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16 dc & crp hyperfixation

[spncerrr]

how do you feel about tobyliu? 👀

it's one of the two Liu shipscother than my own I like hehe (tobyliu and eyelessliu or whatever it's called)

Their dynamic is pretty similar to Sunder (my oc) and Liu 👀👀

But idk I think they're cute, it just hasn't stood out to me a lot lol

[6injects]

ticciliu mentioned in broad daylight 😭. I take the littlest of crumbs.

[sexdrugsandviolence]

i just had a really stupid idea that ihave to share

ok so yk how jeff and nina look the same? pasty asf, blue eyes, smile scars, black hair(even though Nina has pink in it), a trademark hoodie (except ninas is purple and jeffs is white), and their go-to weapons are both knives?

ok so what if when liu was looking for jeff or wtv, he found NINA and was like "oh wow did jeff transition? wow is this my sister? wow ok" and like fully thought that jeff was a transgirl and nina was now his sister

ok its stupid but i thought it was so fuckign funny

[sexdrugsandviolence]

i just had a really stupid idea that ihave to share

ok so yk how jeff and nina look the same? pasty asf, blue eyes, smile scars, black hair(even though Nina has pink in it), a trademark hoodie (except ninas is purple and jeffs is white), and their go-to weapons are both knives?

ok so what if when liu was looking for jeff or wtv, he found NINA and was like "oh wow did jeff transition? wow is this my sister? wow ok" and like fully thought that jeff was a transgirl and nina was now his sister

ok its stupid but i thought it was so fuckign funny

[axxelify]

[nekrott]

he smokes that’s why his eyes are red trust and believe

[boystabbed]

hiiiiiiiiiii

[doctorkian]

wait old art ignore how green and sickly liu looks

[laceybambi]

🧸 ‿‿　THE CREEPS . . . as your desperate ex that misses you

ᶻz﹒🍥˙﹟ featuring . . . jeff woods, ben lawman, toby rogers

[annotated-dc]

Selina’s Apartment, from the Batman (2022),

Credit: James Chinlund (Production Designer)

I like the details like the mismatched chairs, but kinda depressed that her apartment looks actually bigger than my actual house, heh.

[oneplante]

everywhere i go, i see your face

[oneswordstyle]

[hyperfixatedandthinking]

Average TicciLiu Conversations

"But how do you know if you have- haven't tried it?"

"...How do I know I'm not into CANNIBALISM??"

"Why is there a head in the bath?"

"He's fucking- He's draining."

"...Okay, so when I said 'Toby, don't put decapitated bodies in my apartment', what part of that... didn't compute?"

"'S not a body, Liu. It's a- a head."

"Tim says I should help you pay rent."

"...Tim has a point. But this is $10. And it's covered in blood, so... We'll work on it for next month."

"Crazy how she fell in love with a ghost..."

"Happened- Happened to my ex."

"What?"

"Don't worry 'bout it."

Save my man Liu... Jk, he's exactly where he wants to be.

[warpedbeautyy]

When Jeff tries to start issues with Liu but Sully just beats his ass instead

[homicidatbone]

toby discovers a/b/o today

[x1aonemo]

Homicidal Liu doodle idfk

[nstyjjj]

jeff the killer + homicidal liu headcanons - prologue

Life was heaven when Liu was home, because Jeff felt like an actual human being with a decent enough life that didn’t make him feel like the black sheep. Even the bullying was something he could healthily endure in the sense that he knew how to put a stop to it when his brother was here because the boy had someone to talk to whenever he came home with cuts and bruises.

He wasn’t keeping any of his feelings in; he wasn’t letting them fester and purify and warp the small idea of good people he tried so fiercely to protect. Liu encouraged his little brother to protect too, constantly.

‘It’s shit right now, and people fucking suck, but not all of ‘em are. Not everyone has it out for you. You’ll know when you find those kinds of people, bud.’

But then they moved to a new town a bit too far from anywhere to feel like a town and not an isolated village with a population of under a thousand, and the bullying followed.

The Woods brothers had dark hair and dark eyes, so that obviously meant they were evil. The Woods brothers, who liked the peaceful quiet of nature and spent their days in the forest instead of the loud playgrounds or gaudy theme parks overpopulated with shrieking children.

Liu Woods, who loved his little brother like nothing else, who raised him when their parents wouldn’t and saw him through his overbearing school life. Liu Woods, who’d kill for his brother; Liu Woods, who’d die for his brother. For his rosy cheeks and baby’s grin (the same grin Jeffery had worn since he first learnt how to).

Liu Woods, who was mean and scary when he was getting rid of the kids picking on his brother, Liu Woods, whom the bullies called “Homicidal Liu”, because when he stared you down with eyes painted with the black of the moon, the fleeting thought of “he looks like he could kill someone” danced across your brain.

Liu Woods, who worked an okay job that wasn’t exactly everything he ever wanted because ran with a bad crowd and squandered a good academic opportunity. Liu Woods, who returned home with broken dreams and took charge of his little brother because neither of his parents could be bothered to.

Their first son had become a failure, so why should they waste their time and efforts on their second one?

They threw themselves into their work, their depressing, sorry work they truly had no more joy in than coming home to their youngest son, grimacing at him like they were scorning the fact he was alive.

Jeffrey Woods, who was small at thirteen, unimpressionable and not much outwardly changed during the first stages of pubescence as a thirteen year old would typically be. Jeffrey Woods, who wore his long hair curtained over his eyes, so pale a blue they were white unlike his brother’s obsidian eyes.

Jeffery Woods who was quiet and undiagnosed because why would his parents care as much to understand their young son’s lack of audible communication, or his aversion to lights and sound or his love for his hooded cardigan, an item of clothing he had in abundance (because Liu, who understood, had bought them for his brother).

Jeffery Woods, whose only true friend was his big brother. Jeffery Woods, who rocked when he was content. Liu Woods, who understood why. Jeffrey Woods, who picked at his skin when he was unsettled. Liu Woods, who gently took the nervous boy’s hand in his overworked, calloused ones to coax him to stop.

Jeffrey Woods, who slept so poorly because the curtains were white and let all the daylight in, his mattress was too soft, so he sunk down in the middle over time, and his bedframe creaked something awful because it was an ageing thing with loose planks. Liu Woods, who used the bulk of his wages for his brother’s complex needs and whatever was left for himself.

Liu Woods, who made it his mission to buy the darkest curtains he could afford. Liu Woods, who saved up for weeks to buy a new mattress that was agreeable for Jeffrey. Liu Woods, who with his numerous trade skills acquired during the time he spent in different professions, reinforced the rickety bedframe himself and replaced every plank of old timber.

Jeffery Woods, who was picked on on his first day at his new school and bullied every day following. Jeffrey Woods, who was made fun of for his untameable hair and plain clothes, called dirty when in truth the child physically could not stand any sort of grime.

Jeffrey Woods who was called boring and poor because he wore the same clothes every day.

Jeffery Woods, whom all the boys laughed at because his brother was his only friend and he hid his “creepy eyes” behind his hair or under his hood to avoid detection, but that made them pick on him more. Jeffery Woods, who was a living ghost because he was pale all year round and couldn’t take in sunlight no matter how he tried.

Jeffrey Woods, who lashed out wildly when the bullying became too much, but even then all the other children did was laugh and bully him even more, because he, who was recognised as stiff and emotionless, was suddenly exploding with manic rage.

Jeffery Woods, who had been called “Jeff the Killer” way before he had ever cast his eyes on a blade because the children in his class thought him as odd as the serial murderers their parents warned them about.

‘He shows all the signs,’ they’d say. ‘Jeff the Killer.’

‘Never be alone with him or he’ll get you.’

Jeffrey Woods was never a lonely child while at school.

‘He’ll get you, I bet he will.’

‘Just look at him.’

…He had his bullies to thank for that.

Jeffery Woods, Jeffrey Woods. He’s as unmoving as the trees; he’d be one if he could.

Jeffrey Woods, Jeffrey Woods… Let’s stand him in the forest and leave him there alone—his mad hair like black rotten leaves, his white hoodie like the body of a birch tree.

He’d blend right in.

Would he burn just as quick too?

[pret-boy]

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.