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crushedsweets · 3 days

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ur lil heart goes pitter-patter

#creepypasta #sweetart #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #creeped #nina the killer #Nina Hopkins #Nina the killer art #crp #crp fanart #crp fandom #creepypasta au #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta drawing

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maybeitskylee · 13 hours

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he deserves to be happy on his birthday <3 (with Lyra!!)

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alcinaslittlemaid · 23 hours

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I.AM.BARKINGGGG

@jackwise on TikTok

This LJ COZZZZ IS AMAZING- NO- ITS OUT OF THIS WORLD-

#laughing jack art #laughingjack #laughing jack #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #crp fandom #laughing jack creepypasta #cosplay #jackwise #clowns

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luvelyylee · 21 days

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i am sooooo normal about him (LIE)

(reposted art! og artist is "tasteless_case" on twt i think)

#ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #toby erin rogers #toby rogers #mwahahaha #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #proxy

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rpggoro · 2 months

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Got some unfortunate tendencies I see

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I'm gonna cry why am I so bad at side profiles 😭

#crp #fanart #slenderverse #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #crp fanart #fictive #ticci toby #tobias rogers #tobias erin rogers #creepypasta toby #toby rogers #toby creepypasta #crp fandom

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sootrootdoot · 2 months

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jack is alawys doin crazy things. wonder what consequences could be. what happens when u lose a bet?

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yvezwiebel · 2 months

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Take your hands off ten and two, you’re gonna need ‘em to pray.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #Sally Miriam Williams #sally williams #sally williams creepypasta #creepypasta sally #crp fanart #crp fandom

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strewbucks · 17 days

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Guys I feel like the crp fandoms dying and it’s really scaring me ☹️🎀

I love rainbow brushes.

Edit: I THOUGHT THE MUSIC THING WAS LIKE INSTAGRAM. I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO REMOVE IT 😭😭😭😭😭

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3amclothesmonster · 6 days

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Ninakate

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angelwowings · 24 days

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8-dermestid · 18 days

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Hey, I'd like to request a Toby x Reader, with a story that covers the evolution of their relationship (from them meeting to becoming intimate lovers, with steamy moments, if you feel comfortable writing that kind of thing, of course) thks !

hi-hi-hi, i kind of took this idea for a bit of a joyride, i hope you enjoy this regardless of how i crashed it into a telephone pole

dirty laundry

relationships: ticci toby x reader

word count: 1.2k

links: available on ao3

warnings: scent kink, masturbation, canon-typical violence, i like my tobias like a kicked-in-the-head-dog, obsession, toby vomits

You’re fresh meat.

Toby creeps around behind you, trailing you through the non-Euclidean hallways, hyperbolic rooms that are an impossible fit within the actual shell of the manor from the outside. The few things you carried with you find homes in your new bedroom. All of your chores get done without noticing your second shadow.

Dinners, when it isn’t a fend-for-oneself type of night, have everyone in the mansion gather around a long table. Toby, whose name you learned from other people barking it at him as they shoved him aside, sits as far as he can from you (at one point, he shoved other people from their chairs to maintain his distance from you). Toby is starstruck by you, and he does not know why. When you get up to leave the table and wash up your plate, he watches you from the table, not looking away for a second.

Months and months go by, and after spending weeks trailing you and trying to understand why he’s so captivated, Toby finally gets the courage to speak to you. He’s quiet, wide-eyed, and on the verge of puking all over you, but he finally coughs up that he would like to be friends. You nod. You’re like an angel, a wonderful, merciful angel for underbelly scum like him.

After another few weeks of spending time together (where Toby wants to rip his skin off because he’s so excited to have a friend in this carved-out hole in hell), you have your first task, and Toby accompanies you. You’re chasing down a college-aged man, but he gets the bright idea of scrambling into his car and trying to run you down.

Toby pulls you away right before the hit-and-run, and you’re left panting in his too-tight grip, sweat rolling down your neck.

“Thanks.” You breathe.

It is the only quiet thing that comes out of your mouth, and Toby wants someone to carve out a place in his brain so he can keep that remark inside of him forever. Abruptly, there is a distant crash. Your catch hit a telephone pole. You beat your victim until there are brains smattered across the steering wheel. It’s the best thing Toby has ever seen.

He fingers himself that night until his clit burns.

(Deep down, at this moment, he wants you to peel him apart with a scalpel and crawl inside him. Toby would let you pull his guts out for so much as a smile. If he could crawl inside of you, it would be such an honor. He wants to surround himself with you—living, breathing, knowing everything about you.)

He feels awful as hot bile pools in his gut when he digs through your dirty laundry, your literal dirty laundry. He pulls out the shirt you wore while you were running around chasing a kill the other night and working up a sweat, the cotton steeped in your delicious sweat and grime—dirt and blood and you, you, you, you, you, you—Toby smothers himself with your bloody, dirty shirt until he’s sobbing, curled over himself like a pill bug as he holds back vomit steaming in his throat when he climaxes the seventh time into his hand. He wants to stop—he knows you’re coming home soon—but Toby can’t help himself, even though it feels worse and worse with every motion, even though he wants to puke up your smell embedded into the lining of his intestines.

He throws your shirt across the room and vomits into the corner until he curls into his bed and falls asleep.

✸ ⦻ ✸

The fragrances you wear start drying up faster than usual, and Toby stops smelling like Toby (not good, like body odor and rot). He starts using some of your hair-care products—he thinks you won’t notice, but you do. He smells like your shampoo now.

It was an accident—you forgot your fake ID and insurance in your room and had to come back for it (someone got too close but also thought they could outrun you with a car—too bad you can drive across state lines). You open the door and spot Toby hunched over your closet, panting like a dog as he digs through your laundry bin. He pulls your underwear from the pile and presses them to his nose, shuddering as he loses himself in fantasy.

You’re such a voyeur as you watch Toby’s free hand loosen his belt, fingers already digging deep to satisfy some unending craving. God, he’s howling like a beaten dog as he tumbles to the floor (smacking his head against hardwood) as he ruts against his hand.

Toby is shaking so hard you’re afraid he’s going to make himself sick, and an intense climax leaves him writhing with his back against your bed frame. He scrambles to his feet and pulls for your pillow, straddling the damn thing as he sobs into himself with a disgusted howl about it.

Just as he pulls his pants down to his ankles with a scrambled hurry so he can begin humping your pillow, Toby spots you in the doorway and freezes like you have a gun pointed between his eyes. He looks at you like a dog on the euthanasia table—or Old Yeller staring down the barrel of a gun. His diaphragm hiccups, tears roll down his cheeks thick and heavy. He’s an ugly crier—snot-nosed and loud and red-eyed until he’s dizzy—Toby pushes his hands into his sockets and scrapes his gloved palms over his eyes. He grabs a Swiss army knife to try and pull together some pathetic apology that someone as heavenly as you deserves.

He opens the blade, digging his nails between metal bits and bobs to pull out the knife, then he pushes it into your hand and then pulls your knife-wielding hands toward his belly.

“Y-You can,” Toby hiccups, sniffling as tears carve deep lines down his face, “---If you wanna. You can. I would want to if I was you.”

He keeps trying to pull your hand toward him, now trying to get you to carve out his vulva. You yank back the knife hard, losing your grip as it collides with a far wall.

He sputters and tries to cover himself (he did not think to yank his pants over his bumpy hips when he finally caught you) while trying not to puke in front of you.

“I… I’m not going to do that.”

He scrambles and tries to kick you off, dragging himself across the floor to grab the knife to try again. He begs and pleads for you to do it.

“No.” You say so flatly that he knows you mean it, and that kills him.

You keep him pinned to the floor until he quits. Toby is sobbing into his sleeve when you finally get off of him. He’s gross, he says, Gross and nasty, and he’s not quite sure why you didn’t put him down.

You don’t know why.

But, you start, if he likes you that much, he can keep the shirt—if he stops using up all your body wash. Toby sits in front of you like an obedient hound. He inhales your smell from the shirt—he’d give up cigarettes and do this for the rest of his life if he could.

Maybe one day, Toby will finally get your scent from its source. Maybe one day.

#ticci toby creepypasta #creepypasta ticci toby #ticcy toby #ticci toby #creepypasta #mecreepy #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fanart #crp #creepypasta art #tobias erin rogers #tobias erin rogers x reader #ticci toby fanfic #crp fandom #crp fanart #toby rogers #creepypasta headcanon #creepy pasta

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crushedsweets · 1 day

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more magma but i once again failed to ask if i can post the entire page before everyone went to sleep so i will do that... tomorrow.

#sweetart #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta art #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #kate the chaser #ticci toby #ninakate #nina the killer #crp #crp fandom #crp fanart #crp art #crp au #creepypasta au

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maybeitskylee · 15 hours

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rq sketch tbh

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delianvile · 8 days

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nina "nina the killer" the killer

#art #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #fanart #artists on tumblr #artist #crp fandom #crp #crp fanart #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #nina the killer #creepypasta

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luvelyylee · 21 days

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TOBY ROGERS HEAD CANONS I HAVE !! ☆

.* CW ; Mention of drug use / sh. *.

None of this is necessarily supposed to be taken seriously so please don't tug on my balls or anything. :')

I'm gonna do a list of HCs that lean on the more " realistic " side and then some that are just kinda for fun !! YAYAYYAYAYAY !!

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Okay firstly, Toby absolutely smells like shit and sweat. (*DUE TO HIS CIPA, NO HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY SWEAT*) There is NO doubt about it. I gotta admit, seeing HCs that are like "He probably smells like vanilla!" just don't sit right with me because he definitely is a very smelly man

He chews on things he isn't supposed to ( real ) ( technically canon ; did it to his cheek and hands )

He probably mutters to himself on the regular like, nonstop, incoherent bullshit that's literally about nothing

He drools out of his cheek gash unintentionally

* He would probably be a stoner. Whenever he actually attended school he got his hands on it every once in awhile, probably STINKS of weed

HE IS AN ABSOLUTE LOSER. Probably listens to midwest emo music and cries to it like a bitch 😒

If he holds hands with someone he fidgets with their fingers

He's really nitpicky about his bandages, if they aren't wrapped on the correct way he hyper focuses on it for hours until they're just right

HE PLAYS WITH ACTION FIGURES. Not necessarily in a childish way but he likes to pose them

He paces

* Self inflicted scars like all across his body ( this is technically canon but we ball )

Can barely grow like any facial hair so whenever he starts to have a little bit of a stache coming in he savors the moment

Cannot cook. Burns his food

Loves raccoons so much. Tries to cuddle them but usually gets his face mutilated by some claws if he even gets near one

His favorite hero is Wolverine because he relates to him in a way

Sits down in the shower ( whenever he actually remembers to shower )

One time he got caught in a bear trap and walked around with it clamped to his leg for like a day

Major jealousy problems, especially whenever slenderman is giving the other proxies more attention than him. He takes it so seriously because he sacrificed his relationship with his mom to live this life

Gets hella annoyed when his goggles fog up because they do A LOT

Picks bugs up off the ground

He has HORRIBLE posture

AWKWARD LOSER

Of course we're all well aware of his regular get up but whenever he's chilling at the mansion he's always wearing some beat up band tee and some sweats or cargo shorts

I THINK THAT THAT'S IT FOR RN!! But I'm obsessed with him so I'm probably adding onto it and making a few changes here and there

:3

#ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby headcanons #slender proxy #proxy #slenderman #creepypasta #toby erin rogers #toby rogers #crp fandom #crp #headcanons #creepy pasta #my hcs #hyperfixation #im hyperfixating again

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askticciwork · 3 days

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Is it true that you have brain rot??

What r u talking about ?

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