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hii I just discovered your work and I absolutely love it <3
i was wondering if you could do creeps with a s/o that likes picking at their skin as a nervous/bad habit
Ty <3 I also struggle with dermatillomania and I found this very comforting to write
Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Creeps with an s/o who picks their hands...
Jeff the Killer
Yeah, so does he
It's mostly around his face, on his gums and at his scabs
The boy has such horrible teeth because of this </3
When he sees you do it though, he'll cringe and gently take away your hands from your skin
"Ewwww that's so nasty I don't want your skin flakes on my bed bro"
He means it lovingly I swear
Whenever he catches you picking at it, he tries to stop you
It's a bad habit of his he wished he never picked up so he's gonna do everything in his power to make sure you also don't fall too deep down the rabbit hole
Sometimes he'll let you though
Like the little pieces of dry skin you get around your fingers that stick up slightly
You just have to get those, it's basically law!
Other than that, expect him to slap your hand away from wherever you're picking at
Sometimes he'll wrap your hands up in bandages while you're sleeping
Or duct tape mittens onto your hands
Hard to pick when you don't got fingers
And quite frankly, it just makes his skin crawl knowing that all that skin you pick off has to go somewhere
And he doesn't want it to be anywhere near him
If he can't get you to stop by hitting your hand away, he'll try other means of distracting you
Kissing up your neck and eventually finding your lips, hoping to make you focus on him instead
He might take your hand and put it on his head as well
It's a win-win, really he gets his head rubbed and you aren't picking!
Ticci Toby
Despite having worn gloves for most of his time as a worker of Slenderman's, picking at his hands are still a bad habit of his
And so he's almost always got something around his hands so he won't be tempted
Once he notices you also have that bad habit, he tries to help in ways that helped him
He'll give you a pair of gloves to wear, He'll try making noises to try and get you to stop (kind of like shushing a dog)
And sometimes he'll tell you some silly stories from his past
Like how his mom used to dip his hands in vinegar to stop him from chewing on them
Or paint the tips of his fingers in black nail polish
She even got him special gloves that only covered the tips of his fingers to try and get him to stop
Needless to say, these methods didn't really work
But he has fun looking back on the memories
And in turn, you tell him any stories you may have
Sometimes he'll kiss your scars or wounds you have from picking your skin
He loves you and he wants you to know that
You even got one of those little white boards for each other
"Days gone without picking" it says
You've promised each other that when you reach a certain number of days you'll buy each other gifts or snacks
You've made a competition out of it at this point
☹️rm!!🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
cant help falling in love with you
contents include; angst +no comfort, habit/Evan headspace, death, graphic depictions of blood, death, and murder, this is fictional, if you or anyone you know is having any violent urges please seek out professional help. Anything you read below the cut i purely of your own volition.
everything stopped. He could feel time itself crumble like a brittle leaf in his hands. This wasn’t supposed to be how this ended, how you ended. You of all people didn’t deserve to end like this.
You were supposed to be kept safe at all costs, and they both failed that. They broke the one fucking promise he made you. The only thing he’d ever promise to you and he broke it.
The man fronting was broken. Tears and snot running down his face as he ran to your side. Evan’s hands shook as he grasped onto anything he could; your hands, your clothes, anything. He tried to rationalize the situation, tried to make it make sense. Thoughts raced through his mind, their mind, quicker than he could speak.
Evan wasn’t a begger, he didn’t plead with others for what he wanted, ironic. Here they were, begging, pleading for anything to save you, just give him a few more minutes at least with you.
But those prayers weren’t answered. You still lay limp in his arms and he was still bawling his eyes out. Your blood coated his hands and face, the liquid leaving a crust as he rocked back and forth, Evan didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. Habit was silent for once, though Evan could feel him seething. You were gone, snuffed out far too soon.
Evan, (or was it Habit?) brought your hand to his mouth, mumbling apologies and planting kisses to your palm. They wanted to believe you could hear them, that you were there. Evan wanted to pretend he could feel you, but even he knew he couldn’t do that forever.
What lay before him was the truth; and the truth was you were dead. Practically gutted like a fish and bruise, your face battered and swollen. Evan didn’t want to see you like this, he didn’t want the image of their failure to linger in his head on loop like a broken record. They both wanted to go home and pretend this was a dream, the they’d wake up with you beside them, a worried expression plastered on your face as Evan simply kissed you back to sleep, holding you tighter in his arms.
But that wouldn’t be the case.
There’d be a funeral, only close friends, immediate relatives, maybe a few old teachers you were closest to. Everyone would give a small speech about how you were a cherished part of their life, a light that brought them joy. It would be a celebration of life, your life; like how’d you’d want it. Your parents (or guardians) would pat Evan on the shoulder and give him soft gazes of sympathy, offering to let him take whatever he wanted of your’s after they’d picked out the core things. He’d agree. Evan would hoard anything that had your scent, your clothes, perfume. He’d loose hours of his days just sitting on the floor in your jackets or cradling an old band tee shirt you’d stolen months ago.
Habit, on the other hand, was ruthless. He allowed Evan to mourn, he’ll he’d mourn for a while, then he’d begin his work once again. He’d find the thing that killed you, took you from him, and god himself wouldn’t be able to save the poor creature responsible. Habit would be nothing but teeth and claws once he finds that thing. Habit won’t give them the luxury of a knife or gun.
But it wouldn’t make either of them feel any better, forced to live with the fact there’d be no more cooking dates, no more videos of your laughter. Nothing. And they’d had to move on, live with this new way of life. Survive.
They’d have to move on eventually right?
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Writers!! Describe your current WIP(s) in the most boring way possible. I want to see this skdjfkdfhk
Toby's reaction/response to being told that he is a major comfort and that his tics dont make him any less lovable by a reader that isn't his s/o quite yet?
{Ty in advance, Toby is a huge comfort}
-Toasty anon 🌸
Ah, a nice budding romance with some sweet fluff. Love this stuff
Toby is a big bundle of insecurities about himself. Toby wants to be a kind, caring, loving presence for those around him amidst all of his struggles, and he especially wants to be that for you, the person starting to worm their way deeper into his heart, deeper than anyone else has been in a big, long while, and it's intimidating for him.
Toby often gets nervous that he comes on too strong with you, that he annoys you too much, and that you don't find him as welcoming as he wants to come across as. It starts to become obvious, his nervousness, and that's what prompts you to end up stepping in and telling him those sweet comments of yours. It happens when the two of you are laying side by side one day in his bed, just chilling on a cold fall day, and the words just come tumbling out of you. That you feel so comfortable around him, that he's such a warm, comforting, wholesome presence to you, that all of his tics, all those little things about himself that he hates, they never bothered you in the slightest bit, that you love being around him and spending time with him.
Toby takes a while to process your words, to let them truly sink in, and then before he realizes it he's shaking, tears falling down his face, his face all scrunched up from it, and you're pulling him into your chest, wrapping him up in a big hug. He loves you, he's IN love with you, even if he doesn't realize it yet, but he will, and he will soon. That's why it means so much to him to hear you say that, to reassure his insecurities without him even having to mention them, and it just feels so good to be held like this by you, to be comforted by you amidst all of his emotions. You're everything he's needed and wanted, even if he isn't fully cognizant of that fact yet, but with your presence by his side, he'll realize it soon, and so will you. It'll be a wonderful, emotionally romantic day when that time comes, but for now, you're content to stay wrapped up in each other's presence like this.
Yandere Proxies Headcanons (Poly cause these three working together with a darling is something I find funny-) SFW and NSFW if possible please?
Yandere Poly Proxies Headcanons
contents: general SFW and NSFW headcanons for yandere!poly!proxies (gn!darling)
more Proxies content here!!!!
WARNINGS: YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, READER INSERT.
SFW
They all clash so bad you wonder how they haven't killed each other by now. Hoodie is very quiet, and also the most explosive. Once he stands up and cocks his rifle both Masky and Toby stop in their tracks. Masky is the moody one, he always has a complain for something and will make sure everybody knows it. And Toby is the childish one, makes sense since he's the youngest of them all, just being barely and adult by now. He's playful and laughs a lot, still, he can get unstable from to time to time.
Despite that, when they have to work as a team they suddenly become the best trio that has ever existed.
It's rather funny that the one brain cell they seem to share all that thinks about is you. The cabin they took you to is dirty, rustic and very very hidden away. You serve as a housewife, not by choice but because you have nothing else to do and refuse to live in a place so ugly. Also, they all suck at cooking. They have one individual dish they can make that they nail but aside that they can't cook for shit.
Hoodie acts uninterested, Masky is overbearing and Toby is jealous. But in the end they're all equally obsessed with you.
You sleep in between all of them. Toby hugs you and rests his head on your chest, his tics tend to wake you up but he doesn't really seem to mind. Brian is on your back and somehow is able to wrap his arms around you all, and Masky is on the front, spooning Toby and almost reaching Hoodie.
Its a comfortable life alas. You figure they don't abuse you because the other would go feral when it started. Specially Toby, who seems to be specially triggered by physical abuse, the one time Masky raised his voice at you he immediately jumped in front of him and pushed him, yelling at him to go away.
Toby is your protector, he's the one you go to whenever you feel unstable or scared. He is good at listening and always has a warm look in his eyes. Still, he wants to be protected to and you must reciprocate him if you don't want him to feel utilized by you. He loves to be pampered and spoken softly to.
Hoodie is the one you go to when you have a problem around the house. He's very skilled with his hands and almost always goes and solves it. Expects either a kiss or sex after. He isn't that bad, but he gets impatient and tends to explode when he's frustrated. You develop a sixth sense to know when to avoid him. Still, he's nice. His stories make you laugh, he's good at comforting you when you have panic attacks and he's warm all the time.
And Masky is Masky. You don't hate him, you just get nervous around him since he's a little unpredictable and manipulative. But his company is bearable, specially when it comes to food related activities. He loves to eat your food and will become sweeter and better with you after a good meal. He also likes to brings you flowers.
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Their personalities all become so similar when it comes to bed. They have their slight differences, but they are truly similar in their desires and needs.
Masky is the most experienced, even if he won't admit it he has a tendency to rape his victims whenever he finds himself desperate enough. Hoodie is the next most experienced and Toby is the least experienced since he's a virgin.
Masky is incredibly sadistic, he likes bruises and marks but he doesn't like blood. Your tears get him going most of the time. His body is on the chubbier side, he has a tummy and stretch marks on his back, arms and legs. He has a bush, a wild one that he trims every three or four months. He has a lot of body hair as well. His cock is average, sitting nicely at 16cm, still, he's girthy and his cock is FAT. It curves to the left, the tip is a cute pink and its uncut. His balls are saggy and hairy, also very heavy, you can feel them smack against the curve of your ass every time you fuck. His favorite positions are the one's where he's on top. Enjoys plowing into you while you're on all fours. Ass up, him pushing your head down with either his hand or his feet and smacking your cheeks with force. His cum tastes bitter since he smokes a lot and the smell is a little strong, but it's thick and gooey. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, tying you up, impact play, spit, face fucking and marking.
Hoodie also leans a lot to sadism. His smile is able to freeze you in place. Likes to be a gentle dom at first. He likes to build up the tension before attacking with force. His body is muscular, his abdomen is slightly defined and his arms and legs are very strong. He has a bush that he keeps trimmed, mostly because it tends to itch him when it gets too messy. His cock is average in girth but its lengthy, he has 18 proud cm that he knows how to use. His balls are heavy but not as saggy and aren't as hairy as Masky's. It curves upwards and the tip is a light brown that gets redder from time to time. Also he has a very firm ass. Both Masky and Toby like to smack it since he gets angry at it. His favorite positions are the ones in which his chest is against your back, likes the closeness. He's very likely to press one of his guns to your head while he fucks you, or to choke you. Likes how you tighten up in fear. Even if he has sadistic tendencies he's very into overstimulation and likes to leave you trembling. His cum also isn't the tastiest since he smokes and drinks, its very slimy and sticky, cums a normal amount and the smell isn't the most penetrating. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, gun play, impact play, predator-prey dynamics, overstimulation, dacryphilia and wound fucking.
Toby is a little bit more neutral, but what he has learned from both Hoodie and Masky has made him more sadistic, also porn hasn't been a good influence on him. He's a virgin and you can tell, but he's the most romantic of the bunch. His sadism is more on the psychological side since hurting you scares him, still, he likes to bite and leave hickeys. His body is lean, but his arms and legs are strong. Doesn't have a lot of body hair, and likes to keep his hair down there short since he finds it dirty? Like I said porn messes with his mind. His cock is average, 15-16 cm and its an average girth as well. His balls are cute tho, they are average sized and firm, very fat and heavy and whenever he lets his hair grow they get a little puffy look which amuses you. His cock is a cute cock, has a little vein that runs around all of it and the tip is a pinkish brown, it curves upwards as well. His favorite positions are the ones in which he can see your face and be close to you. He's very passionate and romantic, likes it nice and slow but sometimes he looses control and ends up being faster and rougher, leaving bruise marks on your hips. He's an eager learner and if you teach him how to please you he will make you cum a lot. His cum is tasty since he doesn't smoke or drink, his diet is healthy and makes it taste a little like butter. The smell is barely noticeable and he cums GALLONS, very gooey. His kinks incluide: just a little sado-masochism, marking, biting, passionate and romantic, overstimulation and a loooot of kissing and making out.
hope you enjoyed this!!!
have a great day/night.
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🏜Ticci Toby🏜 || Roundtale rival
NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- Wild West Toby, mentions of violence, use of a gun, minors—dni (3.5)
Inspired by: Lindsey Stirling
It was a pretty slow day at the saloon, you rested your head on your palm, watching the batwing doors swing open and close like a pendulum. It was just the regulars at this hour, taking lethargic swings of their whiskeys and eyeing your corset-like work attire; which is why your attention drew to the cautious creak of the door, and the tall dark and handsome man you wanted to take a drink out of.
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Toby’s eyes blink open slowly as his head rolls against your leg. It was BEN’s laughter that had woken him up, and as he blinks a few more times he remembers where he is.
It was after dinner, and the three of you were perched in the living room. He had been leaning back against the table while BEN watched you play Animal Crossing on the big screen. You were covered up, feet resting on the table, which was how he assumed his head had come to rest against you. You haven’t noticed him looking at you, your eyes trained onto the TV. He hears you cast your fishing line into the water, and he hears BEN’s laughter again as a sour look crosses your face.
“Awwwww, another sea bass, huh? Maybe you’ll get an oarfish next time!” He laughs again and you simply narrow your eyes at the screen as Toby can hear your character running down the beach line.
He can hear the others, bickering in the dining room he thinks. Jeff and Tim are the loudest, having a debate about something, but the room is filled with bubbling laughter. The sun is streaming in through one of the windows, casting sun upon Toby’s face. Domestic bliss. That’s how he feels right now, as he nuzzles gently into your leg, and yet, your eyes don’t sway to him. It’s not often there are days this peaceful in the mansion, and it brings a deep sense of calm into him.
He closes his eyes again, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as he possibly can. He always feels the most at peace when he’s resting beside you like this, and as he listens to the others bicker in the other room, and you and BEN carrying about some small talk as you play, he feels extremely at peace. His eyes peek open again, and you have a much more relaxed look on your face, a gentle smile blooming across your lips. It makes him want to kiss you, but he makes no effort to move. He just continues resting, laying there, his eyes blissfully trained on your face.
You go to cast your line again, and you focus intently on the screen as BEN cheers out ‘sea bass, sea bass’ over and over again. The gasp leaving BEN and the extremely delighted smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know before you’re bragging to BEN about how you knew you could do it. You’ve finally caught your oarfish. You’re laughing, smiling, taunting BEN right back, and again, the overwhelming feeling to kiss you comes over Toby, but his body makes no move to do so yet again. Not yet. Not right now. Not while he wants to live in this moment.
Admiring you is one of his favorite hobbies these days, watching as you exist naturally, as you interact with those around you. It puts him into a sense of serenity he never thought he could feel, and he just wants to rest, just a few more moments. A part of him fears that if he moves, breaks the moment and alerts you that he’s awake, that the domestic bliss he’s found himself in will go away, even if he knows that’s not the case. So, just to spoil himself, he rests. He closes his eyes as he listens to you speak, a delighted, content smile crossing his own lips as he rests. He’s finally at peace, finally happy. He’ll get a kiss from you in just a few minutes he promises himself, but for now, for now he just wants to bask in your presence, and in this moment of perfection.
“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”
From Where the Land Meets the Sea - Prologue
[GN!Reader]
[Warnings: There's some body horror in here.]
[AN: Here's the prologue to the book version of my silly quiz series I made on quotev. Check that out if you want. I've always wanted to make a full book version, and I hope to do that,,, well, now. So, here you go. 1523 words <;3 ]
Full Index
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Reblogs are appreciated!
Your mouth felt as if cotton had made its home inside it as you opened your eyes to the ceiling. They feel dry, much too dry. Pretty little colors danced behind your eyelids as you swiped the back of your hand across them to dust the sleep away. Red, purples, greens, yellows and even tinges of blues filled your vision for but a fraction of a moment before you opened your eyes once more to the world around you. As you smacked your lips, your hand reached around haphazardly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand. Under your palm as you gripped the plastic bottle, the water felt too warm, much like the temperature of your room.
You unscrewed the top and slowly sat up to really get a look at your bedroom. You knew that you wouldn’t be away forever, but you’d never really spend that much time away from home before. You took a quick sip, pleased at how the liquid cooled your tongue and wet your mouth full of cotton, then placed it back down on the nightstand. Moonlight danced through the open window of your bedroom. It was bright with the slightest hue of blue and illuminated everything that you needed to see. Your room had grown up alongside you, interests shifting from one thing to another with ghosts of the things you loved lining the shelves - some tucked away in the closet, under the bed and in the backs of drawers you had no intent of exploring or letting see the light of day.
Your body felt as if it was covered in sweat, a blanket in itself. With a small scowl, you threw the blankets off your lower half and sprawled out much like a starfish. You gazed upwards and began to count the small plastic stars that lined your ceiling. They used to be much greener. Now, they held slight marbling from sun bleaching like polished jade, pale, ethereal. Some had fallen down throughout the years. You can tell by the spots they’d left, and how you filled them with planets instead. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto too, even if Pluto wasn’t considered a planet anymore. You could recall putting these up with your family.
‘It’s only midnight?’ You mentally whispered to yourself as you moved your eyes sluggishly from the plastic stars to the glowing green numbers of your clock. It certainly didn’t feel like it. The night seemed to wane almost as if it was timeless. Would the morning sun ever meet your gaze? You closed your eyes softly and took in a slow, deep breath. Your thoughts unfurled from the corners of your mind and ran wild in your head. Spatially, you were aware of the way your room had been packed up semi-neatly into brown boxes varying in size, many of them plastered with your last name. You sighed. What an odd world you’d be thrusted into in less than 24 hours.
Letting your mind wander, you thought about the things that university would bring to you that you could not get when staying at home. There were many things to be excited about! Your major, for one. Clubs, meeting new people, a certain amount of freedom and getting a brief taste of adulthood while still being ultimately comfortable. You hadn’t been able to speak to your roommate yet. Deep down inside, you knew that they would be lovely. Your intuition seldom ever lied. As you pondered what the oncoming days would entail, you let a small bout of anxiety gnaw away at your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome resident since you began applying for universities. Would you be up to the task that was growing up?
You threw your forearm over your tired eyes and softly groaned. Gods, you didn’t want to think about that now. You’ve wanted to go to university since you first stepped into high school, but now that you lay on the eve of leaving and spreading your wings, you found yourself stuttering in thought once more. It was more than daunting to leave the comfort of a home you’ve always known.
You exhaled deeply and let your eyes gaze longingly around your room once more. You can smell the rolls of tape. The cardboard boxes. This isn’t the last night you’ll ever have in this house, but it will be the last before a long interlude. Through your doubts and restlessness, your body willed itself back to a dazed state and allowed sleep to blanket your tired form. ‘So much for staying up,’ mumbled your inner voice before succumbing. Your breath was slow and peaceful. Crickets on the brink of autumn played gracefully accompanied by the gentle breeze through the trees.
Your dreams have always been interesting for as long as you began writing little notes about them as a child. This one? The dream your head had conjured up was something warm and familiar. You could see your house like a watercolor painting, gentle and soft. It sung of your presence. Your mother’s voice rang through the halls, sugary sweet and soft like honey as she chided your father for one thing or another. You could feel your body move forward before you rested upon your couch. Next to you was the man your mother had been poking fun at. A jovial grin was on his lips as his mouth moved to shoot back teases his wife’s way, though the words did not match with the movements of his lips.
Their voices were some of your most treasured sounds in the world. Their laughter and the love they showered you in was all you needed to feel to know you were home.
The dream would have remained peaceful if the visages of your loved ones had stayed theirs. Your mother had rounded the corner about to take her seat next to you when you felt your father’s hand on your shoulder. His eyes had glazed over paired with something of a blank expression, a soft smile that felt more than menacing as he stared straight through you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he continued staring, his closed lipped smile growing bigger without showing teeth. You felt your mother’s hand on your other shoulder and whipped your head around to see the same expression on her face. Her eyes were wide, much too wide.
Rendered frozen, as one often is in dreams quickly turned nightmares, you felt your heart seize. Your mother’s mouth had begun to open; her jaw was wide, large like a snake’s. Your breathing quickened. Her mouth grew wider, lips curled into a painful smile as tears welled in her eyes and streaked in fat drops that rolled down her stretched cheeks. You watched in horror as your sleeping body began to jolt, begging for respite from the unnerving scene. You tried in vain to turn your eyes away, but were forced to watch as a mass of curling, inky black tendrils slithered forth from her throat, the sound of flesh ripping up from her esophagus making your stomach churn.
The sound of static filled your ears as you finally were granted permission to look away, only to be met with your father’s still smiling face. His eyes were wide as well, but only the sclera were visible. He’d rolled his eyes upwards, so far upwards that if he moved them back any further he could risk snapping his optic nerve. The thought of his optic nerves wound up around his eyeballs like a hair stuck to a sticky lollipop that’d fallen on the floor caused your sleeping body to lurch, spine bending unnaturally off of the bed.
You felt those inky black tendrils fall along your body, wriggling along you as if they were trying to pull you towards your mother’s gaping maw. You could hear her crying as they pulled against you. Your father’s hands shot out and grabbed at your forearms, pulling hard against you as if he was fighting with your mother against the tendrils that seared into your skin. His lips parted. The static grew louder. Through the fuzzy noise that caused pins in your brain, you could make out the words he desperately attempted to meet your ears.
“Wake up,” he repeated. “Run,” he begged. “It’s not safe here.” His smile broke as he lunged forwards. Face pressed flush against yours, the inky black tendrils spilled from behind his eyelids. “He finally found you.”
CRASH
Heart pulled straight from your chest, you woke. Confused, you grabbed at your chest and quickly surveyed the room. Your adrenaline was pumping wildly through your veins as you scrambled and pulled your knees tightly to your chest in a small attempt to self regulate from the horrible nightmare you had. The ringing in your ears was so loud, you could hardly recognize the sounds of a scuffle downstairs, nor did you recognize the tall, pale figure watching you from the tree line with his inky tendrils drawn into the earth like tangled roots ready to swallow you whole.
I HATE THE TWINKIFICATION OF MASKY AND HOODY I HATE IT I HATE IT
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I don’t normally ask for a lot but please help my friend find her sister, the last time she was seen was august 4th 2022 around 6 am. She was wearing black and red plaid pajama pants and a black hoodie. Last places she was seen was 3110 Norway pl norfolk virginia. She’s a black girl around 5’5 with brown hair and blonde dyed tips and faded red streaks in her hair.
@seraphsanzu @strawberriebunn @kyovtani (sorry for tagging y’all i just need to get a boost 😞)
do you ever get attached to like one line or phrase from a song and it holds so much meaning to you but no one else understands how powerful those few words are to you
🫣🫣🫣🤭💖💖💖❤️🔥Hello, tell me, am i gay? 💖🦶🦶🦵🦵🇦🇶🇧🇱🇧🇸🇧🇷
quite
opinion on women? Asking for someone
dont know what that is sorry
THAC at Conneticon 2014
troywagner timsutton and josephdelage make the best faces
YOO THIS IS SO GOOD
Killer Brothers
Here my favorite duo!
I will only say that I love to make this drawing, although later I did not know how to paint it xd
Au info: In my AU they don’t get along very well, despite being brothers. Since they always fight over stupid things or who is the best proxy.
Edit: OMG thanks so much for all the love in this draw!!! :,,D LOS AMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
living for this rn
Posted it on my patreon first! I’m becoming a fan of human Peter. I kinda wanna draw more of him, but we’ll see.
My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/HunnySenpaiiArt
"But the creator doesn't want us to use Toby!!!" Bold of you to assume I have any respect for k*stoway at all
I will never recover how @blackberry-jam made me realize Jay dies in Tim's jacket
I can’t remember if I’d seen someone do this before, but oh well (original post is from kulluto)
— reblogging this with the ID because it’s being weird (at least for me) —
THIS MAN OVER HERE
MY BOY!!!!!
can you simp for and kin someone at the same time? i say you can.
funny thing is i LOVED him back in middle school, now guess who has a tic disorder haha 🥲 fml
(also the @ is my Instagram bc it's supposed to be my art account)
Some Toby doodles for the soul
