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[mvtilatedmess]

Warmup doodle

[miamahli]

Going back a little to 2014...... 🪓

[nunl33]

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[seealandraw]

[pin3treees]

My edgy contribution to the creepypasta fandom

[noir-et-blanc-0]

~Alice~

Art trade with Evie

[ruexvn]

𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚘𝚢

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𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜...𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜.

"f-fuck you... for t-t-touching.. MY y/n.." , 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖...𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝��𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 '𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' , 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

"y-your mine...not h-.. him... mine... stop t-t-talking with o..other men y-you whore"

𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘���𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢.

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚢' 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?(𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝) 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚢?...𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

"baby...i-its ok... y-you..you need me.. o-o-ok?"

𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"see?...i-if i wasnt h..he here... then who knows wha...what he'd do to-to you"

𝙾𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠? 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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[n-nicaela]

HI! Totally forgot I have Tumblr, but I’m going to post some fanarts here so I don’t disappear :"D

[tipsynight0]

Through the rain we find colour

Paring - Toby rogers x female reader

Word count - 800

Synopsis - aurora lights and dancing in the rain

Tw - literally just all fluff

Author's note - well, first time writing Toby so bare with me. I also saw the aurora lights last night so you guys get to as well. Enjoy <3

A soft chill filled the hollow forest, the wind whispering between trees as dark clouds blanketed the sky. Toby and (y/n) walked the narrow path, their steps in sync, each breath tinged with the cool autumn air. It was the night, the one (y/n) had eagerly awaited. They had come to witness the aurora lights, though with the heavy cloud cover, it seemed like an unlucky chance that they’d be able to catch a glimpse. Still, (y/n) hoped. Toby walked beside her, his bandaged hand held tightly in hers.

“I-I don’t th-think w-we’re g-gonna s-see them,” Toby stammered, his fingers twitching in her grasp as his neck cracked with one of his usual tics. (Y/n) had long grown accustomed to his tics—both physical and vocal. They were just another part of him, one she embraced fully.

She gave his hand a soft, reassuring squeeze and frowned slightly, her determination unwavering. "We’re gonna see them, Toby. Just you wait," she murmured as they finally reached a clearing. The forest opened up, and despite the thick clouds, a sliver of hope glimmered in the night sky.

Toby’s tics continued—his body jerking lightly, lips twitching with the occasional uncontrollable grunt. He often bit down on his bottom lip to stop a verbal tic, and tonight was no different. But (y/n) never flinched. Instead, she pulled out the camera she had borrowed (or more accurately, stolen) from Tim, her hands steady as she focused it on the sky.

Toby leaned closer to her, resting his head against her shoulder, trying to get a better look at what she was capturing. His breath was warm against her neck, despite the cool air. “Y-you’re h-hogging it,” he grumbled, a frustrated tic causing him to bite his lip again. His voice held a playful edge, though, a sign that he was more comfortable with her than anyone else.

“Shh, just look closer,” (y/n) whispered, her lips curving into a small smile. Together, they peered through the camera lens. Beyond the clouds, faint streaks of color—purple, pink, green, and blue—began to fill the sky, swirling in gentle arcs.

Toby’s eyes widened in awe. He lowered his mask just enough to press a soft kiss on (y/n)’s cheek. The gesture was tender and sweet, something intimate he rarely allowed himself. His hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer as they both stared up at the fleeting colors above them.

“I-it’s s-so beautiful,” he whispered, a popping sound escaping his lips as another tic took hold. He quickly followed her guidance, pressing the button to snap a picture. “N-now we w-won’t forget it,” he added in a low voice, his gaze locking with hers.

Before either could say anything more, (y/n) leaned in, closing the gap between them. Her lips met his, soft and warm against the cool night air. Toby’s hands slid up to her hair, fingers gently tangling in it as he kissed her back with all the affection he’d kept bottled up for so long. It was a moment of quiet magic between them—just the two of them and the fleeting aurora.

As they kissed, rain began to fall, soft droplets at first, trickling down their faces and mixing with the remnants of the aurora’s glow. A soft shiver ran through (y/n) as she opened her eyes. The rain started coming down faster, steadily soaking them both.

“We should go,” (y/n) said with a soft sigh, pulling back just slightly. The aurora lights had already started to fade, and the sky was dark once more. But Toby shook his head, his expression both serious and playful at once. His hands found hers again, holding them firmly.

“D-dance with m-me,” he stammered, his body jerking slightly as another tic passed through him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close, despite the rain that was now falling in sheets. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that remained was the sound of rain and the feel of their bodies moving in sync.

“J-just l-like in y-your r-romance movies,” he teased, brushing her wet hair out of her face. They swayed together, their movements slow and deliberate, their laughter the only sound filling the rainy forest. The water soaked through their clothes, and their shoes squelched in the mud, but neither of them cared. For this moment, it was perfect.

As the wind picked up, whipping through the clearing, they finally made the wise choice to dash for the mansion. The mud squelched underfoot, sending water splashing as they laughed together, drenched but happy.

[spookycereals]

I want all of you to know I might only be drawing this man for I don't know how long... Anyway here are some wips

[greystork]

Sketching out creepypasta men as worms, because that is what they are to me

I love worms

[vividstargore]

really late halloween post but i loved my costume

ig @/vividstargore

[mxydxyzway]

toby rogers

- he truly is a fucking loser.

- he lives somewhat off of a routine which consists of him sleeping most of the day and carrying out his vices at night.

- these nightly vices either consists of following deeds given to him by an unworldly being, or drinking out in the woods with a bunch of rejects.

- on the occasion he’s doing neither, he’s sipping on jim beam whiskey and smoking lucky strikes while listening to Mccafferty. sometimes, he might be reading up on topics that interest him which might include early philosophy or roman scholars. yes, toby thinks about the roman empire but only on occasion. other than that, he couldn’t give a fuck.

- toby doesn’t have friends but as mentioned earlier he’ll sometimes drink with the town rejects. though it’s short lived because they end up pissing him off somehow, then it’s another four months before he’ll come around again.

- in his mind he doesn’t need anybody, which is true. he thrives on his own and doesn’t need the validation of other people. but sometimes he gets bored which leads him to entertaining short lived friendships. but his own self isolating tendencies sever these relationships.

- anywho, at these hangouts they’ll usually drink and indulge in various types of drugs. while the others typically take a few acid tabs, toby will stick with marijuana or possibly molly if he’s feeling bland. it isn’t all that often he partakes in drug use because he got it out of his system when Lyra first passed.

- outside of being a proxy, he lives a boring life full of cheap cigarettes and bourbon.

- what’s his living situation? well, he lives in a small trailer on a small plot out in the woods. it’s not top of the line but it’s not a shack. he actually takes somewhat good care of it and probably has a nice porch like set up. he’s a simple person and likes having simple things.

- touching on the aspect of him being a literal serial killer, he most likely wouldn’t bury anybody on the property like you would assume. in his mind, the property is his peace and sanity so he wouldn’t bring such filth there.

- and adding onto that, nobody knows where he lives for that exact reason. surprise visits are a no go and he doesn’t want anybody “condemning” his home or in other words, he doesn’t want to have to kill someone at his own house. he has a violent temper so the second someone pisses him off they’re either fucked up or dead.

- toby has the worst explosive anger but everybody knows that.

[nunl33]

Toby hihi 😜

[seealandraw]