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[beatleswings]

A Tekken trollpasta I initially shared to @boltun-tkn as a joke but posting it here for y'all to read.

Tekken Cursed Game

So I went to a yard sale and they were selling video games. This guy told me of this old Tekken game he wanted to give away for only $5. I am a HUGE FAN of Tekken and I would own anything with it. So I had to take it. But before I paid the guy, he said to be careful because this game is "cursed".

I don't know what that guy was on so I just bought the game and after we got home, I immediately ran to my room and put the game on my old Playstation. Then the start up happened and it was normal but then somehow...the game started to glitch.

And I started hearing scary noises from the game. And then it cuts to Kazuya after he threw what appears to be Heihachi off a cliff, volcano, whatever…

Yes, that scene was on a loop and then he said, "Fuck you". I don't know why he said that and then I notice his eyes turn hyperrealistic and red and he said "fuck you" again, this time in a demonic tone.

Then the player select scene showed up and everyone had hyperrealistic eyes. and for some reason the announcer sounded demonic and evil.

Then my Playstation started to set on fire and I quickly put out the fire. and then Kazuya pops on my screen and says in a demonic voice "I'm inside your TV" I yelled out for my mom because I thought Kazuya wanted to kill me.

I quickly took the game out and put it back in the case but still, the game was on the TV. BUT HOW?!?! I just removed the game.

The game was still playing even though I removed the game?!?! And that demonic sound was still playing. I went fuck it and just played the game. The last part was somehow set in hell. Why Hell of all places?! Was it because that’s where Kazuya threw him? Anyway, I had to finally fight Heihachi Mishima. And he kept kicking my ass and at one point he said "I will feast on your blood". I don't remember Tekken being this messed up and scary.

Then Heihachi kept saying "666" "hail satan" and speaking backwards, I think or maybe just ridiculous gibberish. When I finally beat him, I throw him in the lava again and he screams. then the game starts to glitch again and then it's sped up but with flashes of the characters with bloody eye sockets.

and then the TV goes back to normal. I was so scared, I almost pissed my pants. I decided to throw away the cursed Tekken game and set it on fire. After that incident, I didn't want to play Tekken ever again. But then...I heard a new game was coming out. Not sure if I should play it.

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[aether-asterisk]

fellswap doodles part 1: genocide run edition fun fact: swap!fell!ollie's eyes turn hyperrealistic and bloody when he's ESPECIALLY pissed. which rarely happens. hell, he doesn't even like doing that at all. but hey, whatever it takes to get through to people, whether it's a stubborn "customer" or a merciless killer who claimed millions of lives -- including those of his friends and family. note the cracks on ollie's soul in the last picture.

[izthecannibal]

Take Over For Me - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

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request: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can't be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I'm so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan's son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

a/n: i’ve never listened to geazy in my entire life so everything in this is based on what i read on wikipedia and that his name is gerald via @girlygreenie lmao (also i lowkey didn’t follow the prompt but whatever)

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

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tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland 

Your teeth chattered as cold sweat dripped down your forehead. You would have wiped it on your sleeve if your hands weren’t bound behind your back, attached to the cold metal chair you were placed on. Your damp hair hung in front of your face, blocking your view of the man walking in the swinging door. The light shining in from outside of your small cell blinded your eyes, and you looked down immediately, squeezing your eyelids closed. Negan crouched down so his face was level with yours and smirked knowingly. 

“You’re scared,” he said. He stood up again, pacing slowly in circles around your chair. You kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you, fearing that you would cry if you had to look Negan in the eye. 

Abraham’s skull split with a crack. You shuddered and dropped your head into the palms of your hands, grinding your teeth against each other as Negan chuckled, soaking in the pain he was inflicting on your friend. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled out in waves. 

You kept your head down, focusing on slowing your breaths. Your hyperrealistic awareness of everything happening around you was alarming. Your eyes darted from side to side, and your breathing began to quicken as you heard a second skull shatter at the will of Lucille. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up. Your mind raced with the possible victims Negan could have chosen. You imagined the excruciating pain shooting through their body and pounding through their head. 

“Hey, kid, look at me,” Negan whispered, delicately grabbing your chin and tilting your head to meet his eyes with yours. He stood back, dangling the bloodied Lucille in front of your face like it was a hypnosis clock. He swung the bat back and flicked it in your direction, splattering the blood of Abraham and his second victim across your face and shirt. “That’s what you get for not paying attention to the show.”

You let out a wail, tugging at the roots of your hair as your torso fell onto your knees in front of you. Your tears surpassed your breaths, therefore catching in the back of your throat. 

“Get her up. I want her in a cell at the Sanctuary.”

“You don’t scare me,” you whispered, scowling at him. 

“Holy shit!” Negan exclaimed. “She speaks! It’s a god damn miracle.” He sauntered slowly in circles around you, and continued. “I like you. Know why?”

You remained silent, refusing to break the silence his voice’s absence had created. The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls, and a slim shadow walked past the opening of the door. The man, who resembled your captor, slowed his pace, peeking into your cell. You caught yourself staring at him, using his presence as an excuse to avoid eye contact with Negan. 

“I like you because you’re scared as shit--it’s obvious--but you’re acting like a real badass. I saw you when I scrambled the Asian’s brains. You were a fucking wreck! But now, I wouldn’t mess with you,” he rambled, leaning down and bringing his hand to your face, “especially with all that blood on ya’.” Negan’s fingertips trailed from your forehead to your cheek. His hand then drew away, showing you the smeared blood of your friends. 

Asian brains. Glenn. Negan had killed Glenn. Or was he just trying to screw with you? You couldn’t imagine your life without Glenn, and you sure as hell couldn’t imagine Maggies--or their child’s. 

“Hey, Dad?” the man asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry for interrupting... this,” he paused, quirking his eyebrows questioningly, “but Dwight wants to ask you something.” 

“Sure, kid,” Negan said calmly, a new persona taking over him. In the presence of his son, he became a completely different person. “Take over for me. Yeah? This one’s feisty. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Negan left you with his son in your small cell, and a wave of terror rolled over you. Sure, Negan was scary, but you knew what he was capable of. The unknown was really what you feared more than anything. 

“Hey, I’m Gerald,” he said, walking behind you. He crouched behind you and began loosening the ropes binding your wrists together. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you bluntly asked. He could have been trying to test you; seeing if you would escape if given the chance. 

“I’m gonna let you out...” he replied, as if it was obvious. “Don’t worry. I’ve done this a few times. If he really thought you were a threat, he wouldn’t have left you with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed curiously as you debated if you were going to trust him or not. Your wrists fell sloppily to the ground, and you decided that you would take the chance. It’s not like it could really get any worse. You were already in the hands of Negan, after all, and death wasn’t something you feared. You used your newly free hands to push your hair out of your face and rolled your ankles. 

“Thanks,” you muttered, uncomfortably adjusting your clothes. You felt the need to wait for him, and he smirked at you. 

“You wanna stay?” Gerald asked jokingly with a chuckle. “Be my guest. I’d suggest you hit the road, though...” He looked at you, nonverbally asking for your name.

“(Y/N),” you replied. “Where do I go?”

He led you through the halls, every so often passing some people who would nod and smile at him. He seemed to be pretty well liked around the place. You were able to sneak out a door fairly easily, and Gerald helped you get around the Saviors standing guard in your vicinity. It was still light out 

“Get in,” he said, nodding to the passenger’s seat. You almost protested, but thought of the possible outcomes. He could easily take you back to Negan, and the likeliness of him letting you drive yourself was very small. You got in carefully, scoping out the car for any warning signs. You knew if you didn’t make it back to Alexandria, your chances of getting Daryl out were slim. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he was alive, but you didn’t have time to think like that. 

“You gotta tell me where to go,” Gerald said, starting the car and taking off. 

“Just go down that road and I’ll tell you when to take a right,” you muttered, peeling at the dead skin on your calloused hands, a habit you had been told to break, but could never get over it. 

He took off in the direction you told him to go in, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the road ahead of him. “So, (Y/N), what did you do to end up with Negan?”

You sighed, shaking your head. He must have known what his father was capable of. How could he not? You were shocked, more than anything, that he would oh-so-casually ask something like that. He just happened to interrupt his father at the right time. Who knows where you would have been if he hadn’t? 

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me,” he replied quietly, turning his eyes back towards the road. The car remained silent for a few moments, but Gerald was already looking back at you. “You hungry?”

You shrugged and looked back up at him. “I don’t know... A little.” That was a lie. You were starving. Before making it to Alexandria, you had no problem if you didn’t eat for a few days. You were used to it. But once your stomach started getting used to eating full meals every day, you could barely last a day without eating something. 

“Bullshit,” he mumbled, stopping the car and getting out, walking around to the back. You watched him in the rear view mirror as he opened the trunk and pulled out a bag. Your eyes widened, and you quickly fidgeted with the door. You got out and began to run, not entirely believing that all he had in the trunk was food. 

“(Y/N)! What’s got you all freaked out?” he yelled, slowly following you. The bag was still in his hand, and once you had gotten a fair amount of distance between you and him, you turned around. 

“Put the bag on the ground and back up,” you demanded, glaring at him so he knew you weren’t joking. He smirked, shaking his head at the ground. 

“You still don’t trust me?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. Your facial expression remained constant as he backed away from the bag. “I didn’t have to get you out of there! I could have thrown you under the bus countless times, but where the hell am I? I’m in the middle of nowhere, trying to get you home.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, getting back in the car and sitting silently, waiting for you. 

You picked up the bag, unzipping it while keeping your eyes on the car. The bag  contained a gun, a few knives, some bottles of water, a few boxes of ammo, and lots of food. You checked to see if the gun was loaded, which it was, and emptied out the bullets into the bag, just to assure you were safe. There was really no way to make sure he wasn’t armed, but he was right. He could have gotten you taken right back to Negan, but he didn’t. You took the bag with you and got into the car. Without speaking to you, Gerald started the car and took off towards Alexandria. 

“Why are you so pissed off about me not trusting you?” you asked, and his face grew red. “I thought you’d be used to it by now, and that you’d understand.” You had grown used to being threatened whenever you met someone do. Rick had grown accustomed to putting the safety of your group above everything else, meaning he often ‘welcomed’ newcomers with a gun to the head. 

“Whatever,” he sighed, and you continued on your ride home. You took an apple out of the bag, then offered him one. 

He sighed with a smile and shook his head. “You’re cute.”

You weren’t sure why, but you blushed for what seemed to be the first time in years. You tried your hardest to play it off, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he saw right through you. 

“We’re here,” you said, clearing your throat. You were a few blocks away from the gate of Alexandria, but you didn’t want to raise any suspicion by showing up with Negan’s son. That wouldn’t do anyone any good. You were hesitant to get out of the car, for you felt a strange connection to the man who saved you from his father. 

“Thanks for the ride and the food,” you said, swinging your legs over the leather car seat. 

“I’ll visit you,” he said. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but you couldn’t help hoping he was serious. For some reason, you didn’t see yourself forgetting him any time soon.