TW : slight mentions of blxxd, potential 'mention' of lucifer as part of the storyline [ it's written with a LOT of metaphors so it's unlikely to be spotted :) ] ╭── ⋅ ⋅ (* ˘⌣˘)◞[_] | STORYTIME ❝ Let go of the past, but keep the lessons it has taught ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀- Chiara Gizzi ; Fearless Soul ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── "I, personally, would ¡never! dare spill these secrets. But, alas, I have been possessed by the strangest magical genie, and am henceforth forced to reveal the truth behind the façade and illusions." ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── Hello and welcome to the second part of four [ maybe five? hehe ] DTAEs for this baby. There's tough competition which is what I love :D Today I'll be spilling more of Tobi's past that I have in mind. Sit tight, smack that green flag down for one of the greatest songs ever, grab yourself a cup of matcha tea, and you'll be in for a ride ! Let's pretend I didn't forget Libra has white pupils :,D To you young childrens out there: Even though I too am a young child, never EVER drop your homework for this [ text ] is me talking. Anything else is in story / character!! ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── TABLE OF CONTENTS | ☆ﾐ Story I ﾐ the fall from grace Story II ﾐ battle of the horns Story III ﾐ drama of the wives Story IV ﾐ gaymer Story V ﾐ phoenix ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── STORY I | ☆ﾐ [ I was gonna do a PMV with this story until I started drowning in homework ] Tobi woke up with a jolt as quadrichromie oculi flashed in the darkness, turning a piercing shape of pearly white as the pupils reformed to match their mood, which, admittedly, was /not/ good. As they pooled into a shape reminiscent of tears, it was a clear sign that even this all fearing supreme deity was scared. Which was not possible - or so he thought. But, after all, with a day quite like today it made sense. Today was /the/ day. A claw drove it’s way into their fur, though it wasn’t even the slightest bit painful as the then-Tobi simply fizzled their particles out of existence then back, flashing the claw-wielder a feisty smile. What fools they were and still are! They hid a grin, but they would soon find that that was folly and in vain. Smugness was nonexistent around the jury and judge who would decide their punishment. Whether they were truly guilty - the jury was still out on that one. That was one of few things they could still boast about - that the Vis still feared him. The one leverage that they had over him. That thought made Tobi bark a short laugh as he teasingly shape-shifted into an alien scaled creature then back. “Do you even /know/ who you’ll be facing, darling?” A hostile, though sickeningly-sweet, voice crooned. Of course he did- foresight spilled the secrets the fog-shrouded future held. But what was to happen descended into a haze, likely to be on purpose as the furred, two-faced creature erased their past. One may be able to guess, alas, this part of the balladeer’s song had been removed from existence until the next moment. Night. A red storm, rain morphing into blxxd, pattering down. But all this was simply a figment of their imagination as he glanced up in misty fear, as scarlet eyes blinked back coldly, without mercy, no other intimate form telligible. They could feel shudders, ripples of ice running through their body, partly artificial by telekinesis but shamedly most genuine. Everything was enveloped in a whirlwind of black, Stygian jet black that was far too dark to even look at. “I-“ a whimper ran through their throat, as he ducked his head, having been relieved of the power to control their own body. Instead of being the puppeteer, the dominant master, they were now reduced to a mere puppet. A pawn, expendable. Nothing. Simply a dot that occupied a millimeter of air. They could feel it. The freezing shudders that soaked away their power, the source of all relief especially when times were down. The extent of their own power now was getting his lips to form the word ‘no’ when telekinesis would pull them back. The crimson eyes bore into his with a glare more powerful than thunder, far louder than lightning and burned far hotter than fire. "I trusted you. And /this/ is how you repay me?" No words could possibly describe this voice, somehow having the masculine authority and yet the sugary feminine charm all-the-while seeming on a chord lower than any in existence. The inky fog swirled around him, flashing twice. Once of a gingery warm red-orange and dancing around them like flames, spurting sparks that painted the sky with color. A second time of a rich teal that rippled over the ground like the sea on a sunny day, bubbles rising around as the color splattered over their paws. The floor seemed to open up as the jewel adorning their forehead glowed for a moment, until it faded to a simple, humane shine that wasn't the slightest bit glorious. The floor opened, and he fell. An endless helix, eternally spinning, tumbling, to his demise. There he was. Cascading down to earth, forgotten, erased. Or was he?
⠀⠀⠀── ── ── STORY II | ☆ﾐ [ written in first person, from the perspective of a tobifan watching the bullfight | do not attempt this at home. i'm trying to re-enact a scene from when bullfighting was legal ASKL;DF ] It was a lovely day in Spain. And that was an understatement, what with the Españese being so close to the Rainy Regime with what most of us know as the United Kingdom. Though I personally didn't use these improper terms aloud, the greatest of them all, the one and only Tobias Shufflebottom, or whatever ridiculous name he'd changed to, used them daily. And so, now, did almost 3/4s of the world. "Release the bulls!" The crowd cheered and squealed as the velvet-lined curtains at the other end of the Plaza del Toros Supremo rustled to reveal a figure shrouded in shadow. Initially, murmurs of bewilderment rippled through the seated creatures, when I finally saw what they were on about - this bull was small. Not small, but miniscule. Microscopic. As they - it? - charged out, almost half saw the creature as a pure white-furred one, with the oddest ginger highlights, and yet the other 'almost-half' saw them as a stygian, melanistic night black. What was left of the spectators who weren't part of the almost-halves, including I, could see the creature in it's true glory, face directly split down. Dozens upon dozens of eyelashes fluttered and blinked in surprise as the creature began to gracefully ascend into their air. Most of them simply put it down as mere hallucinations but I, knew, that this was Him. He came down to charge at the holder of the velvet silk, and forced him to crash land before ascending gracefully and disappearing. That was... the one and only, Tobias Shufflebottom. And was that a sweet packet, that fluttered to the ground, with a beheaded bear lying beside? ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── STORY III | ☆ﾐ [ this story is short as this is meant to be nothing more than a joke /ij ^^ ] when would they choose? that idiotic rascal shoulda known it right from the start, that it would be i, the greatest of the foods, who would ascend to their side. after all, it was a mere scuffle that had turned their head towards the sticky, dreaded, sickening sweets and their thin-as-ice willpower that had tempted them into giving up on me - just for now. i swore that they would be back sobbing, begging for my forgiveness. not just a swear - i know it. ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── STORY IV | ☆ﾐ [ written from the perspective of the tobi theirself, and based off my experiences on coming out :] ] Woah heckin woah!! These twenty-thousand-and-firsts century ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── STORY V | ☆ﾐ ⠀⠀⠀── ── ── CREDITS | ☆ﾐ Art ☆ Me!! I love how this piece turned out omg Design ☆ @Altrian Character ☆ Undecided; good luck to everyone :D Writing ☆ M O I Coding ☆ @Colorsnatch, yours truly :] Audio ☆ Why did the chicken cross the road | CG5
