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xghostdeerx · 1 year
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Part 3 (should I make a part 4)
This is a universe that me and my boyfriend created and I wanted to share with you guys !! UNDERWEB
I’m gonna make another comic about Chara from under web but if you guys are really into this, then please let me know if you guys would want the whole story explain .
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devourable · 9 months
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⚘ the boys next door
sfwish, mdni | tags ; poly!male yanderes x gn reader (no prns used but 'you'), manipulation, yan behavior, slight fetishization of virginity
originally this was just gonna be one character so thank mazzy for convincing me to make him a poly duo instead lmfao. ik i have things to finish but like,,, boys 🫶
not too proud of this one so ill probs revise it or make a part two at a l8r time when im feeling less rusty
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the boys next door were the two that everyone knew of as a pair.
sebastian and tobias grew up together, learned together, played together, and shared absolutely everything practically since they were born. they were what people thought of when the words 'best friends' came to mind.
nothing could or would ever come between the two boys, everyone said.
so it was no shock that when you came in and quite literally got between them — by virtue of moving into the vacancies that separated their homes — their instant mutual attraction to you would do nothing but strengthen the bond between them.
it was odd. any additions to their relationship was unheard of, but...
the boys next door shared everything. you didn't think that'd exclude you, did you?
toby and sebastian were quick to befriend you when you entered their life. you were around their age, practically the only other child in the area at that; but unlike the children at school who they'd turn away from in favor of each other, they readily made you part of their dynamic.
they didn't quite understand the feelings you gave them at first, they were too young to. all they really knew is that they liked being around you, they liked talking about you, and they wanted you to themselves.
when you were young, everything became about you. their favorite games involved them being your loyal knights, or bodyguards, or any other role that involved protecting you from whatever threat their little minds could imagine up.
and when you grew tired of playing the damsel in distress? they were fine with it. whatever you wanted from them, you got. sebastian's gaming console was practically yours with how much he pushed you to play on it. toby would beg his parents to get him any toy he'd seen you show interest in; and he'd always eventually get them for you.
they didn't want you to ever be bored around them. you'd always have a good time on their watch, and they spoiled you relentlessly to the best of their abilities.
you were theirs, now! and you took care of what was yours, no matter what. that's what both of them were taught.
they grew up with you. learned with you. played with you, and of course, they shared you — even as the three of you grew up.
everyone around you saw how much they adored you, too. when asked, the two boys would proclaim how they'd both marry you in the future. it was so cute! no one saw an issue with how they always took up as much time and attention as they could from you. or how you never really seemed to be able to make friends with other kids at your school...
you had your best friends, so it didn't matter. they were all you needed.
the pair grew to love their constant close proximity to you. it ensured that they'd know what was going on in your life at all times as you grew and developed. when you weren't all hanging out together, it wouldn't be unusual for the pair to simply watch your home from their windows, glimpsing into your windows to watch you go about your life.
you were turning into a fine young adult. but you still needed their protection! they both easily surpassed you in size as you all grew up — sebastian in particular, who's height was staggering compared to both you and toby. he liked the edge it gave him, and how intimidating he could be when needed. tobias didn't have that advantage, but everyone liked him enough to respect you as his territory anyway. you were so small and sweet, what if someone saw you the way they did? they couldn't have that, they had no choice but to keep you to themselves.
it felt like you always had at least one of the two at your side at all times. so much so that it felt odd when you were without either of them. sebastian and toby being by your side was as natural as breathing and you grew to never really question their behavior.
they were just making sure you were okay when they insisted on keeping you company when you were home alone. when toby took your first kiss, it was because it only made sense — it should go to someone you trust and care about, right? and when you told the two that you were still a virgin well into adulthood (which they knew, of course), they insisted on being your first.
they knew you better than anyone, they'd know how to make you feel good. and who better to give your virginity to than your best friends?
getting to claim your body, inside and out, was one of the best moments of their lives. no one would ever get to have you the way they did.
no matter what you'd do, where you'd go, you'd always be effected by them in some way — and that's exactly how they wanted it. they'd always be your first best friends, your first boyfriends, your first everything. and you'd always be theirs.
the boys next door would always be entangled in your life. but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?
they know you better than anyone, after all.
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nikothewolfboi · 1 month
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wolfintestinez · 3 months
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somebody get this guy out of the cemetery, he is scaring the ghosts off 🙁🙁
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helloitssunshine · 7 months
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Primo sketches
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Y/N, after hearing Toby’s backstory : Wow, your family truly is shitty. You should probably get a new one.
Ticci Toby, chuckles sardonically : Yeah, well, that’s impossible.
Y/N : . . .
Y/N : Not really.
Y/N, turned away from facing him : You could… always start a new one with me.
Ticci Toby : . . .
Ticci Toby, facing the opposite the direction trying to calm his breathing :
(⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )
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ladybugkisses · 8 months
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now i Don't think Rocky or my sona should have kids, but... .. .....the thought of it got to me 😔
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satiricalstardust · 8 days
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Hello gamers I bring art. Y'all ate up the post that was /just/ headshots so here's something a little more interesting. Had a lot of fun popping these out one by one and I hope y'all like them as much as I do because I'm like, damn near in love with this little series. If y'all wanna see other pastas like this send your requests :DDD
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clayteland · 3 months
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《 Ticci Toby 》
In pixel art, because why not?
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Character by Kastoway.
《Art and animation by Clayteland》
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slack-water · 6 months
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Some doodles of my tabaxi sorcerer Tobias ✨
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elliotsblunt · 8 months
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Awaken Me | Tobias Eaton
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pairings — four/reader | divergent au! |
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summary : four seems to pick on you especially—and you figure out why. it’s because you both share the same secret.
warnings : none i think?
authors note : i forgot about this and decided to upload it even tho it’s unfinished…
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© elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.
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Your eyes burned slightly as you blinked away tears, confused as to why you couldn't find that certain...
Anger.
Wren, a curly haired blonde that belonged in Amity—somehow landed in Dauntless. But during combat, her frail arms would summon the strength of twice the muscle capacity she contains. If you hadn't seen her flip a man twice her size over her figure—
You wouldn't have believed it.
Anyways, Wren had told you that she had reached that certain level of fighting simply by thinking of what angered her most. The the thing was, nothing horrible had happened to you.
You were born and raised in Amity, where the crime rate remained a negative 0–if that were possible, it would be rated just that.
Your ma and pa sheltered you, as you were their only child. You were also extremely close with them, but after getting your screen test back—it was time to begin a new chapter in your life. One that would drag and smash you to the ground like a bug.
Which is what happened now—basically.
Gritting your teeth, you rolled over to dodge one of your opponents lashes. Fortunately, the girl wasn't a merciless bitch, and let you stand up whilst getting back into position. With shaky fists, you gulped, muttering a quick curse before her own swung towards your chin.
But—
The beating never came. The throbbing rush of warm blood thrashing in your veins never crashed. Your jaw was in tact, and you weren't flopped on the ground like a beaten animal.
Your eyes snapped open, flashing over to the strong hand wrapped around Turner's wrist. Turner, the girl you were fighting, gulped as she stood back from Four. His chest radiated of a warm essence that burnt your cheeks—especially with the smirk dripping off his face.
"Turner," he released her grip, not glancing at you, "It appears the Mary Poppins hasn't improved. Isn't fair to you, is it?"
Your throat went dry, remembering how much of a total prick he was. At first, you thought he was hot, so you deemed him to maybe be a good person. But after you figured one of his life goals was to torment and embarrass you—you checked your values and common sense.
His eyes were dark, but still weren't ever fluttered onto your figure—almost as if he didn't even want to look at you. It damaged your confidence more, knowing you were probably going to be factionless if you didn't shape up soon.
Turner only shrugged, dropping her arm back to her side before placing both hands on her hips. She raised a brow at you as you let out a sharp breath, wiping the imaginary dust off your palms before looking down at the ground and stepping off the fighting podium.
Your ears ring as her blows caused you some damage. Chewing on your bottom lip, you held back your defeated thoughts as Wren threw an arm around your shoulder,
"It's okay. I got a few beat downs my first year here. It gets better," she attempted to cheer you up. You merely hummed as she continued, "Anger, _ _. That's what powers you. You need—“
“I know,” you snapped, stopping your feet before rolling your eyes at her, “I know. But I’m not an angry person, and I’m shit at fighting.”
Her eyes narrowed, “Pity isn’t what makes you a Dauntless, _ _,” she stepped towards you, poking a nimble finger into your heart, “So instead of whining, kid, maybe you should just stop thinking and fight.”
Slowly nodding, you stood there as she headed over to the cafeteria for lunch. You noticed that the boxing bag area was empty—and it clicked in your head what Wren said.
Fight.
Bringing your fists up, you got into a fighting stance and threw your first punch. With gritted teeth, you felt the material bruise up your knuckles—but you wanted to feel it. Feel the pain. If you couldn’t feel the pain, then pity would just Pool around in your chest instead.
And you hated pity.
Hissing as you retracted your first, you did it again. Then repeated on the other fist. Every time the cool leather collided with your knuckles, it sent a sharp pain up your hand. But you stood through it, until the next time you swung, you didn’t realize the bag had made its own hit towards you—swinging and hitting your body with a harsh force.
Letting out a grunt, your body slammed into the cold cement of the training sector. Your ribs ached as you didn’t twitch to get up, instead accepting that you were going to be factionless if you didn’t get back up.
Get back up, _ _. You have to.
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Sweat dribbled down your forehead as you landed another punch to the bag. You made it a mission to skip lunch so you could train, because you'd rather starve than be factionless. Breathing harshly through your teeth, you felt the muscles slightly tense in your arms.
"Mary poppins hasn't improved, has she?"
You felt your lip curl as you delivered another brutal hit, finally taking victory in the bag. You released a grunt as your fists kept colliding with it.
You were going to show that stuck up son of a—
"You're supposed to eat in order to gain muscle. Didn't teach you that back in Amity, huh?" You heard a voice quip, a deep and gravelly voice.
Jumping from surprise, your head snapped over to see Four leaning against one of the bags. His eyes were focused on you, smoky and stormy. You looked away from him instantly, but kept your focus on him, "Skipping lunch won't make you a Dauntles—"
"If someone tells me one more time what does or doesn't make me a Dauntless, I might just fucking shoot myself," you raised your voice, feeling the patience that usually you held snapped like a tree branch. Four's eyes stayed narrowed as he now crossed his arms, the muscles protruding from that caramel, ink covered skin of his.
You gulped, "I meant—"
He stood up straight, a smirk creeping into his plump, pink lips as he stepped towards you, "You're nothing but a farmer. You cannot train remotely enough to become one of us," he hissed, venom laced in his words. Something swirled in his eyes, making your jaw lock,
"You don't have anger. You have self pity, and Dauntless don't pity themselves. They fight, and are willing to give up their life for people. How can you fight others when you're fighting yourself already?"
You blinked, feeling anger begin to rise within you. It was a foreign feeling—but you didn't hate it. If anything, your veins welcomed the poisonous rage, but you bit your tongue.
Four laughed darkly, "You can't even speak up for yourself. Surely, you should go back to those farmers," he continued, making your fists balled up at your sides. As he continued to degrade you and your home, well— people who used to be your home, it rose.
The anger rose. It felt as the ground begun to shake, sudden flashes of all the combat you had witnessed before your eyes playing like a rapid slideshow in your mind. The cracks of the bones whenever someone would slip their foot beneath someone—breaking their balance.
Your eyes flickered up to his. He paused right before you, the scent of cologne filling your nose as your chest heaved deeply. Every sense of angst within you was on fire as he tilted his head.
"You don't belong here. But I doubt you'll be able to go home, since your parents disow—"
Your foot slipped under him, trapping him to the ground with a grunt from him. Your teeth clenched as you aimed to punch him, but he immediately snapped his eyes into yours. With furrowed brows, he grabbed your wrist and striked your leg with a harsh kick.
Your knee buckled, a bullet of pain shooting through your muscles. The cold concrete pavement of the training sector burned the flesh on your cheek, ears ringing as a dull ache formed in your back from the landing.
“C’mon, _ _,” Four chuckled, more so in a tiresome way than a tormenting tone. His chest heaved as I blinked, “Get up. Don’t give up now.”
It clicked. Was he…training you?
A boost if adrenaline shot through you. He believed in you. That was the push you needed to balance your wobbling arms off the ground, barely being able to push your body—but you did. Your fists balked at your sides as you gulped, accidentally melting into his cold eyes.
They weren’t as cold, though. As if the ice had slightly melted—but there was still another thick layer.
“Fighting is a dance,” he murmured firmly, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. You let out a harsh breathe as he held your back against his chest, before roughly pushing you away. You hit one of the punching backs, grunting as he smirked, “Until it’s not.”
“Can’t imagine dancing with you,” your eyes narrowed—only making his smirk grow.
But you didn’t hear a response, instead your eyes noticed he was about to take a step forward. Then, you watched his arm twitch—ducking before delivering a jab to his side. He flinched, which broke the barrier, and you didn’t wait to kick him down to the ground.
With a loud thud, you watched as his braid figure slammed against the ground. Picking up your feet, you darted towards him. Every single insult he’d ever thrown at you replayed in your head. He was trying to anger you.
Did he perhaps…care?
Sliding your knee across the ground, you grabbed both of his hands and held him down. Your hair fell over your face, panting deeply, as you used the rest of your strength to fight off his. His hues twitched to yours, something flashing in his eyes as they met yours.
Your throat became dry. Butterflies erupted in your tummy, a warm feeling hugging your heart.
Feeling the cheeks in your face burn—you felt the world slowly silence around you as your eyes melted onto his. You didn’t know if it was your imagination, or the adrenaline pumping in your veins—but you swore you felt his long fingers slowly graze your thigh.
Wait—
How did they get fre—
And in an instant, you were flipped into the ground. His strong hands held you down, gripping your wrist, as his muscular chest held down yours. Bodies pressed against one another, his grunts filling your ears…it was truly a sight.
A musky scent flooded your senses as you felt like you were high, wanting to reach out and touch that sculpted jaw of his. The stubble poking from his skin is probably scratchy against your palm, but his flesh still looked smooth and supple.
Despite his appearance coming off ragged and rough.
“That’s how you fight like a Dauntless,” He taunted darkly, making your brows raise in shock, “You’ll do just fine in ranks if you uh—“
His eyes fluttered to your lips, before he gulped and squeezed his eyes shut. He pushed himself off the floor, away from you, before dusting off his pants, “You should do just fine, _ _.”
Before you could say anything, he cleared his throat and made his exit.
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allfortheslay25 · 5 months
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Allison and her kids (messy sketch)
Hc that Allison looks pretty youthful for a while (she eventually gets to that stage of grey and old but she welcomes it with open arms)
Toby is 6’0 and Ashleigh is 5’10 so they’re both taller than Allison (5’7) when she isn’t wearing her 6 inch heals
They look like their mommy 🥰
Toby isn’t being a gentleman in this btw he’s just kissing Allison’s ass so he can visit Amali again (which is why he ain’t holding Ashleigh’s bags)
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devourable · 7 months
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so bc we’ve been given the green light on asking for more tobias and sebastian i’m gonna ask: smut for them pls! also would it be a threesome situation or would they prefer to do it separately? do they interact with each other at all or do they focus solely on darling?
(also i’ve asked a few questions about sterling and gene separately, can i be an emoji anon? 🍭 or 🍓, your choice!)
yall dont need a greenlight for the record. idk why many of yall seem to think that 😭 anyway here you go!
nsfw mdni / ageless dni
the boys next door • tobias and sebastian [ nsfw ]
· these two do everything together. that quite literally includes you. their first time and every encounter after that was with you and they refuse to have it any other way. sharing is caring after all, and what could be better than sharing the thing they love the most?
· if one of them is with you and the other is busy, they’ll wait for the other to come back before they really do anything. they'll kiss and touch you and get you all riled up, but you won't get any real satisfaction until the two of them are with you.
· sebastian has far more restraint than toby does. he'll rub you through your clothes and tease you relentlessly, pepper you in kisses, never giving you enough to get off or even really edge you but still enough to get you begging. it's a stark contrast to tobias, who will get as close as he possibly can to actually fucking you without doing so — he'll finger you until you're on the verge of tears and dripping on him and grind his cock on you till you're both at your peak. but neither boy will fuck you without the other being present.
· these two love it when they can both be in you. whether that be dp or spitroasting you, though they have a heavy bias for having you between them — one of the boys being under you, and the other being over you. it’s way more fun when all three of you feel good together! and it's always fun to see what limits your body can handle.
· their focus is mostly on you, but they'd never neglect each other, especially if you're the type to tap out early during sex or the type to not want it at all. if you can't handle the amount of rounds they want to put you through, it isn't uncommon for the pair to get each other off (which they like way more if you're willing to watch). they like to take their time with each other the way they would with you.
· it isn't uncommon for the pair to experiment with one another, trying out things they found online to see if they enjoy it before they try it out with you. they found a lot of their mutual kinks this way. it also isn't uncommon for the pair to start something up knowing you'll walk in on them soon — it's just so fun when you catch them!
· despite all of this, their end goal is still you. they'd much rather fuck you and get off with you. making you feel good with them is what they love the most, and if they'd have to choose between each other and you, they'd choose you every single time.
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buggee22 · 1 year
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dump of marble hornets doodles cuz yeah,, (+one of my creepypasta oc’s)
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wolfintestinez · 2 months
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me when i project . TOBIAS !!!!!!!
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benji-woodside · 1 month
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guys
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