#c:toby

[stvrchilds]

˙ ˖ ✶ Toby

"Don't think so, why?" Ziggy asked questioning why Toby was just asking about Daya, and he didn't even get at how are you in the process. This made him smirk as he figured his boss being this squirrely about a co-worker. "What would she need to say to me besides what's up?" Ziggy had been around people enough that he could notice patterns, and especially one that made his boss this nervous. "Dude...you look like you're about to shit your pants, and I know you don't have IBS so you can either spill whatever you're really bad at hiding and trying not to say, or I find out later, your choice." he laughed. "Also you suck at acting cool,"

Starter For: @stvrchilds (Ziggy) Location: Permanent Record

"Hey," Toby nodded. Ziggy setting up his station. A good indication that he hadn't been here that long. Daya's station hadn't been touched. "Daya not in yet?" Toby checked their watch. Still early. They weren't sure if she even had a client first thing or not. They just hoped she wasn't avoiding showing up for a different kind of reason; one that involved their tongues being in each other's mouths at Toby's family dinner the other night. Toby knit their brows together, handing Ziggy a coffee and setting aside the others in case Daya came in. "She didn't say anything to you, did she?" Jesus, man, they mentally scolded themselves. Act cool.

[mels-kings]

kate's 365 days of ships:

day 41 happy quinn & toby curtis scorpion

[monsterboysrp]

starter // Tobi x Scott for @iceicetomeetyou

The only life Tobi knew, or at least that he could remember, was a sterile white room and near-endless testing. Procedures. Infusions. Experiments. He must have been kept drugged, because the kinds of things he was subjected to should have broken a person, but he rarely recalled the details except in nightmares sometimes.

He was rescued from the lab with a dozen or so other mutants and mutates, and for the past few months had been acclimating to life at the school. Socially he was woefully stunted -- in fact he seemed more interested in books about dinosaurs than other people -- but he was growing. Adapting. Which, in the end, was what he'd been made to do.

He didn't mean to attract attention, but some mutants… didn't like their powers. And Tobi had a unique property that drew the gaze of more than a couple. His body created an enzyme which suppressed the mutations of any mutant who came into contact. It was intended to cross the mucus barrier and become airborne, but that experiment had failed… but still, if any mutant let any fluid of his body touch their mucus membranes, their power was suppressed.

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @tobyrivers​ )

“thanks for meeting me.” it was near sheepish, gabe hiding their face behind a beer can - nose scrunched in distaste as they sucked it up and took another sip. they were restless - fingers drumming against the bar top, leg bouncing against the stool’s spindle, “how’s - uh, how’s work?” they grimaced immediately at their question - not a great question, considering all that’s happened. “never mind, i think - uh - how’s literally everything else? i’ll buy a round, on me.”

[edgarxfortier]

"Well, we host tours regularly. Daily, if you'd like to schedule ahead. One specific weekends of the month if you'd like to be a bit more spontaneous about it. The tour ends with a tasting and the specific blends vary by seasons." Edgar rattled off the information as if he'd said them a million times before because he had. The tours were one of his favorite things about the winery. Of course, patrons were more than welcome to come and sit on any given day and enjoy a glass, but Edgar enjoyed the idea of pulling back the curtain every now and then and allowing people to see the work and dedication that went into creating most of their blends. "It's an interesting experience, if I do say so myself. Whether or not you consider yourself a connoisseur, I definitely recommend doing the tour and tasting at least once."

Edgar watched as Toby looked for the perfect sticker. He wasn't the kind of person who put stock into representing one's personality through things like that but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he saw the particular sticker they'd selected. "Thank you," he replied, turning the tiny sticker over in his hands before sliding it into his pocket. "Maybe I'll have to stop by and get this little guy tattooed one day."

"I didn't have much of a chance to attend many wine tastings." TJ lamented. "Sounds like something I probably would've done when I turned twenty-one and was allowed to legally drink." Probably after they'd done some kind of small local bar crawl or gone out drinking in Phoenix. Instead, TJ's twenty-first birthday had been spent behind bars. At least their cell mate had bought them a bunch of chips and snacks from commissery. "I wasn't about to drink prison hooch, twenty-first birthday or not," TJ chuckled. "I should come and check it out some time. Pretend I'm sophisticated for once."

TJ couldn't help but grin at Edgar's agreement to take a sticker. They got a small sense of satisfaction, getting through someone's tough exterior. They got it. They were often pretty deadpan themselves, and found interest in dark topics that most people found to be weird. It was nice to share something and have it be accepted. "Okay, let's see." They pulled open a tupperware container where they'd been keeping everything together. "Do we think you're more of a clipper ship guy, or a traditional swallow? Wait, wait, I have this one left." TJ picked out a sticker with a catcus drawn on it in a traditional kind of design, except it was giving the finger and said 'don't touch me' above it. "Perfect."

[loxley-blair-lockhart]

Taught

He had never had a haircut as a little kid. To  Toby, it didn't seem necessary, and his mom couldn't have given less of a fuck. Toby had long hair at the time and so it just made sense. Loxley had thick golden hair and was taught to braid from a young age. He was taught how to weave magic into locs with intent, and to seal that intent with flowers and herbs that would match. His dad hosted a whole range of different wix at the house and Loxley was always asking if he could play with their hair. Different lengths and textures made for different challenges, but he made do. The magic he wove was always positive and warm.

It took Loxley until Hogwarts to realise that it wasn't "normal" magic and was closer to what the Hedges practiced.

[fredsweasleyii]

“Hey dude, you and Charlie want to join about of the Weasleys and others to get drunk to ring in 2025?” Fred asked when he saw the other. “It’ll be fun.” ( @tobyxanderscn​ )

[alecxfray]

He had to find Toby. Alec worried that it would slip to Charlie though on how Toby had felt during the whole body swap. Alec hadn’t told anyone, and he didn’t want to tell anyone, especially Charlie. When he came across Toby, Alec let out a small sigh of relief. “Hey,” he said, approaching his cousin’s boyfriend. “Can we talk?”

@tobyxanderscn​

[monsterboysrp]

@merelyplxyers It was Tobias's first time being presented for the hunt. He had grown up in a different pack, but had been traded to this one fairly recently after his first heat, due to the pack's falling birth rate. They needed fertile omegas to bolster the numbers. They needed him to breed.

The blonde, barely eighteen and shivering from fear and cold, stood in the clearing with the other omegas in their season, clad in thin linen that barely covered his skin and did nothing against the cooling breeze. They'd been there for an hour while the sun set, feeding off each other's anxiety. A couple had opted to shift, both for the warmth and the semblance of camouflage a pelt of fur provided. Tobi didn't think it would do him any good -- his pelt was a tawny gold a shade darker than the curls on the top of his head, and would gleam in the moonlight just the same. No hiding for him -- and rumor had it there was a predator loose in the woods tonight.

His only hope was to run.

The drums suddenly died, and as if fired from a cannon, the two dozen omegas made for the trees, disappearing into the undergrowth on bounding paws and racing feet. Tobi was somewhat familiar with the woods, and knew there was a cliff somewhere nearby; he was a good climber, and there were likely caves he could shinny his way into to hide. Because as much as his instincts were screaming for him to breed, the thought of being caught by one of those huge, slavering males terrified him.

So he ran, hoping that the gradual uphill grade meant he was going in the right direction.

open to f/nb (shifter/other supernatural/human) themes: a/b/o; supernatural/shifters (wolf in his case); arranged/forced relationship/mating; plot: it is the night of the summer solstice, one of the most sacred days for Michael's people. It's the day of the hunt. Potential mating prospects are brought to the forest and are released to be hunted by the unmated alpha's. They get to choose whether they just wanna have fun or bind themselves to a mate for life. Michael attends the hunt since he found his way back to the community but year after year he only found toys, not mates, so when he catches a very familiar scent, he is hell-bent on getting the person it belongs to first

To have a lone wolf attend a hunting ceremony was rather unusual, but Michael had never bothered for protocol. He was an alpha, and he had a right to the pretty little playthings, just like all the other unmated alphas who attended. Over the years he had garnered a bit of a reputation. They called him the predator because he managed to find even the most difficult prey, persisting and prevailing where others gave up long ago. Maybe it was his military and special ops training that made him excel like this, or maybe it was the greed of someone who had always lacked things in life, always wanting more and never getting it. Now as a grown alpha it was no longer a matter of wanting something and not getting it. Now all he had to do is take, and take he did. Of all the alphas that competed, he was the one with the highest prey count, usually being the one to find the rest of them once the other alpha's claimed their new mates or sated their hunger, and he planned on this night being no different. They had released the prey about an hour ago, giving them a solid chance to get some space between them and their hunters. There was no fun in the hunt being over too quickly. It was like a wolf that hunted in a fenced in sheep herd. Foolproof but boring as hell, and none of the alphas wanted boring. They were here for the thrill and for letting the beast residing in their hearts roam free. Something that happened far too little considering how most of them had adapted to the modern lifestyle among mere humans. When the drums finally died, it was the sign for the alphas that the hunt was open and before Michael had even finished the thought he had already shifted, Michael being covered in the jet black fur that he felt so much more comfortable than the skin he wore most of the time. It was like his senses were dialled up to 1000 now, everything more intense, the forest had almost lighted up with his much better night vision and then the scents that flooded his nose. Earthy tones of the forest floor, the scents of wild flowers and herbs, and then it hit him like a fucking train. Something floral and sweet. He knew that scent from somewhere. Jasmine Without even thinking twice, he chose this scent to follow, almost flying through the trees with his paws barely touching the ground. He had to find the sweet little prey that smelled of jasmine, come hell or high water.

[ariiamxntgxmery]

Pressing the bell to the home of the Cavanaugh residence, Aria glanced down at the notebook in her arms. The name inside read Toby Cavanaugh, so the least that Aria could do was return it to him. She’d mentioned it to Emily that it wasn’t a big deal she’d bring it back to him as she was going home anyway.

The plan was to spend the night at Emily’s, but because her mother texted her and wanted her home, Aria literally had nothing to do now - so she figured making a stop to bring Toby his notebook wouldn’t take too long, besides, she wasn’t sure if he needed it for any of his classes.

{{ @txbycxvxnxxh​

[rcidandcrson]

“So I think he likes going out for walks better with me than you.” Reid spoke conversationally, that trademark grin on his lips as he looked across to Toby as he entered the others apartment once more. By his side, Buzz looked a state though Reid didn’t look much better, both of them appearing like the ground had exploded around them, splattering them with mud and various foliage.

@tobyxanderscn​

[mels-kings]

kate's 365 days of male characters

day 93: toby curtis scorpion

[zurisoto]

Zuri loved summer because it meant cute shorts, comfy tops and nice jackets as the weather got cooler, plus dresses, Zuri loved summer dresses. She smiled as she spotted her friend from a distance, over the years she'd watched Toby grow more and more into themselves, and it never failed to make her smile. "Are you saying that I'm second choice?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, before laughing lightly. "I'm attempting to save money, which means no more tattoos," she pouted. She shook her head at the question, "nope, not seen them at all, but I will keep my eyes peeled because you know I love drama."

Starter For: @zurisoto Location: Lucky Penny Saloon

Summer was well and truly on its way to New York, which meant Toby was more comfortable shedding their baggy nineties style long-sleeved skater tees and denim overjackets to replace them with a very well-fitted white tank underneath a plaid buttoned shirt. The tightness of the white tank top showed off their flat chest and the edges of their top surgery scars in a way that made Toby feel confident and, dare they say it, cute. Seeing Zuri, Toby greeted her with a smile. "Hey!" They lifted up a pool cue, gesturing to the table. "My pal just bailed on me because he got into a fight with his girlfriend. Wanna play?" they asked, already setting up the table. "Haven't seen you around the shop in a bit." They paused a second, unsure if they wanted to go there. "Don't suppose you've talked to or seen Daya in the last week or two?"

[monsterboysrp]

for Tobi, from Arthur n.n

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

"T-today?" Tobi cursed the tremor in his voice as he moved closer to Arthur. "I thought you said your rut wasn't for a little while..." Inexorably drawn by Arthur's arms and the pheromones whispering in his nose, the omega bit his lip as a hand moved up the back of his neck, pulling him in so his nose rested close to Arthur's throat.

"I -- are you sure we're ready for this?" he asked, but as unsure as he sounded, his voice was weak, no fight in it at all, and he shuddered a little as the Alpha's scent filled him with warmth.

[touchofsomething]

Jose’s day had been long and filled with enough frustration to punch a wall or two. He did his best to channel that into a more intense workout, but even after nearly two hours of activity he still felt a buzz under his skin.

Stepping out the shower he went to his locker and opened it to remove his clothes when he saw someone a few lockers down. Someone with an ass that looked like just what Jose needed.

“Haven’t seen you around here before”

@thegreatscn​

[calionexonerp]

“Hey Tobe... Tobe can you just... come here for a sec?” Reid yelled out into the otherwise quite peaceful apartment apart from the sound of the tv down low in the main room. Reid’s borrowed room was currently awash with shirts and a few pairs of pants, even ties were hanging off things and he was stood there half dressed in his boxers and a navy dress shirt, tie hung limply around his neck. “I need some help picking shit out.”