Fandom creepypasta/marblehornets rp search

[Louissse]

Hello and thank you for reading my recruitment post. I’ve recently gotten back into the nostalgia of the 2010s. Creepypasta had been a huge part of my childhood, and now that I’m older, I’d like to revisit it and bring it back to its former glory (or close to) with the help of people just as passionate as I.

A little more about me:

• I don’t use Discord or any other platforms, therefore I expect roleplay to be done strictly here in direct messages.
• I prefer 1x1 and avoid roleplay within groups or threads.
• For romance, I don’t double, however I have no issue with roleplaying as more than one character.
• My writing format is descriptive, past tense and third person.
• I can write 2-4 paragraphs depending on my partner’s writing length and what the plot needs.
• I’m a huge fan of the dark and horror so please do not hold back the gore or the lore.
• My one rule is please don’t control my character narrative wise, unless it is in ways that the character cannot control such as: being kissed, dragged around, punched, knocked out, etc.

My requirements:

• 18+ in age — sorry guys!
• Dedication and Motivation — never will I have an issue if you need a break or are simply too busy to remain consistent. We’re both human, with our own lives and responsibilities, however that being said, if you’re just looking for something simple and short term, this probably isn’t the roleplay for you.
• No Amateurs — let me rephrase that, I’d prefer for my partner to be educated and skilled within their writing style. I’d like to plot out an engaging story with well-written characters true to their origin. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind headcanons nor personal depictions, in fact I encourage you to take a creative approach. And on that note, if you have ocs, feel free to include them!
• Fandom Knowledge — probably the most important requirement of all is the knowledgeability of the fandom itself. I don’t want you to have just heard of creepypasta/marblehornets, I want almost every nitty-gritty detail of its lore burned in your brain— okay, haha! I’m going to sound like a hypocrite so lemme rephrase, I don’t know everything there is to know as even to this day I still have to play “who’s that Pokémon” even within one of my beloved fandoms. So, I get the spirling confusion, especially when there’s as many characters as there are with just as much lore. But at least knowing the basics and having the desire to learn, makes a huge difference!
• Plot — Depending on whether you’re looking for a (slow burn) romance or a platonic story or a mixture of both, I’d love to hear your thoughts and alternative plots! I have a few of my own that I’d love to share over direct message if you’re interested.
• Romance??? — for (slow burn) romance, my pairings are either mxm or mxf. My troupes include: opposites attract, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, or human x non-human.

Let’s see we’re a good match!

• Send your rules and preferences
• Send a short preview of your writing style

Alright, I look forward to hearing from you! Thank you for taking the time to read this out, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

 

[Louissse]

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[RottenBunny]

Hey there! I would love to roleplay with you.

A few things about me:

• I'm 22 (He/Him) and have been a massive creepypasta fan since i was like,,,8
• I am so unbelievably autistic about marble hornets
• I am very new to this site (like 3 seconds new because I've been trying to find marble hornets/creepypasta roleplayers everywhere with no luck.)
• I am very into dark roleplays. So gore, graphic depictions of mental illness, dark themes ect
• Pretty much my only rules are dont control my character and dont be a general weirdo

Characters I'm most comfortable playing:

• Tim Wright (Marble Hornets)
• Brian Thomas (Marble Hornets)
• Eyeless Jack (Creepypasta)
• Pretty much down to play as anyone, the above characters are just the ones I have the most experience with. I also have a Marble Hornets/Creepypasta universe OC that is very developed but I havent roleplayed with him before.

Writing example:
Inside the tent, Robert sat by the open flaps, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. He'd already stripped off most of his clothing to streamline the process, now wearing only a pair of worn trousers. A pipe rested in his hand, the air thick with the rich scent of exotic tobacco as he took a slow drag.

As the sky darkened, he pulled the tent cord, letting the flaps fall closed.

The transformation came, just as agonizing as ever—bones cracking and stretching, flesh tearing, feathers piercing through skin. Each twist and break wrung cries and groans from his body, but the silencing spell did its job, muting the violent sounds from anyone beyond the tent.

When it was over, Robert stood in his true form, breath heavy but steady. The saccharine hunger gnawed at him, though it no longer consumed his thoughts as it once had. Over the years, he'd learned to control it—so long as he sank his teeth into something at least every other night.

It hadn’t always been this way. In the beginning, the hunger had driven him to carnage. For months, townsfolk whispered of a rabid beast haunting their lands. Stray animals, solitary villagers, and wandering travelers had all fallen victim, their remains left brutally torn and unrecognizable. Those memories still lingered, a reminder of what he once was—and what he fought to never become again.

Make no mistake—he felt no guilt for the lives he had taken under the cover of night. Just as a vampire must drink blood, he had to consume flesh. Animals could sustain him, but it was no different than a vampire feeding solely on rats: enough to survive, but never truly satisfying.

Eventually, the hunger would build, relentless and insatiable, driving him into a frenzied slaughter. Better to claim a single human life every few days than leave a trail of countless, senseless deaths.

There was no shame in it—this was his nature, a primal need for survival, as inevitable as breathing.

Robert stepped out of the tent, savoring the cool night breeze threading through his feathers. Instinctively, he spread his wings, the shroud of darkness and the call of the sky wrapping around him like a comforting embrace.

Harper glanced up from the arrowhead she was sharpening, a rare but genuine smile gracing her lips. "C'è mio fratello." There was her brother, fully himself in this form—unburdened and free.

It was a stark contrast to how she felt during her own transformation. Hers left her wrong, foreign within her own body, as though she were wearing borrowed skin. She envied the pure bliss Robert found in these moments, longing for a freedom that always seemed just out of reach.