relationship, celebrity and internet culture

The obsessive fan culture surrounding "white boy of the month" is often VERY toxic. Every time like clockwork, people all over the world will decide to obsess over, a white (usually an actor) celebrity (currently Nicholas Alexander Chavez). Fans sexually objectify these individuals, writing obscene fanfictions example “Nicholas Alexander Chavez (notice; not the character he plays) × the reader" fanfiction while knowing he's in a whole relationship (which is disrespectful, not only to his girlfriend but to their relationship. If we witnessed a woman hitting on a man, knowing he was in a relationship, would we not all turn our noses up at her behaviour?)

People found out who Nicholas was dating, and proceeded to harass her on social media, drudging up whatever they could find about her (usually negative) and ripped her appearance apart.

I saw people saying that Victoria (Nick's girlfriend was had an issue with Taby (his previous co-star) and forced Nicholas to unfollow all his previous female co-stars from following him. Like were you in the room when that conversation took place? I saw people saying that she wore a matching shirt Nick and Taby had on Taby's birthday as almost like a dig at her. Like, y'all don't know these people AT ALL. He could have had his own reasons for doing so. You don't know Nicholas, and you don't know Victoria.

People are basing a lot of their 'evidence' on what they've found on social media and then making their minds up. People will infer things based on their own biases and not off of any definitive facts. Voicing your biased opinions on social media as fact is damaging, and unsuspecting individuals will take it as fact.

Then due to their obsession, ‘fans’ will then proceed to start digging up, and ripping apart anything they can find about the celebrity's past, being highly critical of every decision they've ever made in their lives and judgmental about situations they don't know nearly enough about to comment on, like people can't grow from who they've been or like they know the person and the thinking that went into every decision he's ever made.

My final opinions in regards to Parasocial Relationships

Having expressed my grievances about how inappropriate parasocial relationships are, I have to say, I'm not all too surprised they've reached the precipice that they have. Our society has always regarded celebrities and socialites (now influencers) as public property, collectively agreeing that is perfectly acceptable to invade the personal and private lives of actors, musicians and influencers just because they are in the spotlight. Why would someone having fame mean they are no longer entitled to privacy. Even thinking back to an argument I saw being had online about individuals wanting influencers to be 'real' and relatable. On the one side, some of those individuals were imploring that influencers stop peddling unrealistic standards to the public through the use of facetuning and passing off plastic surgery as the results of hard work in the gym and genetics. But some people want influencers to go deeper and talk about topics such as their relationship issues, both platonic and romantic, which respectfully, is NONE of our BUSINESSES. There is nothing wrong with people treating social media as a highlight reel and keeping their personal life PERSONAL.

My final opinions in regards to social media culture

Social media may not exist in the real world but we're interacting with real people, so why would our morals go out the window when interacting with a stranger online when we would treat the stranger on the street with for more curtesy and respect? Why do we feel comfortable ripping people apart just because we're not saying these cruel things directly to their faces? Why do we recognise ourselves as complex individuals, with feelings and sensitivities and not think to afford the person on the other side of the screen the same considerations? We've had these conversations before, where both celebrities and influencers have come out and explained that they see the hurtful things people write about them. I know some of you may say, "oh, those are just usually trolls", but they're not. They're everyone. We've created a culture where everyone wants to voice their opinions on everything in order to connect with likeminded people across the world, not realising that they don't just exist in an echo chamber, other people are going to see what you say about someone, some people might even take what you say about that person seriously, especially if you say it with conviction despite it being a simple opinion. But most importantly, the people you talk about might see what you have to say about them online.

After witnessing how the 80's media wrote and spoke about the Menendez's brothers abuse, how defense lawyers and prosecutors presented their cases in the two separate trials, and how it definitively affected the overall outcome and ruling of both cases

Versus

How the youth of today perceives the case after assessing the SAME cases, by accessing archival evidence through the internet and learning from each other (while also, of course, having different generational moral values to previous generations), we can recognise that there is difference in public perception of two completely different generations looking at the same case, and that difference comes down to words and the narratives that are circulated.

The Gen Z generation has had far more quick access to information due to the accessibility of the internet, and subsequently each other, where we can share our knowledge but also opinions with one another. Our perspectives on the world are shaped by each other, including the individual on the other side of the world. With globalisation, translation AI and global languages, we CAN learn about worldviews that exist outside of our physical locations/communities, therefore, we are far less suseptible to the hive-mind that could have impacted the rationales and opinions of prior generations.

We can't afford to act like words are mere flippant expressions of one's thoughts, opinions or intelligences. Your words have weight. We should be far wiser and more considerate with what we put online, what we say about each other and how we communicate with each other.

wait I don't understand what's so bad about this

the smile 🥹🥹 hes so precious

nicholas alexander chavez you will always be famous

"On the day of the first arraignment, I was so nervous. So I walked out there and Leslie made a joke and it was so nerve wracking that I smiled. And it was this defense mechanism that came out. Well on the cameras from then until the rest of eternity you have me smiling as if I think that the whole thing is a joke. And ironically, exactly the opposite of how I felt. Because behind the scenes, I can't stop crying. I'm on massive doses of anti-depressants and I just want to die. Instead, what's portrayed is this arrogant kid who thinks that this is all a joke and who does he think he is and what an awful person. Exactly the opposite of what was happening."

Erik Menendez

i fear i have fallen for nicholas chavez too……

this is so flipping real

I just want Nicholas Alexander Chavez to whip his dick out and slap me in the face with it.

Nicholas at InStyle Imagemaker Awards, tonight 24th October, 2024.

straight men are on something else

small Brian portrait

A quick venting session about smth rq

I’m so fucking sick of these weird parasocial “fans” of Nicholas Chavez on TikTok. Like every second video I see is some hun all up in his and Victorias business. Like leave them the fuck alone bruh. It’s like ppl are trying to find any reason to hate on Victoria and their relationship and are like… desperate to see them broken up. It’s so fucking annoying lmaoooo like these people do not give a fuck about yall and you’re making it your life’s mission to be a cunt like 😭😭😭

And it so clearly comes from a place of jealousy too. They want Nicholas so bad so they try and run his relationship. Like grow the fuck up.