#the type of anger that eats u alive because u don't have much else to your name... yes.

[wyverber]

Idk if this is apart of your hc but Toby and Tim Fatherly Bonding?

Interesting. It wasn't now it is.

Fatherly Bonding with Tim and Toby

Tim never had a Father figure (Orphan) but he is the Father friend in the Group.

(Ngl he would throw fists with Toby's dad if he was still alive)

So just imagine Toby being 17 at the time when Slender picked him up, awkward with conversation because he never really went to school and when he did he didn't have friends 😔. He doesn't even have smt to talk about, absolutely no hobbies at the time. Just a lonely Teenage boy. Even tho Slender did everything in his power to reduce the Mentally ill part of his mind he just doesn't know how to talk with people.

That's when Tim comes in. He knows how to interact with people like Toby, he was always the kid in the Orphanage who welcomed every new and scared kid and took care of 'em

The first thing he does his introduce himself to Toby, after Toby just stammered his name out he understood that he can't really just throw him in a Conversation.

(Toby was really social awkward)

So, acts of service is the go to for now, Tim is just making small things really!

Toby gets out of bed to work or to what ever that is he's doing? Tim makes his bed:)

Toby didn't eat in the last 5 hours? He makes him food and brings him a Glass of water every now and then.

Toby just said a quick and almost unnoticed 'thankyou' nothing more nothing less. Well that's not true, when he did something wrong or broke something he apologized like there was no tomorrow. Thinking he would get in trouble and that just broke Tim's heart.

The first time Toby spoke more than that was when Tim brought him some sliced up Apples for a snack BC dinner would take longer than expected.

"I don't like the skin from the apple" Toby said quietly. "Could you repeat that?" Tim said softly, the Boy looked at him like he was scared he angered the much older male, not sure if he should repeat that or not. "You don't like the skin?" Tim asked not sure if he got that right, the boy nicked and said "My Mother always tells me that's the healthiest part of the apple but I hate it" he stopped thinking if he should talk more or to stay quiet. "Okay, I'm right back!" Was heard before the older male grabbed the plate and got into the kitchen quickly peeling the apple slices.

From that day on two things happens the first would be Toby talking more and the second thing would be Tim finding out Toby is a really picky eater.

The first few conversations where just about food or rather food Toby hates or just doesn't like.

Tim loves to cook, he can relax while doing it and bond with Toby... So that's what their doing now. Cooking together. Brian always comments about Toby's (like U would say in German) extra sausage type of personality. Tim doesn't care about what he's eating and if it makes an Traumatised teenager happy to eat food he likes than who would he be to say no? Exactly an Asshole.

After a time Tim is not only Toby's friend and 'therapist' but also like a father, you have to know that Toby isn't a shy person he LOVES Talking, he likes cooking drawing and Beyonce! Tim can't explain how happy he is for Toby that he can be himself and that all thanks to sliced apples XD

Well that was if for now if you want more if Fatherly Bonding or something else please feel free to Request! I don't have Rules yet? So you can use that until I close this spicy Request thingy :*

#creepypasta headcanon #Tim and Toby Headcanon #tim wright #tim wright x reader #ticci toby #creepypasta #toby rogers #Toby Rogers Headcanon #creepypasta Headcanons #creepy pasta #marble hornets headcanons

[halcionic]

you burn. you burn, you burn, you burn; there is nothing more than poison in your ribcage and violence on your tongue, the sickly sweet taste of blood and smoke in the air.

this is your own making, you see.

waking in the grave isn't unfamiliar; waking to a world who doesn't know your name is new. you don't know your name, either, but a heart doesn't need a name to be complete.

your heart, instead of identity, fills with rage.

rage is a fickle thing, fleeting and fighting, always fighting, and it is a spark that dies out unless it's flamed and fed like a child on a leash.

your rage is your identity; it's your hands shaking in the dawn's light and it's your snarled lips at dusk; it is your name and it is what will go on your tombstone.

rage, of course, is beginning to seer away anything other than bone marrow from your body.

— about a hundred different ways to die, and this is what you've chosen?

#i love thinkin abt angry characters. love thinkin abt them so much. #the type of anger that eats u alive because u don't have much else to your name... yes. #terrible people i would never speak to but they r interesting characters. #cherri.txt #type [ rage ] #pretty in prose #ok to rb ig #rage ! rage ! rage !