#( &. interaction: erin )

[devilsxxharlot]

toby and tim share a car in my headcanon (more like, tim has a car and toby steals it, and tim’s given up trying to get him to stop).

so imagining toby getting mad at tim, probably over something ridiculous and insignificant, and fucking you in the car until the seats are covered in your cum. a nice little gift for the next time tim drives into town for smokes.

THERE I SAID IT!!

[bangchansrose]

from the depths of my soul i just know that if you tugged on a fistful of john walker's hair his attitude would be fixed immediately

[comingdownwithme]

CW: Mentions and discussions of intrusive thoughts, details of said intrusive thoughts

also not beta read and it's 6 am at the time of posting so–

"Tobes," Jeff said as he exhaled smoke, blue eyes averted to the cigarette fixed between his fingers, "D'ya think I'm a, uh, bad person..?"

"Huh?"

Toby blinked and stopped chewing his nail.

"Uhm, wh- what?"

"D'ya think I'm a bad person," Jeff repeats, louder, clearer this time, as he fidgets with his cigarette.

Toby let his words sink in, processing them, before he turned just slightly to watch the other teen from the corner of his eye. Jeff's hand over his shoulder squeezed faintly at the slight movement, an unconscious reaction under Toby's watchful gaze.

"Whu- Why...?" He asked.

"Jus' gimme a yes or no, Tob–"

"No. N- now t- t- tell me why."

Jeff pressed his lips close.

Neither boy said anything for a long moment. There was only the faint cacophony of the street life below them, melding together with the distant chirp of birds that flew over their small, suburban town.

Twenty minutes. That's all they've got left until the bell signaling the end of their lunch period rang. Then it'll be three or so hours until the two would see each other again with Liu in tow for their commute home.

So, as he brought the cigarette to his lips, Jeff decided it'd be best to just rip the bandaid off now than to let it worsen and fester later.

This isn't the first time he's been this vulnerable to Toby anyways, having felt as if he had pulled his ribcage apart to expose his damned soul under his careful eyes, nor did he think this would be the last.

This is just the first time the thought had actually scared him enough to think that maybe– maybe this was the last straw, the line he'd cross that would lead to the loss of his very lifeline.

Jeff inhaled, warmth filled his lungs.

He held that breath.

Then, he exhaled.

And he smelled smoke.

"I..." Jeff glanced up, meeting his best friend's dark eyes, before his gaze flickered down to his feet. "I've been thinkin'..."

"Damn, di- didn't know you–" Toby cracked his neck, "you c- could."

He couldn't help it, and Jeff let slip a snort. "Shuddup,"

Toby rolled his eyes before he elbowed him.

"Yeah, yeah, gettin' on with it," He huffed. "I've just... Sometimes these... thoughts come up."

"Th- thoughts?" Toby raised a brow.

"Bad ones, yeah..." Jeff explained.

Toby hummed, contemplative. "Like...?"

Jeff stared down at his cigarette, watching as smoke slowly rose from the burning end.

"I- I won't make fu- fun of y- y- you, if that's what you're think- thinking."

"Nah," Jeff blew a heavy breath, the scent of nicotine lingering on his tongue. "That's not what I've thought 'bout..."

"What i- is it then?"

"I've thought about hurtin' you."

Jeff let the confession settle between them, and he occupied his free hand by rolling the cigarette between his fingers.

He doesn't meet Toby's eyes when he continues.

"Hurtin' Liu too," He says, "An' mama, daddy... myself...

"I- I uh,"

Jeff's mouth hung open briefly as he tried to organise his thoughts, formulate his words in a way that won't cause his best friend- his only friend- to run off. He knew it was an uphill battle, but before he knew it, words spilled free from his tongue, desperate to pull the suffocating weight of guilt that's been festering, rotting inside him, off of his chest.

"When daddy took me huntin'– you weren't 'round here then, I was eight– I helped him hunt squirrels, had to hold 'em.

"He gave me one, a- an' I held it's limp lil' body in my lil' hands..."

The long, pale fingers that rested over Toby's shoulder flexed involuntary, squeezing the other boy's shoulder.

"I- It was..." Jeff paused, and he pulled in a shuddering breath. "I... I wanted ta crush it's head, hear it's skull crack open in my palms, feel the shards poke outta it's skin, and–"

"B- But did you do it?"

Jeff blinked.

Slowly, he turned to face the shorter teen, and after what felt like an entire lifetime, blue eyes finally met brown.

"Wha–"

"D- did you do it," He asked again, firmer this time.

"Fuck no! I wouldn't–"

"And w- would you hurt m- m- me? How about Liu? Your mo- mom? Dad?"

Jeff pressed his lips into a thin line.

An eye twitched before Toby simply raised a brow in response.

"I..." Jeff sighed. "N... No,"

"Then there's noth- nothing t- t- to worry abou- about."

"Tobes, I just told you I've thought about hurtin' you."

"And I knew you si- since I was– what? T- t- ten?" Toby broke his gaze and huffed out a laugh. "Jeff, you're not gonna hu- hurt me."

Jeff studied his best friend's face with furrowed brows as Toby's words settled between them. Despite the weight of Jeff's confession and the uneasiness even he felt at the mere thought alone, as the gentle brush of an afternoon wind ruffled brunette locks over his freckled cheeks, Toby met Jeff's gaze from the corner of his eyes and smiled.

"You're..." Jeff's mouth hung open briefly, eyes flickering to the floor. "Toby, you're so fuckin' weird."

"Yeah, yeah, sh- shut up, you've alr– already t- t- told me before." He huffed, leaning back against Jeff's arms over his shoulder, "Now q- quit the sad sh- shit. You're not a– a bad per- person, alright?"

"I'm..." Jeff sucked in a shuddering breath and held it. "I'm not... a bad person."

"See?" Toby's smile split into a full grin this time, revealing bucked teeth. "N- Now c'mon, I've guh- gotta keep telling you about how much o- of a piece of- piece of shit R- Richardson was e- earlier."

Jeff rolled his eyes, and as his own lips curved upwards into a small, unconscious smile, he held the shorter teen just a bit closer to his side, his cigarette forgotten between his own two fingers.

"Alright, what'd he do now?"

It was as if nothing happened. Toby still talked as if Jeff hadn't just admitted to thinking about hurting him. Hell, he shut it down quick and made him admit- accept that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as bad of a person as he had first thought.

He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Toby's words were only a bandage over an infected wound, that those thoughts aren't going to come up any less or get any better, any less disturbing. But with how he had talked- how he had believed in what he said so easily and with such nonchalance, even Jeff was swayed, willing to forgive even himself for even daring to think about hurting someone good, hurting someone like Toby.

It was just the two of them on that roof that one, cool afternoon, chattering away as the sounds of the surrounding town blurred around them. Jeff had never felt this light, not for as long as he could remember, and as he revelled in the easy flow of their conversation, unburdened by the guilt that would usually taint these small moments, he wanted to hold this one close.

A time where he bore his damned and accursed soul, and how a weird, freckled teen accepted him, all of him.

It was just the two of them on that roof.

Jeff, Toby,

And smoke.

He could still smell it.

It wrapped around his throat, clogging his lungs.

Jeff watched the burning visage of his own home, transfixed from it's front walkway. It illuminated the surrounding streets in a warm glow amidst the dark backdrop of night, and his skin burned with an unrepentant itch, nerves still alight as raw muscle and reddened skin were exposed to the cool evening air.

Whatever dragged itself out of the Woods' home- out of hell, wasn't Jeffery Woods. No, he wouldn't consider himself that, not anymore.

Whatever was left of that troubled teen died in the fires of that house alongside his parents, leaving the charred, burned remains of a deep, primal anger in disfigured, human flesh to watch as the place he once called home steadily burned in it's funeral pyre.

He knew who did this.

And as he pulled himself up, the small movement forcing a sharp gasp from his damaged throat, Jeff knew now for a fact that he wasn't a good person as he moved down the street towards three, distinct houses, fueled by an adrenaline and an anger that burned brighter than the flames he's limping away from.

May God save his soul.

And may his best friend- wherever he is- forgive him for what he's about to do

[okthatsgreat]

my ocs cant interact with canon because theyd get crumbled like tinfoil instantly

[saint-tibbles]

togame jo really is a sakura stan first and a person 2nd, and I have to respect that about him

[feminetomboy]

You all looked at Joui "I made out with a guy and a girl at a party once" Jouki and went "surely he wouldn't do that again"? Like cowards???

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I know a lot of you "don't go here", but if you like the art, I'm amazingly glad regardless! Fanart is art like any other and if you just think my silly little drawing looks nice, without even knowing the blorbos, that means the world to me <3

[480pfootage]

And now onto how Kate interacts with the other proxies... phew! got this out in time for crp day.. Included: Tim, Brian, Toby, Rouge

Before getting into all the others.. Since the proxy Kate spends the most time with is herself I thought it'll be nice to.. have how she treats herself first. After the circumstances of STA she rarely gets time to take care of herself anymore. It's always victim after victim.. She finds herself thinking her body expendable; her empty stomach will heal after eating itself inside out, her broken limbs will always regenerate. Kate just doesn't treat herself very well...

TIM

Tim often takes the leadership role in any relationship and it's no different with the proxies and or specifically Kate.

Especially since she's one of the younger proxies alongside Toby, he feels the need to take care of her.

Kate doesn't think much of it when Tim finds her collapsed somewhere and brings her back to the cabin Brian, Toby, and him live.. She's happy that Tim takes care of her, i.e. gives her some food, tries to get her to shower, as she interprets it as Tim slowly starting to accept being a proxy and therefore starting to see the Slenderman as the savior he is!

She likes it when the proxies are nice to each other too so she savors the pampering she gets from Tim when injured..

BRIAN

Kate and Brian don't really interact much.

Kate only "visits" the cabin when the Slenderman teleports her broken body nearby and Brian mostly stays cooped up in his room until "hunts"

it's hard for them to actually cross paths with each other.

Brian is also a very apathetic being, stuck between his limbo of given life and death, he can't really experience empathy unless it's for someone he truly cares about (see Tim or Toby on the occasion).

He had to quickly pull Toby from falling to the belief that perhaps the Slenderman is good when he spent too much time with Kate and also some other stuff..

They both mainly stay out of each other's way when necessary.

I'm sure there's been a time that Kate accidentally stole his kill, not knowing the other proxies were already on the victim

Brian definitely got pissy because of that..

He had to be dissuaded from being petty by Tim

TOBY

That is his best friend right there. Probably. Hopefully.

Toby immediately latched on when he first met Kate while on a hunt.

She's actually around his age! Do you know how hard it is to find proxies that you could actually relate with that doesn't treat you like a child...!

Tim and Brian do think that she's a bad influence to Toby. He's quick to do anything to please if it means that someone would tolerate him and that doesn't bide well with Kate's admiration of the Slenderman and Rouge.

He also started cannibalizing some victims because of her.. He just thought it was sick and wanted to try.

Kate appreciates his company whenever it's available, but she doesn't actively seek him out.

Kate makes him not feel bad about just wanting to kill sometimes. It's just more power for the Slenderman either way, if he needs to let off some steam on a random person then go for it!

The thing about Kate is that she rarely speaks above a few grunts. She may spit out a few words, but that's usually it.. Toby likes translating what she's thinking (mostly getting it wrong, but the sentiment's there)

ROUGE

Above all, Rouge is the only proxy still integrated into everyday society. (Tim and Brian may go into town, but that isn't often.. Rouge actually has a nice suburban house..)

That makes it hard for Kate to visit.. It's very upsetting for her..

Rouge and Kate are a little co-dependent on each other.

Out of the proxies they're the ones that actually believe the Slenderman does good which is what initially brought them close to each other..

It's very much a peculiar relationship.. Kate has mommy issues while Rouge is still affected by her miscarriage all those years ago.

Their relationship is built on spontaneity I would say plus Rouge herself is already a very brash person..

Rouge is another person that takes care of Kate's wounds and also buys her things to take care of her burns and cleans her and takes care of her haiirr... a lot of things

Kate looks up to Rouge as she's taught her a lot on how to just past the time. Whether that be wood carving (which she in turn taught Toby), hunting, cooking, kissing ah they just like each other a lot..

The only difficult part of their relationship is the fact that the Slenderman has Rouge patrolling the South while Kate's mostly situated in the Midwest..

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Yes I am dropping Arthur Lester and John Doe into a fantasy comic. I think it'd be good for him to interact with the 19/20 year olds (and the several thousand year old yet also a month old) who make up the Floof Squad. They should all compare notes on being a god/ primodial's favorite mortal and the issues that come from that.

Couldn't get this meme out of my head enjoy a quick and messy doodle

[inktoony]

Regressor/Caregiver!Tim Headcanons (+ Regressor Toby)

-> Due to trauma, Tim does tend to regress to a more simple mental state when under stress or to self soothe

-> it can come in many ways, depending on where and when it happens.

-> most times, Tim regresses to what "Masky" is. Very detached, and more fueled on instinct and emotion. His brain just cannot cope with the stress so it goes back to pure animalistic survival

-> However, Masky appears when he does not feel safe in the regression.

-> Brian is his CG

-> Brian can sense the shift in Tim's expression and immediately tries to get him to a safe place. That is usually his or Tim's bedroom.

-> Brian covers Tim in a soft blanket and looks over him, making sure he has enough water and even gives him a snack or two. All of which has to put on a tray, as that's what Tim is used to the nurses giving him in childhood.

-> he refuses any food unless it's on the specific biege tray.

-> He is aware that Tim has a habit of leaving, or getting into a Masky mindset while regressed, so he keeps him company and puts on a peaceful show or movie on his phone. He sits there with him, rubbing his back or petting his hair and remains there until Tim eventually falls asleep and tucks him in.

-> Tim finds comfort in Brian's supervision and makes him feel safe

-> His regression is non-verbal and he often uses sign language to communicate, which Brian learned to understand since they're fairly simple.

-> Tim also has a comfort snuggle blanket of a dog that is worn but he loves it all the same.

-> Tim also plays a part as a CG for Toby since he does it aswell. It's one of the many stuff they bond over

-> Toby's regression in contrast is very loud. He becomes rambunctious and wants to play with lego and eat with his hands. His tics get more vocal and he stims by making whistles and clicking his tongue.

-> Tim got used to it though, and always gives him a juice box and goldfish. He encourages it and plays pretend with toys with him

-> Tim finds it healing to take care of Toby and Toby finds it healing to be taken care of and having a father figure

-> Toby is hesitant to show that side of himself to Tim at first but Tim gives him all the time he needs and never gives him weird looks so he felt safe. Tim also helps Toby to gain more healthy coping mechanisms.

-> Toby's comfort items are a chewy necklace, made for adults/heavy biters, and a stuffed bear that he has a build a bear pyjama set for.

-> They usually sit on the floor of Tim's room, and prop up the phone to watch old let's plays to have as background noise as they play with toys or build legos.

-> they both tried pacifiers but Toby chews through them and Tim just doesn't personally like it.

-> on rare occasions, when they're both regressed, Brian sets them both on the couch and puts on a show to keep the occupied. Toby will build legos and try to be not as loud, at least until Tim falls asleep.

-> Jack even joins in occasionally to keep Toby occupied and encourage play that's a bit quieter.

[huntingformeadows]

First post..

Ticci Toby with uhm the killing moon lyrics yea this is so silly and fun guys wooo I love the song guys yeahhh

[devilsxxharlot]

assorted nsfw tobias rogers thoughts ;; MDNI.

wordcount: 630.

warnings: marking, overstimulation, predator/prey, mild sadism, blood, SELF-HARM (last blurb).

other: reader is gender neutral :3. also i kinda wrote this on the spot so his speaking style isn't 100% accurate (i.e, i haven't researched how to write his tics and stutters yet)! also x2, for the german, you should be able to right-click/select and choose "translate to english".

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➵ toby who's unfamiliar with having a personal relationship to something that arouses him. i imagine he might have explored porn over the years, but it was more out of curiosity, not any overwhelming urge to get off. but now, with you around, he wants it all the time. casually, intimately, in pieces, wholly—whatever way you're willing to give yourself to him, whenever you're willing.

➵ toby who's easy to get going but hard to stop. with practiced stamina and his CIPA, toby isn't slowed down by overstimulation or soreness like you might be. and, honestly, even if he was, i don't think he could help himself from begging for another round.

➵ toby who loves to make you cry. he loves listening to you sing for him, loves the way you jerk and shake and squeal when one round turns into three turns into seven. he doesn't believe you when you say you can't take it. if you couldn't take it, you wouldn't have opened your legs for him after last night. suffice to say, you've got to be into overstim to survive this relationship.

➵ toby who'll chase you through the woods and fuck you on the ground like an animal in heat. he genuinely never wants to hurt you, but knowing how your heart must be thundering as you weave between trees, well aware that you're at a disadvantage... he wonders if you're competitive enough to want to outlast him, or if you're so desperate you'd roll over and wait for him to pounce?

➵ toby who, after some assurance, can't stop himself from biting you. who, when he sees you the morning after, bruised and aching, can't help but feel a swell of pride. it was his teeth that dug into your shoulders, your chest, your hips, and your thighs—his marks that he'd make sure wouldn't be erased.

➵ toby who welcomes any scars you're willing to give him. scratch your nails along his back and engrave a story about your love into his spine; bite his shoulder so he can let the dips of your canines permanently mar his body.

➵ toby who always ends up locking his fingers together with yours when you're having sex. he knows he's not capable of being the sweet, gentle lover you deserve, one who buys you flowers and a big house and gives you a family, but the gesture is romantic enough that, for a moment, it doesn't hurt so much.

➵ toby who whimpers and begs you for more even when he's domming, babbling sweet pleas like "p-please, Hassse, one—two more, a-and then we'll be done, pr-prom-promise. doing ssso good, baby, i know you can take it. you a-always take it. can give—give me t-two more, right, baby? zu gut z-zu mir, du bissst zu gut zu mir, Ha-Hase".

➵ toby who can never stick to cockwarming or trapping you against a toy. it's all just too much, too good for him to spend time tormenting the both of you when he could inside of you, making you scream.

➵ toby who always comes inside whether it's a good idea or not. maybe after he'll consider it a lapse in judgement, knowing that he'd be in deep shit if it ever caught—but in the moment, getting you big and round with a baby sounds like a damn good idea.

➵ toby who traces any self-inflicted scars you has, kissing and trailing his tongue against them until he could remember the shape and feel and length of each one in his dreams. and who, one day, decides you should match—so in the middle of a session, he untangles his hands from yours, pulls out a pocket knife from the bedside drawer, and cuts his arms into a messy, bloody mess, all while cooing and rolling his hips into you.

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don't cancel me pls /silly.

[k1ngscards]

ive been obsessed with this character..... the brainrot consumes

Fern getting bullied frfr

I hate the background but that’s fine.

[moeblob]

So in the base plot she isn't really mentioned but there is lore that one of the bartenders (James) is the work dad to the hot bartender. And he's got a girlfriend who is never mentioned by name. Buuuut in the Royalty AU there's a young woman named Erin who is hired as the new head gardener at the castle and while she is getting adjusted to the role, she has some assistance from someone she used to work with at the flower shop in town. And that's the hot gardener!

So basically, Erin exists more in the AU than she does in canon/base but I'm stressed and wanted to design her.

For those that are new/don't know my OCs, Hot Bartender (HB) will never be given a name. That's just him now. He's the hot bartender. He's got a huge crush on Paul (another side character). That's Erin's work son vicariously in main and her work son directly in AU.

[c0rrupt3dkitty]

little doodle of our oc cumsock :3

hes so silly X3

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

Y/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE WAFFLES!

Toby: You have GOT to be kidding me. THAT'S THE THIRD TIME TODAY!

Jeff: Good lord whoever made that headcanon that you're obsessed with waffles was a genius, I love these fans.

Toby: You mean the same fans who made that headcanon that you have no eyelids?

Jeff: ....never mind kill the bitches.

Toby: Exactly.

[thevividai]

The DryLands

# THE DRYLANDS

Want to venture the hills with CliffClan? Or perhaps scavenge the plains with SavannaClan? Maybe you’d like the easier life of a WildClan Warrior! Or perhaps you want to fight for survival and prove your worth by fighting alongside OasisClan!

Whatever you desire i guarantee The DryLands can offer it! We have Plagues, Interesting Religion, A Book Accurate experience but instead taking place in AFRICA! Experienced (yet few) members, A friendly community, And MORE!

Survive new threats like honeybadgers crocodiles wild dogs and more! venture new territories like the great expansion, The abandoned nest, And the flowerfield among many realistic african environmentsn And explore endless possibilities for your character!

All majors roles are OPEN Auditions for important roles will be required so DM me for a link or to AUD we are starting our group soon and we will start roleplaying Sunday at 6:30 CTD time (you can google what that is in your own time!)

You MUST be 13+ to join!^^

If interested DM me!

This is a LONG TERM CHAT BASED RP!

ROLES!

CliffClan:

Leader: OPEN

(Aud required)

Deputy: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Cat: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Apprentice: OPEN

(Aud required.)

OasisClan:

Leader: OPEN

(Aud required)

Deputy: CLOSED

Medicine Cat: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Apprentice: OPEN

(Aud required.)

SavannaClan:

Leader: OPEN

(Aud required)

Deputy: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Cat: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Apprentice: OPEN

(Aud required.)

WildClan:

Leader: OPEN

(Aud required)

Deputy: CLOSED

(Aud required)

Medicine Cat: OPEN

(Aud required)

Medicine Apprentice: OPEN

(Aud required.)

If interested DM me on discord at thevividai

This is a CHAT BASED LONG TERM RP!