OKAY I SHOULD HAVE SHARED THIS EARLIER BUT AHHH LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE!!!! <3
A commission I got from the lovely @gamzeeismyboyfriend of my and my darling friend's OCs!
IDK it's been years since I played them proper on tumblr but it's @brightlittlelight and @tobyvansten in a Greek!AU we did offline. It's what started our friendship, which I will be eternally grateful for <3
ANYWAY LOOK AT THIS!!! LOOK HOW ADORABLE THEY ARE!!! I adore their expressions and Toby's floofy haaaaair!!!! <3!!!!
I believe commissions are closed, but you should keep an eye out whenever it’s open again because IT’S 1000% WORTH IT!!!!
Basma was more than a bit peeved; they've been looking through this giant mansion for like, an hour!!! Where was Toby?? They were certain that he was supposed to be here they were supposed to have a scary movie marathon!! The tiny deity huffed, rounding the corner and bouncing backwards in surprise. What the heck?! Did they run into something hard???
Marcus stared down at them, blinking owlishly. He was sure he’d seen this child around before, though he’d never formally met them. Maybe one of Toby’s friends. He gave them a small wave, flashing a smile. “…Uh. Heya.”
((I can’t find the meme for this, but it was something about both muses being injured, and I remember something about them receiving cuts and bruises))
Toby slowly levered himself into a sitting position, with a noise of pain. He was covered head to foot in cuts and scratches, his wings missing several feathers and twigs lodged in his hair. An illtimed teleportation landed him.... somewhere.
And Basma! Toby glanced around in alarm and spotted them face planted in the dirt a few feet away, looking no better than he, but, thankfully, alive.
(I passed out last night before I could post this but look at this stunning commission from @erinye !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH LOOK AT THE BABS THEY DID SUCH A WONDERFUL JOB <333333)
This is mine and @brightlittlelight ‘s Greek AU! As Lord of the Underworld, Toby is the solitary sort, though it is an existence that was chosen for him by the other gods. Bright and fiery-spirited, the Harvest Goddess Basma befriends him, after a rash move with a pomegranate pulls them into each other’s lives.
brightlittlelight reblogged your photo “I lack his smooth voice but…welcome”
@brightlittlelight I am sorry, but I just had to mention that you win ‘best tags ever’ on that silly Cecil picture!
I was eating when I saw it and the entire restaurant must have heard me laughing!
Tongue held between teeth, Toby carefully cut another long white strip of felt from the large sheet spread out before him and threw it onto the pile of identical white strips sitting next to him. The little angel had been hard at work for the past two days constructing this costume, and now only the shirt remained! The recording had been saved, the mask had been painted, and the gloves had been sewn.
However, there was one final thing he needed to do. He needed to put it on a test run.
Basma flopped onto the couch with a groan. Where was Toby?? He had gone to get a snack and Basma was stuck here waiting! They even set up the gaming controllers they were so bored!!
“C’ m o o o o n Toby!! Where are you?? It’s been t e n minutes already!”
There was no response. Basma sighed and rolled off the couch and onto the floor, their ribbons cushioning the fall.
“I'm gonna r e a r r a n g e your DVD collection if you don’t h u r r y up!”
Two minutes later the deity was ready to make good on their threat when they suddenly perked up. Was that a sound? No... was it? They listened intently, hands cupped over their ears. Yes! There it was! It sounded like... crying??
“T o b y..?”
Worry began to creep in amongst the boredom, slipping down Basma’s spine like ice on a summer day. They abandoned the living room and began to search the nearby rooms and corridors, searching for the source of the sobbing.
“Toby where a r e you? Did you h u r t yourself?”
There was still no response, but the crying grew louder as Basma entered one of the lesser used halls. It sounded broken, out of breath. Terrified, even. Basma sped up.
They rounded the corner to enter another hallway when they saw it, high above them near the ceiling. A puppet dangling from wires like a fly caught in a spider’s web, it’s blank eyes seeming to stare through Basma to their very Core. They froze, ribbons dropping to the floor. This... thing was making the sounds! But... how? They crept closer, trying to get a better look in the dark corridor. Paint streaked down the puppet’s face like tear-stains, it’s mouth open in mockery of a laugh and it’s limbs looking disjointed and gangly. So intense was Basma on looking at the puppet that they failed to notice that the crying stopped, nor did they notice how the puppet was tracking their movements.
They drew closer. One step, then another, then another, then.... It struck!!!! Kicking off the wall the puppet charged Basma with a cackle of glee, black wings spread wide behind it like the final shadow of an Angel of Death.
Basma screamed, ribbons arcing high in threat as the little deity toppled right over, sinking into the floor and vanishing.
Sneakers slammed into the hardwood where Basma had been a moment before and the Puppet stumbled, the felt on his wings throwing him off.
“Basma?” Toby pulled off his Puppet mask and looked around, “Where’d ya go? It was jus’ a prank!... Basma?”
A muffled thud came in the direction of the living room, followed by a litany of impressive cuss words that sounded even less appropriate in a child’s voice.
Toby winced. “Oops...”
He started walking in the direction of the cussing.
“M’sorry Basma!”
“Y O U BETTER BE YOU B U T T!!! You s c a r e d me!! But s h o w me how you did that!”
