Midwest Toby Sure I Am All For It HOWEVER . Consider Oklahoman Toby

i'm so normal about them

Ninakate on top‼️‼️

i love her she's so girl power

I am a terminal Nina enjoyer can I just ask for like,, general headcanons about her? It's ok if not!

Have A lovely rest of your day!

nina general hcs👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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A/N: my babygirl. no jeff mentions cause its GIRL TIME!!!!!!!!''!!!!

CW: mentions of someone eating her pet cat (this is so funny out of context wait)

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-nina is a total girly girls girl. constantly tries to rally up the girls in the manor to hang out together (has been hissed at by kate). offers to paint nails, help with makeup, gives out period products with 0 embarrassment.

-knows literally every braiding style ever. this bitch is every girl scouts dream.

-is constantly giggling about anything and everything and literally NO ONE can figure out what this bitch is up to.

-keeps trying to befriend toby. constantly asks him if he's free to hang out or what he's doing later. doesn't seem to get that his wordless empty gaze back means "literally get the fuck away from me". in her pov she thinks they're best friends. toby literally cannot remember her name.

-10000000% delirious. i love her but she absolutely thinks super highly of herself. she thinks everyone has a crush on her, that she has a shot with anyone, that she can do no wrong, etc.

-SO. LOUD. everything about her is loud. from her music volume to her actual voice to the colors she wears. you hear her before you see her.

-ayesha erotica defender and stan. im so sorry.

-bounces when she walks. ray of sunshine.

-doesn't kill, but is quite obviously deranged. says just the most out of pocket shit sometimes it'll even have L. jack looking at her weird.

-CAT PERSON!!!!! nina is fucking obsessed with cats. on multiple occasions has tried to keep a pet cat... it usually ends up as someones snack cause she picks the LOUDEST and most OBNOXIOUS cats to bring in.

-i don't usually categorize any characters by race cause anyone can think whatever- but- hispanic 🫡🫡🫡 can't speak spanish for SHIT though.

-nina has the cutest little dimples in the world!!!! most people are too busy getting distracted by the literal gouges in her cheeks but they're there!!

-5'2 and has big huge brown eyes so she constantly looks like this

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i have homosexual feelings for her

crahses into ur inbox what kind of music do u thrink toby would listen 2

I JUST LISTED A WHOLE 20+ ARTIST LIST WITH LINKS AND EVERYTHING AND THEN MY PHONE JUST EXITED OUT OF THE APP WITHOUT SAVING???????

i gibe up. you get my midwest emo daily mix cause that was the answrr anyways.

give me more 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

for the ask thing-

toby do you know i love you and how i would do anything to put you in a blender crunch you up and drink you like a smoothie

BEHAVE YOURSELVES

was feeling too unmotivated to draw so here's one doodle of toby as a pony for day 24 of cringetober

toby with a tinder profile

he's got like a photo of him holding a fish and his bios some really bad pick up line. There's like one uncanny picture on there and that's it. Also swipes right on everybody

NEDD MORE OF THIS DUO

🌙 — Late Nights

midnight laundry run

- the melodic jingle of a bell flowed through the atmosphere of the empty laundromat as the glass front door swung open.

- a tall, slim woman made her way into the world of detergent and garment as she squinted up at the buzzing fluorescent lights upon entry. a stark contrast from the darkness of the midnight streets outside. the bright blue-green hues from the bulbs reflected off her clock eye, and the deep red that soaked her clothes.

- she dug her hands into her forest green jacket, accessorized by dirty fur on the hood, and pulled out the contents in her pockets. lint, a switchblade, pack of cigarettes, lighter, and various coins.

- the change clattered onto the metal washing machine as she emptied the items and began to remove her blood-stained, mud-crusted coat.

- silently, the hum of the lights overhead buzzed through her cold ears red with frost. as she sniffled back snot, clockwork caught a scent of warmth and cleanliness. her long, calloused hands made their way to her white tank top as pulled it off over her head, revealing black bra and defined scarred abdomen.

- her long, messy caramel brown hair fell recklessly on her slender shoulders freckled with sun and stars. clockwork wiped her dirty, red painted hands off on her black skinny jeans torn with age and adventure, and began to slide those off as well.

- as the girl stripped down to nothing but underwear, she was utterly indifferent to shame or curtesy. slipping a cigarette out of her pack, she placed one in her mouth, deeply inhaling the rough tobacco smoke as though she were breathing in life.

- with the cigarette held between her lips, she placed her soiled clothing into the washing machine and inserted the coins into the slot. as time ticked on, she leaned against the rumbling appliance and hugged her arm around her waist, bringing her other up to grip the smoke loosely between her two fingers.

- for a moment, all was calm. the warm air of the laundromat danced on her bare skin, opposite to the cold tingle of the washing machine on her back. clockwork allowed the atmosphere around her to take hold, closing her one good eye for a moment.

- she felt as though everything around her crumbled away, only listening to the buzz of the lights creating a symphony of errand with the thundering clatter of her clothes being tossed and turned. it was quiet, and peacefully alone.

- in that moment, it was if the girl wasn’t feral with blood splattered onto her coarse body ripe with war. in that moment, she was as clean as she could be with mud on her sneakers ripped to shreds and victim flesh under her chewed nails.

- that is, until the sound of the bell on the front door made her eye shoot open. a ruthless glare dug daggers at the intruder of her peaceful night as she stared at the entrance.

- to her dismay, it was a familiar face.

- shaggy, messy tuft of chestnut hair and obnoxious orange goggles hiding the boys desensitized dark eyes. it appears he had been on a job. his clothes were even more tattered with red soaked stains and earth grime than the girls.

- “oh clocky have you no shame?” the boy joked, inviting himself to stride over to her side.

- “not one bit. got nothing to lose anyways.” clockwork replied, staring past the annoyance who she knew as toby.

- without second word or warning, the other began to pull off his sweater, and unbuttoned his jeans mudded with graveyard dirt. his hands were rough, but quick, as he removed every article but his boxers.

- toby was smaller by a couple of inches in comparison to the tall girl when she straightened her posture to reveal her full height. like the girls, his body was littered with scars. some old, some new.

- he slid some of clockwork’s coins off the top of an unoccupied machine and roughly shoved his bundle of wardrobe into it, easing the change into the slot.

- still leaning against her appliance, facing forward, clockwork glanced over to the side with aloofness plastered on her time-kissed face, to watch the boy fight with the cleaning instrument.

- “you’re an idiot,” she muttered as she tried to fight off an amused smile creeping on to the corners of her mouth.

- toby huffed and turned away from the sputtering laundry, now looking at clockwork in her brutal entirety. the undressed woman was certainly tough to swallow, she wasn’t exactly easy on any casual eyes.

- “you’re hot” the boy blurted out, rivalling her disregard for shame or consequence.

- clockworks head quickly turned to match her gaze, now staring directly at toby with furrowed brow and wide eye. she froze for a moment at the unexpected comment before shaking her head and smiling into her glare, huffing a confused chuckle in response.

- she couldn’t say she was surprised. toby was as loud-mouthed and crude as she was.

- “yeah, well, wish i could say the same about you” the girl teased back, taking another long drag of her cigarette.

- for the next endless two hours until the laundry had completed its cycle, the pair continued their banter and casual chatter. the occasional passerby on the street glancing in to the laundromat from the large window, to see two blood-splattered youths in nothing but underwear and crooked smile, sharing a smoke with sparks in their eyes.

- everyone could see it but them. the fire between them could burn that town down.

Who’s Watching?

In this artwork I implemented some references to other creepypasta characters including game refs and stories in the background,feel free to check it out!

I had an idea of drawing this due to this song so I got motivated!However I had to go through some trial and error on doing multiple sketches and a difficulty choosing which character to draw until I decided that it would be EJ instead.

silly lookin people