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The links is not working :(

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 2) (Fin)

Try this one, I tried clicking both links and they didn't pop up for some reason :/

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Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

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I'm 20 years old today!!!!!

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This post was an absolute pain in the ass to read/gen

I feel lied to. This is where the bugs bunny NO meme cokes from

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I CAN'T FUCKING COME UP WITH HOW TO MEET TIM ISTG IM GONNA LOOSE MY SHIT

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This has become my inspiration to keep writing even when my brain does not brain.

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Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta Friend scenario book

"Ticci" Toby: First Interaction

Wordcount: 2,325 (2K)

Fuck You, I'm Chaotic: Masterlist

"Ticci" Toby

The two of you met in the street when you had accidentally bumped into him when you were walking.

The souls of your shoes knocked agilely against the damp cement. It's coursed surface, tinted dark as the drizzle overhead dampened the hair atop your head that hung; low, avoiding eyes of passersby. The weighted plastic bag that constricted around four of your five fingers restricting the circulation that coursed the veins, thumb pressed firmly to the baggies folding crease, feathering over it in a sort of self-soothing manner.

You were used to the constant gas station runs at ungodly times and coffee scorched tongue. You rather enjoyed the change in scenery away from your house and the walls that felt as if they were suffocating you even when your parent's shouts stain the painted walls like a blood stain. 

You were a good kid.

At least that's what others have told you. 

You've never touched a cigarette within your seventeen years of life; you've never seen a reason to for the addiction you had developed was that of the smell of aging books and foxing pages that curled under your fingers as your enchanting eyes raked the words, soaking in every and any syllable printed along the organic vellum. Along with the brain buzzing symphonies that sang enchantingly through the miniature speakers that resided within a simple pair of earbuds.

Your home didn't feel homely but more of a cell you were forced to dwell within. You had learned to stay silent during their exchange in harsh words. You've adapted to pressing your spine as close to a wall as possible when they sauntered by; steps usually heavy; ladened with anger that always stained their sharp gazes, daring you to say or do something they deemed unfitting and out of line. 

But you never did.

Despite the ball that festered within the core of your throat and the twinging that clutched the coil of emotions that grew within the confines of your chest, taut against your ribs like a boa constrictor. But you would swallow thickly and cast your gaze to the floor, slipping away till you could no longer feel their fiery gaze that seared the skin of your back.

A shuddering breath fluttered your aching lungs as you released the breath you hadn't realized you were holding as the gentle winds that clinked the browning leaves together like tangerines and the rolling thunder that sang just below a mellow hum akin to that of a muted violin. Faint grey clouds cast overhead. 

If you glanced up, you would be able to see the layers that made up of the precipitation that gathered in the normally crystal blue vastness, it was intriguing to you, watching the lower clouds drift below the others, almost like a moving picture that was blurred every so often when a droplet of water washed over one of your pupils.

You were on your way back home after being sent on one of these said quick late gas station runs by your father which took longer than you anticipated since the card your mother had begrudgedly given to you had Insufficient funds which resulted in you having to pay out of pocket with your own allowance money, which put a rather harsh damper on your already somewhat souring mood considering it was just nearing dusk that cloaked the clouds above in a dreary hue, but when you stepped out, the sun had gone, casting the noon into a thick quilt of evening. Not that you could see it anyway.

The bell of the gas station's door rang behind you as it opened with a groan of obedience and Jeremy, the man who owned the small store bid a fairwell.

The upturn of your chin and lingering of your eyes caught that the air had turned angrier than before you last stepped out into the world. The sky that was lazily quilted in a thin grey was now thick and weeping silently. Small, almost microscopic tears rained from above. Not enough to be overbearing, but enough to be comforting like watching snow fall within the first weeks of winter. 

You hadn't tended to stay out long, especially after the aging reports of the teens that were bludgeoned to death not far from the high school you attended, reporters from neighboring news announcing their unfortunate and rather horrific deaths. 

A shudder rumbled your spine.

All of them, a quartet of adolescent teens although scattered in age and size; were stabbed umpteen times, but one had passed due to an overdose. The stories gave you chills when you listened to the passive warnings and advisories to make do with the little daylight fall brought followed by the extensive hours of night that had come sooner than you had wished. 

Another upcast of your eyes caught onto the inky silhouettes of the tree canopies that waved like a slow dance to your favorite song. 

The thought of music playing to assist the mingling browned leaves made your fingers itch, the tips tingling with the impulse to retrieve the white wired headphones that wrapped around the portable device that sat heavily in your hoody pocket, weighing it down like an anchor to a roaming boat atop settle waters. 

You were always warned by those around that it wasn't a wise idea to stroll about with earbuds in your ears, deafening and blinding one of your few senses that may save your life but alas; impulse won as you slowed nearing a halt. 

The coffee that rested warmly in the palm that lacked the plastic bag now rest, nestled protectively in the crick of your elbow, the bottom resting on your hip to assure it didn't slip from between the folds of your hoodie's loose material. The hand, unoccupied; ferreted around the pocket at your stomach, grazing against the firm material of the earbuds before gingerly pulling one out. Careful not to damage the delicate cords within the thick white casing that protected them. 

Unraveled, one slipped into your ear before the other took its place in the other, the elongated button that was mainly used for volume and phone calls sat achingly under your index finger as it gives a clickyou having pressed the button. 

It was like entering a whole new world away from what you were doomed to reside in. Each tone and groan of a cord made your mind swim with a sense of serenity, the sting of the coffee's solution made your tastebuds dance, the pirouette almost correspondent to the way the leaves swayed with the Zepher, you didn't need to remove the wired earbuds to hear the way the herbiage clicked together. It brought a smile to your dried lips. 

It felt...

Tranquil. Despite the weighted plastic bag that wrapped your fingers with a deadly vice.

Reality had slipped from your fingers for a moment, your legs ambling. One in front of the other. Your brain, so caught in the fantasy of arcadian music. That you had failed to notice the unmoved form that stood before you, seeming just as dazed and oblivious to the oncoming body as you were in this time. 

The heat of the caffeinated beverage that had unknowingly taken its place back into your palm sloshed in its restraints, the fragile thin plastic that entrapped the tongue numbing warmth split, dispelling the libation, splashing against the sensitive skin of your hand, as seconds passed the warmth spread, the sticky liquid soaking into the material of your hoodie, its tint turning a shade darker than normal as it sucked the caffeine like a dry sponge to water.

With an oof the tranquility your body had subjected itself to dissipated as a headphone fell, tugging on the other that tumbled after it, the cord taut as one clinked against the hard coursed cement, the bag that bound your deadened fingers seemed to grow light as it swung forwards, knocking into the others leg before the weight returned seeming heavier. 

You stumbled back as the other jolted forwards regaining lost balance, baffled. Enlarged eyes swam with panic as you immediately discarded your own comfort, reaching out to gingerly touch the others arm that was being used to regulate their teetering balance. 

"Shit, I'm so sorry dude are you alright?" You hissed, tone laced with concern and internal scolding as you stabled the poor soul you had collided with. 

He stood around your height, maybe even taller, maybe shorter, but no words fell from their lips. "I apologize man, I wasn't watching where I was going, I didn't spill anything on you did I?" You respond hastily, tone akin to desperation as the hooded man turned to look at you, deep brown eyes that peered calloused from beneath the hood resting over his head the illumination of a nearby streetlamp cast a soft glow to his abnormally tinted skin. The dark tufts of burnt chestnut hair that swept around the hem of the hood made it look even more illish, but those eyes. Those dark, desensitized eyes; glared. The orbs benumbed, senseless, and obdurate. You paused, taking notice of the almost deathly pale skin akin to grey was marred with old faded, and newer raised pinkish-white scars but before you could explore his features farther, he yanked away. Almost as if he had touched something hot. 

"Don' fuckin' touch me." He sneered; eye lids forced into a trained glare, his voice harsh and raspy, the bite behind the barking words and yank made your arm slump back to your side, knuckles brushing against the bag that sat at your feet, you having carefully discarding it to assure the man's comfort; which was widely unappreciated according to him. 

A puff of hot air snaked past your flared nostrils, brows following close behind with a harsh furrow, the physical contortion of your features seemed to have made his own sour as he scoffed turning back to the road glazed with the light drizzle. 

Your eyes rolled, a shallow whatever filtering your lips as you spun your hanging headphones around your palm, stuffing it haphazardly into the pocket of your coffee stenched hoody, the cup that once held the energy replenishing beverage now sloshed about with little to no contents; your interaction with the man looked to have officially come to an end when he stepped off of the edge of the sidewalk, walking for a moment before slowly progressing into a nimble jog as he crossed the road leaving you alone under the nearby lamp post that flickered ominously. 

"Who pissed in your Cheerios..." You grumbled under your breath before crouching slightly to retrieve the bag of gas station groceries before your eyes caught a particular item discarded; despite the increasingly darkening surroundings as day turns to night it was littered in rain droplets. Slowly, a long breath wheezed past your throat as the bag left the ground, the plastic slick with water as you extended an arm to retrieve the item. 

The round lenses were a faded orange, a few dark stained splotches littered the glass and outer part of the googles, it was heavier than you had anticipated, the thin cold metal resting against your sticky coffee splashed palms made them buzz with numbness as the weight grew. The elastic band meant to hold them to one's face now soaked up a good portion of rainfall that pooled in the palm of your hand that gleamed under the light of the streetlight.  

Upon closer inspection of the face article under the flickering sodium light, you noticed the shallow scrapes and scratches, a few deep lacerations in the metal made the pad of your thumb grow anxious as the impulse to run the flesh over the damage crossed your mind before being shoved aside by another thought. 

He must have dropped it during the collision. 

Although the man was an ass, he probably needed these for his welding projects or something among the sorts. 

Guilt knotted your throat as you straightened your posture, head turning, and eyes raking the surrounding streets to see if the man had come to retrieve his headgear but much to your dismay not another soul strolled the worn, water darkened cement. 

The contriteness that washed your thoughts were the voices of your home folk warning you, reminding you spontaneously that it was unsafe to wander with earbuds dug into your ear ducts. Warning about how you were oblivious of your surroundings and with the recent and rather constant disappearances or slayings of neighbor of different streets; it was especially dangerous. But for some reason the notion of chasing the man down to deliver his fallen gear whispered within the dark depths in the back of your mind, the voice almost canceling the one of reason. 

Just the simple thought of the instances snapped you away from the depths of your mind as you noticed the intimidatingly darkened streets that glowed with electricity. 

A chest swelling rumble from the sky made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as paranoia took its hold, the recent thought of possibly chasing the man down and give him back his belonging was thrown out of the window for the time being as you shoved the gear into your hoody pocket, weighing it down more than your phone had. 

The lightning that flashed overhead and the ominous shadows of the trees to your fear laced mind resembled that of spindly fingers and haunting tendrils curling and stretching to wrap you in their clutches. 

The bark of thunder and nearly blinding snap of lightning was enough to make your fear numbed muscles regain consciousness and comply with your desire to return home. 

With the rhythmic pound of your shoe souls against the cement that grew damper with the hardening rain that dampened skin and slicken the bag between your fingers you bounded swiftly towards the direction of home. 

You would have to return his goggles another time...

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Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta Friend scenario book- MASTERLIST

Creepypasta Masterlist

Green= Published/ready to read

Red: In the works

Description and Ages:

Characters:

"Ticci" Toby:

First Interaction

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Tim/Masky

Tim/Masky: First Interaction

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Brian/Hoody

Brian/Hoody: First Interaction

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Cody/ X-Virus

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Jeff The Killer

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Natallie/ Clockwork

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Ben Drowned

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Eyeless Jack

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Sally Williams

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Avalible on: Wattpad, Quotev, Tumblr, A03

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Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta Friend scenario book,

Description:

•°• Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta, reader insert friend scenarios BOOK•°• (NOT ROMANCE RELATED) [A bit of a crack fic, because I oddly enjoy writing characters with very chaotic energy.)

With blood dried knees, and band aid clad fingers; light sabers glowed in a memorable vibrance the dead of an ale'd night, sprinting past streetlights, laughter bellowing as they chased one another; shouting theatrical quotes as they dueled energetically through the streets of their home.

Tossing a wand of light in the direction of an unexpecting stranger, the teen's crouch, lips pulled into malicious grins, not one's that would set one on edge, but rather ones that bring a longing warmth to bloom in the core of your chest, something familiar.

Fun.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

this book will and or may contain the following mentions:

homophobia, transphobia, anxiety, panic attacks, gender dysphoria, body/facial/vocal/height dysmorphia, misgendering, deadnaming, insomnia, foul Language, dark humor, possible verbal abuse, angst, suicide, suicidal thoughts, possible self-harm, talk of mental disorders, physical aggression, murder, blood, descriptive gore, dark themes, body disfigurement and mutilation, manipulation of multiple degrees.

Please, if you are sensitive to any of these triggers, please do NOT read this book, there will NOT be warnings above the chapters. Again, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Also, before my throat is ripped from my body: I know that Masky/Tim and Brian/Hoodie are NOT a part of the slender verse, but it feels wrong not to add them. (And I have seen MH <3)

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Characters:

"Ticci" Toby

Age: 19

Reader age: 17

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Tim/Masky

Age: 34

Reader age: 18

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Brian/Hoody

Age: 28

Reader age: 19

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Cody/ X-Virus

Age: 16

Reader age: 18

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Jeff The Killer

Age: 27

Reader age: 17

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Natallie/ Clockwork

Age: 26

Reader age: 18

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Ben Drowned

Age: 14 at age of death

Reader age: 17

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Eyeless Jack

Age: 19 when sacrificed and possessed. 26 when meeting him

Reader age: 16

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Sally Williams

Age: 7 at age of death

Reader age: 17

Reader's personality: 

MC (Your personality varies within each character's story line, in one you could be socially awkward with no sense of speaking up for yourself to laughing at threats against your life and seeming desensitized to some or most concerning things. Your story line also varies, the stories of your childhood or living quarters could stretch from being the victim of sibling favoritism, bullied in school, a spoiled brat who gets everything they want but is neglected attention wise, to a shitty flat or apartment that has a shit tone of flaws, but you don't have enough money to pay it off.)

Gender Identity may lean more towards the masculine side, MC's gender in here isn't specified but the pronouns mainly used are They/Them when you as the reader eventually if ever get a partner, just know sexuality is never really mentioned either, but you are under the Pan and Bisexual umbrella. 

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Me sitting here watching this all go down like:

not the taking over anon

just an Anon that agrees this is our blog now, anons rise up we’re stealing this blog

i can disable anons and stop this uprising in an instant

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I know Tim and Brian aren't apart of the Creepypasta universe but it feels wrong not to add them.

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BOY DINNER!! a gift to m4rbled

(DO NOT CLAIM/TRACE/STEAL, pfp and edit use is okay with credit)

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What I look like sitting in my little bed, with my little stuffed animals, with my massive art tablet in my lap resisting the urge to draw other people's characters in my style because I don't want them to think it looks like shit or is better than theirs:

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Hiiiii!!! Omg I absolutely love your hg and cuteguy au!!

I love everything about everything!! Your designs, style, storyline- it's all just *chefs kiss*

I was thinking will there ever be an angsty moment? Like where Hotguy is serious and it's just chilling. Like scary serious lol (almost like how Grian was!)

That could be funny where Cuteguy or Grian sees Scar or Hotguy serious and is just shocked at how scary he can be cause he's always seeming to be happy!

imma b real w u

these all exist for a reason

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Here is a sneak peek at what is to come for the FNAF SB reader insert book!

You were in its territory.

A shuddering breath leaks past the gaps between your trembling fingers. Palms clammy and slick with sweat.

Hysteria vibrated your numbed nerves as yet another savage growl rumbles somewhere from inside the thing's chest, a wild animalistic hiss squeezing from its voice box; thunderous footsteps shook the ground with a clash of metal against metal, instilling terror into your core, leadening your cumbersome limbs with perturbation.

Both ears rang deafeningly as blood rushed to each eardrum, making your head feel unnaturally lighter, muting the artificial sounds of crickets and frog songs that play overhead from the speakers.

"Where are you~" Its gravelly voice sang with a sickly-sweet tune that broke the barrier of sonorous as this rabid dread-filled game of hide and seek drew farther. But the predator drew closer.

The pungent smell of mildew wafted the naturally muggy air to compliment the aesthetic to which the expanse presented. Lush green carpeting lined beneath your feet, the patterns adorned the themed animatronic, to who, coincidentally, stalked the shadows within the vastness of the space where you had foolishly hemmed yourself in, searching for its prey.

You were stuck, trapped; hidden behind a flimsy display, the massive cardboard cutout of your aggressor's head was laid lax against a red and green wall, patterned with leafy palms as the giftshop's name hung not far from your cache, unique neon colors glaring heatedly, illuminating the room with ferocity.

A few gnashing lusters of neon light line your face, trembling fingers that gripped your mouth lit with the nauseating colors as you peek from behind a display, shelf nestled flush against the very same wall the cutout that concealed your figure leaned upon.

Your stomach dropped.

Only then did you grow acutely aware of the screaming, tense silence that befell the room you sought refuge in.

You don't recall hearing it leave, nor do you remember seeing those rage filled eyes disappear from the dark corners of the thing's berth.

And it was just then that you noticed the room fall into an abnormal shadow.

It was too late to pull back farther behind the cardboard as two vermillion eyes peer from beneath a pair of distinctly rimmed star glasses. Tufts of artificial red hair dancing with the gales of shallow breaths that weasel past your dry cracked lips.

You pressed your sweat-dampened palm closer to your mouth, an attempt to stifle the whimper that unwillingly was drawn from your throat.

His snout looked to form a twisted grin as his head tilts to the side in a single smooth motion, too fluent to belong to that of a hulking animatronic.

Another beastial hiss tumbles from his jaws, sounding from the back of his throat, echoing within the empty confines of his metal chest.

At the sound of his voice, a sob tore from your esophagus.

"I found you."