I've said I don't mind requests for older content that I've not yet covered. This will absolutely remain true as I understand that it's useful to have everything you want to find in one place.
Having said that, requests that ask for entire series do take a lot of time and effort, and while I want to keep doing those, I want to ask you guys for two things:
Please check out Alchemivich's archive first. They have this masterlist up that may already include what you're looking for. They were active until somewhere before Lilia's platinum jacket birthday
You can absolutely ask for supplementary assets on anything that's in their archive if you feel like you're missing something!
You can check for audio rips on this blog: Link
If you do ask for whole series, try to specify what level of detail would be enough for you. It would help me shave off time if I know what poses of expressions you need.
If you don't specify these I will probably not do as many pose/expression combination out there like I sometimes do for new content.
I will also be moving all base game requested assets to a different drive somewhere in the future, to make more space for new content when I have the time~
Thank you!!!
Jeff, ej and Toby with a (Gn) s/o going through a depressive episode where they’re like not eating that much, not really taking care of themselves, generally just feeling empty and wearing baggy clothes and stuff. Also listening to really sad music like “how to never stop being sad” (by dandelion hands) I love that song but it’s genuinely so miserable 😭😭
Thank u!!!!
YES I AM BACK THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!!
TW: depressive themes are constant throughout this entry, Jeff's entry has knives in the photo
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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Jeff
Jeff is a haver of many episodes
Manic, depressive, you name it
That being said, he absolutely will not tolerate you going down that rabbit hole
He absolutely forces you out of the episode, whether you like it or not
He doesn't care what you wear or listen to, so don't expect him to do much about that unless your music or clothes actively makes you feel worse
He won't force you to eat, per se, but he bribes you to eat if that makes sense
For example, he will steal your phone and won't return it until you've eaten something
And sometimes he'll full on dissapear
He will only return when you eat
Not taking care of yourself and your emotions are probably the only thing on that list that he will actually be nice about
If you arent bathing or washing yourself, he will randomly hug you from behind, slowly kissing your neck and leading you into the shower
If you are comfortable with it, he will stay and shower with you, helping you wash your hair, scrubbing your skin with your bubbly soaps, kissing you gently and telling you how good you're doing, and how strong you are
If you aren't comfortable with him showering with you, he will stand outside the door and listen until he hears the shower run
Then he walks off and gets your bed ready, getting your favorite drinks and tv show set up
And when you feel empty, he will understand
He will be there to hold you, stroking your hair and kissing your face
If you want to cry it out, cry it out
If you want to scream and yell, let it all out
There is very little he wont tolerate when it comes to you
Eyeless Jack
As the manors head doctor, and a demon with very good senses (and the ability to smell horemones), he almost instantly knows when something changes with you
He doesn't pressure you on it though, he will wait for you to talk to him when you're ready
I think the only time he would take matters into his own hands is if you were actively getting worse mentally, or threatning to hurt yourself
If he sees you arent eating, he will try to coax you out of that slump, informing you on just small little snacks you can eat
Or maybe he would offer to make you a smoothie full of nutrients, that way you dont have to actually eat anything if you just aren't up for it
He is the only person on this list who would really care about your change in clothes
He would inform you about how the way someone dresses reveals a lot about their mental health, and how you should dress for the headspace you want, because the first step to becoming happier is by making yourself feel happy about your body
If you stop taking care of yourself, he will be more than happy to accommodate that
He will buy you dry shampoo and baby wipes, that way at the very least, you wont feel disgusting
And if you dont feel grimey and gross, it gives you a better chance of feeling better mentally
When presented with the idea of you feeling empty inside, he wouldn't really know what to do
Despite him doing extensive research on psychology, he isn't really good with other's emotions
And so, he would just ask you what you want him to do
And whatever you say, im sure he would be happy to do
Ticci Toby
And his tend to get really really bad
Like Jeff, Toby also experiences depressive episodes
So when he sees you exhibiting those same behaviors he gets really nervous and worried
He tries his hardest to get you out of it as soon as possible so you don't have to experience that pain, but as we know, that rarely works
If he noticed you weren't eating, he wouldn't force you or make you eat, but he would always offer to share his food with you
Eventually, it would get to the point of him begging you just to eat something, If not for yourself, for him
He loves you so much and can't stomach the thought of losing you
He doesn't really notice if you start wearing baggier clothes, as he doesn't really pay attention to what people wear anyways
He'd probably just think that it's your new style
If you stop taking care of yourself, he would try to motivate you by making it fun!
Seeing who can brush their teeth the fastest and cleanest, who can get softer hair just by washing it, who can fake laugh without actually laughing longest, etc
If you aren't in the mood for that though, he'd understand and simply wait until you are comfortable enough
When it comes to you feeling empty, he would try to get you to laugh by telling you stories from his childhood
Like the time he chased his sister with a slug, or the time he accidentally shaved off his eyebrows
And when you do finally laugh, he will smile and kiss your face, telling you how gorgeous you are when you smile
When your meant to be a new proxy for slenderman, Toby finds himself fascinated with your selective mutism. And he's determined to speak as much as he needs for the both of you.
> No Y/N use, not proofread but proofskimmed, I dont abide by grammar or spelling and stuff,
its cringe but I tried
> My first fic, nod and wave to me like its good
[Inspired by creepydates! Art by @ hahadit along with the game in which i picture Toby by for this cuz im obsessed atm]
[I've been informed the creator has allegations and im looking into em at the time of this post edit, second edit, ive not found much, but as fiction is just fiction im not sure what to do, so this is a stand alone post]
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You didn't know what to think when you were.. well.. kidnapped to be brought to Slenderman as a proxy. To keep that short..
You met some proxies along the way, though they were confused and surprised when you didn't speak, and began to sign instead. The same look your used to receiving rather often, the way they'd glance to something and deadpan stare at you. Though you knew to ignore this by now.
Despite the weird looks you received from the other guys, you just had to take a mental note of how Toby didn't seem to care at all. Hell, he spoke enough for you both... Toby would ask you yes or no in the beginning before you promptly gestured a signal for him to just fetch you a paper by this point.
"So you dont talk because you-you dont want to?" Toby asked, you nodded.
He had been the kindest about it, the way he deeply wanted to be your friend made it easier to get along with him atleast, a man who stutters and twitches, befriending the man whos quiet as a mouse. Wasn't a bad mix, atleast compared to how other proxies nearly killed you when you first arrived.
He would keep a notepad and pencil on hand to speak to you, but otherwise, he'd go on and on about something that you just accepted to listen to.
"So Masky tends to be mean to me- but your s-so different in that way! And maybe w-we can be twins like Masky and Hoodie do it!" He rambled.
You could have walked away or plugged your ears to get him to leave you alone for the countless times he had been nearly begging for your attention, but the fact you didn't is what drew him in closer.
Toby grew fonder for you, as you did with him. He was sweet, with his little gifts and trying to understand some of your signing. You spent more time together as he started to understand more and more, little gestures began to mean alot. Matches of charades or giggling to eachother when you'd sign an insult about someone knowing only you both understood.
That giggle. Oh how Toby loved it. He didn't expect to feel the way he did, the feeling that made him stammer more than usual when you'd get close. It was endearing to you, and you felt the same way. The boy who wouldn't shut up and the boy who never spoke a word.
Until.
"I kinda like you sometimes" you'd teased, a gentle voice since you hadn't spoken in such a long time, but a grin formed on your face when you saw his absolutely shocked expression.
"I-i uhm- I like you-you too..." Toby replied, stammering more out of pure shock, the blush creeping up as the realization kicked in more and more. He screamed to the forest and spun you around. He knew this meant alot, you liked being quiet, sure, but you were too happy with him, the smallest, most loving gesture you could offer to such a talkative and curious man.
You barely spoke after it still, he obviously didn't expect you to. But he always kept that same loving gaze, like every sign and note would leave your lips all the same.
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I tried, thank you for reading! Any interaction in any way is appreciated!
hii i genuinely lov the way you write habit and i reread the stuff you write about him so much 🥹
I was wondering how toby and habit would react to reader liking both of them👀👀 (in a polyamory way obviously). Cus i feel like as much as they could be jealous i wonder if they would compete to see who could be better if that makes sense? like leaving extra hickeys/marks, leaving their clothes in reader’s room, bickering constantly..you get it👀👀 (ive never sent an ask before if you cant tell but i guess you could consider ts a request)🥹🥹🥹
Male reader possiblyyyy prefered but GN is still amazing 🥺🥺🥺
heyy. hey you. I love you. this is incredible and ive never considered thjs combo before. also mightve stolen these dividers from another fic writer... will update this with their user
tag list ~ @faunadorbs @flirtysnakes
Toby & Habit..want the same person??
tags for p1; love triangle, voyeurism from habit, toby is a laundry thief, I dont usually write for multiple characters LOL, a little dry humping, interrupted in the act👀, lil vanilla for me .. no established relationship between characters (besides roommate), toby is just obsessive about you, confusing fwb situation w/toby, mutual pining, habit's an old friend from college, toby gets blueballed LOL, no real smutty smut yet!
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Toby loves like an old fighter dog.
A hard day leaves him feeling worse than he looks- even if he can't feel the pain of his sore muscles. There's a dull throb that knocks pain out of the park- enough discomfort to whine, but it doesn't hurt. Just.. obstructs from pleasure. He convinced himself that was just the way it was.
Until you, of course.
After the first day he fell asleep in your arms, a warm bed and a slow-cooked meal sitting in his shrunken stomach, he learned how to microdose retirement. It felt like your lips.
He allowed himself greedy indulgences without any shame from that point on. Coming home at hours late enough to make an owl cry, slumping next to your body in dryer-warm clothes that smell like the detergent you bought. You'd set a start delay so he'd come home to warm, dry clothing. He could (and would, later) cry at that alone. Chapped lips kissing at your knuckles while you're too drowsy to feel it, barely conscious as you run soft, unlabored hands through his dirty hair. And you don't mind.
You chose this. You chose him. He wouldn't want to live in any other world where this reality shifted- even a little. So.. it's easy to imagine his frustration when Habit moves in. An old friend, who, in your words, has "fallen on hard times".
-- The arrival ....
He is an attention whore.
That's what Toby says when you ask why he's been so standoffish since your new roommate moved in. He's been guarding your room like a hawk- keeping it's beak ready to snap at the circling vulture. In this case- stopping Habit from joining your solo movie night.
They've been talking to at eachother at a volume they believe to be quiet for almost an hour. You can hardly hear your crackly pirated version of The Princess Bride over their whining, and it takes a whispered, five minute long conversation before they settle on them both joining you, sandwiching you into your beaten full size mattress. There's a foot of snow out anyways.. even if it comes with pissy banter, who wouldn't welcome the warmth?
"This movie is shit. When does the old guy die?"
"Can you hold your hormones f---or one fucking second?"
"I like the life-suckin machine thing. Bunny, how d'ya figure he made that?"
When the arguing dies down, Habit pulls the old yawn-and-tug, making an exaggerated sound and stretching his thick arm out over your shoulder, subtly pulling you closer.
This is where the dick measuring contest starts. The first drop of water in a broken cup.
Toby puts a hand on your thigh, digging too close for comfort into the fat there. Habit's arm draws tighter on your neck. it's almost a chokehold, but not entirely. Yet.
-- 2 days later..
Toby has been hanging out with you.. an abnormal amount. If it weren't for how obvious he is about the issue being Habit, you'd think he'd gotten some terminal diagnosis.
They compete to wake up the quickest- Habit usually winning- to make you breakfast. It's usually inedible, too much flour, a random egg, salt over sugar. It's more the action than the quality. Lingering with his hand on your hip, head tucked in the crook of your neck from behind. He waits for a placating positive reaction that he definitely will not receive.
His voice is too close to your ear for comfort, volume not adjusted for proximity.
"Take a bite. Tell me what you think."
His hands tighten on your hips as you bring the fork to your mouth. Toby turns the corner into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe.
"Are you trying to poison them?" He huffs, hand running through sleep-matted hair.
"Toby, it's fine. It's just pancakes, I think I'll survive." You bite into a sizeable clump of flour and make a poor attempt not to wince at the taste.
"Yeah, Tobes." Habit leans a little further into you, grinning wide as he tilts his head towards Toby. "S'only breakfast. Not like you were gonna make it."
He stays quiet for the rest of the hour.
Another crack in the cup.
-- That night ..
You can't sleep.
Habit is out on the town, "getting groceries" with his hunting bag.
You don't have the time to think about what Toby's up to before you hear his knock on the door. A shave-and-a-haircut rhythm you're pretty sure he learned from an old movie.
He doesn't wait for a response, turning the doorknob and poking his head in. He moves slow, unsure, like a kicked dog.
"..you, uh.. you ggood?"
His voice is a tired rasp, his eyes a little red from rubbing too hard. You shift upwards, pressing your back against a chipped headboard.
"Yeah. Just can't sleep." You huff, wiping the exhaustion out of your eyes. "Are you good?"
He flinches a bit, eyes wandering around the room before he steps inside, leaving the door cracked behind him. Any other time, you might've noticed the sound of boots getting kicked off at the front door.
"I'm fine, it's ju-st-" He huffs in frustration as his neck twitches to the side. "You know. Late night j- jitt-" He stumbles with the word for a couple seconds before giving up on it entirely. "It's late."
"Toby, I've lived with you long enough to know when something's bothering you."
You pat the bed in front of you, and he slumps his weight down. Legs crossed, hands fidgeting in his lap. He's picked a hangnail so deep you're not sure how he's still finding skin to tug at.
"I'm not mad, but if you don't talk about it, one of us will be later." Your hand subconsciously reaches out for his, dragging his bloody, raw hand away from his picking nails. That gets him to focus.
"It's Habit." He huffs, scratching at his jaw with his free hand. "I can't stand the way he touch- touches you. Like you're a- an animal, or something." His voice is rough, stutter worsened by the growing anxiety sitting in his chest.
"He's just.. he means well. Probably." You pause. "He just needs somewhere to stay for a while, that's all. I think he's going through a rough patch."
Rough patch my ass. The past year of Evan Habit's life has been a rough patch. Hardly answering calls, being ominous when he does pick up. Sentiment is really the only thing that made you accept his request to crash here. It's been nice, in a way, seeing him around, but not entirely worth seeing Toby so antsy.
"You should hear the shit he says about you when you're not around." He scoffs, clearly agitated by your defense of him. His cheeks burn up, his eyes flickering around the room. "He talks like he's got a shot with you, and it-" A grin splits involuntarily across your face.
"Toby, are you jealous?"
He jolts, eyes widening and flicking back to yours. "You- what? No, no- that's not.. me? Jealous?" He laughs awkwardly, hand twitching in yours. "Why would I be jealous of that guy?"
You scoot even closer now, crawling into his lap. "Mm... I dunno, you sound kinda jealous. Definitely seemed that way at breakfast." You can feel him harden beneath you, uncharacteristically nervous tonight.
You've had sex before, once or twice. You were his first for practically everything. He's hardly any less nervous than he was the first time around.
"You're the worst," He groans, hands coming to rest on your hips, thumb smoothing up the bone there. He lets out a gentle whine as your hips settle against his, straddling him.
"Worse than Habit?" You hum, one hand behind his neck, the other trailing down his side.
"Just about." He mumbles, digging into your hips to push you against him. "You don't like him more than me, do you?" He sighs, burying his face in your neck, teeth gently feeling at each side of your collarbone.
Your hips grind down on his a little, illiciting a hitched gasp from the both of you as his denim crushes into your sleep shorts. An open belt buckle softly gleams from the cracked open door.
"You just have to-" A slip of gray pokes from his pocket. Your hand subconsciously tugs it out.
"-Toby, is this my underwear?"
The question comes out in a soft huff of laughter, hips slipping down harsher as you hold it just out of his reach. He reaches his hand out frantically, trying to snag it back from you.
"Come on, that's nnnot- not- fair, don't-"
He whines, leaning forward a little too quickly and sending you to your back, legs wrapped around his hips as he sits on top of you, still trying to reach for them as he folds you over. A slip of his toned stomach pokes out as he tugs them from your hands, awkwardly tossing them aside.
"I missed you, couldn't- couldn't do ssshit with that freak lurking."
A soft huff from outside the room. Another drop in the cup. Toby's head snaps up, blood rushing back up to his face.
Habit is lurking in the doorway, elbow propped up against the frame.
i know you’re probably bored of hybrid related reqs😭😭 but what about a deer hybrid headcannons? i see none of any animals other than cats or dogs 👀👀
HABIT Wolf-Ish Headcanons X Deer Hybrid!Reader Headcanons
── .✦ 🦌 | A/N: Don’t ever be worried about me getting bored!! I always figure out how to spice things up lol. I did a mix of gender neutral and somewhat AFAB & AMAB features in deer since there wasn’t any specification, but some of the AMAB sfw headcanons can technically be AFAB headcanons because female caribou/reindeer have antlers too. Just a matter of how you imagine yourself/oc/self-insert. I’m sorry if these are starting to get repetitive, I try to make the headcanons unique to each hybrid-species asked for, but there’s a lot of overlap. TwT
── .✦ 🦌 | Tags/Warnings: HABIT x Reader, Mentions of Threats & NSFW headcanons.
[|✧ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🦌 | Loves tugging you around by your antlers or gnawing them (somewhat affectionately, in whatever capacity he can be affectionate).
── .✦ 🦌 | Depending on the size of your antler, navigating his dimension/home will be ridiculous. The house is in a fluid state, but that doesn’t mean it’ll accommodate you unless you force it to. More than likely, your antlers will get caught on something, or you’ll bump them into a low doorframe once or twice.
── .✦ 🦌 | You can try all you like, but you’ll never get far if you try to hurt him with your antlers; he’ll sooner grab them and redirect you quickly or simply threaten to cut them off.
── .✦ 🦌 | Sleeping with Habit becomes oddly inconvenient now that he has to dodge your horns, his makeshift solution is to just sacrifice pillows and basically just
── .✦ 🦌 | Considering all of the above, at least filing the sharp points of your antlers down might be a sound compromise, before he threatens to just chew them off of you.
── .✦ 🦌 | Keeps all of the antlers you shed and either displays them somewhere on the living room wall or starts making shit with them, like those deer antler chandeliers or fashion them into knife handles for his collection.
── .✦ 🦌 | Thinks your kicks are cute in a way, at some point or another, he’ll goad and taunt you into it. He’ll dodge most of them, but sometimes he’ll let one land, then grab your ankle and drag you closer to him.
── .✦ 🦌 | Enamored with that deer-in-headlights look you get when you're scared or in shock, he’ll pop out around corners or grab you suddenly to get you to freeze, then tease you relentlessly for getting stuck.
── .✦ 🦌 | Begrudgingly allows you to be vegetarian, but similar to the bunny hybrid headcanons, he’ll have no qualms cracking jokes and eating venison in front of you; he might do it more now that he has a craving.
── .✦ 🦌 | Has mixed feelings if you have hooved feet, on one hand, he hates the noise it makes in the house, but on the other hand, it’s oddly reassuring that he can hear your footsteps from just about anywhere. If he gets too annoyed, he might try to put padding on your hooves in one way or another. Oddly enough, he’s not too concerned about any damage to the floors; he just puts down rugs in the areas you’re usually in. He’s got a particular soft spot for seeing your legs wobble when you try to scale stairs or anything uneven.
── .✦ 🦌 | Calls you Bambi or alternatively Rudolph if it’s around Christmas time, he cannot help himself, and he has zero impulse control when it comes to teasing you. Addresses any emails, letters or anything adjacent written to you with deerly beloved for the rest of your life.
── .✦ 🦌 | Your herding instinct can be inconvenient at times, but Habit isn’t entirely opposed; you have an intrinsic, instinctual need to be in a group. It just so happens that Habit is the only one around, which just means you tend to hover around him a lot. But it’s right where he wants you to be.
── .✦ 🦌 | Genuinely will not let you around roadways if he ever takes you back into public. He has a weird, irrational paranoia that you might get run over, despite the fact that you’re only a deer hybrid.
── .✦ 🦌 | Teases you about your dull teeth constantly, he finds it hilarious that you can bite or tear into meat as he can.
[|✧ 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🦌 | When you go into a rut, he’s instantly there, pawing at you and getting handsy, he can almost smell it when you get that way.
── .✦ 🦌 | Doesn’t really like it when you rub your antlers against the doorframes , he might spray you with a spray bottle like a cat.
── .✦ 🦌 | You’ll have to hope and pray that Habit doesn’t knock your antlers against the headboard of your bed, the floor, or the wall and knock them off, especially after your rut.
── .✦ 🦌 | He will chase you if you run, likes to hunt you down like prey, sets you loose in the woods, or in his dimension just to chase you down like prey.
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