Thank you all1,654 Watchers
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Thank you all so much!
I honestly don't know what to say, but thank you.
That means a lot to me.
You all are wonderful people.
TAGGEDI HAVE GOTTEN TAGGED SO MANY TIMES AND I JUST NOW SAW THEM
I guess I'll start getting dem outta da way.
okay heres one THANKS TO :iconchibi-works: HNNGNGGG KAY
001. Real Name: Ashley Huff (Ash) (shhhhh dont say anything about my name shhhh)
002. Nickname: Kino, Ash, Ashrew, David Bowie, Kinosabe, Jared, Lord Stargon Galaxy Surfer 1169 uhhhh.... I think thats about it. Theres probably more I just forgot.
003. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
004. Male Or Female: male
(o I'm not gonna answer these next 3 just in case)
005. Elementary School: 006. Middle School: 007. High School:
008. Hair Color: Blonde and Brown
009. Long Or Short: Short I guess? Or maybe considered long. idfk
010. Loud Or Quiet: Im really loud and obnoxious around friends or when Im not fucking exhausted, but then other times Im really quiet and only talk if I'm asked something.
011. Sweats or Jeans: HUGE BASKET BALL SHOOOOOOOORRRTS
I can'tI have had a fuck up regarding behavioral medication and I'm highly irritable at the moment.
I honestly feel like shit, but if I say something to you that doesn't seem 'friendly' allow me
to apologize in advance.
I know I'm probably being a little asshole, but I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings.
this is what I get for thinking skipping a few days on my medication was a good idea.
I just wanted to put that out there just so you know I'm not trying to be mean to you if I
say something that seems like I am.
You guys are nice
I don't want you to think I'm a dick
I'm still here...Hey guys
I just wanted to post an update on my life
I left on a horrible note, I'm truly sorry for worrying you all, I truly didn't mean to cause you to panic but I just couldn't think straight before. A lot of things have been going on in which I'd like to keep private, and I'm sorry I didn't go one on one to talk to all of you who have messaged me on Skype, DA, Tumblr, and what not, I just honestly don't have time too at the moment.
Any way I just wanted to put your minds at ease if you where worrying about me, I'm alright.
After my suicidal break down I went and spent 2 days with my grandma, and I went to therapy today, and its official that I'm going to the hospital for 27 therapy until they believe I'm ready to get back in school. I'm leaving tomorrow morning
I know you all may be thinking 'oh your dad yelled at you, get the fuck over it" but it's a lot more then what I told you so please don't go around making assumptions about things okay? There's a lot of personal things
IMPORTANTIf you are planning on cosplaying Ticci-Toby at any time in the near future please do me a favor and do not buy your cosplay from this website http://www.cosplayfu.com/product/Ticci+Toby+Cosplay+from+Creepypasta
They're pretty much selling a cosplay of a copyrighted character without permission and I would really appreciate it if you guys could maybe spread the word if you have the time!
I really love to see people cosplaying him and I have no problem with it but please don't buy it.
Please put it together yourself meaning please don't purchase anything from any businesses that labels him by name for it's not authorized and is a violation of copyright.
Not to mention that this website uses artwork from both myself and others to advertise.
Thank you all very much!
A Journal EntryHey guys guess what
Stream is probably gonna happen tonight
I dunno what I'm gonna do for it, gaming or drawing idk
All I know is dat people might wanna talk to me during it but I normally just listen to music when doing a drawing stream so I might have to settle for gaming
But then again my steams kinda messed up
We'll see, I'll probably have something for you guys
And hey guys
Yes. yes I am 14 years old, I decided to share that with you but all of you don't need to comment about it on my profile okay? It just makes me feel weird and when you're gettin like 69 comments just saying "OHAY look ur 14" it's just sorta like... Yeah... Yes I am 14, thank you for commenting about it.
ANYWAY STREAMS PROBABLY GONNA HAPPEN AROUND 4 MOUNTAIN TIME
OR MAYBE WHENEVER
ILL STREAM WHEN I WANNA
Creepypasta fandom please readHello guys,
Due to recent events I feel the need to clarify a few things.
A lot of people really have been white knighting for me, which I understand is in attempt to help me out and defend me in a situation in which I wouldn't defend myself but you really don't need to do that.
I know in the past I have asked people not to draw or write anything involving Toby which featured him being shipped with anyone other than Clockwork but I know now that it's really pointless to ask something like that.
A lot of people have respected what I am and am not comfortable with and some people haven't. That's fine, I don't really find it to be important anymore, it's really just not worth the effort in trying to fight back against stuff like that and I guess I really just don't care much anymore.
I'm done with the Creepypasta fandom. I've been done with it for a while and with Toby's copyrights in place I plan on not looking back on it or bothering with it unless it involves legal violation of copyrig
Creepy Pasta: The Puppeteer
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
CreepyPasta StoryCreepyPasta: Ticci-Toby
Last weekend after a friends party, I'd been walking home. Of course most people would find the city creepy at night, while the breeze blew signs around making them creak on their hinges. I passed under a flag that flagged eerily in the wind. But I knew this city well. Very well. Not only do I have a knife in my hoodie, pocket, but I find myself fast and strong so I'm not easily scared.
As such, I didn't think much of it, when I passed by a street lamp, and peered down the alley way of one of the streets my friends and I often ran around in.
I simply gave it a quick glance, and caught sight of a figure at the back, probably looking through the dumpster looking for scraps or something. I didn't see the person's face. However I didn't miss the cracking sound as the figure's head suddenly turned to the side, almost like an owl. I jerked back slightly, shock and amusement lighting my face. I guess that was an unusual reaction for a teenage girl to have, after seeing
Ticci Toby x Reader:A Perverted Start (1)
You were walking through the woods,the one that people call "Slender woods."Your friends said you had to stay in the woods for a week,so they don't hurt your new puppy.Some friends they are...you were for sure to call the cops when you get back home,and ending your friendship with them.It was dark and you tried not to think of the tall faceless Slenderman.You looked back seeing nothing but tree's and mist.Was this the cause of Slenderman,it must be all a lie.
"Dammit...F*cking friends they are...These Dam woods....S-slenderman.."I was mumbling to myself,beginning to freeze from this climate were in.I now lay next to a tree and began to slide onto the ground.I felt the leaves fly up and move with the wind.I began to feel..sleepy.Usually I don't sleep this early but I just let my eyes close.I slept for awhile,but startled by something touch my nose.I opened my eyes quickly seeing a figure stand before me.A ho
The Interview: Ticci Toby
The Interview: Ticci Toby
A.N.: WARNING!!! This contains Swearing and blood (~0.0)~ (ooo spooky) Seriously though. if you're not OK with either than Don't read this.
Sam stood behind the van, flipping through the paper of question, the chief handed him. They were still in the forest and had just apprehended one of the top Proxies of the famous Slender Man. "Be careful with this one. He is a bit dangerous than the other Proxies we've caught." The Chief explained.
"With no disrespect Sir, but shouldn't we wait until we get back to the base?" Sam asked looking through the list of questions again that he was handed. "No, Orders from the higher ups. They want to get the info as soon as possible. Just follow the questions for the most part but if you think of a question ask it as well. Any info on taking Slender Man down is the Best." He replied and preparing to open the van door, a few gu
Today is an important day for the Clarks; after 10 months, Mrs. Clark is finally going to give birth to her child. Everybody in the region knows Mr. Clark of the Clarks, that famous and serious Judge, lives here.
After a few hours, the nurse delivering the child walks out from the room with an awkward expression on her face, and goes to Mr. Clark’s office to see him. “Um, Mr. Clark…” The nurse looks at him with a shocking expression on her face. “Yes? What is it?” Mr. Clark looks at the panicking woman as he frowns. “Uh…you might need to see it yourself, Mr. Clark.” “What is it that needs me to go take a look at? Why not tell me now?” “Well…your child seems to be a bit “Special”.”
The two arrives at the room where Mrs. Clark is taking a rest. She’s lying on the bed, and next to her is Mr. and Mrs. Clark’s child. Mr. Clark notice
Origin of Eyeless Jack
Click… click… click…
Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his b
Twisted thoughts in mind.
With your father's hatchets,
A bloody trail you leave behind.
You are Slender's proxy,
For certain that's no joke.
And the voices in your head say,
To kill all random folk.
Your father may he rot in hell,
For leaving your sister to die,
Who whenever that you think of,
makes you want to cry.
But as you wrestle with your sanity
With your bloody, bandaged hands,
The law will search for you
Through all the wooded lands.
As well as through the cities
And hills and valleys too.
But you know that they
Will never get a hold of you.
For you're one of Slender's proxies
You can go from there to here,
In the blink of an eye
To cause them mortal fear…
CreepyPasta: Bloody Painter
This is Helen, 14 years old. His dark circles feel as if he has never slept enough. He doesn’t care about his messy black hair, since he doesn’t like to put too much effort on tidying himself up; it’s unnecessary.
His seat is at the back of the classroom, next to the window; he always sits there drawing quietly, as it is like everything to him. He doesn’t like to socialize with people, making him a lonely one.
There was a person being pushed to the floor after school. That’s Tom, who is always the victim of bullying, not because he did anything before, it’s just the dislikes of people around him. These things happen often, and Helen is used to it. Though he does feel bad for Tom, he doesn’t want to interfere, as it is quite bothersome.
During recess, Judy says she’s missing her watch as she searches for it. Helen doesn’t help her, since it’s none of his business. Suddenly, someone sees something flashing in Helen’s bag.
Ticci Toby x Reader~ Ticking Love Ch. 1(Reader’s P.O.V.)
Something happened to me that night. Something I can't explain.
I woke up in a cold sweat. My (E/C) eyes shot open and my elbows propped up from under me for a better vantage. I panicked. My head snapped all over my room looking for something. The clock. I looked at the demonic red numbers still panting. 1:06 pm. I fell backwards to my beloved pillow once again in a huff.
'What the literal freak?' I questioned laying there a few seconds.
Without a thought I sat up again, this time swinging my pajama covered legs over the side of my bed. I couldn't think and my head was pounding. I couldn't even put together a fluent sounding thought.
'Maybe... maybe I... need some air?' I stood up fully and walked over to my window. I noticed it was already open.
I pulled the chair out from under my desk and pushed it over to my window. I felt the cool autumn air caress my skin, leaving goosebumps in it's absence. I finally sat down. Then I took a deep breat
Creepypasta: Laughing JackLAUGHING JACK
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out t
Creepypasta: The Doll Maker
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker.
The doll makers home was set ab