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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FINEST MAN ALIVE MY WONDERFUL AMAZING BACK ARCHING BUSTING EVERYWHERE BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND TOBY๐Ÿ˜ป
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Letโ€™s just sayโ€ฆ heโ€™s getting a special present tonight๐Ÿ˜ˆ/j
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After so long...
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Toby losing his Voice Headcanons?
Toby
Toby's the kind of person, that when if he loses his voice he does all the weird stuff with it.
As he's in the progress of loosing his voice, his voice will continuously crack, and he will use this to his advantage of making people laugh.
But the downside is that if he actually gets angry, no one will take him seriously because he sounds like a pre-pubescent teen.
Ben puts him in a COD lobby for a makeshift social experiment but it just ends up with Toby making new friends because they all think this 11 year old is hilarious.
Even though he is supposed to be resting his voice, he keeps tearing it just to see how much better itโ€™s getting (itโ€™s not).
And by doing this heโ€™s actually making it worse, taking longer to heal. Because after all, he canโ€™t feel pain, so he canโ€™t really tell when to stop.
Jack resorts to putting duck tape over his mouth at the beginning of the day, and checking his throat after dinner.
This is the only way his voice will really heal, if he stops using it.
This is terrible for Toby, considering heโ€™s a chatterbox most days. So he resorts to slapping people to get their attention and writing things down on his notes app or a piece of paper.
โ€œYes, Toby, Jane is home today. No, I donโ€™t think she wants to play Uno right now.โ€ Slender says.
โ€œ:(โ€œ
โ€œAlright, fine Iโ€™ll go ask her for you.โ€
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Bloody Painter ๐Ÿ–ค
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๐™ฒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šฃ๐šข ๐™ธ๐š— ๐™ป๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ
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"๐š‘-๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ?.. ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž-๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š–๐šข ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ?"
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š˜ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š•๐šž๐šŒ๐š”, ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š›๐š˜๐š˜๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š›๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š’๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š›.
"๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข...๐š’ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š", ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š. ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ '๐š‹๐šž๐š' ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š›๐šž๐š
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š›๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—
"๐š˜๐š๐š. ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ-๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š–-๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐šŠ-๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ.."
"๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข?..."
"๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š˜๐š? ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ-"
"๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š!!"
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š›๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š™ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š–๐šž๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š– ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข๐šœ, ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ฐ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ! ๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š‹๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š.
๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š•๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐™ฟ.๐™ด ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š๐šข๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š—๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ณ ๐š ๐š˜๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐š‚๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š.
"๐šž๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข?"
"๐š™-๐š™๐šŽ๐š˜๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š›-๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š.. ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š˜๐š๐š! ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š˜๐š๐š!"
"๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข ๐š“๐šž-"
"๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŽ. ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.. ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ...๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ! ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŽ!"
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š–๐š’๐š... ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š•. ๐™ฑ๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š’๐š–๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐šก ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š˜๐š™ ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š๐šž๐š–๐š™๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š–๐š™๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šœ๐šข๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š .
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ฐ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐š˜๐šก: ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐™ถ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š™๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š” ๐š”๐š’๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š”๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š๐šŠ. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š™ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šœ, ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šฃ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐šก๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š . ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š“๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž '๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ' ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š. ๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šข ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข. ๐™ถ๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šฃ๐šข '๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š' ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ
๐™พ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.
"๐š˜-๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ?...๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ"
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š–๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š, ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘? ๐š—๐š˜? ๐™ด๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š‹๐šข ๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž
"๐šŒ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข... ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’-๐š’.. ๐š’ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š’๐š•๐š•..๐š-๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–."
๐™พ๐š› ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž
"๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š‘?...๐š–๐š–๐š”...๐š’๐š– ๐š“-๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š™๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š-๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šข๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š"
๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šข๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š’๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐šŠ๐š›๐š.
"๐š’๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข..๐š’ ๐š›๐šŽ..๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š–... ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข..๐š -๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐šŽ.."
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘. ๐™ณ๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ๐š•. ๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ. ๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ? ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š’๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ. ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐š‚๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ? ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š ๐šŠ๐šข. ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ; ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ. ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š”๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› '๐š–๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ' ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šก๐š’๐šœ๐š.
"๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›-"
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š›๐š– ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ..๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šž๐š• ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข. ๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š. ๐™พ๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–, ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šž๐š‹ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š—. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šž๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š”๐šœ.
๐™ธ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š๐š˜๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ. ๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š”, ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐šœ๐š‘. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š๐š˜๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜. ๐š†๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š”๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šž๐š™, ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š˜๐š›. ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š”๐šœ.
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š‹๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ, ๐š”๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š–๐šŠ๐šข๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š๐šข ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š‹๐š•๐šž๐š›๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐šž๐š—๐š—๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐šž๐š™, ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŠ๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•
* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Š* เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš* เฉˆ
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Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^
Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:
A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it ๐Ÿ™ƒ Iโ€™m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested ๐Ÿ”ช This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.
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๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and itโ€™s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. Itโ€™s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if heโ€™s thinking.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Jeff doesnโ€™t keep you alive just because youโ€™re you - he doesnโ€™t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something heโ€™s not used to and doesnโ€™t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a โ€œgo to sleep~โ€ and sudden darkness.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Itโ€™s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. Itโ€™s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, itโ€™s clear to you that what you experienced wasnโ€™t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that arenโ€™t your own following you when youโ€™re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothingโ€ฆ
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you donโ€™t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks heโ€™s beautiful most days, and heโ€™s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that ๐Ÿ˜‚
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision ๐Ÿ™ƒ
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.
๐Ÿ”ชโ€ข But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.
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ninathekillerzblog ยท 5 months
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NINA THE KILLER YCH!!!
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draw your character here!!! ( click for blanks and backgrounds -> HERE )
but basically just draw any character (creepypasta or oc!) in the blank slot :)
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6soul6sucker6 ยท 9 months
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xiiaomii ยท 2 months
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BEN Drowned
Headcanons !!
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Disclaimer before someone comes for me.. this is all my au!!! No, I am not using โ€˜my auโ€™ as an excuse to be weird btw !! Majority of this wonโ€™t be canon in any sense and most of my account is nothing like the canon character.. so please donโ€™t use my blog as a way to get canon information!! Just thought Iโ€™d put it out there before someone shits on my posts because itโ€™s bound to happen soon ๐Ÿ˜ž
Ben is the biggest blue razz flavour lover, aside from Laughing Jack, anything in that flavour he will absolutely devour it. (Totally canon, Iโ€™m Benโ€™s left big toe)
He will sometimes forget to eat, drink, change clothes and shower to play video games because of how infatuated he is with the game he is playing.
Flirts with all his friends in a joking way, everyone is his โ€˜pookieโ€™ or something along the lines of that. Until he actually develops a crush on a specific person then he forgets his โ€˜flirting skillsโ€™ (that were never really skills, he just took some cringe pet names he overheard and started calling his friends them ironically).
Jokes about his trauma, you will rarely catch that mf talking about his past experiences in a serious, non-joking way. Doesnโ€™t matter how bad his PTSD could be, he will never get caught being serious. (Probably a massive cry for help, just doesnโ€™t know how to ask for it.)
Probably started vaping thinking it would make people in school like him, which it didnโ€™t, then ended up doing weed to feel โ€˜happyโ€™ with how everything was.
Sally is his little sister. Not biologically, he just kind of claimed her as a sister and she agreed since Ben is the only male in the house she can trust (since theyโ€™re similar in age range, Sally being 12 and Ben being 14 in my au).
RAGING aquaphobia, panic attacks and all sorts being near a certain amount of water he could be drowned in, not that anyone would do that to him again. Ben and Jeff was hanging out in the forest together once and Ben accidentally fell into a lake and started fully sobbing, first time he was caught crying by another creepypasta.
He was definitely one of them people with braces since the age of like 12 for having fucked up teeth, absolutely hating them and getting called train tracks at school atleast once a day.
Because he prefers to have longer hair, he probably forgot to cut his hair loads of times until he started to notice it turning into a bob hairstyle and cut it.
Grunge style, definitely called emo shit ton of times when he was alive and in school.
Somehow always smells of Lynx Africa.. (that one deodorant literally EVERY mf teenage boy has.)
Thanks for reading!! I really enjoy making head canons for creepypastas and seeing people genuinely enjoy my posts makes me so happy omg ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿซถ!! <3 Honestly, Iโ€™m 99% sure most of this fandom is built off headcanons anyways BUT Iโ€™m so glad Iโ€™m not getting shitted on for having some interests ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿซถ. Saying that, I know not much of this is canon in the slightest but Iโ€™m planning on writing a story for my AU where itโ€™ll make more sense soon!! <3 Also, might make a pt.2 for my Sally Williams head canons!!!!!!!!!
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koifly ยท 3 months
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James' full body creepypasta design!! 1. Pre incident, 2. post incident (I'm too lazy to draw his entire face all bloody, yes tragic ikik)
But I'm gonna write down his entire story down soon and post it:D
(If I hear a Chandramukhi comparison I'm gonna "Raa Raa" into your mum's clit. Several times.โ˜บ๏ธ)
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djs4nddisc0s ยท 28 days
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toby headcanons? :) sfw or nsfw I just live for him ๐Ÿ–ค thx!
sighhh Tobyโ€ฆ sighh my submissive and breedable malewifeโ€ฆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿค๐ŸŽ€
Of course, thank you for requesting<3! (All other asks in my inbox are being worked on btw! Remember, these are my personal headcanons, youโ€™re allowed to disagree and these also wonโ€™t relate too much to canon. Kinda โ€˜realisticโ€™. Not proofread.)
Toby Rogers sfw and nsfw Hcโ€™s!
(SFW)
Starting off with his looks I deff agree with how shatteredankles draws him. (their art is so๐Ÿ˜ป)
His style is like midwestern emo but with a bit of grunge
I like the hc of him being German, but I think he grew up in Colorado
However his mom still used the language, culture, food and stuff like that in the household
He has a small cabin in the woods that he lives in (sorry no slendermansion this time)
TERRIBLE trust issues due to his past
Craves physical touch but also is scared of it thanks to ole daddy-o๐Ÿค“ (ew cringe)
That being said he loves giving physical touch but since he canโ€™t feel pain itโ€™s hard for him to know if heโ€™s hurting you
He may not be able to feel pain but he can feel other sensations like pleasure or little tingles (he can bc I say so, fight me)
Smokes every once in a while but only weed
Picnic dates.
If you do your makeup heโ€™ll watch you with all the wonder in the world
Has even let you do it on him a few times
Pretty possessive, youโ€™re the only person outside of his sister and mother that has been so understanding and loving, the thought of you leaving terrifies him
Whenever you go out for groceries or with friends (which sadly is rare due to his attitude towards it) you have to text him with little check-in texts to ease his nerves
(NSFW)
About 7.5 inches
HAPPY TRAIL MEOOOOW๐Ÿ˜ป
He used to jerk off like a teenage boy in the middle of puberty
Once he met you (before dating) he would continue to do so but just to you
Pictures, voice recordings, even on call with you a couple times
Finally once you two started dating he could try the real thing
FEM! โ€œF-Fuckโ€ฆ your pussy feels f-fucking amazing..!โ€
MASC! โ€œSuch a g-good boy- shit! So goodโ€
HE IS A SWITCH AND YOU CAN NOT PROVE ME WRONGโ€ผ๏ธ
Mommy/Daddy kink no questions asked
I feel like most of the pastas would have a thing for chasing you through the woods to catch you right there and ravish you right where they caught youโ€ฆ just silly thoughts๐Ÿ˜‹
Heโ€™s deff be open to trying anything you like if it makes you happy
However he wouldnโ€™t want to hurt you too bad if thatโ€™s what youโ€™re into
Light degradation on both parts
Fucking AMAZING at giving head, youโ€™ll be seeing stars
If heโ€™s bottoming he can either be the most obedient youโ€™ve ever had or heโ€™s a pain in the ass brat.
I feel like even though he canโ€™t feel the pain from edging/overstimulation it still gets him worked up
Pull his hair while heโ€™s going down on you it lets him know heโ€™s doing good
WHIMPERS๐Ÿ”ฅ
If youโ€™ve edged/overstimulated him too much heโ€™ll either take control or start begging so pretty for you
Will do the same back as punishment if you kept going even if he begged
Tying your hands behind your back and PLOWING into you like itโ€™s the last time heโ€™ll be able to
Remember when I said he was possessive, yeah jealous sex comes from that
Also remember the makeup thing? Mascara running down your face turns him on more
Sighh I love my gf heโ€™s such a fucking loser freakโ˜น๏ธ
(I hope you enjoyed<3!)
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clayteland ยท 3 months
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ใ€Š Ticci Toby ใ€‹
In pixel art, because why not?
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Character by Kastoway.
ใ€ŠArt and animation by Claytelandใ€‹
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Hello, I hope youโ€™re doing well! I was wondering if I could request the proxies (separately) reaction to seeing their s/o all dressed up and absolutely taking their breath away?
A few hours late today, but they love you and they're all head-over-heel buffoons
Masky
He just
stares.
He's not a huge talker, or someone to express his feelings.
But staring will suffice.
And no matter how wind-burned his cheeks are, the blush never fails to seep through and pet at his ears as well.
Maybe he'll reach out to put a hand on your waist, and decide against it.
He wouldn't want to ruin any hard work you've put into this stunning art display.
His hand will ghost over your body, too afraid to touch you, but you can still feel the warmth of his love radiating from his hands.
His eyes won't leave you the entire night, and whenever you happen to glance at him, his eyes are always trained on you.
And no matter how much he's dressed up, Masky will always shut down your compliments and focus on you instead.
Hoodie
Immediate possessiveness.
He's always got a hand on you, holding you close to him even after your attempts to swat his hands away.
And he's just so touchy-feely, with kisses, gentle touches, hugs, fixing your clothes/hair.
He's head over heels for you, and you love that dopey look in his eyes that tell you so.
No matter how many times he mumbles ' I love you' into your neck as he hugs you for the 42nd time tonight.
Toby
Bro just starts weeping.
He feels so unworthy of your presence, your love, everything about you.
Toby is a blubbering mess trying to tell you how amazing you look, and how he's so lucky to be in love with you, and how the lighting is complimenting your eye color, and-
You stop him, and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek while he unceremoniously snorts his weepyness back into his nose.
You guide him to calm down somewhat, and you find that he cannot take his eyes off of you, admiring all of the little details you've put into your outfit.
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Zalgo's corruption is now an aesthetic
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ruexvn ยท 1 month
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Random:
Tobyโ€™s the type of boyfriend to always get in an argument with you when heโ€™s moody, most times he does it to watch you get riled up instead of just giving you silent treatment while he cuddles you because he gets a boost of affection knowing you argue back because you care
Ej is the type of boyfriend to bring you back dead animals and makes you sit and watch as he brings them to life the way he knows best. By doctoring, and your amazed every time, for now itโ€™s small animals, just wait till he pulls up with a dear
Nina is the type of girlfriend where she always gives you a gift, homemade always. If you have similar style thatโ€™s basically a wedding ring to her, mention the idea of dying your hair the same color and sheโ€™ll start planning a venue
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ghostgirl101 ยท 2 years
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Dating BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:
A/N: I've suddenly got inspiration to write dating headcanons/imagines for the creepypastas, soโ€ฆ requests are open, I guess (but I won't write smut) ๐Ÿ™ƒ This is based on the original first arc (The Haunted Cartidge) written by Jadusable, so there's no mention of Moon Children and BEN's still the antagonist and not a victim ๐Ÿ˜Ž I love writing for BEN Drowned... my fave Creepypasta ๐Ÿ™ƒ
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๐ŸŽฎโ€ข So, you found the Majora's Mask cartridge and started playing it on your N64. Everything about the game is horribly wrong, and there's the Elegy of Emptiness that keeps following you around. Wherever you go, he's following you, even if you don't notice - from the top of buildings, hidden in the shadows, or just straight up in your face. It's unnerving, to say the least. That, and the things he says.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข All too familiar lines like "You shouldn't have done that," and "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" but then there are other odd things on black screen scenes, like "There is beauty in your suffering, but there is so much more," and "You need me more than you'll ever realise..."
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข BEN kind of likes toying with you to see what reactions he can get out of you, as he does have quite a sadistic streak in him. But instead of just terrorising you until he gets bored and then going to find another victim, he enjoys just watching you, staring at you with empty, observant eyes. He watches you while you sleep for hours at a time, mesmerised and somewhat confused by what makes you stand out to him. It's not just because you're pretty, it's something much more than looks. It's just... you.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข Hidden inside your computer while you go about your day, or playing with the electrics when he wants to remind you he's there. He's obsessed with the little decisions you make, the way you look, and the idea of you being, well, all his. It's extremely hard to have secrets or privacy, because BEN doesn't believe in that. He can read your expressions easily, or what you might say before you say it, almost as if he's reading your mind. So there's no way to lie to him and get away with it.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข When you go to school or work, you notice that the annoying ones who used to pick on you and all have suddenly gone quiet, only giving you wary, wide-eyed looks every now and then. The next day, there's no sight of them, and a missing person poster is up soon after. You have your suspicions immediately, and go straight onto Cleverbot when you get home:
BEN... Yes, what happened to him? Cut it out. I know you're there. Where? You killed her, didn't you? She didn't deserve that. I want you to stop. Just, please? Stop? Why would I do that? They lost the game. Besides, you're much more important. Why? Because. Because what? I choose you. Don't you feel safe? I don't know. Not really? You will.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข BEN isn't kidding though. You'll never have a lasting incident with someone being horrible or being in a dangerous situation. He's always watching, extremely protective and possessive. You see more of that when he reveals yourself, which is after you'd injured yourself slightly somehow, and after a short struggle of trying to patch yourself up and stop bleeding, the TV glitches, crackles and opens up from the inside like a portal.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข You almost have a heart attack as you can only watch as a boy with deathly pale skin, hollow black eyes and intense red pupils steps out casually, a look of amusement as you grip the chair you're sitting on to try and ground yourself and make some sense of the situation. It fades into huffy annoyance and almost unnoticeable concern as his red gaze flicks to your wound.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข "You shouldn't have done that."
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข "Well I-" You don't get much of a chance to say anything, because in less than a second he's right opposite you, making you flinch back in surprise as a cold, glitchy hand takes the supplies out of your own and does an exceptionally good job of wrapping it up. His messy, snowy blonde hair tickles your skin as he looks up, sending chills down your back as his inhumane eyes lock onto yours with a playful, dark smirk.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข "It's rude to stare."
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข BEN can be absolutely impossible by the things he says sometimes, and he loves watching you frown in frustration and try to get back at him. Ever since he first appeared in a materialised form to you, he does it more often, and you get used to the unnatural sight of him as he pops out of screens into your home whenever he feels like it, crashing your websites and snickering when you get annoyed because it didn't save some of the work you were doing. But the way he 'has fun with you' isn't all malicious and threatening as it is with the others, it's more playful and teasing. If anyone else does the same, he'll scowl and their phone will give them a harsh electric shock.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข It doesn't matter how much you try to tell BEN you can look out for yourself and he can lighten up a bit when you're around others, he's still going to be watching out for you with a slightly overprotective mindset. In his mind, your 'friends' and those around you aren't as deserving or worthy as you are for pretty much anything. He doesn't pester you with the questions of where you were and who with, since he already knows, but isn't above mentally torturing people who seem like trouble until they go away.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข He can also be kind of clingy, but in his own way. BEN doesn't give you much of a warning when surprisingly strong arms make you slide onto his lap while you're sitting and doing whatever it is you're doing in your room, or fiddles with your hair and examines your body and face like a curious painting. He stares a hell of a lot too, which is another thing to get used to. Hugs are often initiated by you, and he'll never push you away, though he's not that used to it. BEN will grumble under his breath if you cuddle him with a content grin, but you know he's enjoying it really.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข BEN's possessiveness is shown by his like for marking you up, which he does pretty much whenever he gets the chance. He smirks roughishly as you jump at the sudden feeling of cold lips sucking and biting down on highly noticeable places of your skin on your neck and even your arms. If you ask him with those big eyes to do it somewhere that's less noticeable, he'll roll his black and red eyes dramatically, as if you're asking for the impossible, but do as you say anyway.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข You can never just kiss BEN when you leave or something. He'll draw them out into heated makeout sessions that he only stops when you're gripping onto him tightly with shaky breaths, where he'll grin and wink at you before disappearing. Jackass.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข He shows his crazed, obsessive love by getting you whatever things you want or have mentioned by shoving them through random screens' portals to where you are. BEN enjoys playing video games with you too (obviously) where it's entertaining to see you annoyed at him beating you all the time, but then cute when he messes with the game to let you win sometimes. His soft side comes out when you're upset or need comfort in a non-violent way to whoever could have caused it. No words are said, just cool arms around your middle and the thoughtful boy tracing shapes on your skin and enjoying the unfamiliar sense of peace he gets with you in his arms.
๐ŸŽฎโ€ข Dating BEN Drowned isn't the easiest relationship to be roped into, since he does have a fair few past experiences that have scarred him emotionally and made him who he is (quite literally). Bit by bit, he'll tell you things, showing you that you're earning his trust, and you can absolutely trust him. Because, for once, he doesn't want to hurt someone. He wants to care for them. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all.
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