(WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS BOTH HEAVVY THEMES AND TRANSFORMATION-BASED CONTENT, DONT LIKE? DONT LOOK!) In everything that can exist as a group, there is always atleast one outlier. There is always one black sheep in every flock. There is always one burnt cookie in every bakers dozen. There is always one weed in every field. And there is always one rickety, half-built universe made from nothing but memories and a weak reality-benders string in every empty patch of existence. This particular universe is an outlier in comparison to others of its nature however. Its creator, a strange, fox-like creature with a whiteboard for a head and reality-bending properties didn't make it as a hideout in order to make plans to take over all of existence and the universes in it. She simply made it for fun. She designed the place to be nothing more then a constantly changing playground, some areas were built as mountainous regions made from sweets, while other places were created as stages for shows done by raggedy creatures and characters she created on the fly. She had lots of fun with the playground she made, but of course, she knew that she couldn't keep this place to herself. She needed more people to be exposed to it, to join her, to play her games. Afterall, what's the point of playing on a see-saw without anyone else on the other side?

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(WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN BOTH TF CONTENT AND DISTURBING THEMES SUCH AS GORE AND IMPLIED ANIMAL ABUSE, DONT LIKE? DONT LOOK!) The myths are always the same when people talk about inkpool wood. they tell about how a group of 21 people went for a camping trip, only to get eaten by a massive bear and have their souls wander in the woods forever. but while there are a few parts of the myths that are true, there are many more gaps inbetween them. the people never died all at once, there was never a bear, and they had never gone out to camp. even with those truths revealed, nobody knows what really happened. there's one thing that is true however. the souls. they are there, even when you think they aren't. they always like to watch whoever enters the wood. especially a pesky group of 21 campers like us. and when they see such a group enter the woods, they all want to do the same thing.. ..retell the story of what had happened and have us as the catylsts.

(Warning! This story contains Body Horror, gore, bad endings, mentions of drugs/alcohol, strong language, and many other disturbing themes. View at your own risk.) ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ In the small town of Arvendale, Minnesota, there exists a small group of teens, calling themselves the "Oddity Club". Every Autumn season, members Allyson, Darik, Parker, Leo, Casey, and Gretchen gather around a bondfire next to their tree house in the middle of the woods to tell spooky tales to set the mood. These tales range from heartfelt, to downright disturbing, maybe even tragic. Sit down, grab some marshmallows, and relax as we dive into the Tales From The Oddity Club.

Just random Tf Stories and Art I made.

(THIS STORY IS STILL ONGOING) After a mysterious book ends up in the cookie kingdom. Gingerbrave and the gang discover a whole other world and discover that not all humans are bad. This is platonic cookie run kingdom x gender neutral reader story. I hope you enjoy! I do not own anything from the Cookie Run Kingdom franchise

(NOTE: NO REQUESTS ARE ALLOWED HERE) a little place to dump in my more self indulgent, weirder ministory's that all have to do with both objects, dandys world toons, and the art of transformation.

《➼°★'.𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎 × 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍》 (Please read the whole description.) • Slight AU? Because all the sword wielders (Ck, Brad, Captain, etc) will be the souls following you. (Yes, Griefer is dead on this book.. But I'll make him alive so don't worry! I was planning that he could turn into a ghost anytime he wants.) Started: 8/20/24 Ended: xx/xx/xx -°-•-☆°-'•°-★°--'~•--°•-'• ➤ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, a strong yet brave chosen hero was now at the start of their adventure to get all the swords where Shedletsky ordered them. Each sword has its perspective, yes. But seeing the people's deaths, was that worth it? For the swords? For the people? Think, think, think! Each sword will slowly make you more aware of people's feelings.. Are you able to help them? Or just.. 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚? -°-•-☆°-'•°-★°--'~•--°•-'• Cringy description, yeah

for August-Anarchy!...sure I'm late but-

Hello, so you probably remembered playing this game right? So yea..many people had spread the rumors about it...but no one knows why... (Currently planning to remake)