I Have Too Much Free Time On My Hands, Which I Should Probably Use For Studying But No. I Create Things

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You mentioned you have a post on how Toby would be like if he had a kid? Can we see it? 👀

YES YOU CAN!

When his children are born, he’s literally twitching with happiness and excitement. He looks at his s/o holding his kids and just breaks down in happiness. Like crying happy tears. He kisses his s/os face all over and hugs them. He looks down at his children with nothing but love. His heart has never been so happy.

So if Toby had a kid I’d think he’d raise them about the same regardless of gender but I can name a few differences and how he interacts w them depending on gender

If he had a boy oh my god…it would be perfect for him. Toby is literally hyperactive and up beat so keeping up with a small boy would be no problem for him. I can see him chasing his kid around till they’re both exhausted. Toby’s also loud so I can see him and his son having random screaming contests. Toby and his son would definitely play ball in the house and break something and would quickly clean it up together before Toby’s s/o could find out. When questioned about something being missing Toby and his son would look at each other and shrug “I dunno…have you seen it,kid?” “Nope! I haven’t!” Toby definitely sees himself in his son and aims to be the father his dad never was. So when his son acts up, he doesn’t get upset or take it out on him. He takes time to actually teach him. They also definitely have eating contests together. Like seeing who can eat the most food the fastest. They have races, they play video games together, they wrestle. Just Toby being a good dad to his son.

With his daughter he only had one name in mind, Lyra. Toby loved her more than anyone just like he loves his daughter more than anyone. Her memory will live on in his daughter. The name just fills his heart with joy. Toby looks up YouTube tutorials on how to do his daughter’s hair, she has loose curls like Toby does. He also learns how to do her hair from his wife/ s/o. “Do you like this hairstyle, Lyra?” “Hmm I want the ponytail higher” “You got it! Let me find a tutorial” Toby lets his daughter paint his nails and put bows in his hair. Toby and his daughter bake together, sing together and go shopping together. Although she’s still a little kid with a lot of energy so Toby and her have races and run around playing ball in the house alongside her brother and Toby. Toby definitely sneaks her candy because she’s just so cute. Constant forehead kisses.

For both of them he teaches them how to ride scooters and bikes. When they’re older he teaches them how to fight. For his son he really ingrains in him to never hit a woman/ girl. Toby makes them dinner as best as he can or at least supports his s/o who is cooking. He has to look up YouTube tutorials on healthy meals for kids because growing up and up to a few years ago he was living off ramen and other instant foods. Toby gives both of them lots of hugs and affection because that’s what he always wanted as a kid. Him and his kids take naps together after they’re exhausted. Toby sleeps in the middle mouth open and snoring and his kids are on either side of him, resting in his arms. Toby lets his kids eat dessert before dinner, but is trying to stop because he wants to be responsible. He takes his kids to the park and chases them around on the playground. He made them a tire swing in the woods. He’ll do anything for them.

Toby definitely still has mental issues and mood swings but instead of letting his kids see that he’ll isolate himself and let his wife/ s/o take over for the day. He doesn’t even want to risk behaving like his dad in anyway. He doesn’t want his kids to see him as anything but loving and supportive.“Your dad’s not feeling well so let’s go to the park.” Toby is scared that he passed on some of his issues to his kids but even if he did, he’s going to love and support them regardless. Nothing in this world will make him stop loving them. Toby broke the cycle of abuse by just being a good dad. He rebuilt the family that he lost so many years ago. And he’s the man that he’s always wanted to be.

The Bride and the ugly ass groom.

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I've been having fun drawing creepypasta content lately, tho i now have my hand hurt :D

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I’m legally obligated to make my pfp on this account Jane the Killer forever

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Punch Jeff in the face, if you need a reason, just realize how ugly he is😃

Tough crowd.

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 9

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter nine

"Hey, hey listen to me okay?" A soft voice rang out, it was Lyra's. Toby opened his eyes to see the bright bathroom lights. He must've finally passed out. He felt a tight restriction around his torso, it was wrapped in gauze, and blood was still soaking it.

"Everything is alright, everything is alright!" She was holding his hand, obviously noticing the red hand marks. She knew what happened.

"...i fell.." Toby mumbled out.

"Dammit Toby! I know you're lying! What happened!? You were bleeding everywhere, your arms are bruised and red, and- are those hand prints?! Were you jumped?! Please tell me!"

Lyra was crying, in tears. Her hair was a mess and what little makeup she did wear was smeared all over her face.

"You're covered in so many other little cuts! You know I can't handle seeing you like this! Tell me please so I can fix this!"

He was flinching to her worried yelling. "You can't fix this, Lyra." Toby started, wincing to the pressure that finally hit him. "T-To fix it, you'd have to fix me. A-And I'm…simply unfixable."

Lyra hugged him tightly. "I'm going to tell you this…at school tomorrow….you go to that kid…and you break his arm, do you hear me! Break his arm!"

Her grip on him was very tight. He had to pat her arm to let go so she wouldn't accidentally suffocate him.

"..Sorry…Sorry I'm just so angry.." She wiped her tears. "So very angry,"

"I'll get in trouble" Toby mumed weakly, not liking the sound of her idea. "I'll do it then." She insisted though he sat up quickly, shaking his head. "No, don't! That's wh-what-what he wants, attention…a reaction!..I-if i just keep ignoring them, they'll leave me alone-"

She cut him off. "Okay well look where that got you, Toby!"

Toby flinched at her sudden words, looking a little offended. "If they don't get it, they'll do what they can until they do! It's a natural human instinct. You have to stick up for yourself!" Lyra kept going, but he felt obligated to confess. "I did try! They were too strong..They threw me around as if i was a ragdoll…"

"Then tell the police! I'll call them myself so be it!"

He perked up, fear in his eyes. "They threatened to kill me…If we do-" he warned.

Lyra went quiet, staring at him. She didn't know what to say

"..Can we just forget about it? Look, I'll b-be healed in a month or so- everything will be normal again.."

Lyra still didn't know what to say. She felt helpless. She leaned on the wall and slid down, sitting criss-crossed. She was sitting right beside the tub where he was laid and treated, and now sat in.

He didn't like the fact she just sat there, looking lifeless.

"Lyra?"

"I love you, Toby, you know?" She spoke, staring at the wall.

"But sometimes you are…A handful.." She slightly laughed under her breath. Toby couldn't tell if she was joking or annoyed, maybe both, who knew.

Toby huffed a weak laugh as well. "y-yeah because…g-getting jumped is my fault, haha.."

She faced him, sighing. "..no..no…you're just lucky i'm not as dense as mom, who believes your tiny lies about your physical state." She pulled her knees up into a hug.

During that time of pure silence, Toby was thinking about that figure he saw again, he didn't know why but he couldn't remember much about that day honestly.

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