I'm So Normal About Them

🌙 — 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.

he's like a chipmunk

This took way to long

NO TOBY STOP!!!!!!!

🪓 — Heart to Unbeating Heart

a boy who lost everything sits in the pews of an abandoned church with a beast who feasts on man.

- jack sat silently in the pews of an abandoned church he would visit on a particularly hard day. he remained still as the cool air was only accompanied by the soft pattering of the rain outside. the shower leaked its way through the rotting rooftop and onto the decaying wooden floors.

- the occasional roar of thunder bellowed out across the dark late evening skies, causing jack to hold his breath for a moment in fear that god had found him. he knew he had no place in a holy house of the father, he had been stripped of that right when he had lost his humanity.

- with another crack of thunder, the beast heard the sound of the church doors slamming open. yet still, he remained. an unfortunately familiar voice echoed through the nave, characteristically loud and intrusive.

- “ive been looking for you, you sneaky fucker.”

- a frustrated sigh escaped through the sharp teeth of the demonic once-man as he stood up and faced the noise. though his sight had long been replaced with thick black tar, his sharp senses allowed him to see in many other ways. the boy at the entrance smelt of death and ash, a perfect example of the person he was. it seemed everything he touched turned to char and all he knew was how to burn down everything around him. all he knew was that when the world got rough, he had to get rougher to match.

- “its toby, blind fuck.” the boy spoke in a strained, harsh tone, as if he were injured. jack knew this to be true as the putrid smell of blood overcame the calming scent of wet wood and divinity of the church.

- “i know.” jack replied, not moving from where he stood. “well then help me out here! fuck!” toby snapped and limped his weak, nearly mangled body towards the larger being who was known for his impressive anatomical knowledge. on occasion, jack would do medical check-ins for the reckless boy who endured a condition that wouldn’t let him feel, or understand injurious pain responses.

- toby pushed past jack and threw himself onto the pew, his frame was significantly smaller and lankier than the beasts, but jack knew he was no match in combat with the experienced younger. in the house of god, during the storm, he had no choice but to assist in patching his wounds.

- as the grey-tinted claws of his made their way around the open wounds, he came to realize how severe the injuries truly were. multiple deep cuts that desperately needed stitches were etched into tobys arm and torso, as if he was mauled. hearing a bag unzipping, he felt medical supplies being placed into his once-hands.

- “this… this is all i got, can you work with it?” toby spoke through a hitched breath, and jack heard the strength escape the lively boy with the blood he was losing.

- “needle and thread…? and…” he took a deep breath in, “homebrew.”

- “listen, if you cant help me… ill go fu.. fucking find someone else.”

- hostility was second nature to the human. toby had war tearing through his teeth and he wore his anger like a badge of honour. this was in contrast to jack who was a rather passive being. the two had their differences.

-“no, i can work with this. sit still.”

- his sharp, thick once-hands steadily stuck the piece of thread through the sewing needle, and placed it to the side. he then opened the bottle of liquor which immediately filled the cold, rainy air with a strong almost sour smell. jacks sensitive nose scrunched as he poured the alcohol onto tobys open wounds to clean them as much as it could.

- as the creature worked at the injuries beside the boy joining him in the pews, toby stared up at a decaying crucifix statue up at the collapsing altar ahead. he took a deep breath in as all time escaped his perception. in this moment, it was him and a demon in a place they shouldn’t have been in, all long forgotten by civilization.

- jack noticed the unusual silence in the boy, and made awkward conversation.

- “what happened to you..?”

- “you know me, always disobeying. got into a fight, thats all.”

- “with masky?”

- “with brian.”

- a sudden twitch from the tourettes ridden juvenile stopped jack for a moment as he allowed the other to collect himself again. to hear he had been fighting with brian thomas of all people, a man he thought toby had at least a semblance of respect for, was a small surprise. or possibly no surprise at all.

- the wounded continued, breaking the heavy silence. “i did what i had to do.” the air began to grow suffocating.

- “no, toby. there are lines you shouldn’t cross,” the beast scolded softly.

-“there are lines i cross to survive. you know all ‘bout that don’t you?” toby spoke lowly.

-“you seem to have lost your humanity, then.”

- toby silently mouthed off, knowing jack couldn't see the mocking expressions he made. a whisper of frustration escaped the elders mouth for a moment as he scrambled to patch up a reopened wound that was now gushing blood.

- in attempts to distract, jack continued. “have you ever heard the story of icarus?”

- “what? the fucking idiot who flew too close to the sun?”

- “they say that on his way down, he was cheering and hollering. died with hunger in his eyes.” jack worked his stitches tighter this time, learning from his mistake. he never once looked up to meet the boys gaze as he spoke.

- “and your point is?”

- “have you ever tried praying?”

- toby scoffed at the question, turning his head away from looking at jack to glare at the statue ahead. “i have. but no matter what forgiveness i get for the shit i do, i know ill do it again.” the younger spoke, quietly this time. he did not break his stare at christ.

- there was a long pause of silence that lingered for a moment, and the conversation between the two stood still in the doorway as though it did not want to make its leave yet. as jack worked on the deep gashes, and toby looked up at the son of god, both of them kept their thoughts to themselves for the moment. only the rain filled the room, and the smell of blood.

- finally, toby spoke.

- “i wonder if jesus ever hated his father.”

- the sudden change in tone from a harsh one, to one that was soft, meaningful, made jacks unbeating heart sink for a moment.

- “jesus was not human enough for that.” jack responded.

- toby smirked at the irony, eyeing the demonic figure patching him up.

- “thats a rich judgment coming from you,” he teased.

- “call it an educated guess.”

- “do you ever miss your father?” toby spoke softly once again. he looked at the scars and blood that littered his body. some of which existed long before he had became a proxy.

- “no, i dont think of those things anymore,” jack paused for a moment before continuing, “… do you?”

- another pause.

- “i do. i do, and i dont know why,” the wounded replied.

- the beast questioned him, “do you miss your father, or do you need a father?”

- toby stared up again in the eyes of jesus and thought about it for a moment.

- “i want to be something great, something so biblical theres statues of me up in buildings made in my honour,” the boy painted a picture of virtuous suffering, “i want to be so great i dont need a father.”

- “even christ needed a father.”

- “so then what will become of me?” toby questioned with soft concern.

- jack let out a low chuckle to himself as he poked another needle through the pale skin of the bleeding boy.

- “icarus.”

- toby stared for a second, taken aback by the witty reply.

- “youre too smart for your own good jack.”

- “you sound like my mother”

- the sound of the two mens chuckling escaped their smile-twisted mouths like an intertwined dance of companionship and further beneath, a mutual understanding.

- passing casual chatter that opened the weight of the air came to a close as the medic creature finished the last of the stitches. he instructed toby to sit still for awhile and allow himself to recover, knowing fully well the boy wasn’t going to listen. to his surprise, though, toby remained seated. he had a slight smile on his face as he looked forward.

- “never thought i’d catch myself in one of these places,” he spoke with a hint of nostalgia for what could’ve been on his tongue.

- “i used to frequent church, until my transformation. i have long stopped going since i have done what ive done,” jack opened up, sitting still beside the other.

- “god doesn’t care what you have done.”

- “i do. i care.”

- the church was silent. the tall, crumbling statue of jesus stood before the two men.

- “you know you need to be more careful. you throw yourself around recklessly and get others to clean up your mess. what if one day nobody comes to save you?” the tar-eyed once-man spoke in a lecture that coated concern.

- “thats fine. i know im going to end up dying like a dog. ive known this for awhile now.”

- “and you think fighting for your place in this world will make you any more deserving? you act as if you need to earn your right to exist.”

- “you know nothing of war,” toby sneered.

- “you know nothing of mercy,” jack replied.

- “who needs mercy?”

- “you do, toby.”

- toby fiddled with his thumbs, he swallowed, but never did he break his stare from that forsaken statue.

- “god knows what you’ve done, and he still loves you,” jack reassured, speaking words only known to him in his religious past. he knew nothing better than to speak words of faith, its all the tragic creature had left of his humanity.

- “is that supposed to make shit better? he’s still god, and i’m still a killer. his love wont scrub the blood from my hands.”

- “you’re only human.”

- the words that escaped jacks mouth made toby turn his head to face the beast. for a moment, he had forgotten him and the demon weren’t one in the same. he stared.

- “you know, i always seem to forget that. i was just a boy once, before i became this”

- jack stared back through black sockets.

- “you still are. just a boy, i mean.”

- a deep sigh escaped toby, and he noticed the rain had stopped. the night was young and his wounds were patched. he was done here, and it was time to make his leave.

- steadily, he stood up and began to repack his bag as jack stood and watched through his black, dripping sockets. toby weakenly lifted his hatchet from the floor and dragged it behind him as he made his way to the church doors, stepping through the blood-mixed water puddles on the damaged floors.

- “your kind, the proxies. you have always treated me as if i wasnt an abomination. ive always appreciated that,” jack confessed, stopping the leaving boy in his tracks. distance between them was now large, but after tonight, they knew the connection they developed would stay.

- “well, we know another human being when we see one.”

- toby swung his dragging hatchet over his shoulder and made his leave out of the decaying church doors, pushing his limping body.

- jack stood in silence for a moment before he turned around to face that familiar crucifix statue of jesus that stared down at him in disdain. he reached down and picked up a piece of rubble off of the ground, reeling his arm back and chucking it at the head of christ.

- despite everything, jack was still alive. and despite god, he held humanity in his veins.

Masky plush on a dorito in space

dorito rocket (imagine this in color)

i need a tablet or smth to draw with bro

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

toby being elderly

happy birthday to tobias rogers

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

don't u love it when ur girl can peel an orange

half joke anyways hi guys headcanon that toby can't peel oranges or like do anything that requires using his nails because he bites them all the time, MEANWHILE nina is the complete opposite she takes much care of her appearance and does daily spa days with jane and sally so her nails are long enough so she peels tobys oranges and helps him like...with whatever else!!

then… who…. bit clocky 😥

A wolf !

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