#chaotic writes

[chaosblasphemy]

Remember this?

So I originaly only wanted to draw for my Black Knight AU but uh.

The brainworms win

Ive started on a chapter of What Could Have Been :))

Nimue the escape artist ♡

[chaotic-zora]

A Dinner Date, Calamari Style

★ Thresh & Fat Fin Thread with @songs-of-the-windfish ★

Exactly 4 hours 11 minutes and 32 seconds pass before Thresh’s eyes snap open, revitalized once more from his short bout of sleep. His first thought?

SALTY BALANCES SWEET.

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Scritch scritch scritch.

Two bystanders idly watch a mysterious figure scratch rabidly at the ground, flinging piles of dirt into the air behind them. They squint, attempting to identify the vaguely zora shaped individual, but whoever they are, they are obscured by the shadows of a nearby rock.

All they can make out is one very long…slowly swaying….purple tail….waitaminute-

“Is that-?”

They freeze as glowing red eyes snap towards them, accompanied by a dangerously unhinged (and sharp) smile, full of missing teeth.

“......hey, watchu’ starin at? Never seen a zora dig before?”

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Thresh was in a FANTASTIC mood. 

After successfully retrieving his giant squid leftovers from its earlier burial place (carefully wrapped in seaweed and buried three feet in the sand for optimal preservation), charming a food merchant in Merchant’s Row into giving him a cooking pot, oil, and breading (a boon for the merchant honestly, as Thresh’s actions caught the attention of nearby customers, and now everyone wanted to try the food belonging to the “Merchant flirted with via Thrashin’ Thresh”), and retrieving chopped wood and flint from around the amphitheater (“wow! So convenient that there's bundles of these placed next to fire pits! People are so thoughtful :)”), he’d finally acquired all the necessary items to cook-

CALAMARI. 

It takes them a few tries to get the technique down, but soon enough their giant basket is filled to the brim with freshly cooked, deliciously smelling, salty fried calamari. Ready to be feasted upon and rapidly consumed-

He lids and buries the basket. 

“There we go, that’ll keep it warm. Now…..”

Dusting off his hands, Thresh sets off to retrieve the (outrageously handsome) reason for all their dinner endeavours. 

Fat Fin.

Luckily it doesn't take them long to spot the zorca amongst the crowd, and the moment they do a flirtatious grin overtakes Thresh’s previous ‘shark in hunt mode’ expression. Tail slowly swaying behind them, they call out, voice carrying with their wolf whistle. 

“Hey, Big Man! Ya know Nyvor said I was in the clear, but my heart keeps pickin’ up at the sight of you! Think I should get it checked~?”

[chaoticmurdertime]

Yo, I'm Chaotic. You can also call me Rocker (cus I'm off mine, lol). I've been in the creepypasta Fandom for years. I dont mind the X reader stuff, but honestly, I get annoyed when searching for creepypasta headcannons, and it's mostly smut. So whilst I'll be doing requests and the like, I will not be writing ing X reader smut. Don't mind X Reader romance, but I wanna make sure minors can read this blog, too.

~A lil about me~

I'm British, 25 years old, with a whole host of bullshittry to my fractured mind. I fucking love to write and wanna start drawing too. I'm unemployed and have a very shitty sleep schedule. Feel free to message and dm me. If you're werid, I will block you. If you don't like my writing or literally anything about me, feel free to block me.

I know a fair few of the creeps, but I'm not a fan of Zalgo or Lazuari. Never got into "I eat pasta for breakfast" and I don't really care for children of demons ocs. I prefer characters that can earn a bond with people, not the "they're totally this characters sister who was never mentioned in the original text!" Eg, I like X-Virus being Toby's brother via their friendship and bond.

[chaoticturtledream]

So I’m gonna switch to my WIP blog for a while, do writing sprints because I decided to make a full one-shot for my Camp Half-Blood therapy headcannon thing. It’ll be posted on that blog when it’s done, within the next couple days (maybe today, idk). It’s probably going to be pretty long, because any short story of mine slowly but surely becomes a novel.

[chaoticturtledream]

I’m thinking about posting a bit more of my writing on here if you guys like it. If I do I’ll be using ‘#chaotic writes’ for them. Let me know if you have any story suggestions or requests!

[c4nn1b4lqu33r]

I just got the worst fic idea ever

I wanna write horror about the "you know I had to do it to em" guy

[c4nn1b4lqu33r]

Mount Diablo

Dark clouds swirled around the snow-capped peaks while the wind-whipped, stinging rain battered my face. The gale force winds pushed me around, barely letteing me stay standing. Thunder rumbled above, and a flash of lightning illuminated the sky. I could barely see, the rain splattering in my eyes, temportarily blinding me. I shivered in the cold, despite having a great many layers of clothing on. There was a strange hum in the air that was barely audible through the storm, but it was most certainly there. It was a hum that denoted fear, a hum that reminded soldiers of watching comrades fall. It struck an icy blade of terror down my spine, and I shuddered once more.

 As I began climbing again- albeit not the wisest decision I've made -another strong gust of wind blew my right foot loose, and I slipped onto the frozen rock, nearly breaking a bone, I'm sure. The grass was diminishing, only sparse patches of frozen and dead blades of it appearing. As the altitude rose, so did my fear. I was terrified of what I might find up there, on top of the mountain.

 The flash of light had surprised everyone, myself included. We had never seen anything like it, and that alone was enough to cause a small-scale panic. The mountain was said to be cursed, and I was beginning to believe it. I alone had been sent up to investigate.

 Mount Diablo was well-known in our small town, if it is even that. It is known for claiming many lives of innocent travelers and explorers indiscriminantly. For generations, it has caused terror among the townspeople, and today, today was no exception. As I was walking about in the square, selling the knives and swords I smithed in my forge, a striking beam of light had appeared on top of the mountain, piercing the heavens. It was bloodred, the colour of the devil. It vanished a few moments later, but by then it was too late.

 Now, I was nearly at the summit. All life had ceased to be, and skeletons of others before me scattered the path, though not in one piece. Most were broken beyond recognition, though I did spot one who looked vaguely like the homeless boy that went missing a year ago.

I blinked away more rain, though my eyelashes had frozen. I let out a massive, heaving sigh as I reached the peak, and a cloud of frozen air went with it. I looked around, though I saw nothing out of the ordinary, until I looked closer at the centre of the summit. I'm certain my screams were heard all the way down the mountain, but by now, no one could save me. No one could save the town. It was all over.