If you’re comfortable taking more art requests, do you think you can draw Lea? Also, here’s her lore if you’re interested https://toyhou.se/22692947.lea-a-lion
Um of course i can take more art requests !
Also i read some of the lore of Lea and i kinda liked it , apparently Lea and Rammy are in a queer platonic relationship 👀👀...
I didn’t know what to drew so i drew this , hope you enjoy <3 !
Nearly everybody labels Timothy as autistic or some other form of neurodivergent (I've seen some say ADHD, and some OCD and perhaps DID which I cannot personally speak on), and I fear a lot of it is just down to "silly boy obsessed with timing." I wanted to really expand on the topic to say that rather, it's the combination of his reliance on routine, distress when routines are disrupted, rigid communication style, attempts to control uncertainty, and the dynamic between Timothy and Timmy that resembles many autistic experiences.
I will be discussing his character in reference with my own experience as someone with ASD & ADD, so of course, as nobody's autism is quite the same, you may disagree with me on certain points or find that you don't relate, and that's perfectly okay. In fact, I would love to hear anybody else's input.
Starting off with the obvious. Timothy is a man who holds timing close to his heart (literally, as his chest holds a clock). Many autistic people, myself included, rely on routine and predictability, and for some, when that is disrupted, it can be overwhelming.
Timothy wants you to be on time so he doesn't have to face any changes in his routine. He has his life scheduled to a T so that he can expect and prepare for everything. He is rude to the player when they disrupt his schedule because he couldn't prepare for that, and his abrasiveness can be interpreted as that overwhelm being directed at the player. This is also apparent when the player is late, as he literally screams before turning into Timmy.
Timothy's need to schedule everything also aligns with another common autistic trait: the feeling of needing to be in control. In order to not face Timmy's terrors, he has to be on top of everything. Along with the feeling many autistic people have to conform to society and the need to be perfect, routines in general are already ways to stay in control of things, but lots of players interpret Timothy as demanding or bossy, which can be likened to blunt and/or rigid ways of thinking and communication that lots of autistic people experience.
Being in control allows Timothy and other individuals to predict what happens and make sure everything is precisely as it should be. As an autistic person myself, I often try to take over when people around me use my things because I get very anxious or fear that they won't do things the way they should be done, and I think that kind of philosophy applies to Timothy as well.
Timothy also exhibits behavior that can be interpreted as stimming. He makes these ticking sounds when you first meet him and later on his hate route to calm down. As I said earlier, this may be a way of showing how the player coming unscheduled leaves Timothy overwhelmed, and this is his way of coping with that.
Timothy's schedules also allow him to predict when he needs to mask or appear normal. I think that the violent outburst of his transformation into Timmy is reminiscent of an autistic meltdown, as you have to severely violate his single boundary to achieve it, and in doing so, distress him greatly.
On the topic of masking, many autistic people don't realize that their masking doesn't always work as well as they think it does. When Timothy says everyone would like their dates to be in 10-minute intervals, I think he assumes that's the standard, which he is masking to match, but instead it shows off how tied to routine he is since that's not actually what most people think.
Timmy explicitly states, "Timothy is just a shield for Timmy to hide behind." If you swap "shield" for "mask," everything falls into place.
Timothy is a version of Timmy that he made up so that people would like him better. Masking is literally defined as the act of concealing autistic traits to come across as neurotypical, and even though Timothy exhibits his own autistic traits, Timmy is masking his own because he is constantly rejected if he doesn't. (He has a line about grooming himself in public saying someone has to tell him to stop. Timothy also says, "lonesome is nothing new for old Timothy.")
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I think that for for autistic readers that language may come across particularly relatable, constructing a more socially acceptable persona to protect a vulnerable self from rejection.
Timmy is constantly napping, and while that's just something cats do, as masking gets more and more intense and separated from your original self, it gets increasingly tiring. The mental and physical toll Timmy endures by shoving himself down and pretending to be someone else is taking such a toll on him that as soon as you meet him, he asks to take a nap.
I personally wonder if Timmy masks because he feels at fault for being the personification of a clock but having no interest in time, and perhaps he believes this "malfunction" makes him broken or unlikeable. If Timmy genuinely sees himself as a malfunctioning clock, then perhaps what he fears is not only that people will dislike him, but that they will find him exhausting. That would make Timothy's creation even more heartbreaking in my opinion. Rather than just becoming someone people would love, Timmy may have simply tried to become someone who was easier to tolerate. What makes this especially tragic to me is that even Timothy's carefully constructed persona fails to protect him from rejection. If Timothy exists to make himself more acceptable to others, then the fact that people reject both versions of him in the real-life fandom feels, to me, ironic and cruel.
Another example people may point to is that Timothy owns a collection of pocket watches. Of course, anyone can collect, and a clock-themed character collecting watches is not unusual on its own. What stands out to me is his emotional investment in the collection. His dedication to keeping them perfect and wanting to tell the player about them makes me interpret it as some sort of hyperfixation or special interest, which neurodivergent people are often prone to.
I personally am very protective of my collection, and while I don't know if everyone is, he also seems to exhibit that same protectiveness, as you have the option of dropping the pocket watch and having him blow up in rage. That also makes letting you touch it generally a very precious moment to me.
The theme of loneliness also feels significant to me. Timothy says, "lonesome is nothing new for old Timothy," and what strikes me about that line is how it's simply something he has come to expect. Many autistic people experience repeated social rejection throughout their lives, and over time that can lead to the feeling that loneliness is inevitable rather than temporary. Timothy's line reminds me less of someone lamenting that they are alone and more of someone who has accepted it as a fact of life. An eternally repeating cycle, like a clock, if you will. I think a lot of autistic players will relate to him in this way.
For some other weaker tidbits:
In all of their sprites, their heels are raised, and they are on their tiptoes except for the nominated Timothy sprite with the pocket watch.
While this can simply be a reference to cat legs and the way he walks, a known trait of autism is that many people tend to walk on their tiptoes, just like he does.
Timothy also wears gloves. They stay on when he's by the hot tub and during sex. Since these are situations that people typically would remove them they may potentially suggest Timothy has sensory troubles.
As for why he chooses to be British, I imagine the two of them want to be as disconnected from each other as possible. Timmy keeps his original American accent, and Timothy sets himself apart by adopting another. Timmy, like the original, must have understood that people who act formally and dress properly are regarded highly and if Timothy is viewed through the lens of masking, then the accent can be interpreted as another part of a carefully constructed identity: a version of himself that he believes people will find more respectable, refined, and acceptable than the person underneath.
Despite his writer denying his character as autistic, I still find him to be one of the most compelling autistic-coded characters I've encountered. Plenty of characters like schedules but what makes him stand out to me as an autistic person is the way he responds to disruption, the effort he puts into maintaining control, the loneliness beneath his carefully constructed alter ego and the implication that "Timothy" exists to protect "Timmy" from rejection.
I Always Have Time For You (Platonic!Timothy Timepiece & Reader)
Warnings: The horrors that are Dishy, and getting caught in the middle of Dirk and Harper (shudder), as well as some general hurt/comfort after a shitty day (Words: 1k)
(Author’s note: Augh I love this!!! I had a lot of fun, Timothy is a character I honestly really disliked at first but he was such a fun storyline that it was hard to hate him at all. As always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
Requested by @thelesbianwhitelion !!
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Timothy, listening to the beautifully performed chorus of his clocks, ticking away in unison, had barely noticed you come in.
In fact, hearing a sudden footstep behind him having him such a start that he’d leapt out of his chair, tail puffed up and ears pinned to the sides of his head.
“What is the meaning of—“ He began, voice tinged with a frustrated hiss, but all of it fell away when he saw the state you were in.
Your eyes, usually bright and eager behind the Dateviator gizmos you had to wear, were reddened by tears, and your hands seemed to tremble at your sides, balled up into loose fists.
“Hi, Timothy.” You muttered, moving to fold your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his gaze, “Is it okay if I just stay here for a bit?”
His brow shot up in surprise. Having previously proven yourself to be such a responsible, timely person, he was flabbergasted as to why you would ask to see him when it was, in fact, your allotted time in his schedule.
“Please, take a seat.” He replied, trying to keep the smidge of concern out of his tone, “I was just finishing my tidying. The collection is nearly sparkling.”
You gave him a lackluster nod, flopping onto the floor, seated in a cross-cross position. Your movement, your tone… everything about you seemed completely and utterly done with everybody.
“Has something happened today?” He tilted his head, turning his eyes back towards his watchers but keeping a close ear swivelled towards you.
You drew a long, deep breath, as if preparing to go underwater, before your voice came out in a bit of a tremble.
“I had a horrible day.” You admitted, much to his own sadness, “I… I got into an argument with Friar, and then Dishy got all weird, and Harper and Dirk started their whole thing again when it was barely six in the morning…”
He pursed his lips, placing his cloth down in the table and rotating his stool to face you, tail swaying before finding a spot curled up in his lap.
“I see. And if you were up at that hour, I presume you feel even more horrid.” He leaned his cheek against his fist, “You always do, like when you set your alarm clock too early in the morning.”
A soft huff of what could be a chuckle escaped you, and it brings a little bit of a smile to his lips.
“Plus, I saw you in the kitchen. You didn’t breakfast when you typically do.” He admitted, adjusting his lapel, gloved hands smoothing over the fabric, “Which could contribute to your foul emotional state today, if I’m not mistaken.”
You sit there like a statue for a moment, before you angled your face upwards to meet his eyes. Your own shine with something other than frustrated tears, although he couldn’t decipher what.
“You remembered all that?” You whispered, “Is that why our meeting time is… when it is?”
“Correct, my friend! If you are given the proper amount of time to wake, dress, wash, and eat, you will be much more pleasant in conversation, and generally much happier throughout your days.” He chirped, glad to have that detail of his planning noticed, “Although I don’t doubt that the constant brutishness of some of the objects have also made you miserable today.”
“Yeah, no, you’re right on both counts.” You rubbed your neck, a little sheepishly, “You’re in the kitchen, you saw the most of it.”
“I was a bit occupied, but I did hear some.” He responded, disappointment evident on his face as he held his tail in his hands, “That dishwasher has no respect for anyone’s time! And the friar is… quite pushy, and not in any way that’s helpful.”
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands down onto your knees, “Dishy took two days to install the latest update! He wouldn’t give me an estimate!”
“Disgusting!” Timothy nearly gagged at the thought, shuddering at the mere mention of a lack of estimate as to how long the software update would take. He didn’t deal in electronics, as the only mechanics he trusted was clockwork, but everything you told him of the other, less practical devices in your home only drove home his insistence on the superiority of the tick-ticking of a pocket watch further.
You broke into a fit of giggles, moving your hands to wipe the dried tear tracks off of your face to the best of your ability. Without thinking, Timothy reached for his cleaning cloth and handed it over.
You blinked, hesitating as he placed it in your lap.
“Are you sure?” You questioned, “This is… well, this is your good one! I don’t want to get it covered in tears and snot.”
“I have others. I would rather see it be put to use with you, right now.” He dipped his head, resisting the urge to reach for another one until after you had left.
You sniffed, smiled, and then launched up from the hardwood floor to attack him with a hug, your arms snaking their way around his shoulders as you pulled him close.
Timothy quickly softened into it, though, having no qualms with a simple embrace. After all, you definitely needed it after a day like today. Perhaps tomorrow he would shift your itinerary a half hour later, provided that you’d be willing to cancel a doomscroll session or two, so you could sleep in.
“Thank you, Timothy.” You whispered into his ear, and he did nothing but smile as he returned the physical gesture, his gloved hands meeting the back of your shirt.
“You are very welcome. Please, I am open to talk about anything you may need when it is our scheduled time.” He purred, giving you a little squeeze in his arms for good measure.
The clocks quickly tocked over to a new hour, and as you departed, he found himself grinning ear to ear, even whistling as he tended to his next batch of time-keepers.
free to use with credit. event entry (papyrus event list) for @skeletonenthusiasts. edit a character you fangirl/boy over. psd used. i love you timothy.
Timothy: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.
Holly: …All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.
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