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they're getting along

seeing a lot of vampire stuff with alex inspired me to join in 👏 🐟

La Danse Macabre (Ticci Toby x Reader)

Everyone must meet you, in the end. A Creepypasta x Death!Reader story.

TW: Mentions of violence, gore, and overall very dark themes. If you are uncomfortable in any way with the thought of what comes after life, I would not recommend reading.

A/N: This is a fic I wrote about two years ago, originally published on Quotev. I am aware that the creator of the character of Ticci Toby does not desire for anyone to use him in content, but seeing as this fic has existed on the internet for two years- I am merely just reposting it here. This is part one of a series involving various Creepypasta characters and the reader, the personification of death.

The first time you meet, Toby mistakes you for an angel.

You gaze down at him through shattered glass and twisted metal with nothing but pity in your eyes. Even as the car burns around him, all he wants to do is continue looking upon your beauty. His breath catches in his throat as you reach towards him, a dainty hand emerging from your billowing robes.

Toby prays you will grace him with your touch, but he is not what you have come for. Only then does he become aware of his sister slumped against his side, her head lolling forward at an unnatural angle.

That can’t be comfortable, Toby thinks as he watches you brush away the hair stuck to Lyra’s forehead. A red substance trickles from her nose, but he pays no mind to it as you press three fingertips to her skin. When you withdraw them, a gold light follows, morphing around your fingers in warm whisps. They settle into a glowing orb that floats in your palm, its soft light illuminating the sharp features of your face before you tuck your hand into your robes once more.

Where are you taking her? Toby wants to ask, the words unwilling to spill out. His desperate eyes lock with yours. Take me with you!

As if you heard his plea, you shake your head once softly. A sad smile twists your lips as you take a step back.

Please don’t leave me! Toby tries to shout. All he can manage is a garbled groan, his dry throat constricting with the effort. He blinks and you’re gone, not a single trace of you left behind.

Despair takes over him, and the next thing he’s aware of is the harsh fluorescent light of his hospital room beating down on him. His mother is in the chair beside his bed, her fingers interwoven tightly in his own.

He barely registers her words as she tells him of the accident, the fire, his sister. Numbness creeps over his senses, until the memory of your face gazing upon him is all he can see. 

~ 

The next time you meet, Toby believes you are the devil.

You are a shadow in his periphery from the moment his service to the Slenderman begins, a blight in the corner of his vision that disappears every time he turns his head.

He can always feel you there, watching him. He wants to hate you. A part of him does, if only for the fact that you left him to continue living alone. However, as time goes on and your presence becomes as familiar as a second skin, he finds himself doing just the opposite. You are the only thing that ties him to who he was before, the only thing that bridges his current life to his previous one.

It isn’t until one fateful night that you make yourself truly known.

Toby stands over the slaughtered family, blood dripping from his hatchets. He is breathing heavily, the strong scent of iron and tears filling the air. A little girl lays at his boots, her eyes blown wide in terror, her last scream forever frozen on her lips.

You morph into being from the shadows, bending down and closing her eyelids. Her soul is malleable and warm, glowing with a pale pink. Your heart is heavy as you tuck it into your robes.

“You are trying very hard to make me regret sparing your life,” You say, your gaze glued to the child’s face.

Toby scoffs, ignoring the twinge of guilt deep in his gut. “It sh-should have b-been me th-th-that day.”

“Do not play this game with me,” you warn, finally standing to face him. “You will lose.”

Last time he saw you fully, Toby thought you were his guardian angel finally showing yourself. He thought you bright and beautiful as the starlight. Now he knows you to be as terrible as the dawn. He holds your gaze defiantly even as desire sweeps through him.

You soften slightly, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He keens into your touch, twitching slightly. You sigh. Times like these make you detest the immortal blood running through your veins. “Life is a sacred gift, my love.” you say, your fingers deftly lowering his mouth guard. “Please don’t waste it.”

For once, Toby- shy, demure, Toby- is bold. He leans forward, capturing your lips with his. You taste of honey, you taste of wind. You taste of all that has been and all that will be, and he would gladly drown in it forever, as long as it was by your side.

You reluctantly pull away, the moment having gone on too long. You can feel the souls from around the world crying out for you, begging for their release.

“Will I see you again?” Toby asks hopefully.

You bow your head. “Not if you continue along your current path,” you whisper, your eyes filling with tears. They spill over as you meet his gaze once more, the edges of your form beginning to flicker. “You tread a way I cannot follow.”

With that, you are gone. Blood from the corpses at his feet pools in your place. They are the only thing that bear witness to his agonized screams. 

~

The last time you meet, you are his salvation. Toby stands with his back against the wall, shaking hands in the air. Spots of red dot his form as cops surround him, their guns primed and ready to fire.

You stand behind them, a shade in the mist, barely a whisper. He catches sight of you through the night, your eyes piercing even deeper than the first bullet does.

Time stills as you move towards him, picking your way to him with ease. You are just as beautiful as the day he first saw you. He watches your lips move, his name falling from your lips like a pour of sugar.

“Toby.”

Your voice carries to him over the din, and his eyes close in pleasure as the second bullet hits. His knees hit the ground with a thud, and he can barely register the shouts of the police through the roar in his ears. When he looks up, you are standing over him, your eyes filled with love and the secrets of the universe.

“It is time to go, my love.” You say, your three fingers coming to press against his forehead. He shudders at the impact of the third bullet, but still remains kneeling. 

“Will you keep me with you?” He asks, another bullet shattering through him. He falls backwards this time, the hard reality of the earth rising to greet him. His vision blurs until all he can see is your face close to his. You peck both his cheeks before finally settling your lips on his. With much strain, he weaves his fingers through your hair, holding you against him even as you pull his soul from his body.

It is so large you require both hands to hold its shimmering mass. Instead of placing it in your robe, you press it against your heart, allowing it to seep into you.

A translucent form of the corpse laying in front of you appears as he once did in life. Sleek brown hair flops in front of his handsome features, and a boyish smile tugs at his lips. He offers you a hand with flourish, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You take it with a smile, walking with him hand in hand into the stars.

“Always.”

Art by Brecormark 

I'm sorry for asking this but could you draw Toby petting a Raccoon 👉👈(it doesn't have to be a finished drawing btw sketches are metal as shit :3 no pressure though you do whatever you want)

pet<3

he looks so wholesome compared to how i actually imagine him pfft--

Let's help Tim to find Alex!

Ticci Toby in Blessed be the wicked is named Clarke Boetticher, or The Rook. We wanted to distance ourselves from the original story and the fannon as both have a lot of inaccurate depictions of BPD type 2, schizophrenia and having a tick disorder, and come off as incredibly ableist and determined to make being mentally ill a super power. (That said, there are a lot of wonderful rewrites out there that try to distance themselves from the cookie cutter stuff and create something truly special whether it be supernatural or grounded) Our version of the character's design is base off of the Zodiac Killer, with the baggy cloth mask while using the color pallet of the original design! Clarke is a more grounded rewrite of the original story, turning "Toby" from an uncharacterized or simplified character into a tragic and often depressing reminder of what being around eldritch gods can do to ones body, Clarke is portrayed by Patrick R in Blessed be the wicked! We've gotten an amazing amount of support from you guys for this rewrite done by @official-locke-writing being included in the live action analog horror web series "Blessed be the wicked". Including cosplay and some AMAZING fanart!

“Ticci” Toby headcanons !! 🔥🔥

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A/N: finally got a writing piece done!!

Warnings: None!

★- he's 21 !

★- He's half german, so I'd imagine he has an accent

★- it's almost unnoticeable now :(

★- probably a bit short. like 5'8" ?

★- pansexual. he just wants someone to love him he doesn't care about their gender

★- he LOVES animals and insects

★- will literally sit there and watch a wooly bear caterpillar for hours

★- definitly loves raccoons. they're just like him!!

★- as in, steals from people, fights with others at the crack of dawn...

★- positively, he's also really smart

★- Toby doesn't really have a stutter. occasionally he does stutter, but not a lot-

★- most of the time it's just if the tic is verbal.

★- I don't think he has CIPA because he'd be like... dead by now :(

★- he does get hurt a lot though

★- goes down to the infirmary daily

★- he likes shiny thinks and has a box of shiny things under his bed

★- he also has a taxidermied (?) raccoon under his bed and genuinely doesn't know where it came from.

★- He was with Clockwork/Natalie for a year or less, but eventually they broke up.

★- Toby ended up being scared of her

★- but they had a good relationship and they didn't fight much at the end of it.

★- terrible cook.

★- has set fire to the stove many times and blew up the microwave??

★- he can cook brownies and scrambled eggs. n toast

★- so he uses that power to make toast and eggs 4 breakfast

★-he needs to be energized so he can stare at a caterpillar for hours straight 😁

★- Can't swim.

★- Just doesn't understand it, plus he doesn't like being wet or not being covered (same 😍)

★- he loves to steal from the people he kills (which are only the people Slenderman tells him to kill)

★- found some really cool goggles once and wears them all the time

★- the lenses appear like a kaleidoscope.

★- also likes to collect small, but cute things like calico critters and plastic creatures.

★- definitely has to steal the calico critters because those things are too expensive 😭

★- him and Nina will play with them together.

★- His music taste is more of what sounds good.

★- I'd say he mainly likes Alex g and Ayesha erotica

★- (idk if I spelled her name right :( ]

★- Personality wise, I don't think he's rude like some people say.

★- He's just shy, but is actually pretty respectful... to the people he likes.

★- Physically,

★- I don't think he bit through his cheek (without the CIPA, it'd be impossible for him to do that)

★- instead it was caused by the accident, but he left before they could do the surgery

★- He isn't pale, after spending hours a day outside, he has to be tan by now

★- also isn't skinny, he's thin, but is clearly strong.

★- Has hazel hair with a slight curl to it

★- plus big brown eyes 😻

★- he draws on his shoes and will not get new ones until they fall apart

★- he also has freckles!! all over his face(cheeks, nose)

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In conclusion he is pretty and very silly 💯👍

My Jane Headcanons

●Hello everyone here I am again! I hope you liked my first headcanon, this will be the second!

•My victim today will be Jane lol

•Remembering that these are just my Headcanons, nothing will be Canonical! If so, I'll let you know!

•Jane is married! With a woman named Mary(This is canon)

⦻ Jane is a responsible person, and tries not to take her problems into the house.

⦻ She already got in touch with Liu to get some information about Jeff, but he didn't know how to answer her and they ended up getting together at a certain point to hunt Jeff.

⦻ At some point they separated but maintained a little contact.

⦻ Once when Jane found Jeff, they fought like cats and dogs but Jeff ran away which made Jane super angry, but he left things like traces of where he was going

♡Jane doesn't kill innocent people, most of the time she kills thieves, murderers or people who would cause harm to her small society in an isolated place where she lives.

♡Some children like Jane without being afraid, but those who arrive later are afraid, which makes Jane a little frustrated.

♡The town she lives in with her wife is small, residents all know each other, (gossip spreads quickly), she keeps the town calm... Just trying to have her normal life again

♡She likes children, but she doesn't want to have children!

♡Jane and Mary have a healthy relationship despite everything, they take care of each other and Mary helps Jane with her traumas from her old life

♡He doesn't like to remember his adolescence, so he avoids watching young people on the street. Some more points of your life comfort you

~That was it for today, I hope it turned out well! Thanks for reading☆ ~mannuh0v