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rp/parody acct for richie lipschitz from starkid's nerdy prudes must die. will contain horror themes and writings. admin is 21+.
rp/parody acct for richie lipschitz from starkid's nerdy prudes must die. will contain horror themes and writings. admin is 21+.
“Yeah, why does he live there?!” Richie snaps, his fear growing. “It was terrifying!! I had an asthma attack!”
*She couldn't hold in the dread any longer, accidentally cutting him off. Carrie knew exactly what he was talking about. Her tone shook, as she was trying to keep it even.*
Everything was humid to where the pipes are hot to touch, you dreamt the same creep that I did. Including where he lives..
Everything was humid to where the pipes are hot to touch, you dreamt the same creep that I did. Including where he lives..
Richie turns pale and quiets. He shakes his head quickly.
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
November 17, 2025 at 1:39 AM
“Yeah, why does he live there?!” Richie snaps, his fear growing. “It was terrifying!! I had an asthma attack!”
“No,” Richie fights a sob, his face turning pale. His fingers flex as he reaches up to clamp them over his ears.
“N-no. No! No, I — I didn’t. That w-wasn’t me! W-Wiggly told me about that — h-he showed me that t-timeline — I’VE MADE UP FOR IT NOW!”
He lets out that sob he’d been holding, +
“N-no. No! No, I — I didn’t. That w-wasn’t me! W-Wiggly told me about that — h-he showed me that t-timeline — I’VE MADE UP FOR IT NOW!”
He lets out that sob he’d been holding, +
» they were, believing that you would die and I would live. I watched you bleed out in my arms, and then the newly-ghosted Max Jägerman ripped me apart!"
November 17, 2025 at 12:48 AM
“No,” Richie fights a sob, his face turning pale. His fingers flex as he reaches up to clamp them over his ears.
“N-no. No! No, I — I didn’t. That w-wasn’t me! W-Wiggly told me about that — h-he showed me that t-timeline — I’VE MADE UP FOR IT NOW!”
He lets out that sob he’d been holding, +
“N-no. No! No, I — I didn’t. That w-wasn’t me! W-Wiggly told me about that — h-he showed me that t-timeline — I’VE MADE UP FOR IT NOW!”
He lets out that sob he’d been holding, +
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Joel Roffe Gutiérrez.
February 16, 2025 at 2:38 PM
Joel Roffe Gutiérrez.
// begging everyone to give me prompts from that text post fr 🤪🤪
November 16, 2025 at 10:46 PM
// begging everyone to give me prompts from that text post fr 🤪🤪
Richie turns pale and quiets. He shakes his head quickly.
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
Christmas sweater and he has blades, four of them on his right hand. Does that sound familiar to you?....
November 16, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Richie turns pale and quiets. He shakes his head quickly.
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
“I…”
He clears his throat.
“Y - yeah. That — that was him. We… we were in a room full of boilers and pipes and…”
// pls :) do it :)
November 16, 2025 at 10:21 PM
// pls :) do it :)
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// stolen teehee :)
November 16, 2025 at 9:31 PM
// stolen teehee :)
// tempted to bring back my silly headcanon that Richie’s birthday is Christmas just because of Wiggly 👀👀👀
November 16, 2025 at 10:04 PM
// tempted to bring back my silly headcanon that Richie’s birthday is Christmas just because of Wiggly 👀👀👀
Richie just sighs.
“The closet next to the front door has been Mom’s hiding spot for years.”
“The closet next to the front door has been Mom’s hiding spot for years.”
ㅤ
His lips purse. Abject confusion written on his face.
"... Christmas is still a month away, isn't it? Where did you even find that?"
ㅤ
His lips purse. Abject confusion written on his face.
"... Christmas is still a month away, isn't it? Where did you even find that?"
ㅤ
November 16, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Richie just sighs.
“The closet next to the front door has been Mom’s hiding spot for years.”
“The closet next to the front door has been Mom’s hiding spot for years.”
YES YES I AM
Are you always this loud?
PLEASEEEEEEEE DONT I GET BULLIED LITERALLY ALL THE TIMEEEEEEEE
November 16, 2025 at 9:37 PM
YES YES I AM
“… how do you know it was him?”
Richie frowns next. He looks down at his desk and sighs.
“I NEVER fall asleep in class!”
Richie frowns next. He looks down at his desk and sighs.
“I NEVER fall asleep in class!”
*She nodded, Carrie remembered the nightmare where she met him for the first time. To say that she was horrified by what she dealt with, would be a major fucking understatement to say the least.*
Yes I have, and I'm not joking here Richie. This guy's not playing games..
Yes I have, and I'm not joking here Richie. This guy's not playing games..
Richie fixes his hazel eyes on her, suddenly scared. He doesn’t think she’s joking by her tone, but tries to force a smile. It quickly fades away.
“… You’ve met him before, haven’t you.”
“… You’ve met him before, haven’t you.”
November 16, 2025 at 9:37 PM
“… how do you know it was him?”
Richie frowns next. He looks down at his desk and sighs.
“I NEVER fall asleep in class!”
Richie frowns next. He looks down at his desk and sighs.
“I NEVER fall asleep in class!”
“… you can have the whole bag if you want,” Richie says.
*sees no threat and slowly calms down*
Richie also eats another chip, letting the silence fill the space for him.
November 16, 2025 at 9:35 PM
“… you can have the whole bag if you want,” Richie says.
// stolen teehee :)
November 16, 2025 at 9:31 PM
// stolen teehee :)
PLEASEEEEEEEE DONT I GET BULLIED LITERALLY ALL THE TIMEEEEEEEE
How would you know?
…
You wouldn’t.
You wouldn’t.
November 16, 2025 at 9:23 PM
PLEASEEEEEEEE DONT I GET BULLIED LITERALLY ALL THE TIMEEEEEEEE
“Okay, touché. BUT — that leads me to my next point! I’m just a high schooler! Why are you even telling me this?”
"I told the truth about my two hearts, didn't I?"
“That’s just like Star Trek,” Richie rolls his eyes. “Ma’am, you don’t even know me. Why should I assume you’re even telling the truth?”
November 16, 2025 at 9:22 PM
“Okay, touché. BUT — that leads me to my next point! I’m just a high schooler! Why are you even telling me this?”
…
You wouldn’t.
You wouldn’t.
Oh, yeah? Or what?
… please don’t tell anybody else!!
November 16, 2025 at 9:21 PM
…
You wouldn’t.
You wouldn’t.
“Yeah!”
He rushes up to catch up with her as fast as he can.
“So where do you live in Hatchetfield?”
He rushes up to catch up with her as fast as he can.
“So where do you live in Hatchetfield?”
[She seems to light up a little, happy that he doesn't disslike her.]
"Okay, yeah. I uhm- I guess I can always hide you whenever the bullies comes around."
"Okay, yeah. I uhm- I guess I can always hide you whenever the bullies comes around."
Richie rolls his eyes.
“Please. I’ll get bullied even if we’re not friends.”
“Please. I’ll get bullied even if we’re not friends.”
November 16, 2025 at 9:20 PM
“Yeah!”
He rushes up to catch up with her as fast as he can.
“So where do you live in Hatchetfield?”
He rushes up to catch up with her as fast as he can.
“So where do you live in Hatchetfield?”
… please don’t tell anybody else!!
Sure, whatever you say, Dick Lip-Shits.
NO. I don’t let them!!! They just DO! Okay??!!!
November 16, 2025 at 9:18 PM
… please don’t tell anybody else!!
“That’s just like Star Trek,” Richie rolls his eyes. “Ma’am, you don’t even know me. Why should I assume you’re even telling the truth?”
"Seriously. It's called a TARDIS. Time Lords use it to travel through time and space."
Richie quickly crosses his arms across his chest.
“Come on. Seriously?”
“Come on. Seriously?”
November 16, 2025 at 9:01 PM
“That’s just like Star Trek,” Richie rolls his eyes. “Ma’am, you don’t even know me. Why should I assume you’re even telling the truth?”
“Don’t hurt him,” Richie whispers, looking over at Aiden. “I — I don’t know him, just don’t hurt him! We — we can go anywhere you want, Cas, I promise. Just —“
He blinks back tears.
“D - don’t hurt anybody. I… I did this for you, so you wouldn’t have to come back! I’m… I’m sorry….”
He blinks back tears.
“D - don’t hurt anybody. I… I did this for you, so you wouldn’t have to come back! I’m… I’m sorry….”
» Aiden reaches for Richie, yelping as Cas stabs the Black knife through the angel's hand and pins him to the wall with it.
"Well if they want you, they can come and get you, because you're 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."
"Well if they want you, they can come and get you, because you're 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."
November 16, 2025 at 8:59 PM
“Don’t hurt him,” Richie whispers, looking over at Aiden. “I — I don’t know him, just don’t hurt him! We — we can go anywhere you want, Cas, I promise. Just —“
He blinks back tears.
“D - don’t hurt anybody. I… I did this for you, so you wouldn’t have to come back! I’m… I’m sorry….”
He blinks back tears.
“D - don’t hurt anybody. I… I did this for you, so you wouldn’t have to come back! I’m… I’m sorry….”
“Film!” Richie says excitedly. “Or art, or anime if they have it. I love all of that. My mom thinks I could probably go for science too, but I think chemistry would just be a good minor. I love art, and film so I really want to do something I love, you know?”
She listened attentively, asking questions every now and again. She was genuinely intrigued.
"So... What are you planning to study?" She asked, glancing up at him. "What degree, I mean?"
"So... What are you planning to study?" She asked, glancing up at him. "What degree, I mean?"
Richie blinks in surprise, and then smiles smally. He isn’t used to people just wanting him around.
“Well — you want to see the colleges I applied to?”
He pulls out his phone and launches into an explanation of each one.
“Well — you want to see the colleges I applied to?”
He pulls out his phone and launches into an explanation of each one.
November 16, 2025 at 8:56 PM
“Film!” Richie says excitedly. “Or art, or anime if they have it. I love all of that. My mom thinks I could probably go for science too, but I think chemistry would just be a good minor. I love art, and film so I really want to do something I love, you know?”
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You’re beautiful, I’m a loser inside.
November 16, 2025 at 7:02 PM
You’re beautiful, I’m a loser inside.
“No,” Richie shakes his head, trying to get away from both Aiden and Cas,
“No! You — you’re just trying to trick me again. I was safe! I w-was watching anime w-with Pete, and Ruth, and… and…”
“No! You — you’re just trying to trick me again. I was safe! I w-was watching anime w-with Pete, and Ruth, and… and…”
"You were about to be," Cas hums. "Until the angel stole you away. That's all he's good for, Richie. Denying you what you want. Not me, though. I understand you. I can take you back to your brothers."
"I can take you back to your friends!" Aiden protests, glaring at Cas. "Your actual friends."
"I can take you back to your friends!" Aiden protests, glaring at Cas. "Your actual friends."
“You followed me,” Richie says, a sharp accusation jumping out of his mouth. He looks confused between Cas and the angel, starting to frown.
“I thought… I thought I was…”
“I thought… I thought I was…”
November 16, 2025 at 8:30 PM
“No,” Richie shakes his head, trying to get away from both Aiden and Cas,
“No! You — you’re just trying to trick me again. I was safe! I w-was watching anime w-with Pete, and Ruth, and… and…”
“No! You — you’re just trying to trick me again. I was safe! I w-was watching anime w-with Pete, and Ruth, and… and…”
Richie quickly crosses his arms across his chest.
“Come on. Seriously?”
“Come on. Seriously?”
"Of course I wasn't. I also have a device that allows me to travel through space and time."
Richie tentatively reaches out.
“Wow… you weren’t lying!”
“Wow… you weren’t lying!”
November 16, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Richie quickly crosses his arms across his chest.
“Come on. Seriously?”
“Come on. Seriously?”
Richie quickly dusts off his shorts.
“Sorry! Sorry….”
“Sorry! Sorry….”
The goth yelped and fell back on the ground, sitting up and staring up at Richie.
Richie practically falls out onto Edward, scrambling up once he realizes.
“Oh… hi. It’s you. Yeah, it was Max.”
“Oh… hi. It’s you. Yeah, it was Max.”
November 16, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Richie quickly dusts off his shorts.
“Sorry! Sorry….”
“Sorry! Sorry….”