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I realized that in my first drawing that has him with sharks, I ended up making him a bit thin and that's a crime, I only realized now, my Eyeless Jack is supposed to be chubby and muscular >:[

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hiya! I saw a photo of you in your Ticci Toby jacket and was wondering how you did the sleeves?

I've been wanting to make a jacket so I can cosplay him for awhile but have no idea how to add the stripes on the sleeves 💔

For once I can explain this. I bought a good base colored hoodie off Amazon, the one I have is an XS cause it runs oversized. I took that one and went to many thrifts and stores and it took a good few weeks to find the perfect color matches. You’ll need two, preferably hoodie or thick thermal long sleeve shirts/jackets one a slight darker color than your base and one even darker than that to make the illusion of the darker stripe on the slightly different toned sleeve base. And the lighter stripe is just the same color as the base hoodie so I took each sleeve off all the hoodies and cut them into stripes, measured my arm length and width with other jackets that fit me comfortably and I sewed each and every stripe together using a stitch that inverts after turning it inside out. Therefore I had to sew each individual stripe until the pattern is complete and then I added the sleeve cuff at the end, essentially making the sleeve whole and then I sewed them both onto the hoodie base.

(I hope you can understand that I kinda can’t really explain.)

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Okay now wait a damn minute this eats??

TicciJack with what I've seen of your headcanons could kinda work? Chaos x order, one very emotional and "human" with the other practical and "inhumane". Jack using his senses and knowledge to see if Toby is fine, due to him having a hard time keeping himself in check with his CIPA. And Toby with his whole Hannibal Lecter-esque mouth guard/muzzle, maybe dipping his toes in some cannibalism, maybe them making out all bloody and messy and completely lost in it. Toby being so reactive under a monster's grip...

Just throwing those thoughts out to the world.

YES YES YES YES YES I LOVEEE TICCIJACK MY FAV

๑ Warning: Biting, blood, cannibalism themes

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TicciJack, as chaos versus order, human instinct versus animalistic control, flesh versus anatomy… it works, disturbingly well.

Eyeless Jack is cold precision—he cuts emotion off like fat from meat, treats his body like a tool, and his mind like a calculator. And then there’s Toby—bleeding at the seams, laughing through gritted teeth, nerve-dead skin and a heart that screams even when his face won’t flinch. Jack would see that disconnect instantly. He’s not sentimental, but he notices. He hears Toby’s heartbeat spike in his presence, sees how the boy’s body doesn’t align with its own signals.

Jack sniffs it out. The blood. The hormones. The burn of adrenaline. He might start monitoring Toby at first, clinically—“You didn’t feel that burn, did you? You didn’t notice the fracture. How many times have you convulsed today?”—but it becomes something else. Something obsessive.

Because Toby, with all his twitching chaos, his involuntary movements, his spitting and snarling under a muzzle, makes Jack feel. And not just feel—react. Toby drags something guttural out of him. Some dark, ancient instinct that isn’t for stitching but for consuming. They’re both unstable—Toby in a way that bleeds outwards, Jack in a way that hollows inward.

Imagine: A mission gone wrong. Toby’s a mess, glass shards sticking out of his hands, giggling about it while Jack pins him down just to stop the shaking. Jack’s black blood drips on Toby’s jaw. Toby licks it. Doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Jack stares. Breathes shallow. And then their mouths crash—bloody, sharp, completely disconnected from anything tender. Toby shoves Jack’s mask up. Jack doesn’t care. His claws graze Toby’s hips and Toby laughs through it, even as his jaw clenches and eyes roll.

Toby’s muzzle gets in the way. Jack rips it off. Doesn’t ask permission. He wants the bite. Wants the danger. Wants the boy to tear into him.

And Toby? He responds violently to affection. He feels safest under restraint. When Jack pushes him down, holds his jaw open, tastes the copper in his spit and murmurs, “You don’t even know when you’re bleeding, do you?” Toby shakes. Not from fear. From hunger.

And the best part? Jack doesn’t judge. He understands. He catalogues Toby’s filth like he’s dissecting a beloved organ—messy, vital, necessary.

It’s a dangerous balance—chaos and order, instinct and numbness. Jack’s hunger isn’t just about meat or sustenance. It’s about need—that gnawing void beneath his ribs that never quite quiets. He’s not a monster by choice, but by design, and the craving for flesh is written into his bones like scripture.

Toby, on the other hand, feels nothing. Not the sting of a cut, not the throb of bruises. Pain evades him. Always has. That lack made him reckless, made him a weapon. And it’s what makes him perfect for Jack.

There’s something almost sacred in the way Jack handles him—steady, careful, reverent. He never takes without asking, and Toby offers himself like a sacrament, a willing host. Because in Jack’s hunger, Toby finds control. In the cold pressure of Jack’s grip, the rake of his claws, the way his tongue drags over a shoulder just to taste skin—it makes Toby feel seen. Not broken. Not malfunctioning.

They don’t speak about it. Jack’s jaw clenches. Toby grins, half-mad. It’s not romantic. It’s not safe. It’s a ritual. A symbiosis.

Toby lets Jack sink his teeth to the point of breaking skin—just enough to satisfy. Enough to make Jack groan low in his throat, shuddering with restraint. Toby doesn’t flinch. Can’t. Instead, he watches Jack’s shoulders tremble, watches the monster war with the man.

It gets harder to define what they are.

Jack doesn’t call it feeding anymore. Not when it’s Toby. Not when it’s Toby who climbs into his lap without being asked, tilting his head to the side with that reckless little grin, like he’s inviting a bruise instead of a kiss. It’s not just hunger now. It’s need—something primal and ancient—but gentled by the body he cradles, scarred and twitching and utterly unafraid.

Toby doesn’t feel pain, but he feels pressure. Feels Jack’s fingers dig into his sides like he’s afraid Toby might disappear. Feels Jack’s mouth at his neck, teeth scraping but never sinking—never unless Toby nods. Never unless he offers.

And Jack asks now, even if it’s wordless. A glance. A hand resting just above a pulse. Waiting.

Toby answers with his body. Pressed close, obedient, brimming with unshed tension that has nothing to do with fear. It’s something more dangerous: trust.

When Jack bites, it’s never clean. There’s always blood, but never pain. Only the pull of skin, the wet heat of Jack’s mouth, the low growl that trembles through him like something feral barely held back. And Toby moans—not from hurt, but from the way Jack reacts. Like it kills him to take even a little. Like he’s been starving for centuries and just found the one thing he’s allowed to touch.

Afterward, it’s quiet. Always quiet.

Toby lays back, shirt half-ripped, collarbone marked with teeth. Jack’s face is smeared in blood, but his expression is almost…human. Guilt, awe, hunger all crammed into the sharp lines of his jaw. He looks like he’s praying. Or mourning.

“Did I go too far?” Jack’s voice is low. Rough.

Toby shrugs, eyes fluttering as the adrenaline fades. “You didn’t e-even feel me up, co-coward.”

Jack huffs a laugh. It’s a wet, tired sound. He leans down and licks the mess from Toby’s skin like he can erase the evidence, like he’s ashamed and aroused all at once.

“Yo-You’re sick,” Toby whispers. Not accusing. Almost reverent.

“I know.”

“Good.”

They don’t kiss. Not like normal people do. But when Jack presses his forehead to Toby’s, blood cooling on their skin, and breathes like he’s finally full, it feels more intimate than mouths could ever be.

Until Toby grips his pointed ears and forced Jack’s trio of tongues down his throat like a man possessed. Jack got his taste of Toby’s blood, now it’s Toby’s turn to have a bit.

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I might have a problem with adding song lyrics over my art. I promise…it’s for a reason tee hee anyways have Toby.

And my furry standing over spilled rice.

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redraw of toby in the reversed bear trap that i made ages ago

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Some slight lore art for him. It’s funny how he looks like the scary one when in reality he gets driven insane by this ghost lmfao.

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it hits in a way I can’t quite explain…

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PLEAASEEEEEUHHHHHH support mc :)))

Drawing of @foressfaction oc Leo !!

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🎧

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Leo I’m back and I’m going to draw you xox

Kicking my feet

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Yeah! It’s even funnier cause I was like “tbh it’s too hot for the turtle neck I’ll just keep the shirt I had on” this is lowkey so fire. I love the art and i double took like wait a damn minute no wonder that’s familiar it’s literally me

i’m obsessed with him

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Must be a coincidence but…

I literally cosplayed him in this outfit like a month ago I can’t make this up holy shit we’re genius

Yes the jacket does have fur on the hood

i’m obsessed with him

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I actually really like drawing over some of my own cosplay pictures to practice realistic features and rendering more :)

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Clockwork my beloved

ft. Toby being a dick

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I just wanted 2 draw them

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