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I drew Masky after I started to watch the Marble Hornets series finally.

MY HEADCANONS TICCI TOBY 🪓

Kid Toby Rogers 🧇

• Toby was a very quiet child, with very few or no friends. His best friend was Lyra. The girl was the one who kept him company the most, by far the only one. Confiante worked a lot and was hardly ever at home, when he was he tried to give the boy his attention.

• Lyra was the one who took care of him the most. When he was little, he had no idea of pain when he fell or noticed the bruises. At school, the children didn't understand why he kept squirming in his chair. In fact, he never knew how to deal with his tics. Tourett's was actually one of the disorders that caused Toby to suffer the most bullying. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to proofread.

• Toby once got a teddy bear that he wouldn't let go of. It was on his 4th birthday and he got attached to the teddy bear. Unfortunately, it burned in the fire, but he keeps some of the remains of it with him.

• His parents started having problems when he was 10 or 11 years old, it really affected his family a lot, he always blamed his father for abusing alcohol (We all hate that man)

Teen Toby Rogers🧤

• Toby grew up in a horrible environment, this didn't really shape his personality but it shaped his point of view about his parents, when he helped Lyra the girl got angry because he got hurt but he didn't feel it and didn't care. She always took care of him, he was always grateful for her.

• Toby didn't have any friends, but he can't deny that few people were kind to him. He studied at home when he was little. He only attended school to complete the second year, then he continued studying at home. Lyra helped him and later showed him her ideas. I think she wanted to study fashion, and she was very good at what she did.

• Toby has learned to deal with his tics, and his disorders in general. He understands that no one would ever be in his shoes, so he stopped paying attention to the comments, he never let anyone talk about Lyra or his mother... She may have been a little mean, but she helped him, enough for him to understand why she was late getting home.

• Toby liked to spend his time listening to music, and doodling on random sheets of paper. He never minded being alone, he actually preferred it. Unfortunately, the Slender figure in his window started paying attention to him, which changed his path.

• Toby killed his father 2 days after his sister's death. He was in shock, angry, and couldn't help but feel more hatred for his father. The sad thing was having to leave his mother with no one to live with. His daughter died, her husband was murdered, and his body was burned along with the house. His only son disappeared and never visited her (at least she never saw him).

ADULT TOBY ROGERS 🪓

• He actually became a wanted killer, but that never stopped him from being a "normal adult"; he did his "missions" mostly at night, leaving the day to be more free.

• Toby wasn't getting into relationships, but he has good friends. I can say that Jack and Nina are his best friends now. But there's always room for Lyra, he still hallucinates about her sometimes.

• Toby Smokes not at Masky's level but Smokes enough, the big weed user. Getting high alone for him is therapy not to mention that no one says anything, his clothes smell of smoke and weed

• Toby doesn't shave his beard, it's long and gives him a certain charm. Nina says she likes his beard but hates his mustache. Jack says that Toby looks good either way, he let his hair grow and got more sun on his skin, making it more tanned.

• Toby lives in a small cabin, he and Jack share the house, they get along well even though Toby is disorganized. Jack understands since the refrigerator has food and human organs, they both do their part and that's it. Toby has a good relationship with everyone: Nina, Tim, Hoodie, Jeff. Maybe he's not 100% with Jeff but he puts up with him. He loves talking to Sally even though she's a Poltergeist. He likes to see her floating around.

I'VE WANTED TO DO THIS FOR A LONG TIME >○<

Honestly, I don't speak English well, so I'm sorry for the mistakes. I had a lot of references to do this, but I love writing about Toby! It's one of my favorite creepy's. Coming in first place is Nina, Sally, E.J. and so on..!! Well thanks for reading!!! I'm Morgane ⦻ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Masky/Tim Headcanons

hi hi, stopping by to say that I'm inspired and writing more and more! I hope you like it, sorry for any writing errors :)

My Headcanons Masky/Tim:

Appearance:

-This man is clearly tall, he is around 1.80 or 1.90 tall, he is not small like Toby but he is not bigger than Hoodie

-He and Hoodie are a great duo, they get along well because they know each other better. He doesn't like Toby very much, but he tries to respect him because he knows the boy's condition.

-"Where are my cigarettes?" This man has a smoking habit, are you mad? Smoke, Are you busy? Smoke, Are you observing something or someone? He smoked later. (Professional smoker your lungs ask for help)

-His voice is thick, rough and, but it can vary from person to person, never too gentle, just lower his voice to speak

-He obeys his leader at any cost, he always wants to be the favorite, not that he can't, he wants everything to be perfect, don't take it the wrong way, he knows when he's REALLY perfect

-He has a medium beard, and short straight black hair that is always well combed and never messy. He takes very good care of himself, after all, he really appreciates himself!

-Brown eyes, that's all he doesn't take off his mask much, maybe only around Hoodie but nothing more

-There are moles on the face and body, it is common but they are not attractive, well hidden after all

Well-being and Unwellness

-Bom Tom is not the same person as Masky so his tastes vary between different things, like one likes music the other doesn't like it much, he has two personalities within him, he has difficulty knowing what he likes or not.

-Being alone, something he really enjoys as he tends to not be good socially (None of these guys are after all)

-He doesn't like to share, he could be talking to Hoodie and Toby bothers him and he will get stressed or leave or probably have a fight

-Women, he doesn't know how to act well, he's never liked anyone, but if it happens it won't be long before a disappearance occurs, he knows how to make plans that won't fail for anything.

-Fairly though, he hates losing in basic things like board games

Masky: "You're stealing, aren't you?"

Toby: "No, to be honest I don't even know how to play this"

Work:

-He took the missions extremely seriously so you don't want to get in the way or else something will get ugly between you and Masky

-He doesn't always have a straight face, he knows how to smile, he just doesn't do it a lot

-He likes animals, but he wouldn't have a pet because he doesn't have time to take care of it, the pet would end up dead or something like that

-Good at disguises, if he needs to become a teacher he will do it and always do it perfectly so that the mission is completed without any hesitatio

-"Damn, what did they do to my car!"-he is jealous of anything that is his, including people, cars, objects or even pens

Well guys, that's it, sorry for any serious mistakes, I'm dying of sleep, I don't know if it's written correctly! :)

I keep forgetting THE Tim Sutton exists and now I want twitter (I won't get it or make an acc) so I can follow him and stalk his account for no reason

@thr4shit @someaholic @cosmo112

Tim sutton on Twitter!

Masky is a bat confirmed

Who really are you?

T1m W41ght?

Your eyes are soulless and empty. You're a broken piece of ancient pottery. Worn and worse from wear.

Måßk6?

Face glossy and devoid of feeling. Rain and thunder storms couldn't describe the torment behind those eyes. How much does it hurt to never be able to scream?

You don't seem like yourself anymore. How does it feel, being split down the middle- on the verge between life and death?

Did it hurt when he killed you?

Did it hurt when he killed you again?

...

Can we actually talk about how Tim's life is basically ruined?

Can we talk about how He just wanted to live normally but he couldn't because he unfortunately got involved with all this Operator bs and whatever crack Alex was on?

(we can't fully blame anyone except The Operator because they're all victims of this madness, yes even Alex)

Can we talk about how Tim may be forever scarred mentally and emotionally because a significant and fucked up part of his life was just on camera and he had to figure out what in the world was happening to him everytime he blacked out?

Can we talk about how he may never understand why he got involved in the first place? And subsequently, can we talk about how he might hold on forever to the belief that he brought The Operator into the world and kickstarted this nonsense?

Can we talk about how his pain was pushed onto a back burner because Jay and Alex had shit to sort through?

Can we talk about how he and Brian might never get past their trauma and not being able to shine in the presence of the 2 stars that are Alex and Jay?

Can we talk about this?

Anyone remember that one reader insert where the reader dressed as hoodie for a party, and then is mistaken as him by the proxies? Man that was good

I'm sorry if I haven't been able to post art (like anyone here cares, but hey) I've been busy on a project, I'll bring you more Gambit shitpost soon.

Anyway, here are some doodles that i made yesterday

Uh-oh, not THAT creepypasta phase again!

NAAAAAA-

small ramble because I'm too big a nerd for marble hornets NOT to :

no, Tim doesn't have DID! or black out episodes! he's actually not a proxy at all.

the whole concept that when he has the mask on, he's in a different persona? it's actually untrue. he's fully sentient and himself when he has the mask on - he knows what he's doing, who he's talking to, and it's the same person.

the only reason he forgets things in the series is because the operator wipes his memory. he forgets things after the operator gets his hands on him, or through Alex. Tim doesn't remember getting his leg broken, because Alex was there with the operator when it happened. other than that, he's sentient.

why? he was confused. he didn't understand, so when Brian came along (also fully himself), showing Tim how Alex was "the problem", Tim was enraged and teamed up as "Masky" and "Hoody" to work against Alex and the operator. theyre not proxies, they never served the operator, and they're fully sentient.

I recommend watching NightMind's video on it! NightMind my goat. gave me a completely new understanding on the series.

feel free to ask away if needed. :)

I absolutely hate Adam from the marble hornets comics so I drew him with period cramps

thank you for your time

"omg alex kralie my bbg!! I love him!!!!" not me. I want that twink obliterated.

small psa : the marble hornets cheesecake joke was never about fat shaming Tim.

for those who don't know, the joke originally came from a youtube video called "cooking with totheark", a parody video where all the codes in the video translated to a recipe for a key lime pie. somewhere along the way it got mistranslated to cheesecake, and somehow the fandom came up with the idea that it was to fat shame Tim.

it was infact not! btw watch "cooking with totheark" I laughed annoyingly loud at it.

pov:returning from a mission

A blinding flash, a thunderclap is heard right above the house, deafening like a shot from a dozen cannons. A downpour, large drops beat a fraction on the glass, the wind whips the trees dangerously tilting them to the ground.

Perched on the windowsill, Yasuda looked out of the window without much interest. The water was rapidly filling the potholes in the asphalt, aggravating the road that had already seen the best years. If everything continues in the same spirit, then by tomorrow it will even be impossible to pass there. Get bogged down in mud up to your ears.

Yasuda yawned sleepily, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Given the weather conditions, the guys will not appear soon, so it was possible to lie down and rest for a while…

Another lightning streaks a ragged line in the sky, thunder sounds again, the downpour intensifies. Water was pouring down the glass in a continuous stream, and the weather forecast promised sunny weather in the morning. They lied as always.

Through the dense wall of rain, the dim light of the van's headlights cuts through, barely discernible because of its dirty white color. They did get there, which was amazing. According to Brian's stories, their car suffered more than one drowning in a swamp, shooting, disgusting rural roads and other unpleasant things. But, for some strange reason, he categorically refused to change to something newer.

"- You don't understand, it's like betraying a comrade-in-arms. - Brian lovingly ran his hand over the rusty hood, - And it is unlikely that I will ever find something more reliable than this old buddy. "

For the most part, Yasuda didn't care, and if Brian felt better with this old junk on wheels, then who was he to mind? Moreover, they tried not to shine this car, and on occasion used the stolen one, so there was no need to worry about the search for suspicious vehicles. Not when you have several plates with the numbers of at least five states and Canada in your trunk.

The front door of the entrance slammed, someone was hurrying up the steps. Yasuda lazily shifted his gaze from the window. Well, apparently he won't have time to take a nap.

Tumbling into the hallway, a wet Toby appeared in Tim's jacket. It is unlikely that he himself nobly gave it away in such vile weather, so apparently he will come here angry as a thousand devils. Meanwhile, Toby shook his head like a dog, kicked off his wet shoes, not paying the slightest attention to the puddle of water spreading out under him.

Yasuda looked dispassionately at the scene developing in front of him, wondering whether it was worth preparing an extra portion, or would the Masky be merciless today, and it was time to say goodbye to one member of their squad? It is unlikely that Toby will be honored with a proper burial, so there will be no need to buy a funeral wreath.

-Hi, - Toby waved his hand, with the other brushing away the stuck hair to his forehead, - what are you going to cook for dinner?

-And why me at once? - Yasuda asked, stretching. - I didn't get hired here as a personal chef.

-Well, you're a good cook. - Toby casually tossed Tim's jacket onto the nearest chair. - And you don't want to have to deal with two evil trolls behind me. - he nodded at the front door with a grin, disappearing into one of the rooms.

Indeed, to exasperate the main ones now would be absolutely unforgivable stupidity. Otherwise, the head will be bitten off. Yasuda chuckled to himself as he jumped off the windowsill. Don't bother and cook pasta with lasagna? Maybe another salad. Cooking for three healthy men was one headache. Okay, Toby, he can eat absolutely anything, some of his taste habits made shudder just at the thought of certain combinations of products… Not that the others were picky, especially after missions when they all came back hungry as a pack of wolves. But it wouldn't be great to brew ramen either. Of course, there is regeneration, but still a stomach ulcer is very unpleasant. Sometimes bad thoughts crept in that he was joined to the team somewhat to balance the strength, but in order to keep them all in a stable mental and physical condition. What to do sometimes was frankly difficult.

-Rogers! You have no idea what I'm going to fucking do to you! - a completely wet and angry Tim rushed past Yasuda, who was thinking, he barely managed to jump back to the wall so as not to be touched.

-And hello to you… - Yasuda muttered, trying to hide a smile. The door of the room slammed. The smell of wet clothes and cigarettes remained in the corridor. Brian snorted cheerfully as he took off his hoodie over his head.

-We had to push a stuck car. So, it's better not to approach him anytime soon… - he set his shoes aside, - preferably a few hours.

-Yes? And I was going to make pasta with lasagna. - Yasuda drawled as he strode into the kitchen.

-An hour. - Brian visibly perked up.

-And there are still a few cans of beer left in the fridge…

-Half an hour, and you can ask him anything, just make it look as casual as possible.

Great, Yasuda noted to himself as he took the pot out of the cupboard. So tomorrow he can ask for a whole day off. It is unlikely that in such unbearable weather, they will have any work. But knowing their "boss" and his irrepressible "imagination"…

The rain drummed on the glass with double force, lightning struck the lamp post, orange sparks flew.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on:"pov: your room is next to hoodie & masky's"

pov: robbing with a proxy

- Well, what idiots... - Masky sighed wearily. Yasuda looked at him blankly, having stopped bandaging his left hand.

- Not you. - the Masky waved away irritably, taking a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket pocket. For a moment, a dim orange light illuminated his frowning face. He took a drag and continued. - Well, what can do there for so long? I said it clearly, they in, took what we needed and quickly left.

- Well, you know Toby. - Yasuda tightened the bandage and hid its end under other layers. - With him, any trip anywhere turns into something else... Adventure.

The Masky snorted and a drag. How long has it been? More than half an hour? There's not a queue in the end, they specifically went to rob the store at night. Masky peeked around the corner, checking to see if their partners were coming. But there was no one. Only the wind drove the wrapper glistening in the light of the lantern. Masky returned to the gateway, standing in his former place leaning against the wall.

Yasuda lowered the sleeve of his jacket, and began to check whether the bandage on his right arm was tight. Well, really, why is the Masky so worried? If they were discovered, the alarm system would have screeched all over, and most likely Toby just hung in front of some department again. Yasuda had already opened his mouth to calm the Masky, but then the silence of the night city was broken by a alarm signal alarm trill. It seems to be a fire alarm.

Masky made a martyred expression on his face, threw his cigarette butt on the ground and, heading for the opposite exit from the alley, commanded:

- Come.

Yasuda hurried after him. It seems that another robbery of the store really turned into an adventure. How did they even manage to light something? Even by accident?

In front, Masky was swearing through his teeth, - "God, why did I deserve this?I'll kill the two of them if they come back."

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: walking in the woods with the proxies (background noises)"

This author makes really great playlists!

pov: a car ride with masky & hoodie

The door slammed, the Masky muttered something about "fucking scrap metal, not a car."

- Come on, you. At least she's still going. - Hoody grunted, starting off. Masky did not answer, turned the radio panel in search of a more or less normal radio station. Finally finding something satisfactory, he leaned back in his seat, rummaging in his jacket pockets for cigarettes.

Yasuda looked out the window at the monotonous landscape of the forest passing by. Suddenly, the car was thrown especially hard on another pothole, had to cling to the door handle so as not to hit my head on the glass.

- Hoodie, fuck. - Masky gripped the seat with one hand.

- what? It's not my fault that we live in the ass of a world without normal roads. - Hoodie turned the steering wheel, then the car drove more calmly. Yasuda shook his head. The trip promised to be very long. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: a car ride with masky & hoodie ft. jeff for 2 seconds" This author makes really great playlists!

Masky: remember that game in elementary school where each person would say one word and the next person would say a word etc so it would create a cohesive story? Let’s do that.

Masky: Two

Ej: thousand

Lj: men

Toby: ate

Ben: their

Jeff: dicks

Masky: Game's over

In Court

Toby: *whispers to lawyer*

Ej,the lawyer: That has nothing to do with the case.

Toby: Just ask

Ej to judge masky: *sigh* do you think he’s cute be honest

Masky: How much is rent for this fantastic apartment?

Employ: Sir, this is the liquor aisle of the grocery store...

Toby: *screaming angrily*

Masky: *screaming back*

Ej, walking in: .... What are they doing?

Hoodie: They're blaming each other for eating all the snacks when it was actually me.

*Knock at his door*

Masky: I hope it's death.

he is GEEKED

𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 3

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff?

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You made a friend, yand you guys started talking through notes! Yeay! (I have no clue what to put in here..)

Note: I got super excited because this came to me in a dream and I just thought it was probably meant to be! But I forgot Tim's part.. Maybe a little ooc? But I hope you like this either way :)

You hesitated, pen hovering over the paper as your mind raced. The forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves, and you could almost hear your own heartbeat. There was a vulnerability in this exchange, an unspoken bond that was both comforting and terrifying. What if this person, this stranger, was someone you could connect with? But what if they weren’t? What if this was just a fleeting interaction, leaving you more alone than before? Your hand finally moved, the pen meeting the page as you began to write:

"Thank you for your note? Means a lot to know someone out there understands. I don't know who you are, and maybe that makes it easier, to be honest. I've felt lost for a long time, like I’m wandering through a world where everyone else has a place, but I don't. The forest is the one place I feel like I can breathe. It's quiet, peaceful. But sometimes I feel like it’s just a reminder of how alone I really am."

"You said you understand. I wonder, do you feel the same way? Do you come to the forest to escape too, or to find something you’re missing? Maybe it's both for me. I don’t know."

"And if you're willing, I'd like to hear more from you. Maybe we can share our thoughts, even if it’s just through these notes. I don’t know if it will make it go away, but maybe it will help, even just a little. Hope you'll find this note"

You paused, rereading the words. It felt raw, exposing parts of yourself that you rarely even acknowledged; was this too open? you thought. But there was a strange comfort in it too, like a weight being lifted, even if just slightly. You added a small doodle of a tree next to your words, hoping it would convey some of the warmth you were feeling despite your nerves.

Folding the note carefully, you placed it in the same spot where you’d found it last, hoping the person would find it. As you walked away, a mix of anxiety and hope settled in your chest. The forest seemed different now, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. You couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, this exchange might be the beginning of something more—a connection, even if only a fleeting one.

As you walked home, the shadows lengthening with the setting sun, you found yourself glancing back at the path, wondering if you would hear from them again, and what they might say. The forest seemed quieter than usual, as if it was sharing your anticipation.

The days that followed were filled with a strange mix of excitement and dread. Every time you walked the path, your heart would race, wondering if there would be another note waiting for you.

────

And then, one afternoon, as you rounded the familiar bend, you saw it—a small piece of paper tucked under a rock, almost as if it was hiding, waiting for you to discover it. Your hands trembled slightly as you picked it up, unfolding it with a sense of urgency. The handwriting was the same—messy but legible, and the message made your heart skip a beat.

"glad you wrote back. The forest has been a place that somehow get me at ease. It’s the only place where I feel like I can breathe, away from the noise and take a rest. I come here to think, to be alone, but I guess part of me is always hoping I won’t be alone forever, I guess?"

"Your words connected with me more than I expected. It’s strange, right? How you can feel so connected to someone you’ve never met, just through words on a page. Don’t know where this will go, but I’d like to keep writing. Maybe, we can make this loneliness a little less overwhelming."

A small doodle of a leaf was drawn at the bottom of the page. You couldn’t help but smile as you traced it with your finger. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of something you hadn’t felt in ages—hope.

Morning light filtered through the curtains of your small apartment, casting soft shadows across the room. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past few days in your mind. The notes, the stranger in the forest—it all felt surreal, like something out of a book or a dream. Yet it was real, as real as the sunlight warming your face and the faint hum of birds and the city beyond your window.

You finally pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, your feet meeting the cool wooden floor. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, amplifying the thoughts swirling in your head. You went through the motions of your morning routine, brushing your teeth, making a cup of coffee, but your mind was elsewhere, caught up in the mystery of the notes. Who was this person? why are you smiling so dumbly? you didn't even know the person.. but you do want to get to know them better, don't you?

As you sat at the small kitchen table, sipping your coffee, you glanced over at your notebook lying on the counter. The pages were filled with your thoughts, sketches, and bits of poetry—things you usually kept to yourself. Yet here you were, sharing pieces of your soul with a stranger. It was terrifying, but also liberating in a way you hadn't anticipated.

────

The city outside was beginning to wake up, the distant sounds of traffic and voices slowly filling the silence. But your thoughts were far from the bustling streets. The forest felt like a world apart, a sanctuary where time moved differently. You wondered if today would be the day you’d find another note. The thought made your heart race, a mix of excitement and anxiety churning in your chest.

After finishing your coffee, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. The small apartment felt too confining, too full of thoughts and questions that had no answers. You dressed quickly, pulling on a light jacket before stepping outside. The city greeted you with its usual mix of sounds and scent. But your mind was elsewhere, already halfway to the forest. Earlier than usual.

As you walked, your thoughts returned to the note you’d found the day before. The stranger had said they felt connected to you, just through your words. It was strange, how that simple acknowledgment had brought you so much comfort. You’d never considered that someone else might feel the same way you did, might seek refuge in the same places.

Before you knew it, you were on the familiar path leading to the forest. The noise of the city faded behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds. The air was cooler here, fresher, and you breathed it in deeply, feeling some of the tension leave your body.

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As you approached the large tree, your heart began to race again. Would there be another note? You weren’t sure what you hoped for more—the continuation of this strange, wordless conversation, or the comfort of finding nothing, letting it all remain a fleeting cconnection But as you rounded the corner, you saw it— a small piece of paper, tucked under the same rock where you’d left your last note. You hesitated, a mix of excitement and nerves washing over you, before slowly reaching down to pick it up. Unfolding the paper, you saw the familiar handwriting. Your breath caught as you began to read:

"I checked to see if you left a note, didn’t know if you’d come back, but I hoped you would. Maybe you forgot to reply? or maybe you just dont know what to say? I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said— how the forest feels like a sanctuary, but also a reminder of loneliness. I get that. Sometimes it’s like the trees are the only ones who understand, who listen without judging. But knowing that you’re out there, feeling the same way, makes the forest feel a little less lonely."

"I don’t know what’s going to happen with this, with us?? Maybe it’s just words on a page, and maybe that’s all it will ever be; and im just overthinking myself. But I find myself looking forward to your notes, to hearing from you. It’s strange, really. Maybe we don’t need to meet? Maybe this is enough. Or maybe… maybe one day we will?"

"If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to know more about you. Not everything, just… whatever you feel like sharing, I guess? Who are you when you’re not here, in the forest? What makes you laugh, what keeps you up at night? I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but I’m curious. I want to understand the person behind the words."

You smiled faintly, a warmth spreading through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. This person, whoever they were, understood you in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. You didn’t know if you were ready to share more about yourself, but the idea of opening up, even just a little, didn’t seem as terrifying as it once did.

Sitting down against the tree, you pulled out your notebook and pen. The forest was quiet around you, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. And the orange shade that shine across your face as the sun began to hide. You thought carefully about what you wanted to say, how much you were willing to share. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet energy, as if it too was waiting to see what would happen next. And for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to face the loneliness alone.

Soo.. what do we think?? I personally like this one! I think its the longest ive ever written actually.. I made this at like, 3 am?? Stayed all night for this, LOL :3

Thoughts and criticisms are welcomed, as it would help me improve on my writing!

𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 2

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff??

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You returned, pleading for a friend. Someone to talk to, someone to relate. Tim then finds the note, and decided to respond because.. why not?

Note: I want this to be a slowburn? But I am sooo Impatient.. So I feel like im just writing the same thing over and over NOO (´△｀)

You walked on the path where you were before. You had returned, back to the secluded spot under the large tree; feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort. Once more, you settled down amongst the fallen leaves and opened your notebook. This time, thoughts were filled with a full mix of emotions, including loneliness and a longing for connection.

You stare off into the distance, wondering. A thought ran through your head, you then began to write. But then you stopped, why did you stop? You paused for a moment and looked around, taking in the quiet beauty of the forest. The sun was still high in the sky, and yet casting an orange shadow throughout the forest, shimmering on the ground.

You began writing once again, yet this time you wrote something a bit different than your normal. Usually you'd be writing about your day, your feelings, and your thoughts, but rather than your usual, this time you wrote one sentence that made you hesitate. You were unsure, why? You didn't know. Putting aside your worry, you continued writing.

You thought of it for a moment, debating in your thoughts once more. Though Another thought came to mind, as you wrote another sentence at the bottom of the paragraph.

Finished writing, you then leaned back on the dark tree bark. This time you had felt more nervous about what you had written, and yet there was something about it that made you feel some relief; as if you were letting something out of you. Your thoughts and feelings were written on the page; maybe a small doodle will make the message more friendly? as if someone will read it, you thought. But you were still nervous about the thought of someone reading them. You wrote a small sentence in the bottom left of the note. You left it right there as you packed up your things, hoping someone who finds it will maybe talk to you..

Tim continued on his nightly walk through the forest. Though, it was still noon, the sky still bright, the sun has yet to set, chill starting to settle with the slowly falling night. His thoughts were scattered and weary, as he let his feet move him along the familiar path.

He was deep in thought; when his gaze flickered downwards, spotting something on the ground. As he got closer, recognition filled him; a note. Had it been the same person? He thought. Kneeling down to picked it up, as his curiosity piqued. He then unfolded it, eyes scanned the words written on the page.

He began to read the words carefully, absorbing the contents written on the page. The message was personal, an expression of loneliness and a longing for connection. It was written in the same handwriting as before, but this time, the tone was different. It felt more open and vulnerable, as if the writer was reaching out, seeking a response.

Tim didn't know what to make out of it. Feeling intrigued, he continued reading. But as he reached the end, two additional sentences caught his attention. The words seemed to convey a sense of loneliness and longing for connection, written in a messy yet desperate script. Tim read the note intently, feeling a slight pang of sympathy for the person who wrote it.

Curiosity gripped him, wondering who could have left this. It had to be the same person, he thought, as he read through it once more, taking in the words and messy but neat handwriting. It looks familiar, he thought. He looks around, looking for a clue once again, as he reads,

"I sit alone in the abyss of silence, aside from the melodic singing song of the birds. As time goes on, thoughts of loneliness and longing fill my mind. No one to speak to, no one to relate to. The weight of aloneness is too much to bear, and I know that all I can do, is sit here, just waiting for the day that I'll have the courage to reach out, and look for company, look for friends." He finished reading the first page, flipping the back to see just incase. And he sure was right, there was another, that reads.

"I seek refuge in the forest, it's the only safe space I have left. Surrounded by trees, plants, and nature, it offers me some comfort in this cold, vast world. I often find myself quietly pleading to god for a friend. Someone who could understand my struggles, be there for me. My heart longs for companionship, for someone who could be the light at the end of my dark tunnel." There was more, bottom left corner of the paper.

"But, it seems like even god can't hear me, or perhaps no one's listening."

"Maybe someday, someone will be willing to listen." The note end there, with a simple doodle of a cat, weeping; and few stars on the pieces of papers.

Maybe once he get back, he'll reply. Maybe?

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as you stared down at the page. Your heart raced, the silence of the forest almost deafening. The note in your hand felt heavy, and yet it also gave you a strange sense of comfort, knowing that someone had found and read your words. You looked around the silent forest, hoping that it wasn't just a silly joke. You took a deep breath and started to read the reply. The letters were written in a scribbly but neat handwriting; it was.. human. Message was brief and simple, yet it left you feeling a little puzzled. It reads,

"saw your note. I get it, the loneliness and longing in your heart. I can relate." You read the words on the paper again, mind racing with thoughts. The simplicity of the message intrigued you, yet at the same time, it made you feel slightly uneasy. Who was this person who had replied to your note? You sat back against the tree, deep in thought, as you stared at the note once again.

Do you write a respond? You thought. Will they read it or not, you still decided to respond. But as you write your response, a mix of emotions flood through you. Part of you feels relieved that someone else understands your loneliness, yet a small part of you yearns for a deeper connection, a desire for someone to truly know how you feel, an actual friendship.

I DONT LIKE THIS ONE NOOO (ㄒoㄒ)

AA THIS FEELS OOC! IS THIS OOC?? Maybe I'll do a rewrite someday.. But for now I'll just continue the fic..

Also, feedback and criticism is welcomed, just please dont be rude about it :-)

𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 1

★ CHARACTER ─ Timothy Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff?? Idk?

★ WARNING ─ None that i could think of

✦ SUMMARY ─ Where you take a walk and accidentally leaves a few notes behind, filled with words in your heart. And a few hours later, Tim is out on a night walk and stumbles upon one of the notes.

Note: This doesn't have the x reader yet? Just an opening for a series im working on. And im just trying out a writing style

The warm sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting patches of dappled light across the path. The forest was your escape, the place you are comfortable in, the place where you feel 'safe'. Birds sang and chirped in the distance, their cheerful tunes filling the air. Alone, you walked through the forest, letting the tranquility of the nature around you ease your mind. Along the path, there were a variety of flowers layed on near the path; leaves scattering the ground beneath your feet, the bushes on the side of the route rustling softly in the small breeze; hair blowing in the cold breeze.

You found a small, secluded spot under a large tree and sank down into a soft patch of grass amongst some fallen leaves. The quiet of the forest around you provided a sense of tranquility, and you took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness. Leaning back against the rough bark of the tree, you took out a small notebook and pen, preparing to put your thoughts on paper.

With the notebook and pen in hand, you opened the small book and hovered the pen over the blank page. The sun's rays filtered through the trees, casting a warm, dappled light on the page. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, breathing in the clean air and savoring the calm of the area. Frustration was in your mind, without any thoughts you write just how you felt currently. Venting all your problems; all the problems about college, work, and home problems are all out on pieces of papers.

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As the hours went by, the sun began its slow descent, casting longer shadows across the forest floor. The air around you cooled slightly, and the chirping of the birds became more distant, as if they were heading back to their nests for the night. The light faded, casting the forest in a more muted, muted light. The atmosphere became more peaceful, as the day slowly darkened.

After sitting under the tree for a while, you began to gather your things. You packed up your book and pen, and stood up to stretch a bit. Looking around the area, you noticed a few pieces of trash scattered on the ground; mostly empty packaging and wrapping. You picked up the trash and decided to dispose of it properly.

In the process of tidying up, you accidentally left a few small pieces of trash unnoticed in the grass and leaves. The small bits of trash were concealed among the surrounding leaves and grass. Unaware of what you had left behind, you picked up the rest of the larger pieces of garbage and began walking away from the tree, heading back towards the main path and went home.

It was dark. As Tim walked down the path through the quiet forest, his gaze fell upon a wrinkled piece of paper that stuck out in the grass to the side of the path. Curious, he stopped and knelt down to take a closer look at it. He picked up the paper and began to straighten it out, his eyes scanning the contents of the note. The note was creased and slightly torn, as if it had been crumpled up and discarded there in the forest. Tim's eyes flicked across the words on the paper, taking in the message left behind by an unknown person.

The message was written in a messy scrawl, but Tim could make out the words, he glided his thumb, smudging the ink. And as he read, he began to get an idea of what the note was about. What did the message say? Did it hold some meaning or a hidden message? The words on the paper seemed to be a short, bit personal message, written by someone.

Tim continued to read the note, his eyes moving over the words, trying to make sense of their content. He felt a sense of curiosity, wondering who had left the note behind and what purpose it served. The paper crackled in his hands as he held it, the only sound in the otherwise silent forest.

As Tim read the words on the note,

"In the dead of night, a soul does cry, words of anguish, bitter, with naught. Despair, a constant shadow, does follow this weary mind, frustration burns, a flame in the darkness, that cannot be denied. And still the shadows lengthen, the night does deepen, yet the troubled heart cannot find any release, any rep" His expression changed to one of confusion. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find, but he certainly didn't anticipate the message.

He looked around the silent forest, as if searching for some sign or explanation, but there was nothing but the soft rustling of leaves and silence. Thinking for a few moments, Tim decided to roll up the note and put it in his pocket, planning to come back to it later. For now, he continued down the path, his mind filled with questions and curiosity.

Im not sure if I like how this turned out? Currently thinking about turning this into a series, should I?? Also, First fic btw!! hope ya guys like this (^◡^)/

holy shit is that!!!! a!!! creppypasta!!!! art!?? yes it is finally!!! i remembered i had a canvas with those sketches, didn't had much ideas what to draw, but then creepypasta happened of course i need to draw some shit about creepypasta

so, we have two old sketches of ticcy toby, tim masky and hoody kinda remade sketch of laughting jack and a new one with two jane's

idk which jane is more important to community so i decided to draw two of them

thats all i guess lol