Latest Posts by jugglingbayonets - Page 7

So fucking true

Bro. I am on my knees fucking BEGGING for a creepy pasta fic that HAS NO READER INSERT OF ANY FORM

Theres so much X Reader or just general reader insert that i wanna die

Please just give me chaotic slendermansion

🔪Jeff The Killer & Homicidal Liu Headcanons🔪

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-Okay so Jeff, contrary to popular belief, is really short lol

-And I mean like 5’3 short, he was always super small compared to Liu - and was picked on a lot in school because of it

-But in school he wouldn’t let people pick on him for very long, he was most definitely the type of kid to needlessly fight in order to assert dominance and not look like a punk

-But he also just liked to do it!

-Jeff grew up an extremely angry kid, he’d fight, verbally attack people, throw things, threaten

-While Liu on the other hand was a tall quiet kid. He was the oldest, he read books, played video games and chess - and just wanted to be left alone.

-Oh yeah Liu was like 16, while Jeff was like 14 or 15

-In my headcanoned version they’re presently 27 (Liu), and 25 (Jeff)

-And while Liu was quiet, he understood humans and how to manipulate them amazingly

-He understood what to say, how to act, how to feel and how to cater to people in order to earn their trust

-So he could, of course, get stuff out of them lol

-He’d tell Jeff “look man, you don’t gotta beat the shit out of the teacher because he gave you a bad grade - just suck up to him and manipulate him, it’s much easier” and Jeff of course was like “Nah I ain’t doing that! Didn’t know I had a pussy for a brother”

-Jeff had an extreme distaste for his brother, he never liked him lol

-He thought of him as a weak, snobby goody-goody who never could have any fun

-(“fun” meaning illegal shit obviously)

-And while he was most of those things he definitely was not weak lol - they both were extremely strong, just in different ways

-And Jeff was too stupid to see it

-In Jeff’s mind - Liu’s sucking up = big gigantic pussy syndrome

-And god forbid Jeff take a blow to his own ego by acting like a “pussy bitch”, even if it’s a smart move to make

-All and all Jeff was, and still is a stubborn idiot

-When it came to Jeff and Liu’s parents - Liu was the favorite

-While Jeff was getting in trouble on the daily, fighting and being ignored and looked down upon by his own parents - Liu was getting all the attention and praise, continuously spoiled and shown off

-If any child could fly over the roof and shit gold eggs in their parent’s eyes, it would be Liu

-Jeff sucked at math and English, he hated reading

-Whenever he had to read out loud he acted like a little pisser for a bit, and then would try - failing miserably in the process

-after being corrected a few times by his teacher and other classmates he’d become enraged, throw his chair and desk and leave in a huff

-after awhile the teacher wouldn’t even ask him anymore

-it’s a win I guess?

-And of course Liu had no trouble with both, imagine Jeff coming home:

-“Fucker, help me with English.”

-And of course Liu is like “fine”

-Even though he found it annoying to have to help his brother who struggles so much with reading, he also found it to be comedy gold when he couldn’t even pronounce “Europe” correctly

-And the feeling it gave Liu to correct him was just amazing, anything that made Liu feel smart just filled him with such smug pride

-These tutoring sessions always seemed to turn into a physical fight between the two brothers, Jeff always starting it of course

-Liu usually winning

-Presently Jeff is a wide dude, built like a brick shit house

-Specifically wide with muscles, he has the physique of a body builder, very puffy cartoonish muscles - not extremely pretty looking

-He still suffers from small man syndrome, still extremely angry, still compensating for many things

-He hasn’t become anymore intelligent lol, he’s just become older

-He’s still impulsive, violent, crass, impolite

-But the only respectable thing about him is that he’s honest about who he is. He knows he isn’t the smartest, he knows he definitely isn’t a saint, he hides in dank abandoned houses - drinks like a fish and does hard drugs for the thrill of it. He murders and terrorizes, he tortures, he destroys.

-but he just can not muster a single fuck

-Liu is the complete opposite

-It’s funny, Liu and Jeff could not be anymore similar. They are two sides of a coin, they are both homicidal maniacs who want to fulfill their selfish needs. They don’t feel a single thing except the animalistic impulse to destroy, feed, and procreate. The only difference is one’s a liar, and the other is honest.

-Liu is so scared he’s going to taint his seemingly perfect appearance

-He kills and tortures as well - just behind closed doors.

-The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill 12 cemeteries, the things he’s done would make his parents role in their grave

-Yet he lies and puts on a persona of a smart, soft spoken man who cares for the people around him. A man who says he despises murderous lunatics, when he’s one himself - and usually worse than the other ones he condemns!

-That’s why they’ll never get along, they have no respect for each other

-Liu will always look at Jeff as a dirty, feral dimwit and Jeff will always see Liu as a cowardly liar.

-Anyways, Liu’s full first name is Luis

-Jeff is the type to visit Liu while he’s drunk just to fuck with him

-Liu is a spitting image of his father, both him and his father have very soft, kind features.

-While Jeff looks very much like his mom - either he has a constant scowl on his face or has the most evil smile imaginable

-Jeff just looks like he burns down buildings

-Jeff has crooked ass teeth

-When you think of Liu - think of Patrick Bateman. “I want to fit in.”

-God Liu is so boring he prolly listens to smooth elevator Jazz

-Jeff would listen to the noisiest shit

-like, if this guy had access to the internet and understood it he’d prolly listen to anime speedcore/soundcore

-Like he would listen to this^^^

-And he would fucking love it

-Also Jeff would be so, so problematic

-He’d prolly say the most offensive, ignorant shit just to get a rise out of people

-Anything to start a fight, anything to give him a reason to hurt people

-But I feel as if he’d be extremely misogynistic, like actually

-Would not at all be surprised if he genuinely hated women

-He’s on par with a rabid animal

-And even now at 25 years old, NOBODY LIKES HIM! Even the creepypastas that know of him are so fucking annoyed and/or completely put off by him

-They can’t even really use him for anything, and even if they could, would it be worth it to listen to him?

-He’s also that kid in middle school that’d show people cartel videos

-and Liu HATED it, totally despised it

-He’d be like “what the fuck man?! Cut it out”

-God forbid his reputation be tarnished by his brother

-Legit Liu would not give two shits if he wasn’t his brother, maybe he’d condemn it if people around him were doing the same

-But he personally does not care about social justice or people in general

-He’s just too self absorbed to

-Legit Jeff would be /pol/ on 4chan

-He probably frequented 4chan

-Oh Liu is so fucking big into Facebook

-He’d probably repost some of those stupid inspirational minion memes up on his page as if he was a middle aged mother

-This man is a “live laugh love” type

-If only people knew

~Olive🐰

~My general mansion head cannons!~

this is just my personal head cannons. no idea how it might correlate with the actual head cannon.

tw:

mentions of murder

please tell me if I should add a trigger warning.

# proxies and creepypastas are different things. proxies are more like slenders workers, doing the organized killings, cleaning things up after a messy job, and grabbing food and martials for everyone else.

# creepypastas are more like trophies, see how many good ones you can collect, the more deadly/violent the better.

# you can cycle through proxies like a pedal on a bike. they pay for their own food, get their own clothes, cut their own hair, so there's is really no expense if a few hundred get killed on the job.

# you cant really cycle through pastas. slender pays for their food, hair, clothes ect. if a pasta gets killed or goes missing its more of a expense.

#slender never tells anyone but his brothers this. they have tea together once a month, even though the only sure participant is splendor.

#during these tea dates (not like dating) they usually talk about their lives and how their business are running. like a once a month rant.

#if anyone finds out and gets the pastas/proxies to believe them all hell would break out and slender would have to start from scratch. both sides are very prideful and dangerous and neither want to be used.

#slender lives in a manor not a mansion

#back to proxies/creepypastas, pastas get rooms in the manor where as only the most useful or highly ranked proxies get rooms in there.

#pastas get supernatural perks where as only the best proxies in slenders eyes get them.

#perks such as, faster speed, for strength, more dexterity, more constitution.

#slender does provide various items to proxies though, there is a bin that is refilled every once in a while which contains, canned food, band aids, water bottles, tooth brushes, pocket knives, and very rarely camping gear like sleeping bags and tents.

#pasta or proxies. if you are no longer useful or slender has to room for you slender will not hesitate to drop you. its a business not a charity. (although it happens to creepypastas less because of their expense)

#the manor is constantly being over run with greenery whether it be a potted plan or a dandelion growing in a crack. the areas with more traffic are usually more well kept though.

usually

Cursed thought:

So in the Creepypasta Fandom, we have canons of Video Games Things coming to IRL right. Like Glitchy Red, Tails Doll etc etc.

Okay so. Concept.

BEN (Network. Not Lawman) breaking out of MM, going into other games, gaining those video game logic and then coming into the real world.

I want Nettie (term by @ivrket-art when referring to Network BEN) to have Video Game logic IRL is what I'm saying.

Imagine the CHAOS.

Nettie with mega inventory slots or any Legend of Zelda bombs and weaponary. He can pull out a gun or a random flamethrower

But also imagine Nettie functioning base on Video Game Logic. Having to do weird maneuvers to "glitch" through floors cause it's faster than using an elevator, or having the ability to ragdoll down the stairs cause it's faster than walking. Nettie double jumping. Or even rolling like in LoZ: Minish Cap because it's just so much faster than walking.

Also imagine. Minecraft Creative Mode Nettie.

POV : Nettie is free

Do Not Under Any Circumstances Drink From These Teacups

"King Pandora" would be such a cool Hero Name for Tokoyami ✨💋🕊️🖤

Centipede tamer

Please Stop

⠀⠀⠀about the Mugen train movie , there is one detail that I couldn't stop thinking of . you know that part when they get into the main characters' subconscious ? Tanjiro's subconscious is extremely clear and peaceful , but Rengoku's was endless fire and unbreathable air , as well as a covered sky . so i immediately thought , there is just so much that he is repressing . as fiery , passionate and kind he may seem on the outside , i think that there is a lot of clash between what he wants to be / show and how he feels ; as much as he doesn't want to ,

i'm pretty sure that the abuse of his father has affected him deeply . perhaps is it that he also possesses the same capacity to anger and be harsh with his words , but refuses to act as such , and instead chooses a different front .

but that inevitably creates inner turmoil since there is conflict . the inability to reconcile how he feels with what he is , following duty instead of heart ; and the fact that there is so much at stake and so much out of his control . especially that he is still desperately searching for his father's approval , which never truly comes .

there is so much that he has to protect , so much that his own heart comes last . and all the fire surrounding him is inevitably burning him inside .

i just thought it was a very interesting detail and i really wanted to comment on that . .

fire can be a good thing , it is warm and passionate ; but fire burns too . and his subconscious just seemed to be very far from tranquil . and i can only imagine that if rengoku were to truly snap , it wouldn't be pretty . he may even mirror his father's actions and words , and that , he would absolutely hate himself for .

a thing to explore . . 👁️

it's got my brain to think about such scenarios . . 🤨

Today's Menu; 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘢

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Rengoku Kyojuro is a patience young boy. He took pride in that small bit of him because he was aware of how much damages could be done when your emotions were left unchecked. He was patience when it comes to completing his training, patience when it comes to taking care of his little brother and certainly patience when it comes to deal with his father.

But he, just like other normal human beings, had his own limits too.

Kyojuro couldn't helped but to glower down on the waste of food in the trash can -- the food that he and Senjuro had cooked for their dear father. Among the food, scattering around were pieces of papers, one that he recognized its origins based on the writings he could detect from tbe pieces. The food and letters he and Senjuro had made for their dear father. For their father's birthday. Senjuro, bless that small boy, had been nothing but excited and skipping in his steps when he walked around the market with Kyojuro to find the food's ingredients, blabbering on whether their father would like the meal they made for him or not. Senjuro was so excited to show how much progress he had made in writing kanji that he kept redoing the letters all day before.

The least their father could've done would be keeping the letters if he found the food to be inedible for him.

Kyojuro lose the appetite to make himself a dinner, plopping his sheathed sword on the table as he hurried to tie the plastic from the trash can to be put outside before Senjuro could see the fills in it. He wouldn't want his little brother to cry another endless of tears with the lack of love from their father. He kept his hands clenched, keeping down the boiling rage inside him as he walked passed his father's bedroom.

The urge to burst in and scream at the old man was tempting, but Kyojuro knew nothing would be gained through reckless anger.

Yet, even after he finished with putting out the trash and scrubbing his hands clean, he still couldn't sit tight or calm himself. His uniform was dirty from the last mission he just finished. He should take a bath. But he stood there alone in the kitchen, hands still clenching tight. With a huff, Kyojuro placed back his sword into his belt and left the estate to take a walk outside. Danger be damned, if he couldn't tone down his anger, he would be the most dangerous one around lurking in the night. He walked and walked, mind somewhere else, letting his feet to take the lead.

Kyojuro tilted his head up to the sky, pressing his lips. Oh, what would his mother thought of the family situation now? Her absence had a great effect, but his father acted like he was the only one who suffered the most. By God, Kyojuro and Senjuro lost their own mother that day, Senjuro couldn't even remembered how she looked like! They could still lived like it was another normal day, but why couldn't their father did the same? Why couldn't their father be strong enough? Why did it have to be Kyojuro who had to lighten up the household and carried on the responsibility?

He was so tired. He just turned 16 years old last month, give him a break.

Kyojuro stopped walking, his mind snapped back to reality as a new scent stirred in the air. His stomach growled once he recognized the smell to be of a food, alerting him that he had not eaten anything since finishing his mission. Which stall opened at late night near the forest? Maybe it was a demon's trick. With that in mind, he grasped on the hilt of his sword, eyes darting around for any signs of dangers as he continued to walk closer to where the smell would be.

Standing in front of him now was a building, the sign outside introduced him that it was a restaurant. A restaurant in the middle of nowhere? How very suspicious. Kyojuro approached the building and noticed a small whiteboard sign propped near the entrance.

☞ 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧

☞ 𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯

☞ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴!

☞ 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥

Huh, he never seen such rules before in any food selling places he went to. Looking at the structure of the building, it seemed to be newly built and recently opened. Still suspicious though, why would anyone want to build a restaurant away from the public eyes? The sounds of footsteps coming from the inside caused him to jump in surprise, and peeking out through the entrance was a woman.

She didn't looked Japanese, perhaps a foreigner. The woman noticed Kyojuro standing outside and blinked at him. She stared at him for a good couple of seconds before standing straight, adjusting her headscarf and smiled.

" It's a bit late for you to be out. Would you like to come in for something to eat? "

Kyojuro would have rejected the invitation if it wasn't for his stomach growling louder than before, drawing in the awkwardness and embarrassment in him. The woman tilted her head, her smile seemed amused now. Defeated, Kyojuro covered his red ears with his hair and looked down on his clothes.

" I apologize for my state of clothing. I didn't even know there was a restaurant around here. "

" Do you have blood on them? "

Kyojuro squinted his eyes a little. " I hope not. "

" Hmm, good enough for me. Wash your hands and feet first before coming in. "

The woman disappeared inside the building, leaving Kyojuro to decide what to do. He wished he had bathed first before taking a walk. Dusting off the dirt from his clothes, he took off his footwear and cleaned his hands and feet.

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The inside of the building was much more fascinating that he thought it would be. The lights were bright, clean tables and chairs neatly in their positions and the plants inside made the place looked more lively. He was so busy looking around the facility he didn't realized the woman had placed his order in front of him, as well as his drink. He wasn't sure what to order, so he opted for a noddle meal, in which the woman nodded and told him she had something for him.

The broth looked heavenly thick, white noddles filling in every corner of the bowl, green vegetables and onions in the soup made it looked fresh and the boiled egg and shrimps popping out in between the noodles seemed to glint under the light. It was the same scent he smelled before -- filled with richness and spiciness that smelled so good even before his tongue could taste it first. It was beautiful.

" You're drooling. " The woman offered him chopsticks, seemingly pleased that her cooking looked good. " If you want to use spoon or fork, I'll get them for you. "

Kyojuro smiled back, reaching for the chopsticks. " Thank you for the food. " Careful not to burn himself, he slowly took the first bite of the noddles.

Oh, this. This reminded him of the times his mom would made him noodle soup when he was feeling down. She would also made tempura and sweet potatoes dessert for him, smiling so sweetly as he offered to help her cook. The coconut broth of the meal was delicious, the noodles were easy to chew and swallow. It was both spicy and sweet, bot flavors balancing each other. The food was warm, it was tasty and it was comforting.

" 𝘜𝘮𝘢𝘪! " Kyojuro found himself chanting as he took another bite, again and again until only the broth was left in the still steaming bowl. That was fast. He didn't realized how starving he was.

The woman returned again, napkins in her hands as she lit up at the finished food.

" That good? "

" It was amazing! Delicious! " Kyojuro cried out, noting on how he felt more energetic than before. " What it this meal? Please do tell me! "

She laughed. " It's laksa, usually done with coconut broth or curry flavor. Laksa is a spicy noodle soup from Malaysia, also found in other South East Asian counties including Singapore and Indonesia."

" I feel so much better now! Amazing! " He repeated, eyes twinkling in amazement.

" I am glad you like it, kid. It's on the house. "

" Oh no, I simply cannot -- "

" It's fine, I am about to close anyway. " She insisted, waving the napkins in his face before setting it down on the table. " Besides, I couldn't leave a hungry child out alone, could I? "

" Well then, if you can't receive money as my thank you, then shall I spread the word of your restaurant so you can gain more customers? " He suggested, crossing his arms over his chest. " I do find this place to be too far from the public..."

The woman paused, a flicker of worry could be seen on her face, which then vanished as she gave him a smile.

" I guess that would be nice. Thank you, Rengoku. "

Kyojuro nodded, pleased with the settlement. Belly full, energy recharged and in a good mood, he bid the woman goodnight and hurried back to his house, already thinking of bringing Senjuro to the restaurant and maybe even try on the woman's recipe to try again with gifting his father with another food.

It didn't occured to him of how she knew his name in the first place.

Don't you hate it when you got teleported into an anime series and has to survive by opening a restaurant that both slayers and demons come? Not me tho y'all stay safe

Nazra, somehow, has been teleported to the Demon Slayer series. While she didn't know that much about the series, she knows the basic and stuff. There's already a restaurant when she was there, ownership under her name. So with the knowledge of her modern life, she opens her restaurant.

Idk how to draw building, but this is kinda how I imagine her restaurant to be.

Girl is sweating with how much attention she's getting like she just wants to survive and works in her restaurant smh

At least she's getting the profit and benefits from all those attention.

Your Douma headcanons post got me wondering: What were the modern changes/current events/technology that shocked Kokushibo and Akaza the most?

kokushibo does not allow artificial inner world in this house. akaza doesn't like Things That Talk

(hc post)

floragato con botas

bipedal cat from spain

🃏THE MAGIC SHOW🌷

So the current Ufotable Cafe theme is the "Rengoku Family," featuring limited edition goods and cafe items themed around five characters. Wait, five? Yes, Kyojuro, Ruka, Senjuro, Shinjuro... and Akaza.

First of all, rude.

Second, that's hilarious.

I am so tickled by the idea of an AU in which it's not just Akaza bugging Kyojuro and pressing him to become a demon, but Akaza inserting himself into the Rengoku family and bugging everyone, like he's the annoying kid next door character on a sitcom who is always over at the family's house for whatever reason and everybody just has to put up with him because they can't get him to go home.

A Compilation of Akaza Being a Simp for Rengoku Starring:

The Horny:

The ‘Marry Me’ :

The Obsessed Lover:

The ‘I don’t know if I should kill you or kiss you right now’

kyojuro's inherited wealth dot png

also bonus bc apparently bananas weren't brought into japan until the meiji era so it's very possible that hakuji might not know what a banana is:

This their one and only vibe, good day

he doesnt teach her magic but he does teach her mischief

he doesnt teach her magic but he does teach her mischief

“Tomándote el pelo“

”Taking your hair” it’s a Spanish saying, meaning: the action of mocking, tricking, teasing. fooling or lying to someone. For example, just what Macaque did to MK. Look at me doing connections. Also hair.

I fully believe that MK with his hair up looks like Monkey King (or at less a monkey), I know it in my heart–

Also, he had to put his bandana in a knot for… REASONS. 

set DIRECTLY after the special

Doodle

Am I the only one who finds it cute how Error covers his face in his scarf whenever he gets flustered?

Error doesn’t get flustered. You can’t see it, so he doesn’t get flustered. Nope.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Brother this is embarrassing.

Eclipse: *holding him up like in Lion King*

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

FIFTEEN

YEARS TO DO THIS.

Mezo Shoji:

Why?

Eclipse:

You shouldn’t hold kids that are under 15 like this.

I made this a long time ago because I was thinking about the fact that both Eri and Tokoyami like apples and that Horikoshi said he wanted to draw them eating apples together

*heavy breathing* | ko-fi