Ticci Toby Has Wormed His Way Into My Brain And Is Not Leaving!

shut up and drive~

(DO NOT CLAIM/TRACE, pfp & edit use is okay WITH CREDIT)

honestly not that happy with how this one came out but i might as well post it :3

Back to our regularly scheduled universe. More Jeff go figure, + some doodles and concepts for a comic I wanna try

🪓 — Teenagers. Ticci Toby

“you’re never gonna fit in much kid” / “make ‘em pay for the things that they did”

- toby rogers was an angry boy. angry at the world, at everyone. his rage was violent and loud, like his fathers was. it moved him.

- there was a biblical righteousness in his wrath, his calloused hands pridefully gripping the bloody axe as he stands tall over his pretty victim. what a mess he made. this was a typical scene for the boy, it was his desperate attempt at finding a sliver of control in his powerless life.

- one evening, he found himself mingling in a sketchy, broken down apartment with two familiar men he knew as tim wright and brian thomas, alongside some other faces he never cared to remember. it was the type of place heavy with past of brutality and crime. the type of place most normal people would be too scared to go near, fearing they would only become a victim to guys like him.

- though he was typically ignored in conversation, the rough boy forced himself into the world that constantly rejected him, intruding on any space he could. there was a loud, but subtle, desperate attempt to be something bigger than himself.

- volatility run coarse through him. for one moment he was sitting on a raggedy, stained old couch in the dank apartment living room chatting with his colleagues as they talked over beers, and the next he was storming angrily out of the building at a comment someone had made.

- he was always the runt of the group, the butt of a joke. the people around him would pick on him like predator to prey, and laughed as they watched him squirm between their teeth.

- when he left, slamming the front door behind him, the conversations and dark chatter continued on as normal. it was if he was never there, and nobody cared. there was a cruel indifference to the boys suffering, as god turns a blind eye.

- not until he returned with a metal baseball bat in his hand did they understand the extent of his rage. one look into his darkened eyes and they knew better than to try to restrain a rabid dog.

- with quick motion, he raised the bat up high and began smashing every bottle, window, tv screen and table in the room. he ignored the angry shouts for him to ‘calm the fuck down’ and to ‘put the fucking bat away’. he hit the weapon furiously at anything he could. “you think its fucking funny now?”

- sharp exhales escaped his grimacing mouth as his chest raised and fell in an attempt to catch his breath. he stood victorious amongst the destruction he had caused, shards of glass and splintered wood cluttered the dirty carpeted floor. through gritted teeth, he muttered “do not fuck with me”.

- the metal bat clattered to the ground as he let out a final frustrated sigh before taking his leave. he didn’t say another word. he had done enough.

cringetober day 13

and happy creepypasta day :3

i’ll be back before you can say blueberry pie

throwback to when i was in inpatient and drew the most atrocities hoodie

Masky plush on a dorito in space

dorito rocket (imagine this in color)

i need a tablet or smth to draw with bro

Working on a new Clockwork Natalie illustration for tonight, this version of the character isn't human by any means. She's technology from the red world shoved into the brain socket of a dead woman's body given life by the Tyrant.

Toby and Clockwork were so used to hearing Nina come to them about the most heartbreaking things regarding her relationship with Jeff. Him ignoring her for weeks, calling her names, using her, threatening her. Now that Nina's with Kate, they're secretly so relieved to hear Nina complaining about mundane, normal relationship things now

NEW ART‼️‼️,,,, what do u guys think Toby’s favorite song would be