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KASTOWAY OFFICIAL TOBY DRAWING

OKKKK so I’ve never seen this anywhere and I recently just found it I thought I’d post it here because I have neverrrrr seen it before and I wanted to show it to other toby fans because this was so hard to find but yeah don’t underestimate my hyper fixation so enjoy y’all can sleep now

art credit goes to kastoway ofc

@diasartstuff suggested i draw him. never drawn a twink before...

For those of you who weren’t able to get 100% of the total solar eclipse today… I gotchu <3

had to draw him. … for nostalgia

crucify your local film major

Made these two ticci toby inspired wallpapers!

All pics from Pinterest

You mentioned you have a post on how Toby would be like if he had a kid? Can we see it? 👀

YES YOU CAN!

When his children are born, he’s literally twitching with happiness and excitement. He looks at his s/o holding his kids and just breaks down in happiness. Like crying happy tears. He kisses his s/os face all over and hugs them. He looks down at his children with nothing but love. His heart has never been so happy.

So if Toby had a kid I’d think he’d raise them about the same regardless of gender but I can name a few differences and how he interacts w them depending on gender

If he had a boy oh my god…it would be perfect for him. Toby is literally hyperactive and up beat so keeping up with a small boy would be no problem for him. I can see him chasing his kid around till they’re both exhausted. Toby’s also loud so I can see him and his son having random screaming contests. Toby and his son would definitely play ball in the house and break something and would quickly clean it up together before Toby’s s/o could find out. When questioned about something being missing Toby and his son would look at each other and shrug “I dunno…have you seen it,kid?” “Nope! I haven’t!” Toby definitely sees himself in his son and aims to be the father his dad never was. So when his son acts up, he doesn’t get upset or take it out on him. He takes time to actually teach him. They also definitely have eating contests together. Like seeing who can eat the most food the fastest. They have races, they play video games together, they wrestle. Just Toby being a good dad to his son.

With his daughter he only had one name in mind, Lyra. Toby loved her more than anyone just like he loves his daughter more than anyone. Her memory will live on in his daughter. The name just fills his heart with joy. Toby looks up YouTube tutorials on how to do his daughter’s hair, she has loose curls like Toby does. He also learns how to do her hair from his wife/ s/o. “Do you like this hairstyle, Lyra?” “Hmm I want the ponytail higher” “You got it! Let me find a tutorial” Toby lets his daughter paint his nails and put bows in his hair. Toby and his daughter bake together, sing together and go shopping together. Although she’s still a little kid with a lot of energy so Toby and her have races and run around playing ball in the house alongside her brother and Toby. Toby definitely sneaks her candy because she’s just so cute. Constant forehead kisses.

For both of them he teaches them how to ride scooters and bikes. When they’re older he teaches them how to fight. For his son he really ingrains in him to never hit a woman/ girl. Toby makes them dinner as best as he can or at least supports his s/o who is cooking. He has to look up YouTube tutorials on healthy meals for kids because growing up and up to a few years ago he was living off ramen and other instant foods. Toby gives both of them lots of hugs and affection because that’s what he always wanted as a kid. Him and his kids take naps together after they’re exhausted. Toby sleeps in the middle mouth open and snoring and his kids are on either side of him, resting in his arms. Toby lets his kids eat dessert before dinner, but is trying to stop because he wants to be responsible. He takes his kids to the park and chases them around on the playground. He made them a tire swing in the woods. He’ll do anything for them.

Toby definitely still has mental issues and mood swings but instead of letting his kids see that he’ll isolate himself and let his wife/ s/o take over for the day. He doesn’t even want to risk behaving like his dad in anyway. He doesn’t want his kids to see him as anything but loving and supportive.“Your dad’s not feeling well so let’s go to the park.” Toby is scared that he passed on some of his issues to his kids but even if he did, he’s going to love and support them regardless. Nothing in this world will make him stop loving them. Toby broke the cycle of abuse by just being a good dad. He rebuilt the family that he lost so many years ago. And he’s the man that he’s always wanted to be.

mx doodle heheh

: A Twinge of Thyme .

O2. The “Hosts”/ Proxies

Synopsis: One step closer to heaven, but falling down to hell after tripping.

General Content Warning: cannibalism/ gore/ cults mentioned in EJ, and abuse /BRIEFLY/ hinted at in Toby's.

Notes: I GOT TO YAP ABOUT TOBY, TODAY IS A GREAT DAY PEOPLE... (I love this man so much)

One step on the moon, one leap for Tobias Erin Rogers, or whatever that guy said.

Kate is still a WIP because I need to replay Slender: The Arrival and check up on her story again to get a gist of her character, and Brian is a WIP because even though I watched Marble Hornets I was not paying attention whenever that man was on screen. (I'm just a girl who was trying to see Tim Sutton play a character who is NOT having a field day.)

I didn't add Kate because the only thing I have on her is "the third to join" 😭, I CAN'T LOOK LIKE A COOL AESTHETIC CREEPYPASTA BLOG IF I CAN'T EVEN WRITE A FULL SENTENCE ABOUT MY INTERPS !! 😡😡🤬. (I'll add her once I finally manage to get more of an idea of her character/ where she is in the story and manage to write a full sentence about her.)

The “Hosts” of The Operator consist of:

Jeff The Killer

Tim Wright/ Masky

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie, (WIP!)

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

Kate The Chaser, (WIP!)

Eyeless Jack, (in the process of becoming a “host” is more heavily influenced than the others due to The Operator needing to rely on him more since he's the only one around with adequate medical experience to tend to wounds.)

Jeff The Killer

The fourth to join, after killing his family he fled to the woods in seek of refugee from the cops where he ended up abruptly being forced to succumb to “Operator Sickness” the longer he had to stay/live in the woods. 

He is sadistic, cruel, apathetic, selfish, and quick to anger. He is /not/ kind or sympathetic to anyone or anything, He does not feel bad for life or taking it away, he kills for the adrenaline rush of it all to see somebody’s misery/ suffering as he takes life away and for the /joy/ of it all. If you try to plead a sob story with him or how much you “relate” to him he’ll just laugh in your face and play with your emotions before eventually killing you off.

He used to play with dead cats and would kill small animals in their yard when he was younger, but Liu and his family would just brush it off as Jeff being a weird little kid- even when he began to become weirdly obsessed with forensic science and the study of murder and even gave Liu a dead cat once, they just brushed it off.

He likes the attention of fangirls and finds them amusing, (and they give him a /major/ ego boost.) But doesn’t care for them enough to spare them at the end of the day. He’ll kill anyone he runs into contact with, and fangirls aren’t the exception. He’ll just toy with them and flatter them, making them feel as if they're worth something- as if he cares about them before mocking them /cruelly/ in the process of doing so before eventually killing them off. The only reason why Nina is still standing is because she had a good enough survival instinct to run away before he could end her, making him /hate/ her. 

I HC that he struggles with Intermittent Rage Disorder, ASPD (Anti - Social Personality Disorder), and narcissism. So he is /extremely/ quick to anger, and his rage isn’t just a brooding teenager screaming at his mom to get out of his room- it’s a Molton, seeping, hot rage that genuinely kills/ threatens the lives and well-being of anyone in a general vicinity. He manipulates people who show interest in him to do his bidding before eventually cutting them off abruptly, dropping that he never cared for them in the first place. He’s selfish and only thinks about himself in every aspect of his life, including relationships and social interactions most of all.

If he approaches you, it’s because he sees something that /he/ can gain from the conversation- not because he wanted to just out of good will. He doesn’t care or spare other people’s feelings, only thinking about the joy/adrenaline rush /he’ll/ get out of something. He has a "bit" of a superiority complex of sorts, assuming he’s the most beautiful of them all. And that even if he carves into somebody to make them beautiful like /him/, he’s still the most stunning of them all.

Don’t even think about changing him, he doesn’t want to be changed- he knows what he’s doing is wrong, /he just doesn’t care./ 

He lives in abandoned cars in the woods, not really caring about settling down and finding a home- only on the run/ adrenaline rush that killing gives him. 

He has nobody close to him, and he doesn’t care for relationships- only himself. 

He hates The Operator and has fought against him countless times and will still do so, having not learned his lesson yet. He doesn’t like the feeling of somebody else having control over him, especially with how “powerful” he is, so even if the memories he brings back make him feel /hurt/ with an ache in his chest occasionally, he’ll continue to fight.

He’s generally around 28 in my au/interp, (to make him fit into Nina’s story. I originally was going to make him mid 30’s- but eh, fuck it we ball.)

Tim Wright/ Masky

The first to join, during the set of Marble Hornets he was practically struggling with the “Operator sickness” (the influence/disease caused by The Operator), and infected Brian in the process due to them being best friends and now also being forced to be around each other due to filming. His licensed schizophrenia not making it any better/ and making it easier for him to fall under the influence. 

Masky is an alter ego in a sense, Tim is not conscious at all of whatever Masky does when he “fronts”/ takes over. He struggles with Dissociative Amnesia which means he completely forgets what happens in the time Masky “fronts”, he forgets the murder he committed and is left with the afterglow countless times- forced to look down at bloodied hands with shaky breathes and widened eyes. 

Masky was made in a way to sort of cope with Tim being a “pushover” various times throughout his life/ when it came to Tim easily accepting his fate under The Operator. Tim didn’t bother to fight, he was scared and just let The Operator slowly take over him and form, thus making Masky form in a rebellious manner to “combat” against The Operator- just to be broken down psychologically and forced to work under The Operator.

Neither Tim nor Masky like The Operator or “obediently” work under him, they both loath/ hate him and just work under him in fear of what the being can do to them/ fear of completely losing a grip of themselves. They don’t like working for him, they just fear what would happen to them both if they didn’t and pulled themselves out. 

Tim isn’t nice, he’s sympathetic to a /certain/ degree- but he doesn’t show it, /at all./ He’s socially awkward and keeps to himself in the internal fear of affecting anybody else to succumb to The Operator Sickness like he did to Brian, to /everyone/ on the set of Marble Hornets. He blames himself for what happened is practically filled with self-loathing, but hides it well by a rough exterior- barely even flinching at any gore as he lazily smokes on a Marlboro Red. 

He’s cold, but awkward all the while- and cuts straight to the point, ending any conversation as fast as possible efficiently with a /severe/ resting bitch face. He can be snappy and quick to anger, not bothering to yell/ start an argument. 

He doesn’t have anyone close to him, only co-workers and enemies, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. 

Masky is /cruel/, sadistic, and apathetic. He doesn’t spare any sympathy and is cruel and teasing/mocking while doing so, he doesn’t shed tears with pleading victims- he only finds a profound /amusement/in their suffering. He’ll happily grin and laugh in your face if you’re pleading for a sense of sympathy or crying about your dead family. 

His tactics are /brutal/, he’ll use anything he can get his hands on as a weapon- he’s self-sufficient in that manner and he won’t even bat an eye if some intestines come spilling out. He is /not/ the “host” you will be getting a sense of humanity from, he treats your suffering like a toy he finds great entertainment in and finds genuine satisfaction from hurting people. 

He’s like a robot completing a mission, and /nothing/ will make him stop a mission once he picks it up.

Unlike Hoodie, he kills just to kill without meaning.

He lives in a busted-down Cabin that’s a part of the inner woods/ depths, as close to The Operator as humanly possible without him going insane so he can be at The Operator’s every beck and call- The Operator relying on him more considering he’s the first of the group that The Operator “influenced.” He doesn’t like it and complains about it, but can’t do anything to fix it.

He is not friends with Hoodie/ Brian, the duo after having a fallout after Tim pushed the man out of a building/ window/  nearing the end of Marble Hornets. 

He’s in his mid-30s and has a beard growing from months of not shaving due to guilt/ depression.

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie (WIP!!)

I’m good at reading Hoodie’s character, but not so much of Brian’s yet. So unfortunately for the time being I’ll go more into depth on Hoodie’s part, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. 

He’s second to join shortly after Tim, being quickly affected due to him being best friends with the man- especially since he spent so much time by the man while he was being affected.

Brian hates the idea of Tim/ even the mere topic of the man being brought up, and Hoodie is the same way and feels the exact same way about Tim/Masky. The memories are too bittersweet, he hates Tim for what he unknowingly caused and misses the life that they had before The Operator happened- but still misses the man. They were best friends, after all. 

A sick part of him feels like Tim is the only one to understand where he’s coming from, and he might even try to make contact with Tim when he feels like this. But then pauses and remembers how much /damage/ Tim/Masky caused and stops himself and goes right back to hating him. It’s a miserable cycle he goes day by day, but he can’t find himself getting a clear grip on his emotions anytime soon.

Hoodie hates The Operator, and so does Brian and they both do anything in their way to rebel/ go against The Operator. Their only goal is to kill Masky or at the very least Tim. 

Eventually, Hoodie was forced to give up after a particularly grueling fight that cost him his life and he was forced to begin working directly under The Operator. And although he is still plotting against The Operator, he isn’t as open about it. 

Hoodie is /manipulative/, he doesn’t speak and is generally a selective mute. But if the situation calls for it he knows just exactly how to turn on that Southern charm that makes anyone /swoon/ into talking too much and giving him the information he needs. He isn’t empathetic, and although he is a /tad/ bit sympathetic- it isn’t generally enough to make him care about what happens to you at the end of the day.

He's an instigator, he gathers as much information on you as possible and follows you around to tip you on the edge of paranoia before handing out anything he gets on you to The Operator. He doesn't kill unless The Operator asks him to and is more so just there to push the victim further into The Operator Sickness/ just to let the victim know that they're being watched.

THAT’S ALL I GOT- I’M WORKING ON THEM STILL. I’M SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! 

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

The last to join, he’s just 26, verging on 27 in the present day. He succumbed to the “Operator Sickness” during the weeks leading up to Lyra’s death, only to become easier to be influenced the longer the weeks stretched by after Lyra’s death. Eventually, when he snapped and killed his father- he was already too far gone and completely affected by the “Operator Sickness” and succumbed to being a “host” easily the second The Operator showed up to save him from the fire.

He isn’t kind, he’s /extremely/ hard to get along with. He’s not waffle-obsessed, “Hey Masky!” Childish idiot who somehow managed to become a “host”, he’s /brutal/, analytical, and is a genuine threat to anyone who comes across him. 

When he was 17 and freshly joined the “Hosts”, he was naive, I’ll admit that. He genuinely believed that he could gather The Operator’s praise as long as he did what he wanted and thought that he could consider The Operator as a father figure. But upon working for him longer, he soon slowly begins to realize that The Operator doesn’t care for him at all and can easily replace him- slowly making him loathe and eventually form a hatred for The Operator.

He hates how dumb he was, he hates how The Operator stole away his past and he can’t remember anything about it. But when he /briefly/ remembers his past because The Operator /wanted/ him too, he hates it and just desperately wishes to forget it all again.

He doesn’t like working under The Operator, but he stays working under The Operator due to fear- fear that he’ll be forced to remember everything again, he /wants/ to remember, but he can’t ignore the array of emotions he feels when he finally does remember and he /hates/ that. 

He hates feeling weak in general, after possible years of feeling weak- for once he wants to be the top dog, the brute that everybody fears.

In his teenage years, (17-19) he was childish, dumb, and playful- but as the reality of the situation began to dawn on him and he realized just exactly how The Operator couldn’t give a shit about him, he began to change. He began to become more cold, realizing now that he could die at any second and he could be easily replaced- the fear dawning on him as he began to harden and grow to be more /brutal./

He’s /crude/, sadistic, and playful- but being oh-so-/cruel/ while doing so. He treats it like a cat and mouse hunt, and the cat /always/ wins- he’ll tease you and play along about not your hiding place, already knowing he knows /exactly/ where you are. It’s just one big game to him.

His sense of humor is morbid and dark, he’s awfully sarcastic and sounds /mocking/ while doing so- he doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings or not and might even snicker like a little shit if he sees you shedding a tear as he continuously /mocks/ you for every single thing you do. Sure, he’s a /little/ bit more empathetic than the rest of the “Hosts”, but not by much. He might narrow his eyes with a twinge of his brow as frowns upon hearing you vent about your abusive relationship/ friendship and will seem generally sympathetic but he won’t do much to help save you and will still kill you at the end of the day.

He’s hard to get along with, and if you say something in even the slightly wrong tone he’s quick to start an argument. And it’s not a rebellious teen's anger- no, his anger can parallel Jeff’s from how /enraged/ he gets. It only gets worse if he feels like you’re teasing him for it, after all. He screams and yells until his voice cracks and his throat aches, he swings his hatchets around like a madman- bloodthirsty and maniac as he looks at you as if he wants you dead. 

He does this because he doesn’t like feeling /weak, he doesn’t like the feeling of being picked on- he doesn’t like being seen as anything else other than a big dog. He wants to feel /worth/ something, so he does it by feeding into a power complex that he’s only worth something if he’s strong or a top dog in a big power ring. 

So even if he doesn’t like lashing out like /somebody/ he can’t even remember and practically physically recoils at the memories, he can’t help himself from lashing out when so overwhelmed by the feeling/ emotion of being /weak/ he ends up getting lost in his emotions while doing so.

He’s generally a loner and prefers to stick with the friends he has and doesn’t care or need to make more. He likes the friends he has already and wouldn’t bother changing them. (Not to mention that he isn’t a fan of socializing either). He wants to be loved, and he yearns for it like nothing more- he just can’t get it because of his mindset of acting like a rabid dog to the hand who tries to help. 

He already went through too much, and he can’t be changed because of it because it permanently altered his mind of thinking. He literally /can’t/ change because it’s all he’s been taught. 

Even if he doesn’t remember his past, the damage is still there and done- and even if he can’t know or remember /why/ he exactly acts this way. But all he knows is that he /needs/ to act like it.

He has a cabin deeper into the woods of Rosewood Park that verges on the line of The Operator’s territory, but he usually just ends up crashing at Clockwork’s place anyway because it’s “nicer.” 

He does NOT like having to live around The Operator 😭😭‼️

Sorry, I couldn’t help yapping about Toby- he’s my favorite, ugh. 

Eyeless Jack

The fifth to join, he was originally just an “influenced”, but the more proxies The Operator started to gain, the more he realized he needed somebody in the medical field to tend to his proxies who just kept on getting hurt on missions. (Especially Jeff, despite the man /refusing/ any help- his ego too big to admit somebody great like /HIM/ needs to depend on anybody else.)

Eyeless Jack was the first for The Operator to rely on, the man having been majoring in human physiology and having adequate experience before the “incident.”

The more he hung out around The Operator and his “hosts”, the more he got affected by The Operator's sickness- eventually resulting in him where he is now, slowly but unknowingly turning into a “Host.” (He’s aware, he just decides to bury it down and not focus on it too hard in denial about the whole situation.)

He is controlled by the demon inside of him, not the other way around. I repeat, /he literally cannot control his own body./

I HC he’s possessed by the demon/ entity of a Wendigo, his hunger is literally /insatiable/ and he’s always hungry and greedy for more. He’s not one to be around, especially if you’re just a mortal because nine times out of ten he’ll eat you, or at the /very/ least get a nibble out of you or an organ to feast on later.

Even when he’s himself and isn’t /completely/ bloodthirsty, he needs to have an organ supply on him 24/7 (especially when tending to a “Host”) or else he will eat everyone in the room and even bits of himself if he can’t solve for his hunger quick enough. 

At random times, he can become /very/ bloodthirsty and hostile seemingly for no reason at all. He can be hanging out with you, silent as usual before all of a sudden tackling you and ripping off your ear for just a /small/ nibble to tend to his insatiable hunger.

When he isn’t bloodthirsty though and is more so of “himself”, he’s a loner and tends to stick to himself. He’s quiet, calm, and collected- nonchalant and straight to the point and wants to get most social interactions done as quickly as possible. He can come off as monotone and bored without even trying it, and even if it isn’t his intention- it just sort of happens, not that he cares about it.

He doesn’t care for making friends and genuinely doesn’t want to, he finds solace in his life when it’s quiet- and although he does find himself lulling occasionally about how /nice/ it would be to have somebody there, to feel /human/ again, he knows internally that he can’t have it due to his hunger. So he avoids the topic completely or ignores it and buries it deep down. 

He lives in a busted-down abandoned cabin somewhere along the North front of The Operator’s territory and is 28 years old. 

He doesn't really have a sense of sight and it's all muddied/ thermal location, so he has to rely on hearing for the most part. He can see /slightly/ better at night, but it's still not good.

Pov you're cooked

["Are you lost?"]

Ticci Toby🪓 x GN!Reader (Smut)

Not a request but I'm bored and wanna write something... Idk man. This is definitely going to be way longer than my headcanons because this is an actual story so yk.

18+ Warning

This content includes: Choking ig, Slight degrading, Hatchet fucking (if ykyk), It's one of those "I'll let you fuck me if you let me go after" type things, Dom Toby, Blood kink, kinda public? (Like, you're in the middle of the woods but...), Reader is way to horny lmao, Reader also has a pussy because it's easier to write for me (no gender mentioned tho).

It was a cold, late night. You had been walking through the woods for hours, completely lost. Maybe if you didn't decide that it would be a good idea to go off the path to find cool trinkets and animal bones you wouldn't be walking through the woods feeling like something was watching you. It wasn't all bad though, you did eventually find a lake in a clearing, you could finally see the moon again. The lake was peaceful and still, a small breeze passed by as you stepped out into the moonlight. You sat down on a rock next to the water, still unable to shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. Little did you know that you weren't being watched by an animal, in fact the person was hiding in a tree nearby. He watched you as you sat down on the rock, staying as still and silent as he could.

He had picked you as his next target, you looked so small from up there in the trees, he couldn't just let you walk out of the woods unharmed. He slowly climbed down from the tree he was in to get a closer look at you. He began to walk towards you as you closed your eyes and sighed loudly, it was clear that you were stressed about being lost. You didn't hear him approach as you were to in your head thinking to hear him.

Finally he was right behind you, he tapped you on the shoulder to let you know he was there. You quickly whipped your head around and scrambled away from him, almost falling in the water as you did so. You looked up to see a scrawny looking man holding what looked to be a hatchet standing over you, he had a mask and goggles covering his face and a hood over his head. His head twitched and your eyes widened as he took a step closer to you, kneeling down and wrapping a hand around your throat. He tightened his hands around you only to immediately let go after the word "H-harder-" slipped out your mouth.

"W-what the ff-fuck?" He said, staring at you with a concerned look on his face, you couldn't see it though since his mask was in the way. "W-what the fuck is wrong with y-you?", you paused for a moment, he took a step back when you didn't respond. "I guess it doesn't matter n-now does it? You-you are going to d-die anyways.." he said with a sadistic look on his face. You looked up at him with a strange look, you were clearly embarrassed from what just happened and didn't really know what to do about the situation you were in. "Wait wait wait! Can't we figure something out?" You stammered. "Like-like what?" He said softly, his voice sent a chill down your spine causing you to blush slightly. This put a very... Interesting image in your head. "Uhhh- you could uhmm..." You sighed, knowing that you were probably going to regret suggesting this "I'll... I'll let you.. fuck me?" You said nervously, your face clearly a bright red. His eyes widened as you said that, clearly intrigued by the idea. "Hmm, You sure you want that? You don't even know my name and you wanna fuck me?" He slowly pulled his hood down and his goggles off, he had hazel eyes and dark brown hair. "If I do will you let me go?" You asked, clearly terrified of him rejecting the offer and killing you.

"Fine, on one condition-"he said, placing his free hand under your chin and tilting your head up,"-you can't tell anyone about this..", you agreed, face still red from asking. He smirked at you and removed his mask, you immediately took note of the large gash on his cheek. "My n-name is Toby, by the way.. feel free to ss-ay it as much as you'd like while we do this~". You basicly died when he said that, reality was going to hit you like a ton of bricks after this but you didn't care.

He got back down to your level as you were still sitting down on the rock, he crawled towards you and lent you a hand, gesturing for you to take it. Once he had ahold of your hand he pulled you in closer to him, he put his hatchet down beside him and held you in his arms. He let out a small laugh as you looked at him, you seemed tense, unsure about how to feel about the whole situation. Toby knew this, so in an attempt to make this a bit easier on you a bit less tense he kissed you. No hesitation whatsoever, he just kissed you. You closed your eyes and leaned in, you wanted this. The idea of the man you were kissing being a literal murderer was reaching out to the most depraved parts of your mind.

He started to become more needy as the kiss continued, he pulled you in tighter, feeling you up through your clothes. He pulled away and started to pull your shirt off. You didn't struggle, Infact, you helped him. Toby seemed confused by your sudden change in mood but he didn't complain. He pushed you onto your back and kissed your neck, causing you to moan at the feeling. "S-so nice, such pretty s-ounds~" he whispered into your ear, "w-whats your name.. I f-for-got to ask y-you...". You looked up at him and said your name, "Such a nice name~" he muttered as he nuzzled into your neck. He began to kiss your neck, nipping at the skin trying to find your more sensitive spots. Finally you let out a small whimper letting him know that he had found it. He began to bite and suck at the skin, listening to every little sound you made.

[Small Time Skip]

You two had been like this for a couple minutes now when you felt something tug at your belt, Toby had started to undo it. He finally let go of your neck so he could take off your pants. You looked down as he finally got them off, you gasped loudly as he began to rub your clit through your panties. "H-holy shit, how are you th-this wet already? Y-you fucking slut, you wanted th-is to-to happen didn't you.." he smirked at you as you squirmed under him. He moved his hand away making you whine at the lack of friction "Answer me o-or I'll st-stop!" He shouted. You quickly nodded, "Yes, I'm a slut, I wanted this to happen~ please- just keep going~". This answer obviously pleased him one way or another because he began to pull down your panties and suck at your clit. "Fuck- T-toby~" you moaned loudly as pulled your thighs up onto his shoulders and started to eat you out. You continued to moan and whimper as he did, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him in closer.

Your body was so warm compared to his despite your lack of clothes. He could feel your thighs squeeze his head as you inches closer and closer to your orgasms, you were so close that you had started to shake. Just as you were about to cum he took his mouth off of your pussy, leaving you uncomfortable as the cold air touched it. "Why'd you stop..." You whined at him, "I wanted to see your pretty face~" he seemed to like the anger and pain in your eyes. "Don't worry, you'll feel full again soon.." He sighed, picking up his hatchet from the ground. "Calm down sweetheart, I'm not gonna kill you.. I have a better idea~" the sadistic look in his eyes set you off a bit. You watched him move over to the water behind you and dip the handle of the hatchet in the lake, slowly taking it out and wiping the water off with his sweater. "Hold this." He demanded, holding his hatchet out to you, you held it in your hands as you watched him pull his now damp sweater off of his body.

He took the hatchet back, "You ok there? You seem nervous again..". A stupid question really, of course you were nervous, he looked like he was about to kill you. You nodded your head, "Yeah... I'm fine..". Toby crawled on top of you again and lined up his hatchet with your hole, that's when you realized what he was doing, "I really don't need you getting pregnant on me.. after all, I did say not to talk about this with anyone.." he smiled at you.

You arched your back as he began to slide it in, trying your hardest not to moan. You could feel every little detail of the wooden handle as it entered your body, he slowly began to pull the handle out of you and back in again. "That hurts-" he ignored your crys and continued, taking off his belt and pulling his own pants down. You watched him touch himself as you continued to cry and whine from the pain, he seemed to be getting off to it. Soon enough the pain turned into pleasure as your body got used to the hard wooden handle inside of you. He began to rub himself against your clit, you could tell he was hard, it was starting to affect him too much. He continued to rub his dick against you as you whimpered from the feeling, the handle was too hard, too big, and he really wasn't helping with the overstimulation by rubbing against you. Toby placed his free hand on the back of your head again, watching small tears run down the sides of your face from the overwhelming feeling of the hatchet. He began to kiss you again, it was much slower, much softer than the first time. You gave into the feeling and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer.

You both continued for as long as you both could handle it. You had placed a hand on his hardened dick and had been jerking him off for a couple of minutes. Finally he came on top of you, he moved his body up a bit out of your reach to watch it slowly drip off of you. Toby had finished, but you were still chasing your orgasm, he could see the pain in your eyes so he decided to do something to ease the pain. You groaned as he pulled the hatchet out, it had a small amount of blood on it now from how hard it was and how much it was stretching you out. You watched as Toby licked the blood off of the handle, his face had a noticeable blush on it, clearly he had been enjoying himself... He was also enjoying the blood a bit to much, maybe he had some kind of a blood kink? You didn't bother to ask him as he placed the hatchet back on the ground.

"Toby? What are you doin-nghh~" You moaned softly as his tongue touched your clit again, it was a nice change from the hatchet, much more soft and warm. You could feel his tongue work through your folds as he licked and sucked at your pussy. It felt like heaven as he licked up the blood that had been slowly dripping out of you. Did it hurt? A little... Did you care? Not really.

He eventually managed to find a sweet spot that was closer to your entrance and began to attack it with his tongue, soothing the pain as best he could. He let go for a moment and placed a finger inside of you and began to move it in and out only to return to your clit so he could still taste you, so wet, so sweet. You squeezed his head in-between your thighs and finally came undone. A wave of euphoria washed over you as he continued. A couple seconds later he finally stopped, he was pleased with how the whole thing had went.

He dressed you and put his sweater back on, picking both you and his hatchet up off of the rocks, carrying you out of the woods. He placed you down next to a tree near the path and sat down next to you slowly falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up peacefully, it was a Saturday so you did have any work. You felt a small pain in your abdomen as you stretched your body, looking over to see Toby's sleeping form next to you. The memories of last night came flooding back to you as your face went red... Did you regret it? Not at all.

HOLY SHIT!! (⁠┛⁠◉⁠Д⁠◉⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

I almost lost this whole post over a notification about penises and I really don't know how to feel about that....

Idk, hope you enjoyed it!! -Fizz

I'm sorry for asking this but could you draw Toby petting a Raccoon 👉👈(it doesn't have to be a finished drawing btw sketches are metal as shit :3 no pressure though you do whatever you want)

pet<3

he looks so wholesome compared to how i actually imagine him pfft--

Idk what these r called but i made one

my favorite piece at the moment

le starve

I made this on my phone. Hope yall like it.

The Apple Tree by Dante Liu

Art by Audrey Rouvin

Part 4 babyyy

Ticci Toby - Clothing Hedcanons

~ Man do I blog a lot about Toby? I don't know, but I want to say one thing about what clothes Toby should like or wear! He's simply not the tidiest person but he has good taste in clothes somehow!

~ Firstly, he has a style, very Grunge (I hope he writes like that). A really cute style by the way, with lots of band t-shirts, or some random loose striped thing, he can really instill the emo style there by using accessories and listening to old emo songs!

C-where is my sweatshirt? I want to c-put him in today! ~ Toby

You've been using it for literally a week, I put it in the wash, you have several! Why do you look like this? You have to wash dirty things, for love ~ Y/N

He really isn't the best person to pick out clothes, clearly he just puts anything in front of him, and literally that's it! That was it, until next time!💪🏼🤓 - É isso até a próxima pessoas!🙌🤓

I feel like we don’t talk about how Creepypasta is deeply connected emo/ scene culture. If you read fics from 2016 back you’ll see that a lot of the “y/ns” are emo/ scene girls. Jeff the Killer especially was an emo icon which is why he’s a cute emo guy in a lot of fan art and has a lot of scene kid art style art. It’s no coincidence that Toby’s “theme song” back in the day was “Dont You Dare Forget The Sun” by Get Scared. Also no coincidence that Sarcasm by Get scared was the “theme song” for Creepypasta characters in general. If you look at me and other emo girls today we’re most likely like/ liked Creepypasta. To this day I remember all the mansion fics with emo girl y/ns. Also no coincidence that the character made to represent the fandom, Nina, is an emo girl or at least emo inspired and ppl draw her scene/ emo in fanart. Her and Jeff were always drawn as emo boyfriend and scene girlfriend. God I love how my two favorite things collide. Feel free to add on more stuff! This is off the top of my head. :3

Zouzou stretching out for the sunshine

Autumn by Yuan-远璟

О да

doodles

Let's help Tim to find Alex!

EJ🗣

GOD i can't believe i actually finished this. ponyo screencap redraw, ft zukka!

is she mewing ? I think she's mewing

gabby

cut that shit out