Ticci Toby Cosplay Novels & Stories

I said more to myself but she was down stairs already and safe. As soon as I got down my eyes stopped at Tobi, whose back was turned facing the window. He wore a chocolate brown shirt with matched perfectly and a pair of dark blue jean. His hair a little bit messy and his beard unshaven which gave him a whole different manly and hot look.

She turned and saw him emerging from behind a black velvet curtain. Tobi stood at least six feet tall, his frame lean but muscular beneath a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. Sleeves of ink covered both arms, a tapestry of Japanese waves on one side, mythological creatures on the other. His dark hair was tousled as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and a day’s worth of stubble shadowed his strong jawline. But it was his eyes that caught her, piercing blue, the color of glacial ice, framed by surprisingly long lashes. They studied her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

Her red heels match the color of her roses. Toby. I can’t even tell you how Toby’s look makes me blush. He looks so delicious in his all black tux. The handkerchief is the same color red as his sister’s roses. He wore his sandy blonde hair slicked black on the sides. His wavy bangs hang a little above his bright blue eyes. Delicious! He looks all of his 20 years of age. Built to perfection, his tux hugs him tight in just the right spaces. “Are you going to continue to drool over Toby all day? Or are you going to actually say hi to me?” Emma says, snapping me out of my day dream.

He gritted his teeth. “Let it happen, Uncle Toby,” I said gently. Everyone is looking at me, trying to figure out what is going on. After a couple of minutes, Toby stops moving, and he looks up. Then everyone gasps at the finished product. Toby is looking at everyone warily. “What? Why are you all looking at me like that?” He asked. Jaxon starts laughing, “Tobias, you make a great girl! Iva shifted you to look like her!” Everyone starts laughing, and he looks at his hands and sees feminine hands attached to his body, not the hard, calloused ones he is used to seeing.

And of course, to play chess with me. The crowd cheered as Tess and Tobias climbed down the stairs in a dramatic way with the spotlight on them. In a pink mid-thigh fairy dress, Tess looked like a real fairy, while Tobias looked good in his black tux. They smiled down at the cameras and everyone as their group of friends clapped and whistled wildly. But there wasn't still any sign of Ace. Excusing myself, I aimlessly wandered around the people. Where are you? "Oww!" Colliding into a hard chest, I stumbled back. A pair of arms circled around my waist.

“We’re trying to undo Morgana’s mind control on Toby.” “Let’s just leave him mind f-ked,” Aislen suggested. “I think it’s actually an improvement to his personality.” “She doesn’t mean that,” Bianca said to Toby. “You’ll get used to her. “ “No, he won’t,” Aislen sat down and crossed her legs. “And he’s staying dressed too,” she added when Toby reached for his t-shirt. He looked at Bianca, who rolled her eyes, before shrugging and sitting opposite to Aislen, their knees not quite touching.

“Lisa? Is that you behind those oversized shades?” I looked up, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun reflecting off the Atlantic. Standing there was Toby. Toby was “normal” personified. We had gone to high school together . He was wearing a faded band tee, his hair was a mess of salt-crusted blonde curls, and he smelled like coconut tanning oil and old surfboards. “Toby,” I breathed, and for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile touched my lips. “I didn’t think you’d be back from UCSD yet.”

He shuddered at the sight of the gun. “I have something I want to try, do you want me to experiment on you?” I asked pointing the unloaded gun at him. Alicio nodded and my men carried him up to his feet. I'd bet everything I had that Alicio would not survive what I was about to do. “Bring in the glass box,” I instructed and my men obeyed. A few minutes later, the box arrived, it was shaped like a coffin, only bigger, there were no holes and everything was tightly sealed. I smirked, gesturing to them to put him in.

Fu— “I’ll wait for you. Bye.” “Bye.” And the line went dead. Toby said something through the duct tape, willing me to pay my attention back to him. I ripped the tape off and he flinched. I smiled at the obvious pain I just gave him. “Oh, bro, you’re in fucking love,” he commented instead. My smile turned into a grin, like a fucking teenager. “I guess I am.” “Dude, I never thought of you as a lover boy. Is she part of your plan to blend in? So people wouldn’t notice anything peculiar about you? Is she like your cover?” He winced, taking the pressure off of his bruised wrists.

It was where I had left it before I fell asleep—drowned by the cream waves of my tousled bed sheets. Tobi doesn't strip down, even though he is half drenched. He is still in that his brown and black 50-over-50 woven sweatshirt with orange stripes at its shoulder, that makes him resemble a homeless person. His hair is in a disarray, in small tight curls like locks. It adds more realism to the homeless-person effect. His watch contrasts with the persona though. It has caught the light firmly between its silver-metallic gray links, shining and glinting.