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jtkys · 8 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 “𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘“ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !! ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐲𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐲 @lovely-btch

𝐂𝐖𝐒/𝐓𝐖𝐒: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

Fucked up mentally beyond belief (I mean considering the things he’s gone through, why wouldn’t he be?)

He’s incredibly unstable despite the fact he’s on medication, and really struggles with his emotions and finding a healthy outlet to express them

In my hcs, he has: C-PTSD, schizophrenia, Tourettes, MDD, bipolar and struggles with psychosis, derealisation and depersonalisation a lot.

Despises his dad even after all these years so he tries his best to not get physical when he’s mad, and he basically isolates himself from everyone and self harms/self destructs

Very frequently will have to be reminded to eat, drink and take good care of himself by Tim or another responsible adult. Especially when he’s in a depressive episode

Ok uhm more positive energy now

He has a pretty good relationship with ej, because he’s super understanding of Toby and his disorders since he was a med student and all. I also see him being good friends with Ben, and having an almost parent like relationship with Tim and Brian

When he does eat, he really likes pasta (I’m self projecting leave me alone) because Lyra used to make it for him all the time when he was younger, and it’s become a soft of comfort for him.

Can run really fucking fast. In my headcanons he’s kinda got a sleeper build, but is pretty tall. Around 5’11-6’1.

NOT A TWINK!!! NOT A CHILD!!! NOT A DEPENDENT UWU SOFT WAFFLE BOY!!!

he does have attachment issues, yes, and he is certainly clingy to the people he cares for in fear of losing them, but he is not a baby. He’s a serial killer. It’s 2023 and im still seeing people baby Toby and treat him like an child, SSSSSTTTTTOPPPPPPPP

his voice isn’t extremely deep, but it’s kinda raspy and definitely more deep than normal.

He’s generally a nice dude if you’re nice to him, but will be the most cruel and uncaring motherfucker if you make fun of his tics, disrespect the people he cares for, etc

And god forbid you call him “ticci Toby” or compare him to his dad because you will end up with your head smashed into a wall

Takes surprisingly good care of his hatchets considering how disorganised the rest of his life is

He doesn’t constantly stutter. Infact most of his tics are motor tics where he gets neck jerks, but the most they do is interrupt his speech. He’ll continue on talking like nothing happened, and he only really gets vocal tics when he’s extremely distressed or angry.

Absolutely despises tight clothing.

Spends a lot of his time outside, because it’s something he has control over. His life is fucked up in general and he lacks control in a lot of areas, so he’s desperate to find something that he can control, because it helps ground him

Really attentive and observant when he needs to be

I’ve said this before but he is genuinely so terrified of furbies. They just freak him out

Has a really dark sense of humour, and will very often make jokes about his past (only he can do that tho) or really brutal things that would make any sane person feel unsafe

gets nightmares a lot, and very often finds it hard to sleep. Sometimes his past and the things that he does keep him up at night.

Very frequently he wonders what Lyra and his mum would think of him now, and it upsets him every time because he knows they would be upset. He tries his best not to think about it most of the time.

Has considered going back to the town he grew up in a few times, wondering if he might be able to see his mum again, even just a quick glance of her

But never goes through with it

He loves animals. His favourites are birds and raccoons, but he sometimes will hide in the forest to watch deer and other animals.

Enjoys Midwest emo music, and listens to the front bottoms, McCafferty, etc

Despises the smell and taste of alcohol and smoke. It brings back too many bad memories and he’s terrified of getting addicted and ending up like his dad

>>>

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. @lovely-btch

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci Toby #toby rogers #tobias rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby headcanon #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby hcs #toby rogers headcanons #creepypasta writer #creepypasta fanfic #marble hornets #marble hornets hcs #marble hornets headcanons

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akanemnon · 4 months

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I just stumbled across Twin Runes. It is a great story! Well crafted and it feels near enough to canon in both humor and tone while being your own thing. The major characters feel like real teenagers with lives and pasts beyond what we saw on screen and I love your art style. So thank you very much for posting.

Not sure if this has been asked before but how would your Kris react to going through the Photoshop Flowey fight, or worse: the God of Hyperdeath? And in the other direction how would your Frisk and Chara react to the Jevil or Spamtron fights?

Thank you so very much! This is the kinda thing I'm really trying to aim for the most. There is no way to match Toby's writing 1 for 1, but really want to do it justice. And especially the characters too. Thank you for enjoying it so far!

As for your other questions, I can't really go into the former, since that this spoilers for The Other Script. While these two versions of Kris are not exactly the same character, I feel like they would pretty much react the same way to these fights. And since that is a big story beat in The Other Script, I can't really go into it. But the other question is pretty much fair game. I feel like TR!Frisk wouldn't really understand what either of their deal is. Maybe Jevil moreso than Spamton... but still. They just deal with whatever is thrown at them, no questions asked. While TR!Chara would be really put off by them. But they'd most likely just get mad at Frisk for trying to engage with them in the first place. Constantly telling them it's a bad idea. Which leads into an "I told you so" moment. Especially if we'd put them in the place of Kris.

#ask #twin runes #hypotheticals

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that-one-creepy-hoe · 1 year

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Are you still taking requests? If so, can I ask for some Ticci Toby and/or Ben headcanons? Particularly from a touch starved s/o that just likes to touch them- like play with their hair or their hands or just is generally very cuddly.

Toby and Ben with a touch starved S/O

Toby

Toby would be absolutely obsessed wth you

Hes extremely clingy by nature and cannot resist touching you at any given moment

Knowing that your the same way will have him melting in record time.

He finds you extremely adorable and will constantly tell you that

You guys will also end up having many date nights in where it typically ends in both of you cuddled up on the couch, you lying on top of him while you play with his hair, for him that the best kind of night

Toby cannot get enough of you and considers you the only good influence his life

Your touch alone can make him normal again.

He is not ashamed to admit that.

Expect to have lots of kisses and makeout seshes where you two are just wrapped up in each other.

Ben

Benny Boy is not as touch-starved as Toby but relishes in your touch.

He loves it when while he is playing games he'll sit in your lap and let you play with his hair

It relaxes him beyond belief

He tries to make you feel as loved as he does by always touching yo too

wether that is him cuddled up to you while he plays his games

Or if he just decides to give you some extra cozy cuddles at night

He does it without a second thought just because he cares for you so much

He does kiss you but his aren't as innocent as Toby's, his most definitely lead to something more occasionally.

Ben will also shower you in love while you two are having sex just because he feels comfortable enough to do so

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #ticcy toby #ticci toby headcanons #ben drowned headcanons #ticci toby x reader

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solstice-system · 21 days

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Thinking about how troll Jim would have to adjust to living as a troll and such

(I do not acknowledge the movie at all I’m a hater 😋)

This is basically going off of just trollhunters show canon after part 3

A big thing I think would be his love of cooking. It’s always been his way of showing love to his mom and friends, and now that he can’t properly taste human food without gagging, he can’t properly cook anymore. Blinky would have to teach him proper troll nutrition and Jim would probably feel embarrassed that he’s resorted to eating dish ware 😭

I feel like it’s not really acknowledged how not only can Jim no longer participate in human life and stuff, but people would also notice?? I imagine barbara would have to claim he went off to some boarding school on a scholarship in like the UK 😭 I can’t imagine that his classmates wouldn’t notice he’s gone tbh. Toby, Claire, and strickler probably have their hands full making excuses for Jim’s absence

On the topic of Jim not being able to go to school…. Can we acknowledge that bro is still like 16-17 💀 there’s no way that blinky would let him permanently halt his education! Blinky would read up on grade 12 textbooks and become Jim’s private tutor down in trollmarket. Jim would probably claim that being the trollhunter should take priority over algebra but Blinky (and Barbara) would INSIST that being a half troll is no excuse to become a high school dropout 😌

Strickler would definitely be a big help for Jim. Of course Jim can’t turn back into a human but Strickler still knows what it’s like to be stuck between the nature and worlds of a troll and human. He would talk with Jim through his new emotions and instincts and teach him how to cope with it. Neither Barbara nor blinky would really know how to help in this department because neither of them have had to be anything besides just a human or just a troll

At first Toby would think that Jim’s new form is really cool but he would quickly realize that it’s very hard on Jim and that his daily life with his best buddy isn’t necessarily over but it’ll never be the same. All of Jim’s friends probably have a absolutely butchered sleep schedule from trying to spend time with Jim after dark 💀

Barbara would spend a lot of time talking to strickler and blinky about their basically 3 way coparenting situation of a half troll 😭💞

Arrrghh would help Jim spar in the most pacifist way possible (holding out his hands for Jim to try and punch, be a moving target for Jim to try and catch, lightly roughhousing) since Blinky isn’t really trained in battle beyond teaching from the sidelines lol

#can you tell im hyperfixating #troll Jim brainrot #lowkey i don’t #remember anything #from 3 below and wizards #so let’s pretend this is just a #well thought out au lmao #trollhunters #troll jim #tales of arcadia #toa #jim lake jr #blinky #trollhunters strickler #trollhunters jim #trollhunters hc #headcanons

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underfart-snas · 9 months

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i’m going to preface this by saying this will be hard to read. for those who have had to deal with a lot of familial trauma, csa, and various other things really. you’re being warned now.

it is not anything fun, light, or happy. i will not answer questions from anyone. i will not stop people from their comments or tags but i will not look at opinions or attempt to change them. good or bad, i’m too tired to change anyone’s minds or matters on the subject. while i am regretful and sorry for many things, i know this won’t change much.

i’m not looking for forgiveness. i'm looking for closure.

i will not argue on how i’m a good person, or how any behavior in the past was justifiable or right. it was wrong. i still fuck up to this day trying to be human. at this point, all i want is to speak up about what i had to go through and why things ended the way they did with hopefully a more clear sense of perspective as to why i made what i did. and then i would like to move on.

flowerfell ended in disaster from all sides. a story i, the friends i made along with it and worked deeply with during it all, held very dear for our own reasons. be it to express the hardship of survival, to cope with the progression of loss, or having hope in finding small things to live for and learning to find love in friendships, family or otherwise that we couldn’t have in life. it was a big story for everyone, and i understand not everyone got the message. people have not been kind. i’ve seen equal sides of good and bad come from it.

i won’t argue about the shipping aspects. people are right in believing i liked what i liked, and whether or not they hated that was up to them. i had my personal reasons and i never intended for it to be a malicious thing, but i understand people’s headstrong thoughts on the canons or otherwise. I didn't like to go out of my way to shove it in people's faces, which is why i scrapped later stories that were pressured to be frans related and instead made them into personal characters.

it’s fucked up seeing people get chased and hurt over fictional things. things that aren’t physically harming anyone, at least when they’re contained properly. things you shouldn’t be actively looking for if you don’t like it. things that people may actually be doing to cope with their own trauma. i watch so many people looking for hate, or reasons to be angry. i think that adds to much sadness overall. i can’t say much for those who don’t go about tagging things properly for those who don’t want to see things other than "please work on that."

when i played undertale, i lived vicariously through frisk as i played. they were quite frankly, a blank slate. i was able to self-insert in a way. due to story aspects, i felt the monsters were like... old old. like ancient beings that lived lives unfathomably long beyond the human lifespan. beyond the passage of time.

i fell in love with characters and aspects and ideas it gave. i fell in love with it’s world, the possibility of other worlds like it, and exciting wacky hijinks. i took interest in others making au's and thought about how i could make my own. what my own life lacked or couldn’t give me. the family and friends i found through it.

toby really kicked everyone’s ass with this one, and i hope he does it again and again. and i pray he continues to succeed. because he made something beautiful.

now for what i had to deal with, during the failed attempt of making my story…

i have had to process a lot of neglect from family and home in recent years. though i’m older now, it still hurts. things still linger and sting harder than they should. they say it gets better but it really sticks and comes back in many ways that make life so much harder than it should be. it’s only made harder when people want you to be better, but it takes time to get there. sometimes people can't be with each other because of it, which is something i've had to learn over and over again. it takes so much time and it takes it away from everything you hope can be good and great in your life.

growing up was a nightmare. i’ve had to grow up with abandonment from my mom. neglect from my dad. i've had to deal with them trying to reach back out and my feelings on whether or not it's deserved. or if i'm even ready to handle it yet. many times i'm not.

i’ve had to deal with surgery to fix my body from disgusting and life ending deformation as a toddler which still leaves scars on my body today. my family has told me i’m lucky to even be alive. sometimes i almost wish it took me, because the world is cruel. but at the same time, i want to live so, so badly.

i’ve had to deal with manipulation and rape from someone almost ten years older than me in household when i was just a child. from five to nine. threats of being compliant and not to speak up or else my life was in danger. being physically trapped for hours while my body was a tool. later this fell onto another child of a caretaker for my sister, which is the only reason i got away from it. so i never got the chance to speak up myself and that effects me to this day. i was told years later this same thing happened to my older, severely autistic sister prior. someone who literally cannot verbally communicate or function without help from another. my grandmother telling me she left before because my father didn’t believe her. this all meaning, this is something that could have never happened.

i've had to handle my grandmother’s physical and verbal abuse for the rest of the those years after she came back to take care of my sister. my sister didn't escape abuse either. i would be stuck listening to her convince me as i got older and barely making it out of school that wouldn’t ever survive on my own. that i would never make it. that i would never find love. that i’d be eating fucking “saltines and ketchup” on the streets. i’ve had to deal with eating disorder because of her and various other disgusting shit i don’t want to add that the fear had made me succumb to. i didn’t leave my room for days at a time unless i was forced to. i didn’t sleep properly, to the point of passing out for minutes at a time. anyone who used to come to streams would know, i used to fall asleep while drawing with my brother. in many ways, my grandmother has made me so functionally stagnant, which is so hard to combat now.

cutting out all the general silliness and nonsense i would make just to smile once in a while, my art and flowerfell was an escape for me. it was a way to express my pain and hope that there was some sort of out. that there were friends to be made and love to be had. family to be found. that if you’re strong enough maybe you can be redeemable and make it to the end. frisk was hope. sans was strength. and all of the friends they were supposed to make along the way were support.

but at the same time, i clearly wasn’t able to handle the scale of what it became. i wasn’t ready for the crowd, i wasn’t ready to make a coherent and straight story, and was too giving and lenient. i wasn't ready for the "godlihood" people were pressing on me when i was just a normal person. it made making real friends a hassle. i didn't know who was honest or using me. many people have used me.

i was scared after it fell apart and got toxic. that people can take and twist and hate no matter how hard you try. i didn’t understand a lot of things back then or how to defend myself. i didn't understand how to combat theft, i didn't understand fiction kin, i didn't understand self care or boundaries for others and myself. i didn't understand a lot of things. i try really hard to understand now.

for all intents and purposes, it was getting septic. i was getting septic at that time and for some time after. and because of that i lost not only my story, but my friends and my sanity. i wasn’t able to keep it together for them or myself. i was hurt and hurting others by proxy. and i am so sorry for it. all of it.

i was only saved by finally being taken away from home by someone who actually took a chance on me. someone who made time for me even when i was getting reclusive. someone who loves me through all of that even if i hurt them terribly in the process, and may even still in all the faults i'm working on. despite everything, they're still with me today.

to this day i find flowerfell hard to look at without feeling various stages of grief. i have many degrees of anger and sadness, at times hopeless acceptance. not necessarily towards anyone anymore, but that i was unable to finish it. or felt i was unable to. that i'm unable to surpass it. that i was so fearful of loss and parts of myself being taken away when i already felt i had so little. how it blinded me to what good i had at so many times. how it’s destroyed my ability to create and fall in love with characters i like or make, and their worlds. no matter how hard i try now. that it’s taken my ability to trust, communicate, and form steady relationships with people. how it effects even those who have stayed and try so hard. that it’s taken my ability to share and feel safe doing so. even with people i'm close with today.

even situations on how helpful it’s been for people over the years, and deeper connections to self or others they’ve found in the progression of time because of it. i’m not unhappy for those who have, i’m grateful that people have found their hearts in it. it was made with unfathomable love and there’s incredible pain on having given up continuing what could have been more. what else people could have connected with or felt. there was so much i didn’t get to share, and got too angry and scared to give.

i grew to believe people didn’t deserve it anymore because of what i and my friends at the time were going through. i no longer wanted to feel hurt. i no longer wanted my friends to be hurt. and i violently took it away into myself, which has hurt me even more over the years.

i want to believe people would have liked the ending, and anything that would come after that. it was going to have a good ending.

later i would find the fear of parts being taken would be connected to discovering plurality in myself, and recently finding out in therapy i’m probably not too separated from my sister in being on the spectrum, adding to all of that and more. i’d have to process that feelings became separated and another struggle to deal with. that i was dissociating from everything so hard these feelings are expressed as their own apart from me, but still with me. that this was my way of not being alone with what i had. it is not a kind thing. while they're like family to me, it is also a cage.

it would take me years to actually discover what this was properly, having to go through a whole ordeal of manipulation and problems from that alone. i would have to deal with them also being stolen and taken advantage of due to complacency and misunderstanding. which has made every bit of fear with what came before twice as difficult. however, i've also had good people along the way, and i hope they stay with me for a very long time.

because of this i’ve learned a lot about systems and kinships and reasons why these exist. how these things can make people feel at home. i have changed a lot of views on it and how these things help people, even if they’re strange at times… i’m not mad about it anymore. if it helps people it helps people. other people are trying to survive too. i just ask people be respectful about it.

i don’t hate fanart or others trying to make stories anymore. as someone who struggles now with even a fraction of creating any amount of work i used to, i’m more glad than not that it’s encouraging people to improve and move forward. but i won’t ever accept discredit because at the root it is mine still. i made this for myself before i made it for others. it will always be a part of me, even if painful now.

i’m just tired. i’m tired and i hope over time i’ll be able to rest.

sigh.

to kaze, your document is faithful and i won’t argue that any of it is wrong or malicious. there was a lot missing from that video that could and should have been added. it wasn't just about shipping, but a lot more. i hope people will leave you and others alone about flowerfell and ship nonsense at the end of the day. especially when your stories were wonderful and aren’t hurting anyone. while we’re not on good terms, i do wish them a very "fuck off and move on."

however, i will not accept the statement that you were helpful to my mental health, or to others involved to begin with. trying to be, maybe, but it faltered.

apart from encouraging anger towards the fanbase either on my or by your own hands, flipping the switch between telling me to keep going and giving up. you fully took advantage of the complacency i had to go through at home to survive and had to unlearn for many years prior. you weaponized your problems at home onto us. this compiled everything, probably for both of us. this would only continue on to my system in many ways.

you actively encouraged suicidal behavior within the group, provoking my brother into a pact at his lowest. you took advantage of me and my brother mentally and sexually. knowing full well of our issues and my own csa, you still crossed lines. doing or sharing things without warning or prior consent and conversation, at times even within public groups. fighting back or saying something about these things were difficult because everyone was sensitive at the time. even if things were jokes at times, it didn't always come across that way.

i watched blind fight so hard for you in many ways even when they were struggling so badly with their own physical health, even staying in the end. i don't know if they're doing well or are still there now which is another string of worries.

what hurt the most is that for years you blamed me for an attempt because i “didn’t love you enough to talk to you or be honest” and held it over my head instead of explaining until the very last second before i left that it was because of home. you continued to comment in ways up until that point, then deleting things as if i couldn’t see logs. every single day i thought you were going to just be gone in an instant without warning. that i and others would lose one of our best friends. i grew so afraid of talking to you because of this. i was scared to hurt people more in anger of that. it is still something that terrifies me to this day.

flowerfell wasn’t the break of our friendship, it was the inability to handle the weight of taking care of someone who was unwilling to work on themself on top of all of that, while being unable to take care of myself at the same time. not being enough. that nothing of what little i could give would ever fix what was happening, and that i was being used as an escape method. much like my brother was. we weren’t good for each other anymore. and while i wanted to keep holding on, many people told me i had to let go and they were right. i'm sorry that it wasn't completely by my own voice that i let go.

i don’t even hate you anymore, if i even ever really did to begin with. the most i get is mad and i may say the word "hate" in anger, and that is entirely my own fault for checking in once in a while to see if you’re still breathing or getting better. because i cared a long fucking time and i think parts of me still do. i can’t say there weren’t fond memories or good times and i still have gifts i won’t throw away. and i won’t discredit that i do see you trying really hard for yourself now, which is a hopeful feeling and all i and others ever wanted. even if we may never speak directly again, because i don’t think that would be good for either of us, i hope it keeps going well.

but i don’t think you have the right to say i’m a bad person as if you weren’t just as bad yourself. you effected me and others just as badly.

we don't have to forgive each other. but i do hope, after a long time, we can forgive ourselves.

just a last little edit:

before you start congratulating someone who added to the entire severity of literally everything, understand this:

we were not driven by her or her alone. this is not her fucking win. this is the result of friends and good people saying we should speak up and needed to be heard for years. this is because we have support we actually feel safe with and finally decided we're fucking tired. we didn’t speak simply because she put out some silly little document. she only added to the fucking misery that everyone else has brought on about this!

this is for ourselves!! thanks! and goodbye! - =D

#flowerfell #flowerfell au #frans #tw csa

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mythicalmyles · 7 months

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I love your fics sm!!

Ticci Toby?? :D

Creep!Toby x stoner!partially mute!reader

Drug use/ bottom male reader/somno/noncon

Toby’s gaze was something that had alwys shaken you, his sunken dark eyes staring right through you. He always left you fidgeting in place, the urge to check over your shoulder overwhelming you. You felt like you were locked into a jungle, knowing a tiger was watching you but never knowing just where it was.

When Toby was taken out of school you hated the sigh of relief that had left you, he hadn’t ever done anything to you and you felt bad about the bullying he went through on a daily occurrence yet you couldn’t deny the overwhelming relief. You had been mildly concerned his harassers would turn their rage onto yourself, luckily due to your lack of speaking barely anyone even took notice of you. You blended into the background and no one ever gave you a second glance. Your black hoodie pulled up over your head, shielding you from the world as you listened to teachers droning on.

You were coming upto your last week of class, spending your 18th with your uncles and cousins testing your tolerance. Your tired eyes shifted around the room, boredom etched onto your face.

The bell rang and you quickly made your exit from the class, barley stopping to hear the teacher bidding everyone goodbye.

The finally slap of your feet on the stairs exiting the school was almost euphoric, finally close to finishing everything and being freed from the constraints of daily classes. You decided to take a more scenic route this time, the forest that encompassed your town was starting to change due to autumn making its way in.

The cold bit at your nose and cheeks but you pushed on, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you breached the forest line within minutes. The smell of weed and cigarettes filled the air as students rushed to get their after class fixes. Your lip tugged up as you began a light sprint, intent of getting your own fix after being overloaded with information all day.

The silence of the forest never bothered you, you supposed it was due to your own nature. Despite the shivers beginning to wrack your body you felt happy and at peace, listening to the birds chirping as they traveled from tree to tree.

After an hour of walking you finally made it to your little cave, as far as you were aware it had a lack of presence and it was sheltered. It was perfect for you.

You shook as you rolled up your joint, excitement filling you as you sparked up and took your first inhale. It was almost orgasmic how it instantly relaxed your body, your tight shoulders finally dropping from your ears.

Despite the cave being pretty sheltered it was still pretty cold, you could feel your knees knocking together as you shook. Your eyes shifted around seeing scattered wood, pursing your lips before quickly standing up. Your body creaked with protest as you stood up, wincing before quickly collecting up the wood. You dropped it all down into the middle of the cave, closer to the entrance hoping the air would carry out the smoke.

You light it up and sighed happily as warmth began filling the cave. You grosned as tou sar against the hard wall, you continued your smoke as heat finally began filling your body.

You finished your joint and stubbed it out, you could feel your eyes starting to flutter closed as you relaxed yourself back. You knew your parents wouldn’t be too bothered as they were currently away, you could do as you pleasure for the next week. It didn’t take long for darkness to cloud your vision as you passed out.

Toby let out a grunt as he swung his hatchet at branches that got in his way, annoyance flowing through his veins as he made his way to his hide out. His recent victim had fought back, almost taking Toby out. Toby had underestimated his victim and he was beyond pissed. Despite completing his task the time it had taken had only served to rile him up more.

His footsteps were heavy as he made his way towards his cave, the smell of smoke had him pausing outside the entrance and smirking. He couldn’t believe his luck, he couldn’t hear voices but the darkening night was at least on his side. If they weren’t here they were close. Toby’s demeanour changed as he crept further into the cave, eyes hunting for any signs of movement. Despite his body twitching he managed to venture further into the cave.

Tobys mind froze for a moment before psychotic glee filled his body, his eyes almost doubling in size. He certainly was lucky today. He had forgotten all about you the day he disappeared, the memories of you now flashing through his mind. His cock throbbed as his dirtier memories of you flew through his brain, his favourite was watching you change.

He wasted no time in sliding down infront of you, biting his lip as he watched you sleep peacefully. Completely unsuspecting, that was his favourite part. You hadn’t grown much since hed last seen you, yet he now almost dwarfed you. He had a lot more muscles then you, it made his cock throb harder thinking about how easily it would be to overpower you.

His hand grabbed your ass, pulling you onto your stomach. Toby swallowed hard, he almost felt drunk. He tried to be as gentle as he could as he pulled your sweats down your ass, Toby had to fight the urge to slap his hand down onto your ass. Instead he grabbed your ass and jiggled the flesh, groaning as he watched your ass bounce. His fingers were rough as he began circling your hole, a whimper leaving your body as you halfheartedly wriggled in your sleep.

Toby couldnt wait to hear what other sounds he could pull out of you, he looked down at your face smushed against the floor. Images of your face twisting into pleasure as he slammed his cock into you shot into his head, Toby could feel drool beginning to pool in his mouth as he thought about what he could do to you.

Toby spread your ass apart, leaning forward and spitting into your hole. Toby smirked as he watched your body wriggle, pushing his free hand towards your face and slipping two digits into your parted lips. Toby smirked as he felt drool pool into his fingers, his lack of patience had him slipping the digits out after playing with your mouth for a few moments. Toby’s dark eyes never left your face as he began pushing one of his digits in, you let out a squeaked whine as your body subconsciously tried to move away from the intrusion.

Once toby had buried his finger into the knuckle he paused for a moment, waiting for your face to stop furrowing up. Once you relaxed he slowly pulled his finger out, before pushing it back in. Your deep breathing turned Toby on further, he wondered what you’d look like when you woke up with his cock buried deep inside of you.

Toby kept fingering you until he felt you loosen up, spitting into your hole again as he began pushing a second into you. He froze as you choked out a whine, eyes flickering before relaxing back against the ground. “That’s right pretty boy, you love my fingers don’t you?” Toby’s voice was husky as he whispered to himself.

Toby didn’t know how much longer he could last without slamming his cock into your guts, his eyes eating up every time your face twitched. He pulled his fingers out and pulled your hip up, moving you onto your back. Toby rested your thighs ontop of his, his hands moving your jumper up. His calloused fingers rubbed your nipples, your entire body twitching in his hands as he began toying with your buds. Toby relished in the sound of your breathing picking up, but he stopped himself. He ran his hands back down your body, quick to slide two digits back into your hole. His palm was flat against your stomach, eyeing you up as he began scissoring and twisting his fingers. You whined and rocked back onto the digits, your body reacting on instinct as his fingers brushed your prostate.

Toby pulled his fingers out, pulling your thighs upto his shoulders. His large rough hands pulled your ass apart, his cock brushing against your tight ring. Toby manoeuvred you so he could grab his cock, pressing it against your tight hole. He was surprised his rough treatment hadn’t roused you, he almost wondered if his cock would even wake you.

He leaned over you, almost pressing your thighs to his chest. He guided his cock into you, having to use force to push his head into you.

Your eyes shot open, a scream almost tearing from you lips as you felt something thick slide into your ass. A hand slapped over your mouth, tears falling from your eyes as you whimpered and whined into a rough hand. You looked wide eyed into familiar dark brown eyes, fear flooding you as you realised what was happening.

Your body shook as you were roughly pounded into, the hand from your mouth moved to wrap into your hair. He kept a tight grip as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up every cry and moan as his cock slammed into your prostate.

His tongue was quick and dominating in your mouth, his tongue running against your tongue and the roof of you mouth. It almost felt like he wanted every part of you to know him, his free hand running over your stomach. You could feel him pushing your stomach down, the feeling unbelievable as his cock pressed into your stomach.

Toby pulled away from you, grinning like a maniac. “Thats it bab-baby, take my c-cock like a good boy. Tha-thats it.” Toby praised, grabbing your thighs and pressing them against you. He watched your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he fucked you as hard as he could. He almost sounded like he was growling above you, you knew fighting him was hopeless. Your legs were practically touching your ears and all your hands could do was ball up as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain.

His cock felt too big, your insides aching as he dove as deep as he could into you. His cock stretched you out more then your own fingers could have ever and it was too much, your body twitched as he railed into you. His hand let your leg drop against his shoulder, wrapping around your throat. Toby smirked at the panic on your face as he choked you.

Toby could see you were about to come when you tightened up around his cock, mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled back. Toby stopped choking you once you flopped against the floor, pulling out of you and shoving you back onto your stomach. You sobbed as your nipples scraped against the caves cold floor, sensitivity ringing throughout your body in your afterglow.

You barley had time to react before Toby lifted your hips up and sliding his cock back into you. A loud yelp left you as his cock rubbed against your prostate with every trust. It almost felt like he was getting deeper, panicked cried flowing from your mouth as he pulled you back into his thrusts. The pain had worn down since your orgasm, but the feeling of another building up so soon had your body fighting. Toby chuckled as you squirmed and tried to escape him, voice increasing in pitch as he hunted another orgasm from you.

Toby grabbed your arms, pressing them against your back and using a hand to keep them to your back. All you could do was whine as your chest was pushed against the cold floor, Toby baring a lot of weight onto you. You flopped against the floor, sobbing and moaning as Toby pinned you down. You let yourself go, crying out as another orgasm was ripped from you. Toby growled as you tightened around his cock, biting his lip as he kept fucking you through his own orgasm. You could feel hot liquid being pumped into you, Toby making sure to cum as deep inside of you as he could.

All you could do once you were done was flop against the floor and shake while you took deep breaths, reeling from having your virginity roughly taken. Your lips quivered as Toby locked eyes with you, his dark eyes swirling with things that had you freezing in place. He pushed your lips together, his hands wrapping around your neck to keep you still as his tongue dove into your mouth.

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demonbarbers · 3 months

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so high rn so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense i’m just so emotional about josh and annaleigh and this production so i’m gonna ramble a bit about what i love about it and them. ok. enjoy.

the thing about sweeney todd is that it’s mean. it’s a mean show. it ends on the cruel irony of 2 officers bursting in on toby slitting sweeney’s throat, surrounded by 2 other bodies and one in the oven; on johanna watching her father die holding her mother and not even knowing it. everyone is an abuser or abused, and there is no hope or redemption to be found. and it fucking rules! it just rules. it’s so fun to indulge in our basest pleasures for nearly 3 hours, delicately served to us by one of the greatest composers who’s ever lived.

and every major production takes the bile and cruelty inherent to the material and runs away with it. like- just look at this swedish production from 2006, directed by vernon mound. or the last time it was on broadway, directed by john doyle:

productions tend go smaller and nastier, more intimate, in keeping with the spirit of how sondheim originally conceived the piece. (side note: i LOVE when they do that. my ideal sweeney has buckets of blood and visera right in your face)

the original production of sweeney was MASSIVE, but that came from hal prince. hal couldn’t really get an emotional foothold on the material until he found within sweeney an extended metaphor for capitalism and the industrial revolution; people literally eating people and the machine of capitalism grinding everyone up. revivals also tend to seize on the brechtian class elements, like this absolutely gorgeous korean production from 2019 directed by eric schaeffer:

sondheim, meanwhile, always objected to readings of sweeney as brechtian- it was all a farce to him, just a good, nasty time at the theatre. he approached it as a horror fan who wanted to write some fucked up stuff, which is maybe now some of the best art is created. but hal made it into epic theatre.

(if u don’t know what epic theatre is or what brechtian means google will explain it better to u than my ridiculously stoned ass can rn but im just focusing on one aspect of it rn: the distancing effect. basically, emotionally distancing the audience from the characters and the material so that everyone is engaging with the work on an intellectual level as opposed to an emotional one)

obc sweeney is an alienating show. it’s so fun and brutal and deeply felt, but these characters are grotesque. they’re cartoonish in their cruelty. just look at their makeup! john doyle also embraces the distancing effect; his revival is actor-muso, so we’re pretty aware at all times we’re watching a show. it’s all so cold, and the only warmth to be found is in the humor. and it rules. it’s nasty. i love it. this is the show i fell in love with.

all these things have become inherent to sweeney over time, all teased out of the greatest broadway show to ever exist; visceral horror, cruelty, coldness, and class commentary.

but this revival is just.. it’s warm! it’s lush! it’s romantic! and i don’t mean that in the sense of lovett and sweeney (tho this is the warmest they’ve ever been towards each other in any major production i’ve seen). i mean that it gestures at and plays with romanticism.

my biggest critique of this production is, in doing away with the brechtian elements (sondheim just cheered), it also does away with overt class commentary. it’s all still there in the text- turpin is a corrupt judge, beadle is effectively a sheriff, sweeney and lovett are working class, the beggar woman is homeless- but as a director tommy kail seems… uninterested in any biting political commentary, to put it generously lmfao. and i hate so much how little of it there is to be found in this revival, bc you can still Do It without invoking brecht. but i’ve long made my peace with that. i wanna talk about what i love.

and what i really love and what kept me returning to it (beyond the fact that it’s sondheim, and it’s sweeney, and josh groban is so stupid fucking hot) is how human everyone is. the entire production, from the ground up, is built around taking these characters and their pain seriously.

the ensemble all have incredibly period accurate costumes, unique to each character they’ve crafted (fun fact even the swings have their own unique costume that’s only seen when they perform). gone is toby as a mentally disabled man child with an oedipal fixation on lovett. in gaten’s hands he’s a young teenager, aging out of being a cute urchin and just looking for a mother. in daniel’s hands he’s beaten down young man with a limp and a genuine love for lovett.

ruthie’s beggar woman has developed DID after a brutal rape and the trauma of institutionalization and homelessness. she’s not played for laughs, even if sometimes the audience chuckles, and she makes u feel guilty if you ever did laugh at her situation. daniel yearwood leans so far into anthony as a sweet guy completely unaware of the story he’s actually in to the point of comedy. maria is just a revelation as johanna, all nerve and tension and bloody nails from years of self-harm. it’s easy to lean into johanna as a princess track, but ~crazy~. and maria plays jo as mentally ill and traumatized from years of incesteous abuse, but it’s not a pastiche or a praody of it. jo feels human in a way i’ve never seen her depicted before. i love it. maria bilbao u have my heart forever for this.

and then josh and annaleigh…. ugh!!! annaleigh really captures the avarice at the heart of lovett, but still brings in enough genuine moments of humanity and compassion that you find yourself (like sweeney and toby) endeared to her. lovett is always cruel and can only love through manipulation, but annaleigh’s lovett is a woman who makes small concessions. bit by bit, piece by piece, she erodes whatever goodness she had inside her until nothing but her desire for sweeney is left. she’s a woman who’s used seduction to get her way, and it’s easy to envision that when lucy returned from turpin’s, she shamed her for “giving it away” without getting benjamin back. she’s a monster! and yet, when she dreams of a better life, you feel it. when she holds toby in her arms and cried at her perfect little life unraveling, you feel it. annaleigh makes you laugh so hard she gets under your skin and stays there, exactly how lovett seduces sweeney in ALP. and there it is- identification! the complete opposite of alienation. we’re in it with them.

and then there’s josh and his sweeney… i really feel like his sweeney is undervalued. annaleigh steals the show. she won the drama desk for a reason. it’s a legendary performance. but josh…. man. i just. i keep returning to josh’s open wound of a sweeney over and over again. i think he’s probably had this take bouncing around in his head for years. they smartly leaned away from sweeney as this embodiment of rage and physical menace, which surprised a lot of people. but instead leaned into sweeney’s grief in a way i haven’t seen any major production do. josh’s sweeney feels like a man who was put on this earth to be a father and a husband. there’s a buried sweetness to him and you can still see benjamin barker in him until the very end. i keep calling him “kendall roy sweeney” bc it’s the closest way i can covey to other ppl what josh is doing here. he’s all big sad eyes and suicidal ideation, tragedy and twitchy hands. he’s so deeply pathetic he just endears himself to you. i want sweeney to succeed more than ever before. even though he spends all of act 2 killing people and being a shit father and thus killing benjamin barker, i still find myself wanting him and lovett to get away with it. and when the reveal comes, and even worse the betrayal hits- that this woman who he let into his life and body and who, in some odd way, became a friend, lied to him this entire time- it hits like never before for me.

i just love it all so much. i’m so happy it exists, so happy this revival does something so new! sondheim has said sweeney todd is a show about obsession, and it is. this revival supposes: what is the difference between love and obsession? what if the two look the same?

i think often of this quote from luca guadagnino’s suspiria (a masterpiece btw): “Love and manipulation, they share houses very often. They are frequent bedfellows.”

to me, that’s this revival in a nutshell- the thin line between love and obsession, and all the blood spilled in between.

#2023 revival #sweeney todd #.txt #josh groban #annaleigh ashford #i’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. i’m crying rn. i love this production i miss josh and annaleigh soooo much

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the-unlucky-hunter · 1 year

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creepypasta headcanons

Jeff and Liu cant be trusted near each other alone 364 days a year, the only time is the anniversary of thier parents death. they leave together and go to the graveyard together. no one but them knows what they talk about. they dont want to know.

Nina has a great deal of respect for jeff, but no longer romantically loves him. she realised that he doesnt love her, and that she respects herself to much to chase him so, slowly but surely she moved on. they’re good friends.

Eyeless Jack was once sitting on the sofa, and then without warning he dragged Tim into the medbay. tims overuse of pills had severely damaged his kidneys and jack could smell it. Tim recovered and now he has to take a more monitored dosage.

Sally is hilariously foul-mouthed, no one finds it all that surprising as she forces the far-from-eloquent Jeff, BEN, Tim and Toby to play with her. the first time she let out a string of curses slenderman was furious. it was quite the event.

if the creeps dont have/dont remember their birthday then one will be made up for them. these aren’t concrete and if someone is bored then they may announce that there’s a party tomorrow due to a birthday, LJ had six birthdays in one year. (LJ was found deepthroating a candycane as BEN egged him on)

every couple of months The operator holds a barbecue. You HAVE to help.

no creep can physically age beyond like 25 ish. its young enough that age isnt an issue, but old enough that the creeps can get by easier. (can you imagine a creep trying to stalk someone but they cant get into a bar or sm, OR IMAGINE THEY GET PULLED OVER CAUSE THEY’RE 12 DJKFJAS)

Tim and Brian kissed on a dare, and they both still think about it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS (ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF. ANYTHING.)

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #jeff the killer #homocidal liu #laughing jack #slenderman #sally williams #eyeless jack #nina the killer #mh masky #mh hoodie #marble hornets

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anonymousboxcar · 10 months

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TTTE Headcanons: Engines’ TV Habits

This is pretty goofy, but I’m thinking about what sorts of TV the engines might watch if they had a TV or a streaming device in their sheds. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far!

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Henry loves nature shows, of course. In addition, after his fireman lamented his spilt hot cocoa, he wanted to understand why humans care so much about food. This led him to cooking shows, which he found very relaxing. He likes to watch raw, disparate ingredients become something beautiful and complete.

Edward goes for mysteries — lighter, cozier shows like Midsomer Murders, Rosemary & Thyme, and Murder, She Wrote. He’s also a fan of Granada Studios’ 1984 Sherlock Holmes. It tickles the same part of him that enjoys ghost stories, giving him a slight thrill alongside a pleasing mind-teaser.

Gordon watches the news every morning and evening. He likes to feel up-to-date on important events, expounding on them to his colleagues. Any program about opera and orchestral performances also appeals to him. There’s some snobbery involved, but he does enjoy hearing and learning about musical genres.

James likes game and talent shows, often shouting answers and opinions at the TV. He’s so attuned to these shows’ editing that he’ll guess a season winner, set up a betting pool, and rake in all the favors after the finale with a smug grin. (Gordon and Henry only keep placing bets because they want to show him up someday.)

All three big engines indulge in the guilty pleasure of soap operas. They think nobody else knows about this. Pip and Emma “obliviously” intrude on their watch parties to make them squirm.

Thomas and Percy watch ghost hunting shows together. They scoff at the idea of ghosts, accuse each other of being ‘fraidy-cats, and huddle close in fear as an episode progresses. They also watch late-night airings of schlocky films with Toby, whose sly commentary cracks them all up.

On his own, Thomas watches motorsport broadcasts. Bertie hooked him on it not long after they started racing each other. He’s a fan of some F1 drivers and their cars, often comparing notes with Bertie in serious (and sometimes heated) discussions.

Percy has a soft spot for period dramas. He’ll laugh at historical inaccuracies, get invested in all the characters, and ponder common tropes. He’s not afraid to ask about the servants who have to endure the wealthy protagonists’ dramatics.

Toby doesn’t watch much TV outside of what he sees with Thomas and Percy. However, he and Henrietta are partial to some late-night talk shows. If the show’s interviewing someone they’re interested in, or if they think the host is funny, they’ll give an episode a try.

Duck adores How It’s Made. It’s very satisfying for him to watch a bunch of moving parts at work, slotting pieces into their rightful places to assemble something. Other nights, he watches travel shows. They explore locations all around the world, scratching his itch to see what’s beyond his horizon.

Donald watches stand-up comedy specials, going for a good laugh at the end of the day to decompress. Ever since Duck “gifted” him Dilly, he also watches nature programs and shows about training/caring for pets. (He and Dilly are working on some tricks.)

Oliver picks sci-fi shows, with Star Trek and Doctor Who as his favorites. He’s drawn in by the pulpy adventures, moral dilemmas, and complex protagonists. It all makes him feel better about himself: you can mess up on an astronomical scale, but still be capable of good things. You don’t have to be a perfect hero to be a good person.

Douglas enjoys shows about antiques and vintage items — things in the vein of Antique Roadshow, or American Pickers. He’s a sucker for knickknacks that meant something to someone, for all the stories behind each one, and for their loving restorations.

Bill and Ben think fitness shows are hysterical. They’re forever amused by the odd ways the instructors contort their bodies. But they also scheme for their crews to watch these shows, hoping they’ll participate and stay healthy for years to come.

Daisy’ll watch any program about fashion or body art (tattoos, piercings, etc). Being so attentive to her swerves, she’s curious about the ways that humans adorn themselves. She’ll sometimes take inspiration from what she sees, but she’ll always argue that fashion is an art form, pointing to these shows for examples.

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What are your guys’ thoughts/headcanons? I’d love to hear them!

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I didn't mean to break their hearts, I was just curious, srry!😭😭 (but Itachi's one was kinda funny-)

But anyway, now I'm wondering about how they would react if they found out that you can draw really cool and beautiful.

(I'm an artist, so😎)

Nonny 🥹🥹

That put me in an really good mood; lol. That was way too fun to write; maybe I can one day write a super angsty break up (but I love them too much!!!).

I love all artists 😭😭😭 Painters, writers — digital or paper. Anything that expresses the inner workings of someone’s mind and the fact that they can manifest it to reality is so so so beautiful. I hope I’ve secretly seen your art, I’d probably simp over it. Always simp over art. 😂😂🥹🥹

N/SFW; very cute Uchiha men adoring your artwork! 🥹🥹🥹 (ooc Madara??); Simpy Obito; …Scandalous Shisui; abnormally observant Itachi 😂 suggestive themes rolled out the further I got. For some reason, I just had to. (P.s. I should not be allowed to write when tired??? Half of this was done while my eyes rolled shut in bed).

Madara:

It’s not everyday that Madara is blown like a leaf in the wind. When you mentioned being a patron of the arts, he thought maybe the art of battle?? Didn’t expect your weapon to be a paint brush with some acrylic paint. Thought it was some weird jutsu infused shit.

And then you just had to go above and beyond and do a portrait of him for his birthday!!!!! It’s hung on the living room center wall so that it’s the first thing anyone sees! Honestly, this man is a brute, but your art envokes his softer side! A side that he hasn’t been in touch with for…well, a long time.

Makes sure that everyone and I mean, everyone, is aware of your talent! Still, he tries to find the side hussle in it, soliciting customers for you and all. 😭😭 Will trash talk the chalk art children make on the sidewalk, which ‘…that’s not nice, they’re children..’ you say. He shrugs, nobody is as good as you.

Obito:

Finds out and tries to ‘secretly’ commission you lmao. Makes it totally obvious too, his handwriting is shit and eveeeerrryyyyone knows who Tobi really is…. Plus how can you even begin without discussing what he wants done!! Duh, Obito! Unfortunately for him, you are more interested in drawing matters of the flesh. He’ll only show his chest, nothing more.

‘That’s fine.’ You shrug, and get to work. Obito, however, does not have the resolve to sit still! It’s frustrating to no end, but alas, after what seems an eternity— its done. Sort of. Still much to add, but the basics are there and you’ll work better when he’s not asking how does it look every twenty minutes.

Eventually you do finish this beautiful piece of him, and Obito cries. You made his scars tolerable and beautiful with your mind’s creativity, he feels less self conscious about them, only a little.

Shisui:

Is the least normal about it when he discovered your sketchbook — more like snatched and played keep away. Had to fight him for it, literally. Will ask you to paint/draw him naked…many times lol and you respectfully say no... Not that he likes people to see him naked (ok maybe a little?) but he secretly hopes it might happen one day. It would be a private thing for the two of you, cause he wants that ass.

And when you do cave to his whim, just to satiate him. He’s nervous lmao. Had this oh so macho man idea of rocking a hard on but Shisui simply maintains his usual semi. It’s nice though, you make sure it’s extremely detailed..as he asked for.

But, ‘(y/n)… this is chibbi!!!’ Lol, jokes on Shisui!! He didn’t say how to draw his pp.

Itachi:

Is the most normal about it. Though he still will praise you every time you finish a piece and show him, he is still massively impressed. How does your wrist not get tired? …maybe this is why your hand jobs are so good. 😈 Just watching you try a new technique (pointillism, which is my favorite style) makes his wrist hurt. Enjoys when you ask him for ideas! He has lots of them! Mostly…obscure and derelict landscapes though.

Would not be opposed to having his portrait done, but it’s really not his style. He is disciplined enough to sit still but doesn’t see the value in it. Not until the final product is revealed, does he truly understand how important this piece was. You’ve captured his personality in a new light.

#madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #madara x reader #obito x reader #shisui x reader #itachi x reader #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha clan #uchiha family #uchiha headcanons

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crushedsweets · 7 months

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WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

#asks #creepypasta fanart #creeped #ticci toby #clockwork creepypasta #god i dont wanan tag #i give up #nina the killer #ill do my 3 and thats it.

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Spider-Man:Across the Spiderverse

I finally got to see the movie yesterday, so I thought I'd write down some of my thoughts:)

!SPOILERS! for Across the Spiderverse

The animation of this movie. Oh!My!Lord! I don't think that people realize how insane this is. I mean, the first movie already revolutionized animation but the second bro.

Talking of Animation:Hobie Brown aka Spider-punk. I read that they animated him on every 3rd frame I believe, so that he was different from anyone else in every way, even in his animation. He breaks the law in every way and that's such a nice detail

Speaking of details. The Trans-flag in Gwen's room and the BLM pin on Miles' backpack have my heart. It's such a little detail, but it's so heartwarming. Its a presentation that is definitely needed.

I was not ready for Miguel O'Hara or Hobie Brown or Pavitr Prabhakar. I mean, I already loved them from the trailer, but they were even better in the movie. Especially Hobie and Pavitr. I love how Hobie didn't wanna be part of anything in the beginning. He didn't help chase Miles nor did he try to force him to leave his father behind. He's just so awesome. And his style, DEAR LORD

speaking of styles:BEN REILLY lady's and gentlemen(and everything in between and beyond). Did ya'll see him!? He was even animated in comic style, that was so awesome. He was exactly like he always was, I love him sm man

Can we talk about how cute Mayday is. Like, I usually don't like children, but she is such a sweetheart and she's so strong already. I think she's gonna be a great Spider someday

Also, THE PLOTTWIST?! like, technically you could've guessed that Miles was never supposed to be bitten, but I never thought about it. WOLRD 42 EVERYONE. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING IN THERE!? MILES AS THE PROWLER!? OML!?!?!

Next thing, all the different spider personas. It was so cool, sometimes I didn't even know where to look at because I didn't wanna miss anything. There were so many and everyone was beautiful in every way. From T-Rex to Cat. Also, Game Spider-Man was featured which was such a cool detail. I think Miles's roommate was even playing the Spider-Man game. They really included everything you could think of.

Also, Toby and Andrew!?!?! Bro they were in the movie, so that means that Miles and the others could eventually be in the Movies of the MCU. I mean, it's kind of confirmed now that they know of that reality, since Miguel talked about Tom's Spider-Man and Dr Strange. I'm just so excited for what's to come!!!

I think that's all for now, but I am still flabbergasted by this movie and I think I'll always will be

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miss-atena · 1 year

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For @/s1mp-4-th3-m3nt4lly-ins4n3!

Creepypastas with an S/O who does Self Harm

Feat. Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Jason the Toymaker and X Virus

TW: self harm, blood, blades

Jeff the Killer

Jeff is quite used at seeing people who do that sort of stuff, having caught some of his targets like that on some stalking missions, but seeing you do it? It pains him, in a way nothing else can, not even Jane or Slenderman.

Normally, due to his schedule of work being nocturnal rather than during day, he will not catch you doing it, but that doesn't mean he will not do his absolute best to make you feel deserving of love.

He usually picks you up in his arms and spin you two around until you fall on the bed. He then will cuddle you, saying how gorgeous/handsome you are, how much he is happy to have you in his life, how you are his world, and some cheesy stuff in the middle to get a laugh out of you

Eyeless Jack EJ

Jack gets sad when he finds you did it, but as the place non oficial therapist, he will hear you and be there for you. Most times he doesn't know what to say or do, but he thinks listening helps at least a bit.

When he catches you doing it though, he will get quite a reaction. His smell sense is really strong, and the smell of blood in your room, your blood, makes he feel guilty of not being there for you. But he gets to you, talk as much as he usually does as a shy and reclusive guy, patches you up and makes sure to get his mask off the way so he can kiss you scars

That is something he often does to show affection. He kisses your scars. No matter the history behind them, they are a part of you. You and only you is what he loves, what makes him feel human again, so he won't trade you for the world, with scars and everything.

Ticci Toby

Not gonna lie, he used to do that too. He knows the feeling of it. The pain, the cries as an aftermath and everything. He knows it. So that's why it pains him extremely seeing you do that, or just knowing.

Not that he blames you, Toby is the last one to blame you for anything. It's just unreal to him that you would consider hurt yourself, because he sees you as perfection.

When he found you doing it, he actually panicked, and you panicked, and then you two were both panicking. Not a good start. But when he got his grip in reality again he will just pick you up in bridal style, put you on your bed and after bandaging you, he will pamper the ever loving fuck out of you.

He knows in his heart that if he ever got a blade again in a bad state, he would be like that, and he also knows that you would do the same for him.

Jason the ToyMaker

Jason, after some centuries, lost quite a lot of his humanity. He gets manners and all that jazz, but he doesn't understand the concept of relieving pain. He even apologized for asking it, but he needed to understand.

But as soon as the gears in his brain clicked as to why you were doing it, oh boy.

He would constantly ask if you were alright, if there wasn't anything stressing you, if he could do something for you, maybe grab you your favorite snack, anything really. He is already a quite suffocating man, but he went completely bonkers.

When he found you doing it still, he bandaged you and hugged you tightly. He felt a lot of emotions all at once. He didn't want to lose you. So he asked what triggered it, and by God if you say the name of anyone he will get a way of killing them. He does anything for you.

After a while, he will not be as suffocating, but still be very much a careful man with his emotions around you, and will continue to pamper you in his way, by acts of service and trying to talk it out of you.

X Virus (Cody)

Cody is complicated, really. He normally doesn't see other humans as equal to him, he has quite a complexity to his brain. But he sees you differently as anyone else. His love and devotion for you go beyond whatever is expected out of him and his cold and gruesome ways.

When he finds out about you self harm scars, he questions where you got them. Then why. He doesn't grasp why things that others say affect you as much as they do, but he utterly respects you.

But the moment he catches you doing them, that's when things get difficult. Like Toby, his first reaction is panic and patch you up, but after that he immediately goes to ask EJ for help. He doesn't know what he should do, and he is shaken by seeing your blood. He didn't like it, which is different than his normal reaction to anyone's blood.

EJ will help him help you, as a sort of counselor to Cody. Cody will do his best with you, and when you fall asleep, he will go to EJ, which will tell him what to do or to say to you

#creepypasta #ticci toby #x virus #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #ticci toby x reader #x virus x reader #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker x reader #headcanons #tw self harm #tw blades #tw blood

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