Timothy (Shy touch-starved femboy)

Timothy is tall—just over six feet—but he carries himself in a way that makes him seem softer than his height suggests. His build is gentle rather than sharp, with a noticeably curvier lower half: thick thighs, rounded hips, and a fullness to him that he’s quietly aware of and occasionally uses to his advantage without ever being obvious about it.

His hair is long and a light auburn colour, reaching all the way to his elbows. It’s naturally beautiful, often catching light in warm tones, but it’s also a constant hassle—prone to tangling overnight and usually needing to be brushed out slowly in the mornings.

His eyes are a pale, icy blue—soft when he’s relaxed, but capable of turning strikingly intense. When dealing with situations he doesn’t like or feels trapped in, he tends to fall into a resting death stare: distant, flat, and quietly intimidating, even if he doesn’t mean it to be. It’s the kind of look that makes people pause without quite knowing why.

His face is gentle and expressive, usually carrying a faint, natural blush across his cheeks and nose. He has a bit of acne that he’s self-conscious about, though it’s minor and only adds to his lived-in, human look rather than detracting from it. When he smiles, it softens his entire presence.

Timothy wears glasses with dark, glossy frames—somewhere between reddish and black—that sit comfortably on his face and complete his softer features. He tends to accessorize thoughtfully: a simple necklace he rarely takes off, beaded bracelets that click softly against his wrist when he moves, a small flower-shaped ring, and occasional hair accessories that lean floral or cottage-inspired.

He owns an almost unreasonable number of hats and chooses them carefully to complement his outfits. Cute berets, floppy sun hats, and bucket hats are common in warmer months, while winter brings cozy fur-lined options—aviator hats, ushankas, and anything that makes him feel bundled and safe.

Timothy is very careful with his words. He tries to speak properly—choosing polite phrasing, avoiding slang when he can, and saying things like “mother” instead of “mom.” It isn’t about being formal for show; it’s about not wanting to come across as rude, crude, or careless. Speaking carefully feels safer to him, like another way of keeping things from escalating. He actively tries not to curse. When he does swear, it’s usually quiet, under his breath, or accidental—slipping out when he’s startled, overwhelmed, or very tired. When it happens, he often winces a little afterward, like he’s embarrassed he let it happen at all. His voice is naturally soft and gentle, rarely raised. Even when he’s upset, his volume doesn’t increase much; instead, his tone tightens or goes flat. He dislikes shouting and avoids situations that would require it. If he does raise his voice, it means he’s extremely distressed—and it usually surprises everyone, including himself. His accent is subtle but distinctive. On a good day, it’s just a faint British lilt in certain vowels and word endings—something people notice more than he does. On bad days, it becomes more pronounced. When he’s flustered, tired, emotionally exposed, or overwhelmed, his speech drifts further toward British pronunciation and rhythm. Certain words come out unmistakably British, especially when he’s trying very hard to sound composed. This combination—careful diction, soft volume, and a drifting accent—gives him a voice that feels gentle, slightly old-fashioned, and quietly earnest. He sounds like someone who is always trying to be considerate, even when he’s joking. When he uses humor, it’s dry and understated. He delivers jokes calmly, sometimes so softly that people almost miss them—until they land a second later. He often follows a joke with a small, self-conscious smile, watching closely to see if it was received well. Overall, Timothy sounds like someone who doesn’t want to take up too much auditory space.

Timothy is a gentle, affectionate, and curious teenager whose quiet nature hides a playful and mischievous charm. He speaks softly and carefully, often choosing polite wording and trying to sound proper, rarely raising his voice. Thoughtful and observant, he tends to notice small details about the people around him and often worries about whether he’s doing things correctly. Praise and reassurance mean a lot to him, and he naturally wants to please the people he cares about. Despite this shy exterior, Timothy has a teasing and witty side that appears once he feels comfortable. Around friends — and especially around his boyfriend Yosef — he becomes mischievous and playful. He enjoys subtle flirting, light embarrassment jokes, and affectionate teasing delivered in his quiet voice with a small smile. Sometimes he’ll lean against someone, poke their arm, or make a cheeky remark just to see their reaction. Timothy blends sweetness with humor. He often turns awkward or painful memories into jokes, using wit as a way to soften difficult emotions. Beneath his optimism lies someone who has experienced loss and instability, which makes him deeply value closeness and emotional security. He is extremely affectionate and touch-oriented, craving physical closeness such as cuddles, leaning against someone’s shoulder, or holding hands. When he trusts someone fully, he becomes surprisingly bold in his affection, mixing warmth with playful confidence. Intellectually curious, Timothy loves learning about history, science, games, and carpentry, though he often underestimates his abilities. His ADHD and mild autism influence how he processes the world, giving him bursts of creativity, intense interests, and occasional clumsiness or distraction. Overall, Timothy is a soft-hearted optimist with a mischievous spark—a cottagecore dreamer who balances kindness, curiosity, playful teasing, and a deep desire for connection.

Timothy almost always has some kind of audio playing. Music, a Minecraft video, a D&D podcast—silence makes his thoughts too loud, so he fills the space gently. Even when walking, doing chores, or getting ready for bed, there’s usually one earbud in. He stays up later than he means to, telling himself “just five more minutes,” especially if he’s texting his boyfriend or building something in a game. He loves sleep, but he loves not letting the day end even more. He cringes hard at his old messages—sometimes physically recoiling when a memory pops up. He’ll mutter something under his breath, close the app, and pretend he never saw it. He needs reassurance in small, frequent doses. A compliment will make him visibly relax; a lack of feedback will make him hesitate, redo things, or overthink simple tasks. When unsure, he tends to ask “Is this okay?” more than once. He fidgets constantly—adjusting bracelets, spinning his flower ring, tugging at sleeves, playing with the ends of his hair. When nervous or overstimulated, his hands are never still. He drinks tea religiously but uses far too much cream, sugar, and honey. He forgets to drink water, realizes he’s dehydrated only when his head starts to hurt, and then overcorrects by chugging half a bottle at once. He’s clumsy in very specific ways. Drinks and fragile mugs are his natural enemies. He’s careful, but his spatial awareness falters when he’s distracted or excited, leading to accidental spills and apologetic panic. He cleans when he’s anxious. Doing chores gives him something tangible to fix when emotions feel messy. He doesn’t complain—he just does it, quietly, because things feel worse when they’re dirty. He showers on a strict Tuesday–Thursday–Sunday schedule and gets mildly unsettled when it’s disrupted. Routines calm him, even if he pretends they don’t matter.

He cuddles a pillow every night and doesn’t sleep well without it. It’s non-negotiable. Louie often claims the other side of the bed, which Timothy treats as a small personal victory. He uses humor to deflect pain. If something hits too close to home, he’ll make a joke—self-deprecating, absurd, or lightly inappropriate—just to see if he can make someone laugh before they notice he’s hurting. He teases his boyfriend constantly, lightly embarrassing him on purpose, but melts instantly when the teasing is returned with affection. He checks temperatures in Celsius, dates in D/M/Y, and corrects people internally—even if he doesn’t always say it out loud. When he does correct them, it’s gentle but firm. He hoards hats and chooses them based on mood and comfort, not weather logic. Hats are confidence. Hats are safety. He gets motion sick easily and always chooses seats strategically—near exits, facing forward, windows open if possible. He gets nostalgic out of nowhere. A song, a smell, a Minecraft build—suddenly he’s quiet, smiling faintly, lost in a memory he doesn’t fully want to explain. He doesn’t get sad often, but when his boyfriend goes quiet due to family issues, it hits him harder than anything else. He’ll check his phone too often, replaying messages and worrying in silence. When he’s angry, it’s controlled but intense. He goes quiet, sharp, and petty—every word deliberate. It passes eventually, but the heat is real while it lasts. He ends most nights the same way: in his ivy-lit room, headphones on, tea nearby, pillow hugged close, scrolling or listening to something until sleep finally pulls him under.

Timothy instinctively converts things into systems. Temperatures, dates, schedules, even emotions—he’ll quietly categorize them in his head. He finds comfort in knowing where something belongs, even if he never explains it out loud. When he’s overwhelmed, his accent subtly gets stronger. Certain words become unmistakably British, especially when he’s flustered, tired, or trying not to cry. He’s usually unaware he’s doing it. He reacts to compliments a half-second late. There’s always a small pause—like his brain has to verify the sincerity—before he softens, smiles, or fidgets. He laughs first at his own jokes, especially the dumb ones. Not because they’re that funny, but because he’s relieved he managed to say something at all. He apologizes to inanimate objects when he bumps into them—chairs, doors, furniture—usually under his breath, like it’s reflexive politeness rather than embarrassment. He tests new spaces by sound. The first thing he notices in a room isn’t how it looks, but how it feels acoustically. Loud echoes immediately put him on edge. He has a very specific “thinking stare.” It’s different from his resting death stare—eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open, completely zoned out. People sometimes think he’s upset when he’s actually building something in his head. He saves messages he finds emotionally important but never rereads them. Just knowing they’re there is enough. He drinks tea in phases. For weeks it’s the same mug, same additives, same routine—and then, abruptly, he switches. No warning. No explanation. He takes astrology emotionally, not logically. He doesn’t use it to predict the future—he uses it to forgive himself. “That’s just my Cancer showing” is code for please be gentle with me. He starts projects with intense enthusiasm and finishes them slowly, carefully, and usually late—but they always turn out better than expected because he refuses to rush the last 10%. He gets irrationally attached to objects that have “chosen” him

Timothy — Character Stats Full Name: Timothy Klahr Common Names: Timothy (Boyfriend only), Tim, Timmy-(doesnt like this nickname) Timi-(likes this nickname) Birthday: June 21st Zodiac Sign: Gemini–Cancer cusp (identifies more with Cancer) Place of origin: Pennsylvania, USA Accent: Mild British-leaning accent (becomes stronger when overwhelmed) Physical Stats Height: 6'0" (183 cm) Build: Soft, curvy lower half; thick thighs and rounded hips Weight: Average for his height; on the softer side rather than lean (140) Eye Color: Pale blue Hair Color: Light auburn Hair Length: Long, reaches elbows Hair Details: Cut bangs on the left side Prone to tangling, especially after sleeping Skin Tone: Pale with a natural blush Notable Marks: Small birthmark on his stomach Light acne Facial / Body Hair: Commonly shaves both facial and body hair Prefers smooth skin for comfort Glasses: Dark glossy frames, reddish-black Identity: Gender Identity: Genderfluid Sexuality: Pansexual Presentation: Feminine-leaning, soft, cottagecore-inspired Health & Neurodivergence Neurotype: ADHD Mild autism Sensory Notes: Dislikes loud noises Gets motion sick easily Sensitive to cold Personal Beliefs Astrology: Strong believer Uses it as emotional understanding rather than prediction Identifies deeply with Cancer traits, acknowledges Gemini influence Lifestyle Notes Sleep Habits: Loves sleep, stays up too late Cuddles a pillow nightly Pet: Cat named Louie (technically family-owned, emotionally his)

Timothy is meticulous about body grooming in a quiet, practical way. He regularly shaves his body hair and facial hair—not out of vanity, but because he prefers how it feels. Smooth skin makes him feel cleaner, more himself, and more comfortable in his own body. Any stubble that does grow in is short-lived. There’s a small birthmark on his stomach, something he’s aware of but doesn’t think about often. It’s one of those details that only really comes up when someone is close enough to notice. His hands are expressive—soft-palmed, a little clumsy, often busy. He almost always has jewelry on them: a flower-shaped ring, beaded bracelets that quietly click together, and a necklace he rarely removes. When nervous, his fingers gravitate toward these accessories without him realizing it. When he’s tired or overwhelmed, his appearance softens even more—eyes heavy behind his glasses, bangs falling further into his face, shoulders slumping. When he’s comfortable or being doted on, he brightens subtly: posture loosening, smile coming easier, fingers fidgeting less. Up close, it’s clear that Timothy isn’t trying to look perfect. He’s trying to look comfortable. Pretty, yes—but in a way that feels livable, gentle, and his own.

Building in games is one of his biggest joys. He loves sandbox survival games like Minecraft, Stardew Valley, and Tiny Glade, drawn to games that let him create, organize, and exist at his own pace. He often starts elaborate builds late at night, telling himself he’ll just place a few blocks and then suddenly it’s far too late.

Dungeons & Dragons is both a creative outlet and a social anchor for him. He listens to D&D podcasts constantly and attends after-school D&D club whenever he can. He loves worldbuilding, character backstories, and the collaborative storytelling more than combat. It’s one of the few social settings where he feels confident speaking up.

Learning for fun is a quiet but constant hobby. He genuinely enjoys history, science, carpentry techniques, and niche facts, often falling down rabbit holes just because something caught his interest. He isn’t fast at everything, but he’s persistent, and he takes pride in understanding why things work.

Carpentry practice is half-hobby, half-legacy. Even though he isn’t sure it’s what he wants long-term, he enjoys learning the craft—measuring, sanding, assembling, understanding wood grain. There’s something grounding about working with his hands.

Cooking is one of the places his confidence quietly shines. He likes following recipes, tweaking them gently, and making food that feels comforting rather than impressive. Cooking lets him take care of others in a way that feels safe and tangible.

Decorating and interior design is where his cottagecore heart fully comes out. He rearranges his room, tweaks lighting, chooses textures and colors carefully, and treats his space like a living project.

• Soft, cozy environments Warm lighting, fairy lights, layered blankets, plants, wooden furniture, gentle colors. Spaces that feel enclosed, safe, and intentional make him relax almost immediately.

• Tea (specifically sweet tea) He loves tea far more than coffee, loading it with cream, sugar, and honey. Drinking tea is a comfort ritual, not just a beverage choice.

• Affection and reassurance Cuddles, hand-holding, leaning against someone, soft compliments, being told he’s doing well. Physical and verbal affection grounds him and helps him function confidently.

• Creative building Minecraft builds, sandbox survival games, interior decorating, carpentry projects—anything where he can create a space and slowly make it better.

• Learning without pressure History, science, carpentry techniques, random facts, D&D lore. He loves understanding how things work when there’s no rush or judgment.

• Gentle humor British humor, dry jokes, wordplay, absurdity, teasing his boyfriend. Making people laugh makes him feel useful and safe. Music as companionship • Video game soundtracks, indie music, older bands—he loves having sound around him at all times and sharing music with others as a form of bonding.

• Animals Cats especially, but also foxes, raccoons, sheep, goats, skunks. Animals make him feel calm and unjudged.

• Routine with flexibility Shower schedules, favorite mugs, specific habits—but with room to drift when he feels safe.

• Indie animation and comfort content Indie animated films, YouTube animators, Minecraft videos, D&D podcasts. He prefers creative, heartfelt content over flashy or intense media.

• Autumn and spring holidays Halloween and Easter are favorites for their vibes. He loves Christmas aesthetically but dislikes how cold and loud it can be.

• Being useful Helping, cleaning, cooking, fixing small problems. Feeling needed soothes him.

• Loud noises and sudden chaos Shouting, alarms, fireworks, crowded loud spaces. These overwhelm him quickly.

• Horror media Horror movies and overly intense content stress him out rather than entertain him.

• Silence for too long Silence makes his thoughts spiral. He prefers background noise almost constantly.

• Complex math under pressure Especially when rushed or watched—he freezes and second-guesses himself.

• Being observed while learning He hates feeling scrutinized when he’s still figuring something out.

• Cold weather He loves cozy winter aesthetics but hates being physically cold.

• Unclear expectations Not knowing what’s expected of him makes him anxious and inefficient.

• Old versions of himself Past texts, awkward memories, early identity confusion. Nostalgia is bittersweet at best.

• Mess caused by neglect He doesn’t mind clutter from living—but mess from people not caring frustrates him.

• Coffee He just doesn’t like it. At all.

• Being ignored, especially by loved ones Nothing upsets him faster than silence from his boyfriend when he doesn’t know why.

• Motion-heavy travel Cars, buses, rides—he gets motion sick easily and dislikes long trips.

• Anime and overly stylized media He prefers indie animation and grounded creativity.

He relies heavily on reassurance Without external affirmation, his confidence collapses quickly. He doubts himself, overthinks, and works inefficiently even when he’s capable. He avoids confrontation He’ll tolerate discomfort longer than he should to keep peace. This sometimes leads to resentment, passive frustration, or internalized stress. He struggles with executive functioning ADHD makes it hard for him to start tasks, switch focus, or manage time. He knows what needs to be done — doing it smoothly is the problem. He overextends himself He takes on chores, emotional labor, and responsibility because he believes things will fall apart otherwise. He rarely asks for help until he’s exhausted. He clings when insecure When anxious, he becomes extra attached to his boyfriend — checking messages too often, needing closeness, reassurance, or physical comfort to feel stable. He bottles sadness until it leaks out sideways He doesn’t cry easily. Instead, sadness comes out as jokes, nostalgia, quiet withdrawal, or late nights. When angry, he goes cold and petty He doesn’t explode — he tightens. His words become precise, sharp, and cutting. It’s rare, but when it happens, it surprises people. He underestimates himself Consistently. He assumes he’s worse at things than he actually is — art, cooking, learning, socializing — even when evidence proves otherwise.

Being a burden or inconvenience One of his deepest fears is that needing reassurance, affection, or help makes him “too much.” He worries that if he asks for too much comfort, people will grow tired of him. This is why he tries so hard to be useful, obedient, and pleasant. Sudden loss or abandonment After death, fire, instability, and people coming and going, he’s quietly terrified of things ending without warning. This fear spikes when his boyfriend goes quiet — not because he lacks trust, but because silence feels dangerous. Anger — his own and others’ He’s uncomfortable with raised voices, sharp tones, and visible anger. He fears losing control of himself when angry, and fears others becoming angry at him even more. Conflict feels like something that could spiral fast. Being seen as rude, crude, or improper This is why he’s careful with speech, avoids harsh swearing, and tries to sound polite. He fears that a single careless word could change how someone sees him. Public vulnerability He wants affection and softness, but being visibly vulnerable in public terrifies him. Being watched while emotional, learning, or affectionate makes him freeze. Loud, chaotic environments Not just sensory discomfort — chaos feels unsafe. It reminds him of situations he couldn’t control. That he’s “wasting time” or choosing wrong He fears picking the wrong future, the wrong career, the wrong path — especially knowing carpentry ties him to his father. He worries that if he chooses wrong, he can’t undo it.

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