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hi so dumb this is my first time coming on ur page, do u do requests for hcs? if you do and don't mind and actually want to of course- could i have some more tim/maksy hcs with his s/o. :3
Hey! So you're actually not dumb at all! Honestly I LOVE LOVE LOVE getting asks, and more likely than not if you send an ask to my blog I will answer it! So to you, beautiful user, please feel free to request anything in my ask box, or even just to ask questions! I love yappin'!
Without further ado, here's a little more Tim Wright headcanons! These are all SFW, and honestly just elaborates a little further on the stuff I wrote here: Tim Wright (with a Crush) Headcanons!
Tim Wright (with a Significant Other) Headcanons!
Compared to the other 'eligible' bachelors in the Collective, Tim is by far one of the best options there is
He's caring, considerate, protective...and he understands the gravity of what it means to be in a proper relationship
Of course, at first he's hesitant. Even though he has feelings for you, getting wrapped up romantically with a guy like him is bad news
He's constantly worried about losing you, or what kind of danger just being with him puts you in
The two of you can't live a normal existence together. Not with his line of work, anyway
But when it becomes official, he sure as hell tries to do the best he can for you
Tim is protective, but not necessarily in an overbearing way
Tim wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, or at least... he tries really hard not to let anything bad happen to you
He makes it abundantly clear to the other Proxies and denizens of the manor that you are off-limits. He does not tolerate any shade being thrown your way, or any sly comments about what he does with you in private
When you're around other people together, Tim's always got a hand on you
He'll hold your hand and play with your fingers absent-mindedly, dialed in to whatever is being discussed amongst the group
He'd snake an arm around your waist, or drape one over your shoulders as he joins a conversation, trying to make you feel just as included as anyone else
He'll press a palm into your lower back, tracing lazy circles against the fabric of your shirt
Tim likes to do things 'the old fashioned way', mostly because after everything he's gone though he can't navigate romantic feelings in any other fashion
He makes it a habit to get doors for you, to lend you a hand when getting in and out of his pickup truck, and handing over his jacket the moment he even THINKS you might be feeling chilly
He would insist on taking you out on 'proper' dates
Going into town for a cup of coffee, sitting across from you in the booth and watching how the warm atmosphere softens your features
Taking you out to sleepy local bars in the middle of nowhere, buying you refills whenever your glass is empty, teaching you how to play pool or darts, maybe slowly dancing to the fuzzy music coming from the beat up jukebox
Even though his line of work keeps him extremely busy (and honestly over occupied) he would be determined to make time for you
He would take walks with you in the woods, sharing a cigarette between the two of you as you both bitch and moan about all the complications from your day
Or he would get you comfortably seated in the passenger side of his pickup truck and go on long drives in the evening
Tim takes care of you. His love language is acts of service, and keeping busy is really just second nature to him at this point
Usually you don't have to ask him or tell him to do anything for you, because before you can he's already finished it. Sometimes he does things you wouldn't even think to ask him for help with
If you happened to be a denizen of the manor, Tim would help you with whatever assignments you've been tasked with - even going as far to put off his own work to help aid you in yours
That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed this short little blurb of Tim Wright headcanons! I do love writing these, so if you have more suggestions PLEASE bring them to my Ask Box! :) Thank you for reading!
brief content warning: feelings of being watched, themes of death
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Imagine you're walking through the woods.
Perhaps you're familiar with them. These trails have always been here, and regardless of how often you actually find yourself following the beaten foot trails, it's no mystery of how they got here. Maybe you see tracks; prints from a dog and its owner, faint marks from birds or small mammals, even traces of bike tires - nothing strange.
You follow the path, mindful of the wind in the leaves above you, and the occasional shudder of the brush. You watch your feet as you walk, watching the dappled light of the forest dance across the woodland floor.
The walk is peaceful. The woods are kind. The world is not.
Your mind wanders...and an aching in your heart envelopes your entire chest. It drags you further through the trees.
How long have you been walking?
The roots beneath your feet seem to hum comfortably, as if aware of every step you take. Like a warm hug, the air grows warm, heavy and thick.
Why are you here?
A hush falls over the canopy.
Somewhere in the distance, a low rumble of summer thunder forebodes some kind of warning, but through the now-motionless ceiling of the forest, the sky is still a perfect, harmonious pale blue.
You continue, the path winds and swirls as it brings you deeper into the forest.
For some reason, you don't care where you are headed. You do not care where the woods are taking you. It is almost as if the ground beneath you is shifting, choosing each step you make for you.
The trees whisper in your ear, an incoherent, ancient language that we have lost the ability to understand long ago.
You try, though. You try.
A god must feast. A god must be fed.
When you try to speak back, nothing answers, but you know that wherever you go the trees are watching you, and they are listening too. The knots of their trunks twist themselves to ogle at you. You can feel their eyes, but you let them stare.
After all, you're staring back.
There are no more tracks at your feet. There is no more wind. There are no more sounds in the forest around you, and the thunder from before feels like a far-off dream. These woods are no longer familiar to you. The ground is dry, and the warm hug of summer is gone.
You have not been walking for a while now. Still in place you can hear the forest around you, picking you apart through observation alone. How long have you been standing here?
The roots beneath the earth hum in tandem with your heartbeat, pulsing now as if growing hungrier.
A god must feast. A god must be fed.
The dirt floor is cool to the touch. The soil cradles your frame, sweat and moisture seeping into your shirt. You look up at the canopy with a strange curiosity. The forest looms above, and it strangely feels as though no time has passed at all.
The feeling of being watched is more comforting than unnerving.
Golden leaves of fall land on your still body, the scent of autumn as rich as the soil beneath you. The roots of the forest wriggle against your spine, keeping you firmly in place.
Though it is cold, and the leaves begin to bury your body with a chilling finality, the forest cradles you.
Closing your eyes, you listen very closely to the hushed, ancient tongue of the strange forest you're in.
I will eat you whole.
You try to speak back, but your throat is raw. How many times have you tried to speak back? How long have you been screaming?
I like how you wrote the main resident rooms,💓 but could we see the proxies and maybe slender rooms?🙏💙
YES! You absolutely can! Part 1 (from forever ago) HERE!
Creepypasta Bedroom Headcanons (pt. 2)
Ft. Slenderman, Tim "Masky" Wright, Brian "Hoodie" Thomas, Toby Rogers, and Kate the Chaser
Slenderman
There are a couple of places that Slenderman can be found throughout the manor
A majority of the time, he only occupies a couple of different spaces: His Office/Study, His Sleeping Chambers, The Archives, and on rarer occasions, his garden!
It is actually a rare (and usually quite terrifying) sight to see him pacing the halls of his manor, rather than just...already existing in the spaces he needs to be in
The main place people see him is his office, so in all honesty it's a little weird to think about him sleeping....
Jane is the only person who has seen Slender's sleeping quarters, because in my au she is practically his right hand man when it comes to the operations of the manor
The other denizens of the manor have only seen the outside of Slenderman's bedroom
The door is as large and imposing as the main entrance of the manor, with intricate details carved into the heavy dark wood. The metallic embellishments are aged brass, discolored from years of wear
If one looks closely, they can pick up on the remnants of faded runes etched into the door - a dead language that no one can determine
The room itself is grand and spacious
Inside, the room is illuminated only by sparse candlelight. Shadows cling to the corners of the room, draping down the vintage wallpaper like oily water damage
Tall imposing bookshelves stretch to the ceilings on both sides of the room, seemingly vanishing into the thick blackness above. Odd bits and bobs can be found between the bookspines if one looks long enough; hands petrified to stone used as book ends, embalmed jars, fantastical flora, and odd artifacts make up his eclectic collection
It smells dark in there too, like mahogany cologne and incense, and it sticks in one's nostrils far after you've left
To no one's surprise, he has an abnormally large bed. The mattress alone could probably fit 4 Slenderman-sized people comfortably, but Slenderman does not share his bed with anyone
It is also a canopy style bed, with black-out drapes cloaking the perimeter of his resting place
There is sparse furniture throughout the space; bedside tables, a chest, a plush velvet chair....none of these objects appear as if they've been touched in centuries
Layered antique rugs cover the floor, exuding an aura of ancient wealth
And a lone framed portrait is tacked onto one of the walls, covered by a dusty sheet
THE PROXY CABIN
In my AU, the Proxies are not allowed to live at the mansion. Instead, they are forced to hunker down in a rotting structure just North West of the manor. This two-story cabin is crumpling apart, and the only reason it's still standing is due to Tim's upkeep, the large tree that grows through the structure.
Tim/Masky
Tim has the smallest room
It has a window, which is perpetually cracked slightly ajar - not because it's broken, which is typically the norm when it comes to the old place, but because he likes the air
An ash tray and a fresh pack of cigarettes can always be found on the windows ledge
The walls of his room aren't gorgeous. Honestly, one might get a splinter if they rubbed their hands against it the wrong way...but Tim has put up a map of the woods to take up wall space
The photos and images he keeps in his space are minimalist at best, and are never eye-catching enough to make conversation about
The bed, which is a sad twin sized mattress on a creaky bedframe, is always neatly made with thin sheets and a singular pillow
He made his bedside table himself - scrapped together from wood he chopped and measured and cut by hand. It's not the prettiest end table, but it works just fine
He tries to keep his bedside table organized, but it's often littered with prescription bottles and various papers (a receipt from a restaurant, a hand written note, some old polaroids, etc) and a lone wooden figurine that Brian whittled for him
He keeps a digital camera in the side tables only drawer, amongst other miscellaneous keepsakes he's picked up over the years
He has a small wardrobe (which he also built himself....okay maybe with Brian's help...) where he keeps his limited repertoire of clothing - one of the drawers is already busted, so one of his flannel sleeves is loosely hanging out of it
He keeps a guitar in his room, but only plays on very rare occasions - usually Brian can convince him
Brian/Hoodie
It's no secret to anyone that Tim spends more time in Brian's room than his own, although it is a tad more cluttered than Tim would like...
The number one thing that clutters the room is clothes. Brian leaves his clothes all over the place (his room or otherwise)
Boxes of old VHS tapes clutter the corners of the room. Some of the cardboard containers have labels like '80s movies', and others have jagged scribbles that are too illegible to read
Brian has a double bed, but there is no frame. The mattress only rests upon the boxspring, and that's it.
He has navy blue sheets and a dark gray comforter. Two pillows (one with a pillowcase, the other bare) slump against the wall at the head of the mattress
A rather large first-aid kit is sprawled out on top of his dresser, which is accompanied by a small box TV and a VHS player
A humble collection of his favorite films are stacked beside the console, a couple of X rated films amongst the mix
He has an entire wall shelf with a dozen little wooden figurines lined across it - many of these figures take the apperance of animals, but others resemble the Proxies, other Denizens of the manor, and monstrous creatures of the woods
He always keeps his firearm at his bedside table, and has bullets hidden in various places within his room
Toby
Toby's room used to have a door, but after he threw his axe at it one-too-many times, Tim decided to confiscate it (or rather, it was so far beyond repair that he couldn't fix it...)
So, for privacy, a camping tarp has been nailed to the doorframe instead, acting as a makeshift curtain door
Inside, it takes one a moment for their eyes to adjust before they can figure out exactly what they're looking at
Toby likes to collect things! His room is by far the most...eclectic of the bunch
He either steals objects from his victim's houses, or he'll collect trash he finds throughout the forest. He used to bring home dusty furniture for the common areas of the Proxy cabin, but the others complained too many times....so now he has to be mindful of what he drags home
His bed is a dirty twin sized mattress, dressed with a singular sheet, three stained pillows, a faded orange sleeping bag, and three blankets
There is no bed frame or box spring, it is simply just a mattress
Propped up against the wall across from his busted mattress, is a rusty green mountain bike with super thick wheels - one of the wheels has a very obvious hole in it, which Toby has masterfully patched up with a band-aid
An electric keyboard (no batteries) is tucked in the corner, hiding behind his beaten dresser. Both are decorated with an assortment of stickers and Sharpie-drawn graffiti
His humble bookshelf is missing a leg, but he has propped it up with a cinderblock. The shelf is a like a trophy case of all sorts of bizarre possessions - a few CDs, an ash tray, a suspicious smelling box, a pair of dog tags, a flat-brim cap, a clock with a broken face, etc
A crate of old comic books sits at the base of the bookshelf
His walls are an amalgamated collage of reclaimed treasures
Street signs (a Deer X-ing, a 'Dead End' diamond, and a faded Stop sign) are nailed haphazardly to the wall, complimented by a couple of posters
Finally, balancing atop his doorframe, rests a customized license plate. It is rusted, the corner bent forward as if it had been pulled from some sort of wreckage. The plate reads simply, "4LYRA"
Kate
Kate's room is arguably worse than Toby's in regard to cleanliness
Trash is strewn about everywhere
Half drank plastic bottles, empty cans, food wrappers and paper bags contribute to the absolute pigsty that is Kate's floor
Like an island amongst the sea of garbage, she has a busted futon that she sleeps on every night
Kate sleeps with two blankets, and three pillows. I like to think she has a plushie of sorts too...maybe an old bear or stuffed rabbit that is holding together by a thread
With how she sleeps, her pillows and blankets always end up on the floor by the time she wakes up
Typically, she will try and shove the mess of her floor beneath her futon to make her space look cleaner than it actually is
Kate has total crow brain, and so like Toby she also collects things that she deems valuable
Although...her criteria for 'valuable' is questionable
For example, one time Kate found a mannequin in the woods. She brought it back to the Proxy cabin, and started placing it in random spots to scare the others. (It gives Toby the creeps...)
Trinkets litter her windowsill and clutter her bedside table - rusty keys, old coins with no denomination, loose beads, broken jewelry, lone playing cards....Kate loves it all
She's also really into physical media....CDs, cassette tapes, vinyls...Even if she doesn't have a means to play any of them, she'll collect items with the strangest cover art or weirdest names. She has an entire shelf dedicated to such things
She has a bunch of fliers and posters plastered up on her walls. A lot of these are really weird...like missing person or missing pet posters, advertisements, or newspapers....Sometimes they're of bands or movies she's never heard of or seen, but mostly she just likes filling her walls with art
No matter the season, Kate keeps a box fan in her window (even tho it doesn't work a majority of the time...) because she gets SO HOT when she sleeps
Aaaaaand that's it! Thank you so much for reading. If there's anything you guys want to see/want me to write or blubber on about, my ask box is always open! ❤️ Have a great day!
Just some old Toby Rogers headcanons! SFW! Eat up!
Gives himself piercings when he's bored. He can't feel them anyway, plus he thinks they look sweet
The piercings get infected more often than not, but it doesn't irritate him. Honestly he forgets about them.......
One of his most common ticks is snapping his head to the side quickly. This is especially annoying to him when he's trying to hold eye contact or intimidate people
Chronic mumbler. He's always muttering incoherent sentences underneath his breath and having conversations with himself
He is tormented by hallucinations of his dead sister. Lyra follows him around like a plague, whispering doubts into his ear and torturing him with her decaying form
HATES getting his haircut. Mostly because he has to sit still for it
When his hair gets too long and starts hanging out in his eyes and face he will wear a hat to keep it back
He smokes weed. Probably doesn't know how to roll unless it's cones. I'd imagine packing bowls is easier for him because he doesn't have to be so precise
Is in a constant battle in his head between being terrified of cars and then desperately wanting to drive them
Tim finally agreed to let him drive the truck around the forest one day and he immediately smashed it into a tree. The general rule with Toby now is: he can drive the golf cart....that's about it.
He loves to scare people. He's the kind of guy to wait around a corner and say "boo!" just because he thinks it's funny
He actually has an ongoing war with Kate as they both love to spook each other when they least expect it
When he's working, I imagine him whistling ominously or making noises to fuck with his victims
Like imagine him dragging his hatchets loudly across the floors, or lazily slashing them into the nearby tree trunks as he stalks his victims :0
Toby has a reputation of forgetting things. Some people chalk it up to the Operator's influence over his mind, but other times it feels like he's forgetting things on purpose...
Jack used to have brown eyes. So deep and rich and true that they'd remind you of tinted glass. Like sun glinting through fallen autumn leaves or honey whiskey. It was the kind of color you could melt into, so true that every word he spoke bore the essence of honesty and kindness. He would have been a good doctor - a face you could trust.
hiii! i really like your writing and i’m not sure exactly if you do romance headcanons but if you do i’d love to know what tim is like when he has a crush on someone? like how does he act around them and how does he feel when he realizes he’s in love? if you aren’t comfortable please ignore this :) hope you’re having a great day!
EEEE~! Anon! Thank you so so much for this ask! Spoiler Alert! I AM MORE THAN COMFORTABLE ANSWERING ROMANTIC QUESTIONS!!!! 🌹✨💖 This literally made me SO giddy! So thank you thank you so much! Now hehehe onto the ask!
Tim Wright (with a Crush) Headcanons!
I feel like at his core, Tim is a very cautious person. He is not quick to trust other people
He can come across as extremely standoffish when he meets someone new, preferring to keep others at an arms length to protect them and himself
His caution comes from good reasoning, of course. Tim has learned time and time again that when people grow close to him, they get hurt
Naturally he isn't eager to get anyone roped into any sort of traumatic event, and he's even less eager to put himself through the heartbreak of losing someone
He tries to suppress his emotions in that regard, and so when he starts to develop a crush on someone he's pretty incapable of recognizing it...
So it would start off slow
I imagine Tim doesn't like to be alone with new, unfamiliar people. So if he has to interact with you, he'd feel more comfortable if Brian or literally ANYONE else was around
He would keep quiet, stealing glances at you between conversation topics and nervously avoiding your gaze if you catch him looking in your direction
Any social interaction with him will be met with grunts and grumbles, making it near impossible to determine how he feels about you
He'd try to rationalize with himself that he's just trying to 'figure you out'
Afterall, there must be something strange and unusual with you, because every time you're around him his heart starts pounding in his chest and his hands are shakier than usual...
You're such a mystery to him, and even though he wants to tell himself he doesn't care or couldn't be bothered to find out, he can't help himself
Tim is the kind of person who needs to feel familiar with someone before he can even begin to rationalize having feelings for them
But it's also his second nature to take care of other people
He would feel a tug in his chest, this odd inclination to protect you
Honestly, I think Brian or Toby would probably be able to recognize Tim's feelings for you before he even could
As he warms up to you, they'd be the ones to notice how his eyes soften ever so slightly when he listens to you speak, how he hangs off of every word you say, and how he seems more inclined to start making jokes with you whenever you're around
Not to mention, how he seems so much more eager to do tasks for you than anyone else
He'd go out of his way, breaking up his day-to-day routines to 'bump' into you
He'd ask you if you needed help with anything, offering to get you anything you might need
He'd practically devote himself to making your life as easy as possible if he can help it
It would take a lot though for him to realize he has a crush on you though
So many quiet, intimate moments after dark to get him to open up to you...
Your hands gently brushing against one another as you walk in the woods
Maybe he pulls out a cigarette, and you offer a light. Even though he doesn't need it, he lets you do so anyway, just so he can lean in and be close to you
He will start to give you his jacket as it gets cold out, like it's second nature, and he'll even let himself drink in how absolutely adorable you look when you wear it
It's only when he notices that his mind always drifts to your face when he tries to sleep does he realize that he likes you
And God, it hits him like a truck
He wouldn't be able to sleep that night for sure, and would be stupidly embarrassed that he hadn't realized his feelings sooner
Not to mention, a new fear; what if you don't feel the same way? And what does it mean that he feels this way about you at all?
He would be pacing the cabin all night long! Trying to figure out what to say to you, if anything at all
The next time he sees you, he's so embarrassed and awkward - which is sort of adorable since Tim hardly comes across that way
Usually Tim has such a strong presence, but the day after he comes to terms with how he feels about you...he seems a little jumpy
When you ask him what's wrong, he's terrible at lying to you and inevitably just confesses to you that he enjoys your company
Like....really enjoys your company
Tim's surprised when you tell him you like him too, and will blush excessively when you tell him you were waiting for him to make a move
After its all sorted, he probably wouldn't even know what to do next
Overall the conversation is very sweet and wholesome...maybe a little angsty just because he doesn't want to cause you any harm just because he's interested in you
At the end of it, he'd just pull you into a hug, before changing the subject
Maybe he'd say something along the lines of - "Well, now that that's settled....I suppose I should take you out on a proper date? How about it?"
Or maybe he'd simply clear his throat, take your hand, and offer a walk through the woods...Ya know, to talk about everything that is to come next
Aaaaand that's what I got! :3 Thank you so much for the ask! ❤️
I just remembered that pinhole blindness is a thing and I think is a pretty solid way to describe how jack sees. If I could "label" it he would have pinhole blindness and full Color blindness (like seeing black and white)
so like he sees like this more or less, the static is because I saw a guy with pinhole blindness say he sees shapes and colors in the part where he doesn't see but my editing skills aren't really good so I just went the easy way
I think you could even say that the black and white could be with more contrast to make it really hard to see but idk
This is how someone who isn't disabled and not color blinded would see the image for comparison:
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