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Talking head without a face goes on break when people start pointing out their flawed logic.
Just sayin
If anyone gets a message from me, you didn't. Someone else logged into my account that isn't me. I'm so sorry if you've been messaged by the scammer, it wasn't me.
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Consent (Zalgo + Reader)
No trigger warnings cuz this is really just supposed to be a funny story and nothing triggering despite the title
Working with Slenderman had its downsides.
Zalgo.
He was a well-known enemy to Slenderman and the rest of his unpaid workers. You had to suffer the consequences of joining Slenderman by getting into tussles with Zalgo. These weren't occasional fights, it was more constant than Eyeless Jack's open mouth chewing. Anytime you went out there was Zalgo, ready for a battle. At this point, you saw him more than other proxies.
You were sent on a mission. It was a simple mission. It was a mission that was going to he really quick, or so you thought. You were transported to an open field. Zalgo loved luring his victims to open fields of nothing. As far as you could see, it was only wheat plants. The dark night didn't help either.
"I swear to fucking god," you say to yourself. Kicking at the wheat in frustration. The demonic like god was quick to appear, the surrounding turning to a tint of red as he peered down at you.
"Hello-" he begins, but you were fast to stop him.
"Nope, no. I'm saying no. I see you more than the proxies, that practically means we're dating. And when you're dating someone, that mean you have to respect their consent. And right now, you don't have my consent to fight me." You said outright.
This left Zalgo confused. This was odd. You can just do that? He had no idea. You could see his brain trying to conpute what you had just said to him. This has never happened, mainly because no one knew they could do that.
Due to being in the endless field, you learned how to get out. The ground was a mirage five steps to the left of you. You took those few steps and disappeared from the realm. Leaving the poor man so very confused.
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"Hey, Y/N, someone left flowers for you, no sender name though."
Plz I thought this was funny
Nathan: when's your birthday?
Crystal: ...huh?
Jack Frost: I can't have girlfriends anymore
Hiccup: why's that?
Jack: they keep coming out as gay
Elsa: that was one time Jack
Jason the toymaker: you're weird
Nathan the nobody: in a good way?
Jason: ha! When would it ever be in a good way?
Babysitter: Sleepy Time
(I'm not in the TMF Fandom anymore, but I still like the characters. Anyway, not a ship post, just an AU where teen Toby babysits a young Y/N.)
Toby needed a job, so why not look into babysitting? A job would get him out of the house and away from Frank. A few years ago, he met a little two-year-old you. He quickly became the go-to babysitter for you, and he actually liked the job. It got him out of the house, paid well, and he got to take care of someone. Someone he grew close to, you basically became a little sibling for him. Sometimes, he referred to you as his kid with Danny. It was parental bond he had no wishes of breaking.
He walked to your house with his hair up in a ponytail. He learned he needed to pull his hair up a long time ago when you pulled his hair. He couldn't feel pain, but seeing his scalp red and strands of his hair in your little hand scared him. He very much valued his hair.
Being six, you were pretty hyperactive. But at around seven, you'd crash out on the floor, and Toby had to carry you to bed. He grew some muscles ever since he started babysitting you.
"It's 6:50. You're gonna fall on the floor face first, and I don't wanna be blamed for you breaking your nose. So, stay." You were refusing to be put down in bed. Toby tucked you in and everything. You looked up at him with a pout. His hair was disheveled from chasing you all around the house, and locks of hair escaped his ponytail.
"You can't make me!" You said. You threw the blanket off and crossed your arms tightly over your chest. Toby sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"I think I can," he puts his hands on his hips and thinks of the best course of action. He thought of giving you melatonin, but he didn't think that would be healthy for your little brain. Bed time stories bored you to death, but not bored enough to put you to sleep... He noticed you had a lot of stuffed animals. That was a normal thing for a kid your age, but it gave him an idea. He had the thought of being a stuffed animal for you, just a human one. "I know I can."
Toby pushed you gently, giving him room to hop into bed. He settled in, and you gave a confused look. He pulled his hair tie out and slid it over his hand to rest over his wrist. It was a loose tie, so it won't cut off circulation. You reluctantly cuddled up to him, and he put a hand on the back of your head. Giving little scratches to your scalp that helped drown you into a sleepy state, his free arm that he was laying on moved to rest on your pillow, right above your little head. Toby liked overnight stays the most, that meant he didn't have to go home, well, the place that's meant to be a home. You often questioned why he always seemed bruised up, but he just ignored the question. The little cuts on his hands got you curious as well.
You eventually lulled to sleep. Your breathing slowed, and you were finally calm. Toby stopped scratching your head and just let it rest there. But you still had a tiny bit of energy, "Night, dad," you mumbled quietly before completing slipping onto an unconscious state.
Toby had to take a pause. He didn't know how to react to that. He just pulled you closer so your face was resting against his chest and hugged you close. "Night, kid..." he kissed the top of your head like a father would and felt pride. He's never felt pride before. But it felt good, really good.
Nails (Riley from COD Ghosts)
(NOT IN A SHIP WAY, THIS IS A CUDDLY STORY ABOUT RILEY WANTING PETS AN Y/N HAVING THEIR NAILS DONE)
You just painted your nails. The nail polish was still wet and was going to take a while to dry. You sat back, not bothering with moving your hands out of fear of ruining the paint. Riley came back from patrol, his nails tapping on the floor as he scampered around with excitement. He ran up to you, tail unable to stay still. It was obvious what he wanted.
"Why do you always want affection when my hands are either dirty or drying?" You ask. Riley woofs to answer the question and puts his nose right into your hand. "Nuh uh, I just painted my nails," as if he cared. He sat down and looked up at you. He was just a big killing machine filled with affectionate energy. You tried petting his head with your palm only for him to headbutt it and try getting your nails to scratch his fur.
"Dammit, Riley, no." You pull your hand away only for him to try and jump up into your lap like as if he was just a little puppy.
"Riley!" You yell out. Riley knew that tone and immediately jumped down. Sitting straight, stopping himself from moving so much. "Alright, I just painted my nails, and they're still drying, so stay. You're cute and nice, but no scratches right now, got it?" He gives you that look. That look that just makes your brain want to love on the oversized puppy in front of you. "You can rest your head here," you patted your thigh." But I can't pet you." Riley quickly rested his head on your thigh and just rested there, but he did look up at you with sad eyes.
"You are very lucky you're cute," You took your chances and gave little scratches to the top of his head, leaving Riley to be satisfied.
Every time I remember Ciera, I think she's really tall, but she's not, and I'm disappointed in that
HELEN NO HELEN
Yall, Bloody Painter is turning 44 this year, someone draw my old man on October 1st looking his age
I don't like frogs
Does anyone know where the chewed/burned through cheek that Ticci Toby originated from? I've looked through all the official art by Kastoway and see nothing with that chew/burn thing. Or was that just a fan thing that got really popular?
Jason the toymaker: okay, so you're all without father's.
Nathan:...
Candy:...
Killer Dan: not me, I fucking love my dad
Babydoll doing theater tech stuff: these guys fucking suck
Puppeteer: yeah, they can't even stay on pitch
Babydoll: WHERE THE FUCK-?!
My cat: give me attention, you fat fuck
Me: okay *pets*
My cat: ayo? Tf are you doing? I didn't tell you to do that, I'm gonna bite your hand off for that. Quit that shit.