Nina The Killer Redesigned! By Villanous_Content

Ticci Toby headcannons

Kinda just what I see him as :)

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Does not like cars-kinda bc the accident

He grew up in Germany for the first 15 years then his dad got a new job and they moved to the states

He has a scar on the cheek but it’s only still there bc he gnaws at his cheek when stressed(he has bandages on his fingers to keep him from graying thru those)

Sense he can’t feel direct pain but only feels a tingling sensation in the area,his pleasure can be sky rocked,witch means he might have a small porn addiction,just for the pleasure

He does it bc he wants to feel something even if it’s disgusting pleasure

Sometimes he sings a German lullaby his mom taught him

Loves bunnies (all animals but he has smt for bunnies)

He does have a sweet and silly side like the fanon version but it’s very rare unless your his close trusted comerad

He carries two hatches on his waistband normally but if he has to he has a axe in his room

I headcannon that he does not like to use that one Beacuse that’s the one he used to kill his mother

He’s a pyromaniac yet has a lil bit of trauma to fire

Sleeps on a cheap silk pillow just so his scar doesn’t infected (more than it is)

Does not know about mh -only that hoodie and masky knew each other beforehand

Attachment issues 100%

Hates his mask bc it rubs the skin off his scar and makes it ich

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”Ich liebe Dich” my loves!

Tell me if yall want more!

I could cry reading this, as incredible as it may seem, it's perfect but the ending makes me cry I have no words...

La Danse Macabre (Ticci Toby x Reader)

Everyone must meet you, in the end. A Creepypasta x Death!Reader story.

TW: Mentions of violence, gore, and overall very dark themes. If you are uncomfortable in any way with the thought of what comes after life, I would not recommend reading.

A/N: This is a fic I wrote about two years ago, originally published on Quotev. I am aware that the creator of the character of Ticci Toby does not desire for anyone to use him in content, but seeing as this fic has existed on the internet for two years- I am merely just reposting it here. This is part one of a series involving various Creepypasta characters and the reader, the personification of death.

The first time you meet, Toby mistakes you for an angel.

You gaze down at him through shattered glass and twisted metal with nothing but pity in your eyes. Even as the car burns around him, all he wants to do is continue looking upon your beauty. His breath catches in his throat as you reach towards him, a dainty hand emerging from your billowing robes.

Toby prays you will grace him with your touch, but he is not what you have come for. Only then does he become aware of his sister slumped against his side, her head lolling forward at an unnatural angle.

That can’t be comfortable, Toby thinks as he watches you brush away the hair stuck to Lyra’s forehead. A red substance trickles from her nose, but he pays no mind to it as you press three fingertips to her skin. When you withdraw them, a gold light follows, morphing around your fingers in warm whisps. They settle into a glowing orb that floats in your palm, its soft light illuminating the sharp features of your face before you tuck your hand into your robes once more.

Where are you taking her? Toby wants to ask, the words unwilling to spill out. His desperate eyes lock with yours. Take me with you!

As if you heard his plea, you shake your head once softly. A sad smile twists your lips as you take a step back.

Please don’t leave me! Toby tries to shout. All he can manage is a garbled groan, his dry throat constricting with the effort. He blinks and you’re gone, not a single trace of you left behind.

Despair takes over him, and the next thing he’s aware of is the harsh fluorescent light of his hospital room beating down on him. His mother is in the chair beside his bed, her fingers interwoven tightly in his own.

He barely registers her words as she tells him of the accident, the fire, his sister. Numbness creeps over his senses, until the memory of your face gazing upon him is all he can see. 

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The next time you meet, Toby believes you are the devil.

You are a shadow in his periphery from the moment his service to the Slenderman begins, a blight in the corner of his vision that disappears every time he turns his head.

He can always feel you there, watching him. He wants to hate you. A part of him does, if only for the fact that you left him to continue living alone. However, as time goes on and your presence becomes as familiar as a second skin, he finds himself doing just the opposite. You are the only thing that ties him to who he was before, the only thing that bridges his current life to his previous one.

It isn’t until one fateful night that you make yourself truly known.

Toby stands over the slaughtered family, blood dripping from his hatchets. He is breathing heavily, the strong scent of iron and tears filling the air. A little girl lays at his boots, her eyes blown wide in terror, her last scream forever frozen on her lips.

You morph into being from the shadows, bending down and closing her eyelids. Her soul is malleable and warm, glowing with a pale pink. Your heart is heavy as you tuck it into your robes.

“You are trying very hard to make me regret sparing your life,” You say, your gaze glued to the child’s face.

Toby scoffs, ignoring the twinge of guilt deep in his gut. “It sh-should have b-been me th-th-that day.”

“Do not play this game with me,” you warn, finally standing to face him. “You will lose.”

Last time he saw you fully, Toby thought you were his guardian angel finally showing yourself. He thought you bright and beautiful as the starlight. Now he knows you to be as terrible as the dawn. He holds your gaze defiantly even as desire sweeps through him.

You soften slightly, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He keens into your touch, twitching slightly. You sigh. Times like these make you detest the immortal blood running through your veins. “Life is a sacred gift, my love.” you say, your fingers deftly lowering his mouth guard. “Please don’t waste it.”

For once, Toby- shy, demure, Toby- is bold. He leans forward, capturing your lips with his. You taste of honey, you taste of wind. You taste of all that has been and all that will be, and he would gladly drown in it forever, as long as it was by your side.

You reluctantly pull away, the moment having gone on too long. You can feel the souls from around the world crying out for you, begging for their release.

“Will I see you again?” Toby asks hopefully.

You bow your head. “Not if you continue along your current path,” you whisper, your eyes filling with tears. They spill over as you meet his gaze once more, the edges of your form beginning to flicker. “You tread a way I cannot follow.”

With that, you are gone. Blood from the corpses at his feet pools in your place. They are the only thing that bear witness to his agonized screams. 

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The last time you meet, you are his salvation. Toby stands with his back against the wall, shaking hands in the air. Spots of red dot his form as cops surround him, their guns primed and ready to fire.

You stand behind them, a shade in the mist, barely a whisper. He catches sight of you through the night, your eyes piercing even deeper than the first bullet does.

Time stills as you move towards him, picking your way to him with ease. You are just as beautiful as the day he first saw you. He watches your lips move, his name falling from your lips like a pour of sugar.

“Toby.”

Your voice carries to him over the din, and his eyes close in pleasure as the second bullet hits. His knees hit the ground with a thud, and he can barely register the shouts of the police through the roar in his ears. When he looks up, you are standing over him, your eyes filled with love and the secrets of the universe.

“It is time to go, my love.” You say, your three fingers coming to press against his forehead. He shudders at the impact of the third bullet, but still remains kneeling. 

“Will you keep me with you?” He asks, another bullet shattering through him. He falls backwards this time, the hard reality of the earth rising to greet him. His vision blurs until all he can see is your face close to his. You peck both his cheeks before finally settling your lips on his. With much strain, he weaves his fingers through your hair, holding you against him even as you pull his soul from his body.

It is so large you require both hands to hold its shimmering mass. Instead of placing it in your robe, you press it against your heart, allowing it to seep into you.

A translucent form of the corpse laying in front of you appears as he once did in life. Sleek brown hair flops in front of his handsome features, and a boyish smile tugs at his lips. He offers you a hand with flourish, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You take it with a smile, walking with him hand in hand into the stars.

“Always.”

JEFF SHOPPING😧

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I swear it's canon he stands like that (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)

EJ: What kind of spider is that?

James:....It's a tarantula....Is that not obvious?-

EJ: *Eyeless bitch stare*

James: I would like to say sorry.

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GORE WARNING!!!!! ⬇️

solid meal choice

I want to see nina kissing Kate’s face all over with lipsticks on her black or red plus love your art 

And I’m happy you draw Kate the chaser very happy that she is coming back 

The gfs! (really quick sketch from school)

Creepypasta Hedcanons ^^

Jane The Killer

~ Okay, we all know that Jane is a lesbian and that she is married so I will focus on these points. At the beginning of his relationship with his wife (Mary) she was closed to herself! Even though his wife, girlfriend at the time, told him to feel comfortable, she became more confident over time!

~ I see Jane as a very strong woman, she is one of the most badass creepypastas! In my opinion, she wouldn't be a feminist person... She just tends to care a lot about women since she has already suffered at the hands of Jeff.

Laughing Jack

~ This guy has serious problems with children, a lot of lack of trust! But he's very good at what he does, and he's very manipulative. He really doesn't like children as much as (Jill) does, but he may even give polite children a chance, well that would be very rare, since he hates them.

~ Let's say he realizes that a child attracts him because he is polite, outgoing, fun or something like that. He will probably be a little "disgusted" in the first few days, but he would be able to put up with it. That is until she starts to grow up and make him feel less loved. Note: He has clearly been abandoned, has trust issues, meaning he doesn't trust anyone. Another important thing! He really thinks Mat*r is some kind of joke. Nobody explained this matter to him

Hoodie/Brian

~ Let's talk about Hoodie now, well the things I know about this guy are really mixed after all there are several things within the fandoms (MH and Creepypasta) that is, I'm going to mix some things! Hoodie is very good with cameras, he knows where to put them, how to configure them, how to record something correctly, he would be a proxy "cameraman" but he doesn't just record of course!

~ Hoodie/Brian, they are quiet, I would say closed to themselves even though they have a very old friendship with Tim/Masky, I would say they are still reserved enough to be difficult to investigate! It is generally not reported or invoked much, but it can be very well located by recording something or someone.

Masky/Tim

~ Masky, like Hoodie, can very well use a camera, but these two are very different and I will say this, Masky/Tim are totally different people and I can explain that!

-Called Multiple Personality Disorder in the past, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) is a very complex mental disorder in which there is the presence of two or more identities or personality states that take control of the person's behavior.

-Masky is a more closed person, being more aggressive with people, serious and in some aspects a perfectionist with EVERYTHING he does

-Tim, on the other hand, is not as aggressive as Masky, but he can be serious and quiet, he still remains a perfectionist because that is a trait, everything he does has to be PERFECTIONAL otherwise he will collapse!<Tim/Masky tem vício em fumar e isso não é uma novidade>

Kate the Chaser

~ Kate is one of the least talked about creepypasta in my opinion, it's very rare to see someone talk about this proxy. Her first appearance if I'm not mistaken was in Slenderman The Arrival, where her best friend "Lauren" was looking for her. Kate must have been one of the first proxies (Along with Hoodie)

~ Kate is quite a runner, she usually stays in forests and her mask is more peculiar with a deformed mouth, her appearance that becomes visible is her medium black hair, Kate is one of the creepys that I think has a lot of potential even if she doesn't She is very well known, she is someone who is quieter, she doesn't have many friends, of those we know she was a faithful friend of, it was only her friend "Lauren" who she was friends with since she was little, Kate lived in a place further away from the city. She gradually grew older, to the point where her house, besides being dirty, was full of bizarre Operator/Slenderman drawings.

Homicidal Liu

~ After Jeff tried to kill Liu, but he survived, he ended up in a hospital. Falling in love with the nurse, ending up with her, unfortunately she dies in a "robbery". Liu will eventually no longer believe in happiness, and kills everyone around him who is happy! (I'm terrible at making summaries)

~ Liu is a very intelligent, serious person, polite to anyone he wants and even though he hates Jeff, he never disregards him as a brother! He just wants to kill him just like Jane. Speaking of which, I feel like he would probably team up with Jane if necessary to kill his brother in one way or another.

~ There is a ship between him and Nurce Ann, I won't touch on the subject because I'm not a shipper. But this is due to the fact that Liu has already fallen in love with his first nurse, as far as I remember her name but that could possibly happen.

Hello everyone, how are you Mannuh speaking here! I want to say that I am an investigator and so rest assured that when it is Hedcanon I will keep you informed so as not to pass on false information, I was really thinking about posting investigations here.. Like, theories, my points of view, reports, see some cases I I really wanted to occupy my head but that's it! ^^ Have a good night/day all of you ⦻ ⦻ ☠⦻ ⦻

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@diasartstuff suggested i draw him. never drawn a twink before...

love your work! i immediately thank u so much for continuing the story with lazari cuz i always thought the premise was neat when i was young- and now looking at it, it’s almost looking at mold… hope you do more with this blog! ^^

The original I eat pasta for Breakfast means a lot more to me than it probably should. I know, it butchers Masky's character, there's a lot of sloppy amateur writing, lots of inconsistencies, and there's a buttload of anime fanservice. A lot of people will just write it off as bad fanfiction. Most people only ever revisit it for nostalgia and a few cool character designs.

But this series was the one warm spot in my otherwise pretty unhappy time back in middle school. Not just as a nice little escapist fantasy. "Oh I just wish Slendy would come and take me away from this life" but also just the unintentional themes of it. Despite being surrounded by killers, being forced to have to consume human flesh, going through hell, and still... somehow... finding a way to be all cutesy and happy. The fact that a creator saw all these horror monsters and wanted to make a found family themed story with these horror characters.

Those are themes I want to be in this story. themes that will be challenged, explored, and clung to. Yeah the original can be best described as an amateur fanfic, but fanfiction BUILT this fandom. Make as many jeff the killer horror series ya want, but most of em are based off the amateur fanfiction in 2011. This whole story im doing I had plans for since middle school and at that point it was just a creepypasta themed undertale AU. Obviously dont sexualize characters that are minors and age em up to specifically do so, and dont throw around ableist terms like "Psycho" if ya dont know how those disorders even work. But you need to make bad art to make good art. I grew up with I eat pasta for breakfast, and to my knowledge the creator left that series behind and is using the OCS for something non creepypasta related. So I wanna finish the story and show people what Lazari has been up to since then now that I grew up. They all mean and represent so much to me. If it weren't for it, I might have not finished the original Marble Hornets. A series I love now. These characters and creepypasta as a whole. Much like the Slenderman and the inspirational slenderverse he created. Creepypasta is art for everybody. The characters can go in tons of directions.

I hope people like mine.