#oc toby

[whump-until-wretched]

Parental Caretaker not noticing their child is ill or in pain.

Parental Caretaker not recognizing their child at first after being apart for a long time or after someone did something to them.

Parental Caretaker not believing their child, only to discover in some cruel way they really, really should have.

Parental Caretaker, who is trying their best, being eaten alive by guilt over being "a bad parent".

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 21 - Alternate: Kidnapping

OC Leo(coril) and Lorién Castelet (and Toby) from Sinaheh. I'm obsessed with them and will do my best to portray them accurately. World setting and Kalceran from Perie (DM)

TW/CW: DnD setting, kidnapping (recapture), living weapon whumpee, dehumanization, angry whumper, conditioned whumpee, scared whumpee, Brief monk martial whump, no toby harmed in this piece at all, really brief "fight", implied past and future whump, attempted defiance, Word count: 1'001

It felt strangely familiar to go on a solo mission without the rest of the party. Well he wasn't completely alone. Toby was in his pocket, gingerly peeking out from time and squeaking at food on the street. Leo let his gaze drift in the direction that Toby squeaked and saw a market stand with cheese good and some fruits. His eyes found a box filled with apples and a memory shot into his head, sharp and unwanted. All these years ago, when he stole the apple, living on the streets before he was found by-No. I don't wanna. I don't want to think about him.

The old worn tension in his bones seemed to weigh more now, more tragic. But Leo pushed the flashback back, subconsciously he ran his hand over the tattoo on his neck. The impulsive idea that would definitely infuriate Lorién if he were to see it. The monk boy shook his head, the fear of Lorién had never really left ever since he ran away from the monestary but it's been a long time... He surely wouldn't find him anymore...It had gone good a long time...

A group of bards with their instruments passed Leo on the cobble stone and his body tensed up. He was very used to always beeing on edge, it was a safe way to live.

After reaching a crossroad he pulled out the map and letter Kal had given him, they were supposed to help him reach his destination. He stared at Kal's sigil on the letter and a smile twitched on his lips before he squinted to try and read the instructions again. As usual the letters seemed to merge together and make no sense but he got there. Left passageway then.

From this narrow street there were multiple side streets going back to the main street or other squares.

Suddenly from behind a hand landed heavy on his shoulder, making Leo jump out of his skin and spin around. He had taken a step back and gone into a defensive stance before even seeing who it was.

Then Leo finally saw who he was facing and his heart skipped multiple steps. His defensive stance fell away as he stumbled a few steps further away from the tall blone guy in front of him.

"There you are Leocoril. I've been looking everywhere for you.", he exclaimed, making another step towards the brown haired, smaller boy. "Time to come back now."

Even if Leo would know what to protest or dare to, he seemed to have lost his voice. Seemingly frozen to the spot. Lorién!! Here.

Lorién's face hardened in anger. "What are you waiting for?!"

Leo panicked, in a heartbeat he turned around and tried to run away. But in the next second he was already crashing to the ground hard.

Lorién had used the stick strapped to his back to beat the other's legs out under him before crouching down. Pressing his knees into Leo's back and threatening: "Stop making a scene and follow my orders or I will lock you in the spare room for two weeks!"

Leo chocked on air, his body pressed into the dirt he stopped struggling, the memory of that horrible day pulling him into a darkness years ago.

The blonde monk wasted no time pulling Leo up roughly and dragging him into a darker alley leading towards the outskirts of the town. Once they were far enough from most curious folk Lorién threw Leo against the wooden wall of a house. "Wanna explain to me where you've been!?", he asked, poorly hidden anger hardening his face, a fist clasped around his stick.

Leo groaned as he was thrown against the old wood but it was by far not the worst pain he ever experienced, he'd be fine. Aside from that he absolutely wouldn't. He couldn't go back to the monestary, back to Lorién. Not after having finally having found some joy. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a gentle voice came into his mind unprompted. Kalceran. He couldn't leave without telling Kal! With shaking hands Leo pulled the whisperer from his hip and clutched it at his side. „I can't..come back. I have a new place for myself now.", he protested even though his voice was shaking from fear.

Lorién's eyes widened further before he chuckled scornfully. "A new place for yourself, huh? And what place would that exactly be, hm? You are nothing more than a weapon, Loecoril. My weapon. To be honed."

"I-" He wasn't. He was more like that...Right?

"Say it!", Lorién ordered!

Leo's elf ears dropped in hopelessness but he still tried to resist the older monk. Holding onto the whisperer even harder he finally aimed it at his old "mentor". „I can't come with you. I am...I am more than your weapon.", he said, it came out mangled between protest and plea, way too quiet.

Lorién's eyes snapped to the Whisperer in Leo's hands, aimed at his body. Fury scorched him on the inside and ever so slowly he trailed his eyes back to Leo's. "So. And there's the other thing that thought it could just get away from me. Give. It. To. Me. Now, Leocoril and obey! I will ask exactly once or I will make you wish the room was the worst thing that ever happened to you!"

Leo's face showed pure terror at the other's behaviour and wordlessly he handed over the weapon.

"Now. Let's go, Weapon!"

"Can-Can I say goodbye to..to somebody before I go. Please I won't run or tell anything I just. want to say goodbye. Or at least leave a letter. Leo's blood turned to ice once again as he remembered the map and letter shoved into the folds of his clothing. They bore Kal's royal sigil! What Kal had told him about his half-brother-what Lorién did. If he finds the letter...!

"No! Let's go!", Lorién said mercilessly and grabbed Leo bruisingly by the arm, pushing him forward towards the general direction of the monestary.

Toby peeked out of the folds of Leo's clothing carefully. He was being very quiet, somehow knowing or remembering that this person was bad news. He just pulled back inside and pushed his tiny body against Leo's as comfortingly as he could.

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8 @sinaheh

[radawaycuntt]

My god since I lost my old blog I also lost the super short fic I wrote of Ria meeting @wasteland-wrecker 's OC Toby and Porter Gage at Nuka World!! So I’m reuploading it here :)

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“Hey boss,” Gage called, dragging in a young woman by the scruff of her armored suit. “Found this little hellcat digging through our trash.”

Toby’s eyes flicked down to her wrists, which were bound in front of her. “Why’s she tied up?”

Gage turned his head to the side so he could see the scratch marks on his cheek. Toby sucked in a sharp breath — yikes. She bared her teeth in a gap-toothed grin that not only lacked any sort of remorse, but also promised violence should she get the chance again.

“Feisty,” he noted, one eyebrow raised. “Well, at least I’m glad you didn’t bring her here with a bullet in her head.”

Gage scoffed, rolling his eye. “Not that I didn’t want to, trust me. But I remember what you said, so...”

Toby gave him an appreciative look, one corner of his lips pulling up in an amused grin. Looking her over more closely, he recognized the faded blue and yellow of a vault suit, his interest renewed.

“I see you’re not just a run of the mill scavenger,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And you’re not just a run of the mill raider, either.” She snorted, returning the favor of looking him over. “I’m more of a mercenary, the relic hunting kind.”

Toby and Gage shared a bemused look, unsure if she was joking or not. Her expression didn’t change, the silence drawing out awkwardly for another moment.

“Wait, what’s your name? Awful rude of me not to ask before,” Toby said.

“I was starting to wonder if this is how you treat every guest, or if I’m just special,” she said. “Name’s Ria. You?”

“Toby.” He nodded at his partner. “And that there is Gage.”

“Charmed,” she deadpanned, lifting her arms. “Now, can you please untie me? I promise I’ll play nice if you two will.”

“Fat fucking chanc—” Gage started to say at the same time that Toby stepped forward to undo the rope.

Gage grunted with annoyance as she rubbed her wrists, smiling victoriously. He shot Toby a murderous look, but the latter just shrugged, seeming a little sheepish. Ria pointedly cleared her throat.

“I don’t need to stay leashed, either,” she said, peering at Gage sideways.

He let her go, grumbling something about watching herself. She ignored him, though she was itching for another excuse to use her fists. She didn’t doubt it would come along eventually, especially with someone like him.

“So.” Toby cleared his throat. “I hate to break it to you, but I sincerely doubt there’s any, um, relics in our trash.”

She sighed as though having to explain herself was a great burden.

“I’m sure you know Sierra, right? Down in Nuka Town?”

Toby didn’t seem too sure at first, but Gage’s face lit up with recognition.

“Oh yeah, that collector maniac…” he said, grunting when Toby elbowed his side.

“That’s the one.” Ria snapped her fingers. “Anyway, we’ve worked together in the past and now she wants me to find some more stuff for her. You’d be surprised what that woman considers important.”

“One man’s trash is another woman’s treasure, I suppose?” Toby said, unsure.

“Hey, as long as I’m getting paid, I don’t question it. I’m sure even you can understand that, mister raider overboss.”

“Yeah, I can,” he chuckled, and Gage rolled his eye again at her flirtatious tone. “Actually, I might have something that could work.”

“I’m listening…”

“It’s a water gun. May not seem like much on the outside, but I used it to defeat the previous overboss, so…”

She raised her eyebrows, mildly impressed, and gave him another once over. “Well, look at you, certified badass. How much do you want for it?”

“Er, well, that’s just the thing… I can’t remember where I put it, but if you can find it, it’s all yours.”

Ria’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’d really part with it for free?”

He raised his hands placatingly. “Hey, If you really want to give me some caps, I’m not going to stop you.”

“We’ll see once I find it,” she said, nodding towards Gage. “Just make sure to keep your guard dog off my back. Can’t promise I’ll be as nice next time around.”

Gage sneered. “No promises from me, either.”

Toby let out a long sigh. “We’re all gonna play nice and that’s the end of that, you hear me?”

“Whatever you say, boss…”

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[mikamoo]

Since I showed yall the bouncer, now I need to show the band! RATTRACKS

They're a punk band that tries to emphasize the complex pred/prey relationships in their society and other social issues.

Ash (lead singer) comes from a troubled background and was basically forgotten by his parents. He takes out his aggression on stage.

Garth (bassist) oldest member of the band, and has the most music experience of them. He tries to keep the rest out of trouble and is the de facto leader.

Nyx (drummer) and her brother Toby (guitarist) formed the band in the first place. They have a complex past but are extremely reliable siblings. I'll be updating their refs soon!

[radialblue]

My favorite thing to do is pick random creatures and combine them like I'm a witch making a potion.

Anyways, unsure what his name is. Leaning towards Toby (Tobias), Sammy, Johnny, or really anything that ends with a 'y'.

Y seems to be the letter of the day.

[selfawarecobalt]

i draw things before i stop to think about context soz

[toonytoodles]

New ocs time!

Sketch is kinda rough, but I think these guys are neat! :]

There's Joel, a cow satyr who misses his wife. He misses her a lot. He carries around a bag of supplies as he is on the run. He's determined not to get caught, and live to see his wife just one more time.

There's Fern, a young troll girl who can barely speak english. She was evicted from her ancient home when they decided to begin a mining operation in the trolls caves. She runs to avoid being "rehabilitated," by those that took everything from her.

There's Toby, a manticore, who was tasked by his father, the captain of the royal guard, with keeping people in order. But realizing that keeping people in "order," meant restricted freedoms, he began to reconsider everything. He ran away from home in hopes of a better life and future.

The three would meet while running from guards, and had each others backs from the start, leading to a surprising but welcome friendship between all of them.

Then finally, ???, a living doll, who was picked up by Fern. The doll used to live with an old toy maker, but one day, she didn't wake up, scared and not knowing what else to do, the doll left, seeking help for her creator. A few days into her journey, she'd run out of stamina. Now she's been picked up by Fern and has traveled with them for about three days, unable to speak or move.

[marquisdefag]

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