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A/N: Enjoy… Some new Ticciwork for you. But be aware, this is a bit dark, and I had trouble debating if I should have rated this M. This could be slightly disturbing to some readers. But once again, enjoy. ==================================== Running. With her. In his arms. Each heaving step an unspoken miracle, for his vision was squinted, blistering tears which collected rivers in his goggles. His arms curled tightly around his life, clutching it with his soon to be lost hopes. He didn’t want his only life to die. He didn’t want her to die. Blood seeped through his firm fingers, running down his sleeve. He knew she

A/N: I am really enjoying ‘The Seer’ comic, and I love Masky, so this all just fitted together in a way. Enjoy! ======================================= “Masky…” Blood boiled under his skin, sweat coating his palms. His hair caught in the gusting breeze. “Why are you...?” Tears welled up behind his false face, glistening through his hollowed sockets. “You couldn’t...” He gripped the stone, his stance trembling. “What is that…?” The faint aroma of crimson escalated the atmosphere, sinking into the earth below. “Why did you…” He slumped

Lightning. A fear shared by countless entities in this world. It‘s would crackle across the void of lit clouds, and dash down to the earth. Sometimes even nicking it’s crusty surface if granted the courage. The hazardous roars of thunder, blaring the regions in blinding light. So fearful, so sudden. So beautiful. Why not think of the light as it were given by God? Think of it’s purity of flash, it’s intense sound of warmth. It is yearning for something. Something just the same.

A/N: I decided to try something a bit more... off than what I often write about. ========================================== Snow fell plentifully atop the dry forest ground. The pleasant breeze carried the flakes across the sky, draping the air in puffy specks. The snow cloaked creatures of the wood scurried across the leaved path, finding whatever plant life was still edible. The consistent sound of the shivering birds chirped, perched frozen to their nests. The forest was alive with faint life yet alive with the chilling weather as well. But he wasn’t chilled. He took light steps across the leaf riddled path, cascading his long le

A/N: I think I hit my head in a good way… Enjoy! =================================== Snow, such a colorless joy. He alway did like this season the most, he just did. Maybe it was it’s sparkling purity when it were to be glazed by the moons dim rays. Or was it because of it’s crunching softness underneath each heaving footstep. Maybe it was just because of it’s chilled warmth when you placed it upon your skin. Or maybe it was when it was doused in type B. Or was this type AB? He had trouble identifying it properly. Perhaps the watery snow soaked in with the blood, giving it a lighter flavor. That must’ve bee

Warm up stuff. May upload, may not. Whatevas. =============================================== Walking. Was that all to life? Pacing aimlessly, across the abyssal plains of reality, stepping on my lonesome thoughts. Was my life made out to be this way? Alone? Was this some sort of cursed burden, or a unwilled wish? Will I ever uncover my purpose? Should I cry? How could I, when I am one without vision, voice, even a proper emotion to display my empathy to others. Emotionless they said. Not human they claimed. They made accusation against my being, tried to cover up my presence underneath lies of unsorted ideals. They were blinded by unco

A/N: If you haven't read Kastoway’s Ticci Toby story, you should maybe read it beforehand, to understand bits of it. I’ll leave a link to it ^^. Happy Mother’s Day, Ticci style. ================================================ “Years.” This was the thought of Connie Rogers, as she gave a slight chuckle at her wandering thoughts. It had been two years. Two long, suffering years since the accident. Well, it didn’t look like an accident at all really. It just looked a silent wish granted by her late son. “Toby…” She cringed her shoulders at the thought of his face. The face she saw that

A/N: I suggest you read description first, to understand the circumstances. Thanks! ==================================================== Ann outstretched her arm across the table, trying to grasp her hold on the sewing kit. She had to shut the wound, she just had too. She felt the kits rounded corners as she wrapped her fingers around it and flung her arm back. She thrust it to the table, producing a smacking noise. She used her free hand to pry the kit open, while the other hand was attempting to keep pressuring the wound. Blood began to skim through her fingers, following a blood drenched cough. Ann quickly turned her head to him, staring

A/N: Well now… Feels... =============================================================== Toby stumbled through the bewildered woods, following a makeshift path of jagged branches and outgrowing tree roots. He moaned after each maneuvering step, grunting under his breath, “Masky this, Masky that.” Before this, he and Masky were given orders to seek out a spare proxy, in the case if one of them were in a bad condition, or given up on life. Masky agreed to this idea, but Toby argued back at it. He thought is was offensive to have spare when they were just fine. After this statement, Masky told Toby in a emotionless voice, &