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Heya so finally I'm done with the forms and stuff so here is some of my merch!

Link to pre-order form: https://cronchsmerch.carrd.co/

Only available in North America (shipped from Texas by my friend Sal) and South East Asia. Stay tuned for my ACGGoods upload where they ships worldwide!

clionebelle

POV: tropa ka ni Whit

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS THING TOOK ME 4 DAYS orz.

NPC Nomi and Whit but friends requested to make it Filipinocore kalye humor. I’m not used to drawing backgrounds (friends provided popular local memes as ref) but these were fun to make haha

susscrofaaa

collab with @otpadsis

guromilker

yo whose freaky clown is this

violenteconomics

twst first-years who are extremely impressionable, and have started to adopt their upperclassmen's little movement quirks.

deuce starts doing this thing where he'll reach his hand up, abruptly stop, and hastily put his hand back down, a bright blush going over his face. he only ever completes the action a total of one time, which ace is there to witness -- and of course, ace bursts out laughing when he realizes that deuce is trying to adjust his glasses like trey does, except deuce obviously doesn't wear glasses.

not to be outdone, deuce and yuu both catch ace saluting with a peace sign after they leave ramshackle. ace freezes mid-pose, which gives them ample time to realize why the gesture is so familiar. and as soon as it clocks, yuu and deuce proceed to mercilessly make fun of him for it for the next week, pulling up pictures of cater on magicam and and asking if they're secret siblings.

jokes on both ace and deuce, though, because before they know it, they're putting their hands to their chests and cocking their heads to the side like riddle does whenever he's feeling smug. and it's not until deuce and yuu have had their fun with ace's peace sign (which he will never do again (which is a lie, he totally will)) that yuu pulls up a bunch of photos, revealing that they've been doing this for months now, and they were just waiting for the right time to bring it up.

jack starts putting both hands behind his head whenever he's thinking just like ruggie does, and it's not until he catches epel looking at him oddly that he even realizes he's doing it. epel practically holds him at pen-point and asks what he's done to the real jack when jack puts his hand to the side of his forehead in a way that looks eerily reminiscent of what leona does when he's stressed.

soon after that, though, epel starts lifting his finger to the side of his face or lifting a whole hand whenever he's trying to make a point. they're such small gestures, but they strike untold fear into the hearts of his dormmates for reasons they can't understand -- until they see vil and rook striking the exact same poses when vil's lecturing epel about how to hold your teacup in the most elegant manner or rook's greeting someone he's stalked for the past two hours.

ortho's already inherited some of idia's attributes, so nobody thinks anything of it most of the time. then, in rare moment of shyness, ortho puts his hand on his arm, and everybody in his class starts flipping out, throwing chairs, and asking the universe why their only ray of sunshine is turning more and more like his gloomy brother with every passing day.

sebek gets a triple-whammy all in one day. while at lunch with the other freshmen, he puts his hand to the side of his face like silver does, puts his hand to his chin like lilia does, and even pouts like malleus does when yuu steals a bit of his macaroni. nobody mentions any of this to him, but yuu secretly takes pictures of it and sends them all to diasomnia.

yuu, of course, doesn't get out of this unscathed. in fact, they might have ended up the worst, because they slowly start to take cues from every upperclassmen/teacher they know.

they start beating their textbooks, rulers, whatever they have against their hand like it's a whip, in much the same way professor crewel does. they shrug with both hands outstretched now, sometimes looking like azul, sometimes looking like ruggie, and even sometimes looking like rook. one day, they catch themselves slumping their shoulders and shaking their head like idia does whenever he's tired.

the freshmen don't catch on very fast. when they do, they all agree that it's embarrassing, but they're too far gone to stop it now.

(the upperclassmen catch on pretty quick. if they're at all happy about it, they hide it well.)

eukariatic-deactivated20260323

WAITER WAITER MORE TWST FIRST YEARS HEADCANNONS

#favs

beardedmrbean

theman

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

tattooedzombigirl

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

imanutcase-10

Then bring me luck

thirddeadlysin

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

ropuszysko

listen i am in the trenches rn i am not risking fucking up even more bc i skipped a tumblr chain post.

fodsley

appletartle

i did the thing.

#i scheduled this post when i was still 16. im 18 now. god let me out

ben-txt

sick ben because IM sick

#favs #hes so cut i wanna pinch him #hes so mecore guys (i got rained on several times this week)

ben-txt

sick ben because IM sick

confirmance

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

kazoosandfannypacks

reblog this post to let the mutual you reblogged this from know that you still like them

asyadrel

the creepypasta fandom is so dead that there's not a single video on youtube with actual ben drowned lore on my native language so i have to watch it in english

rainrot4me

any thoughts of ftm tim. rain please. ftm tim with a fat t-dick in my mouth. WHO SAID THAT!

GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME I AM DROOLING EVERYWHERE PUT THAT T-DICK IN MY MOUTHHHHHHHHHHHH. this is about to be incredibly thirsty.

As I type this, I am working on a Masky + Jeff t-dick headcannon thing so keep an eye out :)

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Little afab Tim was the classic “messy kid that you can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl at first glance” appearance. Shaggy haircut, scraped-up knees, always coming home muddy and bruised because he just needed to burn off that restless boy-energy.

Was nerdy as hell—obsessed with horror movies, superhero flicks, comics, anything violent and grotesque because it let him live out fantasies of being the tough, strong hero, even if everyone around him kept telling him he was supposed to be a “nice girl.” Always compared himself to the big strong main character that always saved the day.

Loved to act out cop and robber or cowboy and rebel roles with friends—a plastic knife tucked in his belt, running around yelling “I’m the bad guy!” and it just felt right, like the aggression belonged to him, and no one could tell him to sit still or be soft.

Had a couple neighborhood boys he hung around who accepted him as one of the guys, which helped him survive, but still went home to parents who forced him to wear skirts for family photos. That made him burn with shame.

When he got older, he fell into video cameras and storytelling—documenting everything, creating worlds where he could be the character he wished he was. Masky, in a sense, was the grown-up evolution of those childhood roleplays: an identity that could be harsh, unbreakable, male.

Teen Tim would put on sports bras under giant hoodies, trying to flatten his chest while avoiding locker rooms, telling everyone “I’m just shy,” but really wanting to disappear. If anyone feminized him in childhood, it felt like being punched in the gut—but he didn’t have language for it. He only knew he hated hearing “young lady.”

He’d definitely draw himself as a boy in school art projects. Comic heroes, video game characters, action dudes—he’d design them to look like him, but male, an escape hatch.

As any media and internet rampant child does, Tim found transitioning and symbolic metaphors for such in film. The first real time learning what it meant to be trans was a film festival entry that gave a really poetic presentation on transitioning and the elements of that. He dove deeper, looking up buzz words and researching what a binder was—and it kind of all went from there.

There’s something heartbreakingly real about Tim using Masky to finally live out the fantasy of being strong, unstoppable, respected as a man—even if it came at the cost of everything else.

Tim, by the time Marble Hornets starts, is probably only recently living openly as a trans man. He’s legally changed his name, maybe started low-dose T, maybe hasn’t even gotten top surgery yet—or decides not to get it at all—depends on how he feels.

He still feels raw and exposed, especially on camera. He’ll check angles obsessively so nobody catches sight of binder lines or any slip-ups. Those “behind the scenes” takes where he’s adjusting his hoodie? That’s him making sure nothing is showing.

The anxiety is off the charts: not just because of the Operator, but because he’s still working out how to be seen as Tim. Correcting people on pronouns, bracing for slips, constantly hyperaware of his voice, his shoulders, the way he takes up space on the crew.

Alex and Brian (Hoodie) respect him, and Masky becomes a tool to reclaim his masculinity. He makes Masky hyper-masculine on purpose: broad, terrifying, unstoppable. In the mask, he doesn’t worry about being read as “not man enough”—he is a man, no questions.

During the stress of the Operator, that old dysphoria flares. He feels like his body is betraying him again, that he’s too fragile, too easy to break. So he pushes harder—taking risks, doing dangerous stunts, trying to prove he’s strong enough.

Physical dysphoria + mental decay go hand in hand. The constant Operator interference makes him doubt his reality, and he hyper-fixates on his body: “Why do I still feel like a scared little kid?”

The Operator, in a twisted way, makes him more determined to be Tim. If he dies, he wants to die as Tim, no one else. That fear fuels him to correct people sharply if they misgender him, even as the tapes keep rolling and the world collapses.

If you look at his movements during the series—hunched, guarded, tense—it’s partly the dysphoria talking. He’s so aware of how every part of him is being recorded, judged, preserved on film.

There’s also a deep resentment. He’s just started to live his life as himself, to be free, and now this monstrous creature is tearing it away. There’s a special kind of rage there, one that burns through every Masky appearance.

Tim grows up with this sense that “being a man” means being big, being loud, being dangerous. When he’s younger, people treat him like a “tomboy,” calling him “feisty” or “wild,” but it never feels right. It feels like they’re letting him be “like a boy,” but not a boy. That cuts deep—so by the time he transitions, he’s determined to go all the way.

In his head, real men are fearless, aggressive, capable of hurting if they have to, and respected because they can instill fear.

So once the Operator takes him and he becomes a proxy, that deep-seated idea comes roaring forward. Masky is built on it: a brutal, cold, unstoppable force. When Tim kills or threatens or screams at victims, it’s cathartic—he feels powerful, like no one could ever misgender him again.

He channels every drop of dysphoria-fueled rage into becoming someone terrifying, because if you fear him, you can’t question him.

It goes from survival to performance: hyper-masculine, toxic, even, but it makes him feel safe. Killing is twistedly validating. It’s the ultimate declaration that he is a man—strong enough to protect himself, violent enough to protect what’s his, and ruthless enough that no one will ever see “weak” again.

There’s an almost childish logic behind it, like he’s still that kid trying to prove he belongs in the boys’ club—except now the stakes are bodies and blood.

At night, maybe he lays awake and wonders if he’s overcompensating, but the next day, he’ll pull the mask on and stomp those doubts out. Because in the mansion, in the field, in the kill, he is Tim. He is a man. No one can argue that. No matter how loud is head is to tell him otherwise.

꩜ .ᐟ

#thisll b thr last marble hornets post i look at bc i still hav a research paper i need to find sources for later in the day #oh boy oh boy!!!#i was then shot 57 times in the chest

test post thingay dont look at it too hard :pp

#Spotify

Not really the biggest guy on creepypasta ships but i fw toby n ben and helen n liu a bit. more on helen n liu i think they can have funny dynamic. seemingly mentally balanced individuals fortified with rationality and reason and then u put them into a room w eo and they are shockingly Not Fucking Normal Anymore

I dont know who the hell the B stands for but god its disgusting that you ship anyone with Dib. Thats a whole ass child, freak. Wanted to follow for the Pokemon content but you're out here shipping whatever the fuck badr is. Dont fucking ship the kids with irkens jesus christ

HUH????? BADR IS MY NAME ITS A NAME IN ARABIC I DON’T EVEN WATCH ZIM DUGDHBCHBVHJVFH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON