Ticci Toby - Blog Posts
are tim and toby ever nice to each other :(
This made me realize I’m really lacking on proxy bonding (besides Kate and Toby) cuz I don’t want people to think they’re ALL just misery and fighting. They just show affection in more subtle ways. SO I WILL BE UPPING MY TIM/TOBY/BRIAN/KATE JOYFUL ANTICS SOON. In the meantime . I have a few old drawings of them being happy and messing around .
said it in a few text posts BUT tim taught Toby to drive and taught Toby a lot of car stuff, which is Very important cuz toby ends up becoming a mechanic in my AU . I think they do a lot of stuff like that together - tim and Brian teaching Toby a lot of stuff his dad failed to teach him, and I think they also have a better grasp on like… gender? Like Toby’s dad was really cruel to his family about gender roles, especially toby “being a pussy” and “needing to man up” and getting pissed if he caught Toby doing any “female chores” for his sister/mom . But then Tim and Brian are teaching him how to garden in the back yard and they’ll buy a box of shitty cheap cookie mix and ask toby to make it cuz they’re tired and half the time when Toby says something sexist (more so smth engrained in him like “I’m not a fucking chick don’t tell me what to do”, not smth out of hatred for women. JUST TO CLARIFY.) they’re like “toby what are you talking about” . So having like actually masculine role models who, ILL ADMIT IT HERE THEY ARENT GREAT THEYVE KICKED TOBYS ASS (and vice versa, the violence goes both ways), are typically more understanding of his situation, who don’t mock or kick him when he’s down, trust that he’s actually strong enough to handle himself, teach him important life skills, pat his back when he needs it, tell him they’re proud of him . etc etc. I think it means a lot to Toby. I like to think he finds himself modeling himself after them, even though he(and everyone else) insists they’re also assholes who think they’re better than the rest . N he really misses them when they ditch Alabama
This was a rlly quick ramble it’s 8am I need to go do my makeup so I’ll hopefully touch on this later cuz I wanna make more happy art with the proxies
This is so real tho
Ticci Toby Want to become smart..
LOL
I went to gay loser town and they said they worship you like a god
AH I MISS THIS BOY! I have been getting back into CreepyPasta and I am sad he is no longer apart of it. Toby is and always will be one of my favorite pastas. I don't know what the conditions are for using him but I have loved this character for many years. I did have a falling out with CreepyPasta, but I am back now even if it is just for this drawing. If this does do well then I would be happy to redesign some of the Pastas and make them actually creepy again. I just have a serious desire to put the creepy back into CreepyPasta. I am still doing mostly Dead by Daylight though because I have a story I am working on. I can't build a community on YouTube but I can build one anywhere else.
𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑦 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠
A/N: Small little blurb I decided to write in the meantime of writing others Christmas themed stories. Best of all, it’s with one of my favorite creeps, Toby! Remember to stay hydrated and happy holidays! :)
TW: None, just pure holiday fluff!
The snow fell softly outside your cabin window, a pristine white blanket covering the forest floor. The gentle crackle of the fireplace was the only sound as you curled up in your favorite chair, a mug of hot cocoa warming your hands. You had always loved the quiet serenity of the woods, especially during the holiday season. This year, however, felt different—an unsettling weight lingered in the air, like a shadow just out of sight.
You glanced toward the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and you had no intentions of staying up much later. The holidays were always a bit lonely for you, being so far removed from town. But this year, you weren’t truly alone.
The sound of the door creaking open made you smile. "Toby? That you?" you called, setting your mug down.
"Who else would it be?" came the familiar, raspy voice of your boyfriend. Toby stepped into the cabin, stomping snow off his boots and pulling down the scarf covering his face. His goggles reflected the warm glow of the fire as he walked over to you, his jittery movements as familiar to you as the sound of the wind outside.
"You’re late," you teased, standing to greet him. "I was starting to think you got lost."
Toby chuckled, a sharp, uneven sound that still managed to warm your heart. "Wouldn’t be the first time," he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "Had to make sure no one was following me, you know."
You frowned, worry flickering in your chest. "You think someone’s out there?"
He shrugged, pulling off his gloves and tossing them onto the table. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I’m here now, so no need to worry."
Easier said than done, you thought, but you nodded anyway. "Alright. You hungry? I made some soup."
Toby’s eyes lit up behind his goggles. "Hell yeah. You’re the best, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Moments like this—the rare, quiet times when Toby let his guard down—made all the chaos of your relationship worth it.
As you ladled soup into bowls, Toby settled himself on the rug in front of the fire, his jittery movements gradually calming in the warmth of the room. You joined him, handing him a bowl and sitting cross-legged beside him.
"So," you said, watching him take a bite, "any plans for tomorrow?"
He glanced at you, his expression unreadable behind the goggles. "You mean Christmas?"
You nodded. "Yeah. Thought we could maybe do something. Just the two of us."
Toby was silent for a moment, staring into the fire. Then he set his bowl down and leaned back on his hands. "You really like all this holiday stuff, huh?"
"I guess," you said, shrugging. "It’s nice to have a reason to celebrate. And it’s our first Christmas together, so I thought… I don’t know."
He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?"
You flushed, nudging him with your elbow. "Shut up. I’m serious."
"I know," he said, his voice softening. "And yeah. We can do something. Whatever you want."
Your heart swelled at his words. Toby wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but moments like this reminded you just how much he cared in his own, unique way.
As the night deepened, the two of you shared quiet stories and memories by the fire. The soft light cast flickering shadows across Toby’s face, and you found yourself studying him—the way his hair fell messily over his goggles, the way his lips curved into a faint smile when he was truly at ease. He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Nothing," you said quickly, though your cheeks burned. "Just… you look happy."
His smirk softened into something more genuine. "That’s ‘cause I am. Being here with you… it’s nice."
You reached out, hesitating for only a moment before brushing your fingers against his cheek. He stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. "You deserve to be happy, Toby," you said softly.
For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was hesitant at first, almost unsure, but when you responded, threading your fingers through his hair, he deepened it. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
The kiss left you both breathless, and when he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, though whether from the fire or the kiss, you couldn’t tell. "I… I’m not great at this stuff," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I’m trying. For you.”
Your heart ached at his vulnerability. "You’re doing perfect," you said, cupping his face and pressing another kiss to his lips. "You’re perfect."
The rest of the night passed in a blur of warmth and stolen kisses. By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the trees, you were curled up together on the rug, a blanket draped over you both. Toby’s arm was slung protectively around you, his breaths slow and even as he slept.
As you watched the snow continue to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Life with Toby was far from normal, but it was yours. And for now, that was enough.
𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠! ❤️
i love the fact that toby canonically has bipolar disorder and schizophrenia (schizoaffective disorder)
i finally have a character to project my mental illness onto
ticci toby dress up game main menu wip i did last week while i work on comms
a friend is now working w me painting the interior backgrounds bc i do the lineart, and they look so cool heh i think i'll finally be releasing the beta of this dating simulator in a month or sum,, i'm thinking about making a trailer but i suck ass at making reels or videos
also check dat lovemeter bar heh, totally not inspired in the best otome ever my candy love lolololol. idk if i should add a textbox frame for the customizable MC, i think looks okay that way bc i don't want to keep stressing w gui design, i'm not a graphic designer 🤬☝️
ticci toby dress up game wip
wips wips and moar wips, background is toby's room for my dating sim
dw he will be fine, but i can't say the same for mr rogers shshdhdhdhd
i love drawing in magma w my friens
taking sum time making another dress up game but for ticci toby my beloved
i'm on summer vacations rn and i can't draw, but i have been drawing some requests from my strawpage days before
sorry i forgor i have a tumblr, but i think i'm posting the beta of this game soon, i just need to finish sum backgrounds (i hate bg, but i don't want to put stock images instead) also obviously code sum things, that's easy ig just very annoying
also remember the jeff tk dress up, well, i'm sketching a ticci toby dress up for later
working on backgrounds for the dating sim (btw sorry if i'm not posting too much updates about it, unfortunately i have a college life and a lot of commissions 😭)
just finished this full body commissions for a ticci toby dakimakura JJSJSJSJS
jeff pq tocas mi chilito (i'm testing color palletes)