@lieblingfuchs from Character AI! Migrated here after the Tiktok ban, but am in no means new to Tumblr (Seen reposts from it on Pinterest in, like, 2017-2019).
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Basic info:
22 yrs
she/her/hers
horror fan, creepypasta fan, artist, writer, shitposter (probably)
Bot creator of the 23.1m Ticci Toby bot and others on C.ai :3 artist and writer
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Hey everyone! Uhh, as the bio says, I’m here primarily due to the Tiktok ban happening (two hours early!! 😭) but tbh this had a long time coming with me dipping my toe into this platform anyway. I’ll try to post as consistently as possible since my winter break ends on Monday, but most of my content on here will be a lot of art, shitposts and mayyybe some writing if I feel confident enough for it. For now though, it’s literally 12am and I’m sleepy - but I wanted to make a greeting post before heading to bed for the night. 🫶🏻💕👋
The Privacy Case for SweetDream, Feature by Feature
Let me approach this analytically. Every standout feature SweetDream offers becomes more valuable the moment you trust that it's private. The lifelike voice messages and human-sounding phone calls? Worth more when you know they're discreet. The video calls and live cam sessions available with select characters? Far more comfortable to enjoy when the platform's whole posture is privacy-first.
That's the throughline I kept landing on while testing sweetdream.ai. It isn't that the AI girlfriend experience is good and also private; it's that the privacy is what lets the experience be as immersive as it is. You design a companion's personality and appearance in detail, you get strikingly realistic generated photos, and you do it all knowing the content stays yours.
If I were scoring AI companion platforms on a rubric, SweetDream would top the column that too many competitors leave half-empty. Discretion isn't a bonus line item here. It's the reason the rest of the product works as well as it does.
I understand being excited for CreepyDates, but Hadadit is still a PROSHIPPER who fetishized incest and pedophilia, along with eating disorders.
Proof is here:
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Please spread the word and warn others of Hadadit.
Do not support CreepyDates, no matter how good it is. I understand separating art from artist, but CreepyDates is STILL being spearheaded by Hadadit and under their influence.
I made this original post with the assumption that the game did not have these fetishistic elements, but upon further research, it does. I've learned that Ben Drowned is one of the characters in it, not B.E.N.(The AI from the ARG), nor an aged-up version, but a child version of Ben.
I refuse to download the game out of principle and fear of boosting it on Itch(thus supporting Hahadit), but if anyone can pirate it, I would like it so that I may actually do proper research.
It has come to my attention, thanks to this anonymous asker and this reblog by @elidoesart, that Hahadit also made a smear campaign against former artist Antlergrave, though this seems to be well-known knowledge.
Hahadit may also have invited a minor to an 18+ event, though this may not be true.
I will also say:
Proshipping is bad.
Shipping siblings or minors with adults is not okay; It is okay to write about relationships like this, but not to ship them, and there is a clear difference between Lolita and how Hahadit depicts Toby and Masky.
While no real minors are being harmed, that doesn't negate that this is disgusting and can lead to real minors getting harmed.
HEY HEADS UP TO ANYONE WHO DISLIKES CREEPYDATES!!HAHABIT IS ACTUALLY COPYRIGHT CLAIMING VIDEOS YOU POST ON TIKTOK AND IM NOT KIDDING, SHE HAS DONE IT TO MY VIDEO AND PROBABLY DID IT TO MANY OTHER VIDEOS BE VERY CAREFUL ON POSTING ABOUT HER ANYWHERE BECAUSE SHE IS TAKING ACTION NOW ON PEOPLE ON FINDING OUT ON WHAT SHE DOES!!!
Hellooo :D I noticed you’ve done oc x canon stuff and was wondering if you’d be open to doing one of my oc x Toby (creepypasta). I’m still new to the whole art request stuff so if you’re not comfy with oc x canon or the requests are closed rn, no worries! :3
Also please feel free to dm or let me know if any further references are needed if you choose to draw them, I’d be happy to send refs if necessary! Thank you so much in advance btw :33
(uploading late jan. art reqs) HIIII HELLO i loved ur oc they looked so cute, im amazed by ur art :33
AAAAH SCREAMING RIGHT NOW HEHE :3 GUYS PLEASE GIVE THEM SOME LOVE AND CHECK OUT THEIR ART REQS, THEIR ART IS AMAZING!! And thank you so much, again for drawing these two <33 ☺️
My most popular post (the one about Toby's TS and speech impediment) got ~50 notes so I figured I'd make a follow up with examples instead of just saying, "Hey, can you not do this *doesn't explain how to do it*" lololl
For his Tourette's Syndrome (TS), his canon tics include.. only motor tics. Well.... okay. That puts us at a little bit of a roadblock. To diagnose TS, both motor and vocal tics must be present. If you're going for a realistic TS depiction, I'd say include some minor vocal tics. Of course, on the other hand, if you want to keep him closer to canon, it's alright to only include his motor tics.
What are some common simple tics?
Motor: Neck twisting/twitching/jerking, arm jerking, eye blinking repetitively/hard blink, mouth twitching, nose twitching, shoulder shrugging
On a slightly related note, Toby's tics are noted to cause joint cracking. This usually means the tics are pretty harsh. To people who can feel it, this would cause muscle stiffness, joint pain, and aches. However, while Toby also has Congenital Insensitivity to Pain + Anhidrosis (CIPA), he would still be able to feel the tightness in his neck even if it doesn't quite register as "painful" to him.
Now for the stutter. There's lots of ways a person can stutter, but the most common "stutter" in people with Tourette's is actually not a stutter at all. Tics can often disrupt the fluency of speech, which is where you get the "stutter". Common examples in Tourette's are-
Repetition: Repeating word(s) multiple times.
- "This is- This is- This is an example."
Speech blocking tic: A pause/silence in speech where the speaker is "blocked" from speaking from a tic. Usually coupled with another motor/vocal tic.
- "This is....... an.... example."
Revision: Changing a word in the middle of speaking.
- "This was- This is an example."
But you can also include a part-word repetition stutter, which is what I see most commonly in his dialogue.
Part-word repetition: Repeating a sound/syllable in a word.
- "This i-i-is an e-example."
- "Thi-this is an-an-another example."
If anyone has questions I'm more than willing to answer in comments or reblogs! <3
HARD AGREE THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS!! <33 I also wanted to add that when writing his stutters/vocal tics in dialogue (specifically for part-word repetition or struggling to get a word out fully), I personally take inspiration from how Stephen King wrote for Bill’s stutter in IT, for example:
“S-suh-something like, like this.”
“Ssomething l-like— like this.”
I really liked the way he wrote the stuttered parts more phonetically (?) rather than just repeated letters, it gave the dialogue a more authentic feel to it in my opinion, and I also like to implement more drawn out segments (Similar to “Ssomething” in the second example). Of course I also wanna note that I like incorporating motor/vocal tics in narration too, such as “— he said with a chirp/— he chirped/chirruped” or to break up dialogues like this example:
“Where’re Tim and Brian?” you ask, having noticed their absence. Toby clears his throat, responding casually:
“O-Out. They left on a puh-p-p-“ his lips twist in a violent cringe, frustrated as he struggles on the word, “—patrol while you were suh-sleeping.”
Any further comments/questions/responses are welcome, from OP or otherwise! :3 💕💕
RAAAGH I’m praying Tumblr doesn’t ruin the upload quality but that’s what the stuff under the cut is for 🙂↕️ anyway, more render/painting practice!! As usual, details + alt versions under the cut 💕
People who play the creepydates game should know about the creators' actions and choose for themselves if they still want to support them and play their game/games.
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The creepydates creator has drawn the creepypasta character Ticci Toby underage shipped with Masky from the yt series marble hornets. not only that, but they've posted NSFW art of Toby with his Dad and Masky involved, and they generally support !ncest. Proof here:
(Had 2 Censored the drawing above even more cuz it got flagged)
They've also replied to hate comments about the whole thing on their Tumblr
They have also reblogged other problematic things such as this
I've made this post to make people aware of who they're supporting and what they're supporting if they stand behind creators like hahadit. I personally do not support !ncest nor p3d0philia even in role-play or art. I also think that this is very harmful for the creepypasta community in many ways. They have also made the Jeff the Killer dress-up up game some of you may have played or heard of.
Spread awareness about this topic if you can, so that more people who don't stand by the creators' opinions don't accidentally support them.
I already posted about this on my profile, but I'll post it again, if you support this sick "artist", unfollow me and block me, it literally makes me sick to see any content associated with this.
If you support this person you are sick just like them, so block me.
there’s a phenomenon when it comes to enjoying a male character in a piece of media where it’s so much fun and i love my blorbo and i want to talk about my blorbo and read analysis of my blorbo but i realize very fast and very hard that the majority of fans made up a version of him that appeals to their horniness and it’s become the popular and standard interpretation and i do not care for that guy at all like i’d beat him with hammers actually
Finally cranked out a fully rendered piece, yippee!! (This took me 8 hours 😭) Decided to keep the sketch for the hair since it added a bit of extra texture :3
As usual, alt versions + zoomed details will be under the cut! 🫶🏻
This fanfic is a choose your own adventure fanfic. Every link has a different story to tell, different endings to discover. Your choices have consequences.
This has been written in the perspective of a FEMALE reader.
Unfamiliar with the game or concept?
Summary ⊱ No, I'm not a Human is a first-person survival horror game. The player must distinguish real people from Visitors pretending to be humans, providing shelter to the former and eliminating the latter. The game revolves around the sun's increasing temperature and guests who need shelter from the burning sun. Guests can be humans or Visitors who crawl out from underground with unclear intentions.
The world had gone to shit.
Well, it had always been shit - but the shit this time seemed unmeasurable compared to what was going on right now. The sun was always destined to blow up, inflame, to swallow everyone up whole. To die. Because we are all meant to die at some point. Whether it be cancer, car accident, overdose or intentional, plain old suicide - we all die. It's inevitable. You weren't scared of death, at least you told yourself that a lot more recently. You had never been scared of death, not even the time you tried to take your life but know - the idea of not knowing - it terrified you. Just now, with the sun and all scorching the planet up dry; you were beginning to become a little worried. Maybe because the idea of not being able to choose when you wanted to die seemed to unsettle you or maybe because you often found yourself pacing between window to window trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.
You wish you knew. You longed to know. What was going on out there? What was happening that terrified people beyond measure? You missed the grass, the wind in your hair, the feel of the ground keeping you balanced between heaven and hell. If that even existed and as of late; you tried not to think of that. Who would want to? Oh, poor Earth, poor dying Earth, can you not see the pain you inflict on others? Is the Sun swallowing you whole unpleasant as you had expected?
The curfew was easy. At the start anyway. It wasn't like you enjoyed going outside much - aside from trying to escape the horrors and memories your house offered. The mouldy walls spoon fed you disease that left you vomiting your guts out in the middle of the night. Oh, what a pitiful life yours had become. A part of you wondered if all this surviving was worth it? The curfew? That perhaps, you longed to feel the aching blisters of the Sun's touch on your skin. Had you gone mad? Perhaps. It had been months since you set foot outside, since you watched the world from the small window of your house - sat just on the outskirts on the city. A city you once loathed you now mourned. You spent each day sleeping, watching TV, trying to exercise but the heat was too much to bear - it was so warm that the wallpaper was now peeling - revealing that terrible, terrible mould.
Only, now there was the trouble of people knocking at your door in the early hours of the night. Whether it be a friendly tap or a pounding knock that left you shaking in the hall of your house - it didn't matter. It all terrified you the most. Perhaps staying in here, cooped up like some chicken, was driving you mad. You considered it - especially now you were doubting every person you saw.
It had become a regular occurance to ask, 'are you a visitor?' to each person that came for aid at your door. In fact, you were certain that you uttered those words so much; you were saying it in your sleep. A visitor. Usually some would picture a visitor to be someone you would welcome into your home, a friend perhaps or even a neighbour that you were friendly with. Only, the word 'visitor' nowadays had little to soothe the sweat that ran down your forehead each time you forced a step closer to that door. That large, wooden door. What would stop a visitor, you wondered, from breaking down that door and taking you. Your very being. Personality, looks, wearing your skin like you were some designer clothing.
Don't be alone. That was the first thing the news broadcasts told you when you heard about the curfews and missing people. How could one not be alone and yet trust anyone at all? You liked being alone, whether it be to shit with the door open or walk around naked because the heat became too much - but now - being alone. It meant something on you and it wasn't your skin - your very life itself.
There were some people that came to mind. A neighbour? A family member? But you never reached out - no. How could you? It was the whole reason you lived on the outskirts. To avoid people and now, you had to have one in order to survive. This all didn't make sense, it made terrible sense.
"You alone?"
You hated that. That first question they would ask. Whether it be a tired looking girl or a bald, old man. The question still plagued the same. Because you knew the answer. You were alone, alone here in the walls that suffocating you in ways you could never begin to understand. You would lie, a stupid lie and it was only then you wished you weren't. What if they knew? That you were lying? What if they could smell the lie through the thin, wooden door? And then what?
One week turned to six, six turned to nine months and now it had been a year. What were you eating? You couldn't remember. But the lack of skin around your fingernails said a lot. You were still alone, you weren't sure how or why - maybe because you were too afraid to answer the door. But now it was getting bad. It surpassed the word shit itself. Awful, horrible, petrifyingly insane. Were you insane? Maybe you were already dead and this were the afterlife? No, this was hell - punishing you for trying to take your life. Each day the same, the same walls, same mould, same lousy looking house and then the night would roll over as you slept - tossing and turning in the sheets that almost looked like a dance. The night was silent - only the faint screams in the distance or the fire crackling in a nearby fire. There was no trust - no - no humanity.
Once again, you took comfort in your bedroom, door locked with gun tucked tightly between your breasts. You were shaking, not because it were cold but because you were terrified. You had manged to survive ignoring the knocks and you were unsure how long for. Honestly, you were surprised nobody had half the mind to kick that door down and ransack the place. It made sense - it was like nobody lived there. The sweat trickled down your forehead as you kept a cold, calculated gaze at your bedroom door. Just another night of this, another night of fighting the urge to blow your brains out and decorate that mouldy wall with your brain. It made you laugh, the idea that you were trying so hard to survive and for what? The Sun will eat the Earth - only you'll still be there to experiance it. Instinctively, your hands gripped the gun tighter - so tight that the clamminess of your palms caused one of your hands to slip and you just missed the trigger by an inch. Oh, what stupidity; killing yourself accidentally. At least you were alone so nobody could see it. Alone. Alone.
"Are you alone?"
A voice. There was no knock. That was unusual. There was always a knock. You timed it, counted each tap. It had become to the point where you could distinguish whether the knocker be a man or woman. Alas, there was no. fucking. knock. Your hands gripped tighter on the gun and your jaw tensed, shuffling back until your back hit the wall. Close your eyes, pretend - you are alone and that's exactly how they want you. Alone, a soft, yearning virgin desperate to feel the touch of the barrel down your throat. If there was a God, he was not real. In fact, maybe God was the sun itself.
"I know you're in there."
Pray, stop talking. You wished and begged and now you were crying because you couldn't work out if the voice was real or not. Was this all happenings inside your head. What month was it? Had Christmas passed already? How silly, those holidays did not exist anymore - nor did funerals. No, now the bodies remain outside - the Sun not even giving them a chance to rot before charring their remains.
It was becoming too much. This gun was too heavy, your burdens and thoughts becoming too heavy. Shoot now, aim the gun and shoot - just shoot. Only now you were stood in front the door. You were trembling, trembling so hard that it was becoming too hard to breath. God forbid he hears you breathe. Were you breathing? How did you get to the door? You had no control of your body and now the urge to reach for the handle was becoming so overwhelming? Who are you? A Visitor? You questioned. How could you be? You had never left. What month was it? Had Christmas passed already? And why was the mould getting worse?
"Leave." You croaked, fighting the lump in your throat. You wanted to throw up, in fact, you did in your mouth. You had just swallowed it as quickly as it had come up. You were so pathetic, fighting for survival in a world that wasn't fit for people like you anymore. Slowly, you glanced back down at the gun held tightly to your chest. Nothing was stopping you from turning the barrel, letting the cold metal hit your tongue. How did gunpowder taste?
"Just let me in." There was a tone of pleading in the way they spoke. A tone of familiarity that sparked what little humanity you had left in you and for once, in the many humid months you had spent in this house, you began to feel pity. You began to feel human again. Blinking away rapid tears, your brows creased and you glanced down at the matt you were stood on just by your door.
'Welcome.' How ironic for a welcome matt. At least you dragged that inside before all this shit started. How long ago was that now?
"How can I trust you?" you asked finally. It felt weird to be speaking again. You hadn't spoke in such a long time. It actually hurt. There was silence on the other side of the door, aside from a short grumble that felt far too human for you to care and then finally - they replied;
"You don't. I guess." You pursed your lips. What a washy response. It was too human and honestly, a part of you was convinced. What kind of Visitor responds like that? Unless they were calculated. Finally, your curiosity got the best of you. It had snuck up behind you in all the many months you had spent in solitude. It felt comforting in ways you couldn't imagine. Perhaps because this voice just sounded so human and thus; it made you think. What if you were in a similar situation? Alone, unwanted, untrusted. You would wish somebody gave you the same pity you are now aching to express. The thought of death, as terrifying as it was, brought you ease. Because then - at least you weren't alone.
Cautiously, you raised your head and brought your eye to the peephole. It was dark. You hadn't looked out this way in such a long time, you had almost forgotten what you street had looked like. Now was no time to reminisce on before all this. Stood, before your door, was a man. Same age as you, he had to be. Only the side of his mouth was wrapped up in gauze and in his hands, an axe. That pity you once felt dissipated at the sight of him. His voice, like a soft bunny, oh, so deceiving. Like he knew, his own gaze faltered down to the axe in his hands and in an almost offering like gesture - he raised it.
"I haven't hurt anyone," he cleared the air, it was tense; even with the wooden door between the two of you. "It's just for m-mme." A part of you wanted to believe him because his eyes held so much hurt. The same hurt you felt every aching day.
"I have a gun," you warned, speaking too quickly and immediately regretting it. As you recoiled a moment to find yourself in a cloud of guilt, you quickly placed your cheek back agains the wood of the door to peer out. He was anxious, leaning on one foot to then the other and occasionally - he would glance over his shoulder.
"Please, just one night," he urged softly, dipping his head down so his chin met his chest and it was there you noticed his brown, almost curly hair. Well, the curls weren't kept and not tight either - loose and free flowing despite the madness outside. The heat must've upset his hair. Admittedly, it does to yours too.
One night. One night was enough for him to strangle you. He was tall, that much was obvious because he had to lean down a little to speak through the door. It looked as if he barely fit on the porch but you were unsure if that were just the fish eye effect the peep hole had. One night could be for anything. To use you, abuse you, to take you there and then kill you in the comfort of your home. What were you saying? This home brought you no comfort, it never had done and it never will - even with the chaos erupting outside. Your mind was a desperate fight between let him in and keep him out. How could you trust him, it wasn't like you had trusted anyone in weeks. With a sharp inhale, you pulled away from the door - letting your gaze catch sight of the wooden patterns encased on the door before you.
Hopped on this trend with a quick Toby and Indy doodle :3 The feathers were added to make Indy look more uncanny- as per usual, alt versions are under the cut!
Hahadit fans please block me!! That person is problematic asf
There are multiple callout posts if you want to know what they did wrong
Long story short, they harassed antlergrave, made incest art of toby and they ship ticcimask even though Toby is 17 in their au
please stop supporting hahadit!! Interacting with their posts and playing their games is boosting them (they're also a massive attention seeker and made a fake callout post on antlergrave out of envy)
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