Ticci Toby Fanart Novels & Stories

Tobi offered a small, mysterious tilt of his head. "He’s like a priest," the customer remarked, leaning in to inspect the wet paint. "You ask him a question, and he gives you a vision instead of a lie. Tobi, tell me if you were to paint my husband’s snoring, what color would it be? Because in my ears, it is the color of a rusty engine." The surrounding crowd erupted in laughter. Tobi smiled, his hand moving fluidly across the wood. He grabbed a stick of charcoal and drew a heavy, vibrating spiral of "Smog Grey" that seemed to weigh down the corner of the kiosk.

Not to mess with ******** Tabby

It’s not as if I can stick my hand down my pants and rearrange myself. Fuck when did my Tatey-Baby become such a goddess? And, when did I start having sexual fantasies about her? Wrong. So damn wrong! “I might drop in and see her during lunch.” Tobias says, his face blushing which is kinda cute, it clashes with his copper hair. I wish Tammy would give him a chance because Tobias is one of life’s really nice guys. He’s polite, considerate, has a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humor and is just an all-round great guy. She could do worse.

I say and take the glass from him, avoiding touching his fingers. “So, I heard we are all leaving for Bristol tomorrow?” Toby starts the conversation according to our plan. “We?” Theo asks in confusion. “Yes. Are you forgetting Mr. Anderson? I am one of your investors. I would help Izzy here to select art works for your new project. Right, Izzy?” Toby asks. “Yes. Toby is a wonderful artist. The portrait over there, he made it.” I say, and Olivia’s face softens a bit. “It looks great.” Theo says, as if confessing a sin.

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

"Honey, sit." Lucas was delighted, and obeyed immediately, sitting down on the chair and allowing Jamie to blindfold him with a tie. He didn't seem suspicious whatsoever, just flushed as he giggled nervously. "What are you doing? You're so bad…" From behind, I saw her face. Cold. Merciless. Almost inhuman. Then, she took several cords and wrapped them around Lucas' torso. Lucas froze, asking, "What's this?" Her voice was gentle. "A gift. Just for you."

the foundation’s assets through a series of offshore counters. Toby was in a sling, his arm set by a local doctor who didn’t ask questions. He sat on the deck, his eyes fixed on the water, his rifle across his lap. He was no longer just the protector. He was a man who knew that the war wasn’t over. It had just changed its frequency. I sat at my drafting table, the silver music box sitting in the centre. I didn’t wind it. I didn’t look at the tooth. I picked up a piece of charcoal and a fresh sheet of vellum. I didn’t draw a house. I drew a network.

"What does this mean?" "Well, it means you're trending and Cass is fielding interview requests," Toby looked sheepish. "Which have been nonstop. Which is why I'm telling you all this instead of her. But fans are…well, Sy's fans are pissed. A lot of Twitter is calling him a toxic stalker. The other lot of Twitter is telling him he's lost his integrity for the art, blah blah blah. But ah. That's all to say…It's a lot." "You don't need to tell me that," I sighed, setting down the coffee and phone so I could bury my face in my hands and hide in the quiet darkness there. "Oh damn…This is a mess."

Tiff laughed at his pouting and then said, “You’re going to have two people waiting for you at home soon.” “Two people?” He said, looking at her curiously. Then she started rubbing her stomach and nodded. “Me and our pup.” She said, and Jaxon and I start smiling at Tobias’ reaction. It looks like his brain stopped functioning. “Toby?” Tiff said, worried about his reaction. I’m not worried though. He is in shock, but not the bad kind. He blinked and then he smiled widely reaching for Tiff’s stomach. “You’re sure?”

“This will take four hours at least. Might as well be comfortable.” Raya raised an eyebrow. “Comfortable? Or is this just an excuse to get me horizontal again?” Tobi’s smile was slow and wicked. “Can’t it be both?” He helped her out of her clothes, this time she’d worn a wrap dress that came off easily, until she was naked except for her panties. He laid her on the pillows on her side, arranging them to support her body perfectly. “Ready?” he asked as he pulled on fresh gloves and prepared his inks, vibrant reds, oranges, yellows for the flames; deep blues and purples for shadows; metallic gold for highlights.